【Hometown Sunset。】
It was the day he arrived from abroad.
‘Whatever are you looking at?’ asked someone in a low, feminine voice, ‘You have stood here for several hours.’
The idyllic valley is as lovable as it was, but who is speaking? He shot a nervous glance at her who was gazing at him tenderly, feeling humiliated at once.
‘You must be tired, aren’t you?’
It’s none of your business. He thought, becoming increasingly angrier for she stroked his hair slightly as if he was a poor pet. Meanwhile, he found it really sentimental to think that no one had paid attention to him for so long a day except this girl who he felt quite unfamiliar.
He looked straight in her bright eyes, assuming that he might find something special, but he was completely failed.
She must have regarded you as a lost pet dog. He said to himself coldly, determined to ignore her.
‘Where are you from?’ asked our little stranger naïvely.
Here. He gave a little start, sighing in silence. This valley is where he buried all his treasures in and lost his entire dear ones… She knows nothing about it. She is so young that she might know nothing about anything during that war!
‘Oh, I guess you don’t want to tell me.’ Sitting down on the exuberant grass, she couldn’t conceal her upset. He suddenly felt sorry.
*
Beaky the hippogriff was still in the near forest where the Marauders used to hold their parties, looking at the reflection in the quiet river of its own.
*
‘My name is Pearl.’ After a few minutes, she carried on talking to him. ‘I will be eleven years old in an hour. I have been here for eleven years!’ She grinned happily, ‘you can’t be eleven every day, yeah?’
Of course not. He looked at her delicate skin, thinking it difficult to resist the temptation of touching it, and then soon realized who he was at that time. She is young enough to be glad with a piece of cake and some gifts.
‘How old are you?’ said Pearl in a quite low voice, smiling. ‘You must be younger than me, aren’t you?’ She bent over and fondled him with her face gently. Probably feeling itch, she burst into giggles. Then he felt his mouth was filled with sweets unwillingly.
I’m three times as old as you are. He tried to dispel the disconsolate thoughts, surprised feeling that this girl called Pearl was kind of pretty.
As a dog, he stared at her impolitely: She is of slim build, long straight blonde hair quivering in the brilliant sunshine. When she smiled heartlessly, her bright green eyes shining just like a vivid deer-it served as a remarkable reminder of Lily Evans, the girl chased by James for seven years.
Something occurred to him: A few wizards played in the Great Hall, brilliant sunshine streaming through the high windows on their young, smiling faces.
*
It’s hurt to recall the time they young. ‘Time softens memories.’ He remembered Lily used to that, but it had never come true.
*
There was a time in Hogwarts, that no one can plead ignorance of an outstanding student organization frequently referred to as Marauders, which was founded by James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and the cute boy who could always smile his friends out of their sadness and misgivings, Peter– Peter.
His left cheek twitched dismally, he considering whether he should run away from the girl who was putting a small bouquet of wild flowers on his back. He was so distressed that he hardly noticed her statement.
‘You are unhappy… What has happened to you?’
In their days- he remembered- James used to say that he was unhappy. ‘What on earth are you worrying about?’ Asked the young, black-haired boy heartlessly, rumpling up his hair to make it even messier than it had been.
Much as they might pride themselves on their remarkable friendship-they thought nothing could ever tear them apart- they were no longer being together, for nobody knew his own destiny. He contemplated at the little stranger who was singing an old Christmas song in a low voice, recollecting the past of his own little by little.
‘Do you know… I want you to be happy.’ Said Pearl abruptly while he was trembling hugely- ‘I want you to be happy.’ Said Moony on the day they graduated with a smile. It was twenty years ago.
*
The dusk was about to fall. ‘Wait for me.’ He said to her and wandered into the lively forest, while Buckbeak was swallowing a few worms at a mouthful.
*
‘What a surprise, yeah?’ He stared at her rosy cheeks, smiling with delight and gratitude. ‘I’m Sirius Black, a wizard. ’Said the young man a little bashfully. ‘Nice to meet you here, Miss Pearl.’…
‘You are the same age as my father, but you look so tired.’ … ‘You can’t be a real prisoner! Why were you cast into the prison?’ … ‘But you don’t know where your friends are?’ … ‘Can I help you?’… ‘It’s unfair! There must be something I can do, for I want you to be happy!’… ‘Thank you, Pearl.’
‘Pearl, I have to go.’ In the increasingly duskier light, he suddenly felt what meant ‘Time flies.’
‘Try to be happy, will you?’ She asked sentimentally, giving him a forced smile. He bent over, wanting to hug her, but to his surprise she suddenly jumped to her feet and kissed him on the emaciated cheek.
He stood in a trance until her slim figure disappeared behind the blue hills, looked a little depressed but fully hopeful. He was happy, for Harry his godson, who might have a close resemblance to Prongs, was waiting for him in Hogwarts School, and they would probably live together in a few months. Why wasn’t he happy?
Lifting his head, he pleasantly felt surprised that it was an exactly familiar sunset.
*
It was really the time to go. After shooting a glance at the blooming trees, the colossal hippogriff flew up into the lurid sky.
*
Raindrops came pattering on the windowpanes, with the rosy petals fluttering in to the moist atmosphere. Pearl White waked from her dewy slumbers.
Looking out of the sodden window, she saw a man wearing a marble face who stood in the garden towards her room. It was impassible for her to give a satisfactory explanation for she found it hard to let her attention wander. He turned back, giving himself an elegant smile, than suddenly transformed into a black, bear-like dog, his attractive lyart eyes glinting. She ran out of the house…
The sun soon dispelled the thick fog.
‘It’s amazing!’ yelled young Mrs. White, her eleven-year-old daughter humming a lively tune in the next room. ‘Don’t you think it is!’
‘Oh my darling…’ said the man in the sofa in surprise. ‘You are older than to believe a dog can talk, aren’t you?’
‘Of course I’m old enough.’ answered his wife coolly. ‘Despite all the traditional conceptions, you can’t conceal that it’s sounds like an exactly true story!’ She appeared to be excited, her face turning red swiftly.
‘Young kids always have a luxuriant imagination…’
No one noticed, a handsome, tawny owl flitted over the blue sky, a yellowish envelope tied to its legs, addressed in emerald green ink:
To Miss P. White
Godric’s Hollow
From M. McGonagall
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
-The End-
Finished By July
2008-3-21
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