[HP Doujin] 1943
Chapter 35 Cruciatus
Please forgive the hasty and fragmentary writing of my memoirs, because in recent days, my spirit seems to have become more and more fragile.
In the winter of 1949 I stopped working at St. Mungo's and was living alone in a flat in Edinburgh to recuperate, pregnant with Tom's baby and growing.This pregnancy was different from last time, I didn't have such severe reactions, just couldn't sleep well every night, and kept having all kinds of nightmares.
I am so afraid that I will forget the bits and pieces in my life that once gave me beauty and hope, so every day, I sit in front of that solid oak desk and keep writing on a stack of parchment. Keep writing... If one day, day and night will no longer change, and the seasons will no longer be cold or warm, this stack of memoirs can at least remind me of the things I once had.
Neither Francis nor Tom have been in touch with me, but I keep reading the horrifying news in the Daily Prophet: "The Borgin & Bock store has had its license suspended and all its staff will be blackmailed by the Ministry of Magic. A comprehensive review by the magic smuggling and investigation team”; “The assassination of Mr. Stuart, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, is suspected of being committed by the same person as Smith’s murder. Officials from the Ministry of Magic have not disclosed the name of the suspect”...
I never went to Stuart Manor again, and Francis' wrath grounded me out of it forever.
The road was frozen hard, and the soles of my feet were painful when I stepped on it.I walked to the end of the road, crossed the zebra crossing, and walked along the narrow sidewalk to my apartment.
I walked to the fireplace with a raging fire, stretched out my hands, and baked my frozen fingers.The kitchen is warm and cozy, with two crimson armchairs by the fireplace, candles on the wooden dining table, a teapot and a copy of this morning's Daily Prophet.The blue flame conjured up by magic on the stove is licking the bottom of a stew pot. The beef stew in the pot is bubbling and exuding an attractive aroma.
I sat down in the armchair feeling drowsy, and after a while I began to doze off.When I opened my eyes, Tom was looking down at me, slightly messy black hair fell on his forehead, and there was a tired but warm smile in his dark and stern eyes.
I thought I was dreaming, so I softly called his name and put my arms around his neck.
He kissed my hair, touched my bumpy belly, and said, "What do you think our baby should be called?"
I tilted my head and thought for a while, then showed a mischievous smile: "Let's call Lizzie."
The kettle screeched to boil, and he turned off the gas with a flick of his wand.I gradually came to my senses, stared at him dumbfounded, then pinched my own arm, and a piercing pain came over me.I stood up in a jiffy, only to get dizzy from the speed. I waited for the dizziness to pass, and said incoherently, "Why - you shouldn't - the Ministry of Magic are chasing you?"
There was an imperceptible melancholy in his eyes.He hugged me and said, "I'll take you somewhere tonight, okay?"
"Tom, what the hell did you do?" I asked. "What the hell happened between you and Francis? Did you set that snake?"
He didn't answer me directly, and there was an unfathomable expression on that handsome and familiar face: "Elizabeth, just go with me to a place and you'll understand."
The sky and the earth were gray.A thick mist came from the direction of the valley, hovering in the cemetery like a ghost.The gray and black tombstones in disrepair lay scattered in the dirty snow, and a crow stood among the nettles and gooseberry bushes, making piercing calls one after another, which sounded especially sad in the foggy winter horrible.
Wearing a thick fur cloak, I walked down a frozen dirt path, through thick fog and tombstones, and walked deep into the cemetery.
Tom walked ahead of me.His cloak rustled lightly as it swept the ground.He walked to a relatively new tombstone, stopped, and looked ahead silently. The fog wrapped around our feet, and I couldn't even see anything two meters away.
Tom took out his yew wand and waved it lightly, and the thick snowflakes on the tombstone disappeared automatically, revealing a line of words——
Tom Riddle
1905 ~ 1943
I trembled involuntarily and grabbed his hand.He put his wand back in his pocket, stared straight ahead, and said quietly, "This is my father."
When I was in school, every time I asked about his parents, he always said lightly: "I'm an orphan. My parents died long ago, and I don't know who they are."
My voice sounded stuttering: "Tom... your father died in 1943. We were in fifth grade that year."
Tom's expression remained calm and flat.He looked down at me and chuckled, "I know."
