The light silver lines between her collarbones are inherent, and the wine brewed in her hands hides the bonds of life that ordinary people cannot see. For as long as I can remember, the past has been covered with a thick layer of fog that cannot be cleared away. Going to England is just a long journey to hide my selfish intentions. The tavern in Hogsmeade is just a veil to cover up the past.
A glimpse of the black-robed figure in the Leaky Cauldron shattered her long-standing peace. The vague and old outline in the memory overlapped and misplaced with the person in front of me. It was obviously the first time I met him, but in my heart, there was a familiarity that spanned the years. The two of them kept their own secrets and tried their hand at each other. Under the influence of conspiracy and war, the thoughts that no one expressed aloud took root quietly in the dark.
The dark forces coveted her unique talent, and an invisible cage has trapped her ever since. In countless desperate situations, there was always an anonymous black shadow that broke through the danger. She could never see the other person's face clearly, but she could only feel the familiar aura lingering.
It was only when all the fragments of time sequence were pieced together that it suddenly became apparent that the asylums that had come across the years all originated from the same person. The back and forth time weaves into an unsolvable circle, desperately trying to rewrite the regrettable retrograde, but instead moves towards the predetermined ending step by step.
A meeting is both a gift and an eternal bondage.
Intention: From my own imagination, written for myself