Autumn or winter, day or night, past or future, did you save your godson, Harry Potter, did you save your godson, did that back look James, why did Lupin turn into a werewolf in the sun, why did Regulus smile at her? Mom's attitude was normal, she still glared at her as always, that girl, was it? golden hair, dark blue eyes, please don't leave...

The sequence of time has been completely confused.

It seems that the body no longer exists, and if it doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, and I have gained more joyful freedom anyway. Without a body, there is no need to waste time on sleeping, meaningless eating, metabolism and sick rest, without a body, you can wander freely and eternally in such a starry sky, you can appreciate your favorite art, you can follow your favorite girl, you can turn into a beam of light, shining on her ruddy and vibrant lips.

There was a distant call in my ears, and it seemed to be a boy. The call was like the Quidditch cheer I remember playing with James, a little faded and blurred, but it still felt intimate. In any case, I can't remember who is calling.

What kind of place is this, all around is a gray mist, a huge star is suspended in the mist, and the surroundings are so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of your heart beating.

I feel so tired, I have been carrying remorse and reluctance, like a snail carrying a load, sometimes life is like a curse, which people can't escape.

I can't tell the past and the future, and I don't know the front and back, the only thing that can be used as a target is the big star suspended in the gray fog. The great star was very strangely bright, like a cross, and the four corners were pointed and slender, as if someone had deliberately hung there.

"You will be strong, and you will have nothing to fear. Thou shalt forget thy afflictions, and thou shalt remember them as the waters that flowed past. Your days on earth shall be brighter than the noonday, and though there be darkness, they will be like the morning. ”

I don't know why, but suddenly this sentence sounded in my heart, is that the great star in Jerusalem? or is it a burning star? Do you want to be a slave in heaven, or do you want to be the master in hell?

God commanded to wear all kinds of bright stars that shone like fire, second only to His bright stars, and the Children of the Morning paid homage to His creation, the Star of Bethlehem. The son of the morning refused, and with a third of his angels, he rebelled against the heavenly realm and fell into hell. And this son of the morning star also stayed in the dark chaos world for seven days and seven nights, and finally when he returned from chaos, the phantom appearance and bright body were all in the past.

The Son of God, who was once the most glorious, is dead, and the only eternal Lord of Hell stands in Hell and looks up to the sky.

Rebels will not end well, whether for the sake of justice or freedom, and any betrayer should be locked up at the bottom of hell forever.

The gray fog around him showed no signs of dissipating, I don't know how long he walked, the mist kept changing, forming something bizarre, until the gray stag ran quickly in front of him, the deer and the wolf, turned their heads to look at him, seemed to feel strange, and seemed to smile at him.

They tried to catch up, but the stag and the man-wolf quickly dissolved in the gray mist and could not be found again. Gasping frantically, searching, and finally the surroundings fell silent, except for the strange star, still suspended in the distant fog.

Walking aimlessly, roughly towards the big star. Life has always been like this, there is a goal that can never be reached, and oneself is just a gray fog that will dissolve at any time.

The fog thickened in front of him, and a huge shadow appeared underneath the big star, and the outline looked somewhat familiar: a square, one-faced building, 12 Grimmauld Place!

The building looked even more dilapidated, as if the traces of time had exploded in full force, with gray-black cracks crawling on the marble, blurred windows, and gray mist running down the roof to the feet. The color of the door has completely faded, and it looks like an old photograph pasted there. The only thing left was a shiny doorknob, and there was a cold touch coming from it.

I can't even tell why I want to open the door.

On November 3, 1959, the first boy was born in this apartment. As the eldest male of the self-proclaimed "oldest and noblest Black family", Sirius's birth did not make everyone happy.

The current patriarch of the family, the boy's father, hears a bad prophecy: the boy who was born without crying out loud will be the last heir of the Black family.

Such a terrifying and ominous prophecy cast a huge shadow on the birth of the boy. The patriarch wanted the prophet for more details, but the prophet kept avoiding.

12 Grimmauld Place is a spooky house with many protective spells, including the Charm of Bravery. This house is full of the owner's superiority. After entering the porch, the most impressive thing is the row of heads of house-elves, who are said to be too old to serve the family anymore, so they voluntarily cut off their heads and hang them on the porch.

In addition to Sirius, there are two girls in the family who have already been born, one of these two girls prefers the newborn brother, and the other dislikes the younger brother.

Over time, this eerie atmosphere has always surrounded the boys. He's going to be the last male of the Black family! Father doesn't like him, though some try to prove that it's just a frivolous lie. His mother's attitude towards him gradually became estranged, as if he was a person who was incompatible with the family, and the seeds of hatred and rebellion gradually grew in the child's heart like a weed in spring.

No one hates their family for no reason, and any change will have a reason: maybe a small misunderstanding, maybe a very small thing, or even a word, a joke, a little bedtime goodnight kiss, can be the beginning of a rift and eventually lead to the consequences of a flash crash.

Fortunately, within a few years, another male was born in the Black family, and Regulus Black was born. The father thought that the curse of the Black family was about to be cut off from the heirs, and he loved his younger son very much.

Everyone in the family was happy for the new boy, and no one cared about another child, who came to this world with curses and rebellion.

He hadn't received much hugs and caresses from his mother until he could remember, and when Sirius realized that he was beginning to have memories, all he could remember in his heart was an old house-elf: his skin was like a gray sun-dried orange peel, and the elf always dipped his long, dry fingers in milk and dipped it into the child's mouth.

The focus of everyone's attention was on the newborn heir to the newborn Black family, and Sirius was just left alone in the cradle, cared for by the old house-elves.

