The Last Goodbye

"I'll just give you a chance, kid." The other party looked back at him without showing any weakness, "Me too." The boy squeezed out a few words through his teeth.There were rustling voices not far away, the leader winked at the two followers, and the three horse men disappeared into the darkness of the Forbidden Forest in an instant.The voice was getting closer. Riddle stood up to block the other two.He drew his wand and aimed it at the source of the sound.

Orange lights once again illuminated the clearing.

The old Ogg reappeared.

This time he brought Albus Dumbledore.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

Cinderella

YOURDYING HEART, PARTI

1938

When the bell struck No. 12, the horse turned back into a mouse, the carriage turned back into a pumpkin, and the gorgeous dance dress turned into ordinary clothes with patches.The only thing that remains the same is the glass slipper.Without it, Cinderella would have thought it was all just a dream.The fire has gone out.She took the shoes under the moonlight and looked at them carefully.It reflects colorful brilliance like a real crystal.

It was the most beautiful magic she had ever seen.

- "Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm"

Harry couldn't quite remember how he got back to the hospital wing.He only remembered that the blackness of the Forbidden Forest had turned to the warm red of the fire.The sharp pain turned into a vague and dull pain, torturing his tired nerves. Albus seemed angry, and when he got angry, his tone of cold seriousness was exactly the same as that of his own brother. Harry vaguely overheard him and the others saying something about the 'Forbidden Forest' and 'Guards', but he only had time to hear those words before he fell into a drowsy sleep.

When I woke up again, it was pitch black.He wanted to touch his glasses in a daze, but found that his hand was being held by something.The fire had long since gone out.Through the moonlight, he saw someone sleeping beside his bed.

Harry sat up, trying to see the man's face clearly.The other party was woken up by him, and slowly let go of his hand.Silver moonlight poured down, illuminating the man's dark eyes. Harry couldn't see the other person's face clearly, only felt that the person was shining under the moonlight, like a legendary elf.The elf seemed to smile, "Are you feeling better?" Harry nodded. "That's good." The elf leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips.

Now Harry could finally see the other person's face clearly.He sank his head comfortably into the pillow. "I'm thirsty, Salazar." Although he could have fetched water himself. Riddle obediently left his bedside and returned with a glass of water.He handed Harry the water, "Don't do that in the future."

"Don't do that?"

"Don't sacrifice yourself to protect me."

"There will be no future."

"what?"

"How did you convince Ms. Pomfrey to let you stay on the ward?"

"I said you are my only relative."

The young man's movements stopped.

"Of course, it didn't convince her," Riddle added, "but Professor Dumbledore helped me."

Harry put the glass down on the bedside table and looked up at him.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see you."

"See you tomorrow, Professor. I'm going back to bed, too."

But Harry grabbed the hem of his shirt. Riddle turned around suspiciously.He faintly felt that something was wrong. Harry was still looking at him.

His eyes were green and transparent in the moonlight.

"Don't go," he said softly.

Riddle's heart skipped a beat.He stared intently into those green eyes, "What's the matter?" Harry didn't answer, but just moved his gaze out of the window calmly, "Sirius is so bright tonight." But this time Riddle didn't allow him to look away topic.He reached out directly and turned Harry's face back, "Look at me."

The young man's eyes wandered around, like a child who has done something wrong.

"I'll ask again, what's going on? Don't force me into your head."

"Nothing."

"Lie." Riddle said coldly, "When you lie, you never dare to look me in the eye."

"...you really understand me." Harry smiled wryly.He was finally willing to look at the person in front of him.A little bit of moonlight shattered into the other's dark eyes, like a silver flame.He is so good looking. Thinking so, Harry blinked slightly. Riddle was surprised to see a tear fall from those green eyes—the tear was crystal clear, silently slipped from the corner of the young man's eye, and finally wet his hand.

"sorry."

"what?"

"Sorry, Salazar. I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"Wherever you go..." Harry held his hand, "Wherever you go, I hope you remember...you are not alone." His voice was extremely gentle, like the silver moonlight, "There are people in this world People who cherish you, people who love you. Even if they leave one day, they will leave traces here..." He put his hand lightly on the boy's chest, "...will always be here."

What is he saying? Riddle felt his heart stop beating.That ominous feeling is back.Like when he saw that golden pocket watch, those wordless books, like every time he tried to uncover the secret of the other person's identity... he looked into those green eyes in shock.Under his gaze, those eyes gradually turned red.It was as if an invisible hand had smeared blood on it.

"you……"

will die?

He stared at him incredulously.

"No. No. Tell me what to do, what to do to save you."

Harry was silent. Riddle couldn't wait.He concentrated and attacked the opponent's mind.The fine needles drove straight in like a tide, and he stepped into the palace of thought without any effort.Where...he looked around.Is there any clue, is there any way... However, all I can see are the memories of the two.The aroma of ink in a bookstore.The golden morning light of Knockturn Alley.The green eyes and gentle words of the young man in the secret room.The clasped hands in the Forbidden Forest, the slight difference in body temperature staggering... Find it quickly!He concentrates.A sea of ​​needles suddenly rushed towards a golden door - which Riddle slammed open.

'You can't help me. '

'The soul can be mended. '

'I know.Confession mends the soul.But I have to give it up. '

He walked over quickly and stopped beside Harry.He saw tears running quietly across the young man's face.

'I hope you will forgive me. '

Riddle looked at Dumbledore, but saw only sad blue eyes.What's the meaning?Even he can't help it?No, it's impossible, there must be something else... He raised his hand violently, and all the doors opened.Fine rain in London.Empty books.Blood red stone.Bone white wand.The warm orange furnace light of Hogwarts.What's this?He grabs a memory.

The young man sat by his bed, writing earnestly under the candlelight.

Harry Potter...Tom Riddle...Albus Dumbledore...Gellert Grindelwald...

The boy lowered his eyes to look at the worn notebook.

Harry turned a page forward. Riddle's eyes widened in surprise.

It was densely written with names all over it.

... Lily Potter ... James Potter ... Sirius Black ... Severus Snape ... Dobby ... Remus Lupin ... Nymphadora Tonks ... Fred Weasley ... Cedric Diggory ... Alastor Moody ... Ron Weasley ... Hermione Granger ... Ginny Weasley ... Draco Malfoy ... Neville Longbottom ... Rubeus Hagrid ... GeorgeAsley ... FleurDelacour ... Arabellafigg ... Sybilltrelawney ... Horaceslughorn ... KingSleyshacklebolt ... Arthurweasley ... MinervamCgonagall ... Vernondursley ... Leersley ... le ejordan ... Billweasley ... chochang ... AberForthDumbledore ... regulusBlack ... mollyweasley ... dudleyDursl