I looked up at him in surprise, an inexplicable fear welled up in my heart: "But——but all these years you have been—"
I didn't say the word "orphanage".I know how much shame and pain this word has brought him in the past countless days and nights.I know how much he hates that word.
He lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The summer night my father died, I was with him." Having said that, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes were fixed on me, "That It was a night in August. I came here to find my father, my grandfather and my uncle."
Snowflakes began to fall.We looked at each other, and when he spoke, the hot breath from his mouth immediately turned into a white mist.The cemetery was so quiet that the sound of snowflakes falling could almost be heard.
"I never knew you had family," I said, my voice low and husky.
"Yeah," he said, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, I didn't know, I didn't find out they were all alive and well until the summer of fifth grade. My father was a Muggle and lived on the hillside Riddle Hall above. My mother's brother Morfin Gaunt lives in a very poor house in the woods. The Gaunts, the last of the Salazar Slytherins."
"Are you a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?" I gasped, feeling a sharp pain in my temple.The news was too sudden and shocking.
"When I found my father, my dear uncle found him. He killed my father's family and sent himself to Azkaban," Tom told me calmly.
He looked at me, leaned down, pulled me into his arms, and whispered softly in my ear, "Of course, if you go and find the record of Morfin Gaunt's trial at the Ministry of Magic Enforcement, you'll see I just told you the story. But do you want to be the second person besides me to know the truth?"
I looked up, looked at his chiseled handsome face, and nodded.
The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, showing a smile that I am very familiar with.
"I killed my father's family and put the blame on my uncle and I don't regret it."
I stared at him blankly.That's right, the typical "Riddle-style" method, when he opened the secret room back then, he was already very familiar with framing others.
He continued, his voice sounding quiet and calm: "Besides, I also killed the old woman of the Smith family and her stupid niece, and I stole Smith's treasures, which caused great trouble in their family. property disputes. I also directed Nagini to attack your husband at the Ministry of Magic."
I was silent for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to pass.Then, I took a deep breath of the cold air, looked at him and said calmly: "Where are we going now? How about we go to the European continent, or the United States, the UK is no longer safe."
When I said the word "we", his originally calm eyes shook slightly, as if the calm lake surface was suddenly broken by a stone, and there were countless emotional waves that I couldn't understand .He was silent for a while, as if he didn't expect that I would say such a thing to him.
I looked at the tenderness on his face for a moment, and there was a tearing pain in my heart, but soon, the temperature in his eyes suddenly disappeared, like a candle in the wind and rain, it shook and went out completely up.One side of his mouth tilted up slightly in that Riddle smile I no longer knew—handsome, cold, unfathomable.
"Elizabeth, you have never failed me in your stupidity. I hate Stuart, don't you know? He has been trying to track me down for so many years. Since the day you married him, You too have become a Stuart I hate."
Having said that, he let go of me who was teetering in the snow, took out his wand, and gently stroked the smooth tip with his slender fingers.He seemed to be appreciating the bewilderment and despair on my face, and continued to say in a joking tone: "To me, you are no different from Adelaide. From the very beginning, I approached you only to use you as a threat Tony Randall. For you, your dear brother has become one of my best assistants. All I care about is power. Do you think I care about my ridiculous relationship with you? Why, do I Isn't his performance perfect?"
There were chaotic footsteps outside the cemetery, and I heard the loud voices of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic: "Put down the wand, stay where you are, and don't move!"
I looked at him blankly and desperately, and silently called his name.
"I don't believe you," I said helplessly, "I don't believe you."
He smiled, as if he hadn't noticed the Ministry of Magic officials around the cemetery at all, and continued softly: "You really think I want you to bear me this child? You are not worthy of my child. Maybe, Punishing you is the last thing I can do to get revenge on your husband."
"Tom!" I took a step back and tripped over a tombstone lying across the road.
Gripping the yew wand in his long fingers, he aimed it firmly at me, with a brutal calm on his face: "Crucio."
A heart-piercing pain spread all over my body, and I fell to the ground, hitting my head heavily on the icy gravel ground, followed by a sharp pain in my abdomen.
The spells shot by the Aurors hit the tombstones one after another, making a huge explosion.Before I lost consciousness, I saw a black cloud of smoke rising into the sky, and Tom disappeared into the mist.