It seemed to be a day when he was six years old, and shortly after his brother was born, the elf who had been taking care of him suddenly did not appear, and Sirius was a little puzzled and did not know what was happening. A few days later, he found the elf on the dark porch at 12 Grimmauld Place: it seemed to look much younger, with fewer wrinkles on its face, but it was strange that it only had a head and a body that didn't know where it had gone.

Sirius kept calling its name, hoping it would come out of the wall and play with him, but the familiar elf just looked at the opposite wall and never looked down at him.

Sirius kept shouting for a long time, he was sure that there was nothing on the opposite wall, and he wanted to reach for the elf's side nose, but he was too small, and the elf's nose was like a distant dream, and he couldn't reach it anyway.

The elf cried for the first time that day. The servants were terrified, they did not know what to do, as if it was not a child who was crying in the corner of the porch, but a man-eating beast. Then the memories became blurry: the comfort of my sister, the harsh scolding of my mother, the cold eyes of my father....

Everything is like a drama, projected on the wall.

"Young Master, you're finally back!" the old man on the wall suddenly opened his mouth, and his smile made its face wrinkle deeper.

Sirius nodded, and the porch was like his childhood, empty except for the elf's skeletal body.

After the porch, there is a stairwell on the left-hand side. Harry Potter thought he was the only one who had ever lived in a stairwell. Sirius smiled. I remember that it was spring, and I kept looking out of the window, hoping to play happily with the children who came and went. In the young mind, they did not understand the difference between wizards and Muggles. But my mother once sternly warned: no matter what, you can't leave this house without permission.

But the sun was shining outside, the grass was sprouting, the color was tender green with goose yellow, butterflies and bees were collecting nectar freely in the opposite courtyard, and there were children who could play freely every day.

He sneaked out of Grimmauld Place, riding the servants while the servants took care of Regulus. For the first time, it was as if the world had suddenly changed from a small three-story apartment to an infinite universe. There was a damp fragrance of flowers in the air, the sound of birdsong in the distance, a tin box drove from the front with a dripping sound, and the white-haired old man who took care of the courtyard on time every day looked at this child who seemed to fall from the sky in amazement....

Less than ten minutes into the sun, her mother spotted the runaway, and she hurried out into the street, shooting a white light at the old Muggle with her wand in her hand, and then grabbed Sirius by the neck and dragged him back into the porch.

Mrs. Black casually shoved her eldest son into the stairwell for three whole days.

This joyless life continued, and after that escape, Sirius had a stern follower: Kreacher. The elf strictly carried out Mrs. Black's orders, even to its little master.

The dark life lasted until Sirius entered Hogwarts, and until now, Sirius remembers that day vividly: the train was running in the wilderness, the surface was calm, but the water was hiding countless secrets, and of course, the most shocking thing was the moment when Hogwarts Castle appeared, Sirius can still recall the excitement of that time.

That time was the happiest time for Sirius. He met the best friends of his life - James Potter and Remus Lupin. Happy for a year, he and Jaime are reluctant to give up their friendship despite discovering the secret that Remus is a werewolf.

Sirius, and Jaime were willing to learn the Animagus Transfiguration for Remus to alleviate Remus' pain.

That time was the brightest thing in his memory, but the wound of the world, Azkaban, had destroyed those memories into a vague and unreal fragment, but the quarrels and confrontations with his family during that time were completely preserved.

In this living room, in front of this fireplace, Sirius and his father had a heated argument: he had been sorted into Gryffindor, and his father had asked him to withdraw from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

Because he was sorted into Gryffindor, it shook the whole family.

The Black family is naturally noble, and the people of Black should go to Slytherin, and only Slytherin is worthy of the long pure-blood tradition of the Black family.

The father seemed to remember the terrible prophecy about him again, and he saw a glimmer of the prophecy coming true, and for the sake of the family, for the sake of purity, Mr. Black imprisoned his son for two whole months. Just when Sirius thought he was going to go on like this forever, his father asked him again if he wanted to drop out of Gryffindor and he could go to Durmstrang school.

Sirius shook his head silently, he knew that everyone in the family liked him, but fortunately he didn't like this family either.

Father looked at him deeply, as if he wanted to see his heart, his thoughts, Sirius also looked directly at his father, and both saw firmness in each other's eyes.

From then on, my father never spoke to him again until he died.

At the end of the fifth grade, there was finally no way to hide the contradictions, because according to the laws of wizards, at the age of 16, he was already considered an adult. He had a heated argument with his mother, and eventually he chose to flee Grimmauld Place, escaping the oppressive cold.

Damn Azkaban, damn fate, he was cursed, leaving nothing but those terrible hatreds and cold memories.

Death is not the end, as Albus Dumbledore has always said, and perhaps it is only the beginning of another great adventure. Sirius let out a low growl, he didn't want to think about the unhappy memories anymore.

He quickly exited the living room, passed the porch, did not see the familiar elf head, and slammed the door open, and it was bright outside.

SiriusWhen Sirius adjusted to the light, he saw the other side of the veil and a new beginning.

He quickened his pace, and it seemed that the great star was not far away, and the wet wind with the portrait blew by, and the great star began to dispel the gray mist, and the earth and the sky began to be revealed, and he saw a world of birds and flowers, a world of lush forests and full of life.

There was a small lake on the edge of the forest, and there was a small log cabin on the edge of the small lake, and in the distance, a familiar background was seen, and Sirius seemed to realize something, and he quickened his pace, as if he had been seeing his prey, the hound...

The back also heard the sound of brisk footsteps behind him, and he turned around slowly, with tousled hair and glasses, and laughed......