The Last Goodbye

ey...Charlie Weasley...Astoria Greengrass...Ariana Dumbledore...Luna Lovegood...Petunia Dursley...

The young man's hand gently stroked the yellowed paper.

'do not forget. ' he said softly. 'do not forget.do not forget. '

His hands solemnly pressed down on the notebook, as if he wanted to crush those words in his memory.The boy on the bed moved in his sleep.The young man turned his head, waved his hand and cast a sleeping spell.The emerald green eyes are gentle and calm.Suddenly, Harry leaned down and left a kiss on the boy's forehead.His movements were so light and his expression so pious, as if it was a sacred ceremony.

'You also have to have your own life. '

His voice was very soft, as if speaking to himself.

'Do not worry.I will stop the rise of the Dark Lord. '

Riddle reached out his hand involuntarily, but he couldn't touch Harry.Not here.He turned and left, continuing to walk in the palace of memory.

A sense of ominous dislocation grew stronger.He searched around by instinct.No, no, no... what's going on.He stopped wearily.Why don't you have any memory before you met me?Wait a moment.He made up his mind.Take me to where his memory begins.The sea of ​​needles is like a magnet being sucked away.Doors rushed past him.Finally stopped in a claustrophobic alley.Late autumn in London is wet and cold.Tiny raindrops drifted from the leaden clouds.The time and space in the alley suddenly distorted.The falling rainwater was sucked into the whirlpool.The vortex grew bigger and bigger until a stream of energy erupted from the center.When the air calmed down, a man appeared in the originally small space.The man breathed heavily and reached out to support the wall next to him.He took out a watch from his pocket and pressed it open.

'One year. 'His voice was clear and firm, like mountain spring water broken on stones,'Lend me for a year. '

There was silence all around.

Only the patter of rain and the wind passing through the hall.

'good. 'The man suddenly said,' Deal. '

He looks up. Riddle saw a pair of green eyes.The man went straight through him and disappeared into the London rain.

The boy who was left behind stood there blankly.

"……what."

He suddenly laughed out loud, leaning against the wet stone wall weakly.

No wonder.No wonder I keep feeling like I can't catch you.I always thought you would leave me.So you...

"... are not from this world at all."

I would have believed you.

"you liar……"

He closed his eyes in pain.

The rain in London seems to be getting heavier.He felt them fall into his hair.But... is it hot to rain in London?He opened his eyes and saw the white hospital bed and silver moonlight in the hospital wing.It wasn't rain falling on his head, it was Harry stroking his hair gently, just like when they first met.His movements are so gentle.His skin was so warm.He could hear the quiet breathing and beating pulse of the other party. Riddle looked back in shock.

The young man sat quietly in the moonlight, staring at him with red eyes.

"...Are you okay?" He was extremely nervous. Harry didn't answer.The red eyes are like inorganic glass beads, unblinking.

"Harry?" Riddle called out, "...Are you alright? Are you alright?" After a while, the red-eyed young man just smiled slightly at him.

"You..." Riddle subconsciously held the other person's shoulder, "...can you hear me?" He asked uncertainly.Obviously there is temperature, heartbeat, and breathing.But the person in front of him is like an empty shell left by a butterfly that has broken its cocoon.

"Hey..." He shook the other party without giving up.Something slipped out of the young man's pocket and fell to the ground with a clatter. Riddle picked it up.In the moonlight, the golden pocket watch shone brightly.He accidentally pressed it open.The watch has stopped.The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand are all facing twelve o'clock.He forced his brain to think.What day did we meet?What day is it? October 1937th, 10.Today is October... 10th, 1938.

A pocket watch that runs backwards.One year time limit.Disappeared memories.cost.soul.do not forget.

'There are people who cherish you and love you in this world.Even if they leave one day, they will leave traces here...'

He clutched his chest tightly.

'... will always be here. '

There were countless small and sharp pains in the chest, like broken glass piercing into the heart.Hot tears rolled down from his eyes, and across the cold skin, like fire burning through the prairie.

……why.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

……why.

Finally, there was one who saw my truest side, and there was no one who escaped.Someone who is willing to touch me, who is willing to take me in.A person who is willing to trust me and protect me.one……

Someone who is willing to love me.

……why.

Didn't you say you need me?

But I haven't done anything for you yet...how could you...how could you...

He looked into those cold red eyes imploringly.

"……do not leave me."

However, only the silent night answered him.The moonlight sprinkled frost and snow all over the ground.The young man was obviously sitting opposite him, but he looked so far away.

"...I thought there was still a lot of time, a lot of opportunities..."

"...so I didn't tell you how much I value you..."

"...I'm always afraid, afraid that you will leave me, afraid that you will not want me..."

"...so I always pretend that I don't like you, don't care about you..."

"...I always deliberately don't listen to you and make you angry..."

"...Because I'm too scared to admit it..."

"...I don't want to admit it, I dare not admit it..."

He smiled sadly.

"……I can not……"

Admit that I love you.Because I'm afraid of losing.

Tears blurred vision.Moonlight and night, a hazy.In a daze, he seemed to see the other party raised his hand. Riddle held his breath in surprise.The young man's hand slowly reached out to his face, and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

"You know me, right?" He grabbed the warm hand, "Do you know me, Harry?" The young man looked at him quietly.no answer.But Riddle still held his hand tightly. "I'll find a way." He smiled through his tears, "Wait for me, Harry Potter."

wait for me.

I will get you back.

No matter what method is used.

No matter what the price.

YOURDYING HEART, PARTII

1938

Christmas is coming.

One morning in late December, Hogwarts awoke from a dream to find several feet of snow all around.The lake was covered with hard ice.A few owls fly through the snowy sky to deliver the mail, after a lot of hardships.The severe cold did not affect the mood of the students, after all, the holiday is just around the corner.The first Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin is still the talk of the students after dinner.This year, the Lions started off with a [-]-point advantage with the talented first-year seeker Quint Weasley, defeating Slytherin, who had won the championship for five consecutive years.The fighting spirit of the students in the Snake Academy was fully stimulated, and the training was increased from two times a week to three times a week.At the end of the last practice session before the festival, Alphard felt like his fingers were freezing.He entered the auditorium without changing his muddy and sweaty robe, and began to eat hungrily, with no regard for his noble self-cultivation.The chatter of the students next to him floated into his ears.

"Did you know? I saw Professor Potter in the vice-principal's office yesterday."

"The one who used to be a substitute for Defense Against the Dark Arts? He left school long ago. It seems that there was an accident in the flying class."

"But I did see him in Dumbledore's office."

"Is the vice principal going to rehire him?"

"I was going to ask, but he looks weird..."

"Why is it weird?"

"I called him, but he ignored me."

"You've got the wrong person."

"It would be great if the vice principal really hired him back, I like him the most..."

Alphard took a sip of the pumpkin juice, licked the bread and chicken in his mouth, and left the auditorium.The boy cleaned his robe as he walked, and when he came to the cellar, he was already cleaned up.Several senior students in the lounge were chatting around the fire, Alphard greeted them, then went straight to the arched window in the corner.

"Did you talk to him?" He touched Abraxas.The other party shook his head and continued to read the book in his hand.

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about Christmas."

"Nothing."

"Then I'll tell."

"it is good."

Alphard folded his arms and hesitated for a while, "I'm a little afraid."

His friend made an astonishing look.

"But we can't leave him here alone." The gray eyes looked troubled. "Don't worry, some people want to ask him out." Blue eyes glanced at the fireplace. "He definitely won't go with them, how could he leave..." But Abraxa