In the winter of 1949 I stopped working at St. Mungo's and was living alone in a flat in Edinburgh to recuperate, pregnant with Tom's baby and growing.This pregnancy was different from last time, I didn't have such severe reactions, just couldn't sleep well every night, and kept having all kinds of nightmares.
I am so afraid that I will forget the bits and pieces in my life that once gave me beauty and hope, so every day, I sit in front of that solid oak desk and keep writing on a stack of parchment. Keep writing... If one day, day and night will no longer change, and the seasons will no longer be cold or warm, this stack of memoirs can at least remind me of the things I once had.
Neither Francis nor Tom have been in touch with me, but I keep reading the horrifying news in the Daily Prophet: "The Borgin & Bock store has had its license suspended and all its staff will be blackmailed by the Ministry of Magic. A comprehensive review by the magic smuggling and investigation team”; “The assassination of Mr. Stuart, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, is suspected of being committed by the same person as Smith’s murder. Officials from the Ministry of Magic have not disclosed the name of the suspect”...
I never went to Stuart Manor again, and Francis' wrath grounded me out of it forever.
The road was frozen hard, and the soles of my feet were painful when I stepped on it.I walked to the end of the road, crossed the zebra crossing, and walked along the narrow sidewalk to my apartment.
I walked to the fireplace with a raging fire, stretched out my hands, and baked my frozen fingers.The kitchen is warm and cozy, with two crimson armchairs by the fireplace, candles on the wooden dining table, a teapot and a copy of this morning's Daily Prophet.The blue flame conjured up by magic on the stove is licking the bottom of a stew pot. The beef stew in the pot is bubbling and exuding an attractive aroma.
I sat down in the armchair feeling drowsy, and after a while I began to doze off.When I opened my eyes, Tom was looking down at me, slightly messy black hair fell on his forehead, and there was a tired but warm smile in his dark and stern eyes.
I thought I was dreaming, so I softly called his name and put my arms around his neck.
He kissed my hair, touched my bumpy belly, and said, "What do you think our baby should be called?"
I tilted my head and thought for a while, then showed a mischievous smile: "Let's call Lizzie."
The kettle screeched to boil, and he turned off the gas with a flick of his wand.I gradually came to my senses, stared at him dumbfounded, then pinched my own arm, and a piercing pain came over me.I stood up in a jiffy, only to get dizzy from the speed. I waited for the dizziness to pass, and said incoherently, "Why - you shouldn't - the Ministry of Magic are chasing you?"
There was an imperceptible melancholy in his eyes.He hugged me and said, "I'll take you somewhere tonight, okay?"
"Tom, what the hell did you do?" I asked. "What the hell happened between you and Francis? Did you set that snake?"
He didn't answer me directly, and there was an unfathomable expression on that handsome and familiar face: "Elizabeth, just go with me to a place and you'll understand."
The sky and the earth were gray.A thick mist came from the direction of the valley, hovering in the cemetery like a ghost.The gray and black tombstones in disrepair lay scattered in the dirty snow, and a crow stood among the nettles and gooseberry bushes, making piercing calls one after another, which sounded especially sad in the foggy winter horrible.
Wearing a thick fur cloak, I walked down a frozen dirt path, through thick fog and tombstones, and walked deep into the cemetery.
Tom walked ahead of me.His cloak rustled lightly as it swept the ground.He walked to a relatively new tombstone, stopped, and looked ahead silently. The fog wrapped around our feet, and I couldn't even see anything two meters away.
Tom took out his yew wand and waved it lightly, and the thick snowflakes on the tombstone disappeared automatically, revealing a line of words——
Tom Riddle
1905 ~ 1943
I trembled involuntarily and grabbed his hand.He put his wand back in his pocket, stared straight ahead, and said quietly, "This is my father."
When I was in school, every time I asked about his parents, he always said lightly: "I'm an orphan. My parents died long ago, and I don't know who they are."
My voice sounded stuttering: "Tom... your father died in 1943. We were in fifth grade that year."
Tom's expression remained calm and flat.He looked down at me and chuckled, "I know."
I looked up at him in surprise, an inexplicable fear welled up in my heart: "But——but all these years you have been—"
I didn't say the word "orphanage".I know how much shame and pain this word has brought him in the past countless days and nights.I know how much he hates that word.
He lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The summer night my father died, I was with him." Having said that, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes were fixed on me, "That It was a night in August. I came here to find my father, my grandfather and my uncle."
Snowflakes began to fall.We looked at each other, and when he spoke, the hot breath from his mouth immediately turned into a white mist.The cemetery was so quiet that the sound of snowflakes falling could almost be heard.
"I never knew you had family," I said, my voice low and husky.
"Yeah," he said, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Yeah, I didn't know, I didn't find out they were all alive and well until the summer of fifth grade. My father was a Muggle and lived on the hillside Riddle Hall above. My mother's brother Morfin Gaunt lives in a very poor house in the woods. The Gaunts, the last of the Salazar Slytherins."
"Are you a descendant of Salazar Slytherin?" I gasped, feeling a sharp pain in my temple.The news was too sudden and shocking.
"When I found my father, my dear uncle found him. He killed my father's family and sent himself to Azkaban," Tom told me calmly.
He looked at me, leaned down, pulled me into his arms, and whispered softly in my ear, "Of course, if you go and find the record of Morfin Gaunt's trial at the Ministry of Magic Enforcement, you'll see I just told you the story. But do you want to be the second person besides me to know the truth?"
I looked up, looked at his chiseled handsome face, and nodded.
The corner of his mouth raised a slight arc, showing a smile that I am very familiar with.
"I killed my father's family and put the blame on my uncle and I don't regret it."
I stared at him blankly.That's right, the typical "Riddle-style" method, when he opened the secret room back then, he was already very familiar with framing others.
He continued, his voice sounding quiet and calm: "Besides, I also killed the old woman of the Smith family and her stupid niece, and I stole Smith's treasures, which caused great trouble in their family. property disputes. I also directed Nagini to attack your husband at the Ministry of Magic."
I was silent for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to pass.Then, I took a deep breath of the cold air, looked at him and said calmly: "Where are we going now? How about we go to the European continent, or the United States, the UK is no longer safe."
When I said the word "we", his originally calm eyes shook slightly, as if the calm lake surface was suddenly broken by a stone, and there were countless emotional waves that I couldn't understand .He was silent for a while, as if he didn't expect that I would say such a thing to him.
I looked at the tenderness on his face for a moment, and there was a tearing pain in my heart, but soon, the temperature in his eyes suddenly disappeared, like a candle in the wind and rain, it shook and went out completely up.One side of his mouth tilted up slightly in that Riddle smile I no longer knew—handsome, cold, unfathomable.
"Elizabeth, you have never failed me in your stupidity. I hate Stuart, don't you know? He has been trying to track me down for so many years. Since the day you married him, You too have become a Stuart I hate."
Having said that, he let go of me who was teetering in the snow, took out his wand, and gently stroked the smooth tip with his slender fingers.He seemed to be appreciating the bewilderment and despair on my face, and continued to say in a joking tone: "To me, you are no different from Adelaide. From the very beginning, I approached you only to use you as a threat Tony Randall. For you, your dear brother has become one of my best assistants. All I care about is power. Do you think I care about my ridiculous relationship with you? Why, do I Isn't his performance perfect?"
There were chaotic footsteps outside the cemetery, and I heard the loud voices of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic: "Put down the wand, stay where you are, and don't move!"
I looked at him blankly and desperately, and silently called his name.
"I don't believe you," I said helplessly, "I don't believe you."
He smiled, as if he hadn't noticed the Ministry of Magic officials around the cemetery at all, and continued softly: "You really think I want you to bear me this child? You are not worthy of my child. Maybe, Punishing you is the last thing I can do to get revenge on your husband."
"Tom!" I took a step back and tripped over a tombstone lying across the road.
Gripping the yew wand in his long fingers, he aimed it firmly at me, with a brutal calm on his face: "Crucio."
A heart-piercing pain spread all over my body, and I fell to the ground, hitting my head heavily on the icy gravel ground, followed by a sharp pain in my abdomen.
The spells shot by the Aurors hit the tombstones one after another, making a huge explosion.Before I lost consciousness, I saw a black cloud of smoke rising into the sky, and Tom disappeared into the mist.
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