[HP Doujin] 1943

Tom returned to Leicester Street, looked up, and saw a girl in a cloth skirt with loose hair squatting on the wall and throwing stones.What kind of girl was it that fascinated that Stuart boy so much?

He hissed at the corner of his mouth, and a small black snake moved along the corner of the wall.

"Go scare her," hissed Tom, "don't bite her."

Just as he thought, Elizabeth screamed in fright, and fell headfirst off the wall. Tom caught her quickly, but the girl fell so fast that he couldn't stand still, and fell back on the ground all at once. , his back hit the hard gravel ground, and he almost cried out in pain.

The girl was lying on his body, staring at him with a pair of black eyes, and a face like a little savage with a shocked expression.He had seen her a few times before, but hadn't paid much attention to her.He has never been interested in girls. In his eyes, girls are crying animals, weak and troublesome.

He lay on the ground leisurely, helped her waist and lifted her up a little, and asked, "Who is the boss of Leicester Street now?"

Elizabeth jumped up all of a sudden: "Is that the snake you released?"

He also stood up, patted his pants, grabbed her and pushed her against the wall: "Yes, it's me. I don't like you attacking my people very much. Although I don't like them either, but , please follow my rules to play the game, understand?"

Elizabeth glared at him angrily.

"How about we make a deal?" He remembered his revenge plan, showing a usual smirk every time he threatened other children in the orphanage, "You kiss me, and I will allow you to be on my territory act wildly."

"I'd rather eat shit than kiss you," she said sharply.

Tom twitched in exasperation, a stubborn girl indeed.He held back the impatience in his heart, put on a hurt expression, and continued to seduce her gently: "Do you know that you are very beautiful, Elizabeth?"

He had never failed to use this trick against other girls in the orphanage.As long as he speaks to a girl in such a gentle tone, they will all blush and stop talking.Full of confidence, he put his arms around her waist.

Elizabeth raised her small chin, her eyes sparkled so brightly and dazzingly that surprised him, and said simply, "Of course I know."

He froze.He has never met such an outspoken girl. Her tone and eyes have a kind of unruly and wild, but her wildness also has a clean taste, which is different from those lunatics in the orphanage. no the same.For a moment, he felt that he couldn't see through her.

Suddenly, Elizabeth put her arms around his neck, and the fragrance and softness of the girl's body approached him.He stiffened involuntarily, and before he recovered, she kicked his calf.

He stumbled and fell to the ground, and as he struggled to get up Elizabeth came running briskly, spat on him, and ran away.

During that summer vacation, he fought Elizabeth several times. Every time he defeated her, he would ask her with a smirk, "Can you give me a kiss?"

He doesn't know anything about the things between boys and girls, but he knows that girls like to kiss him.But Elizabeth never bought his account.He'd never been willing to call her "Lizzie" because he'd never seen her as a friend but an enemy from the start.Add to that the thought of Frances calling her "Lizzie" and he felt an inexplicable revulsion in him.

He hated rich people like Malfoy, Black, and Randall.At the beginning of the second grade, he had already realized his weaknesses and strengths.When Sylvia handed him the ingredients in the Potions classroom, he suddenly grabbed her hand without warning, and said "thank you" softly to her, he understood that this woman has always been important in her life. I can't let him go.It's such a good feeling to be in control, he thought, keeping a humble, gentle smile on his face.He likes the feeling of controlling others through the charisma he pretends, but at the same time he feels a kind of contempt and disgust for everyone.He was born without friends, because no one can be as proud and outstanding as him.

In London during the summer vacation of the second grade, when the Muggle air raids intensified.When the air raids came, he would run with the Muggles to the nearest bomb shelter.The air-raid shelter was the original subway station, and when he ran past it once, he happened to meet Elizabeth.

He stood with her in the crowded dugout, continuing to think about the plans he was hatching.His success in courting Sylvia Black in his sophomore year was a huge inspiration.To defeat your enemies you have to turn them into your closest friends.He listed his enemies in his mind, Tony, Malfoy, Francis... Everyone has their own weaknesses. Tony's weakness is his sister Margaret, and Malfoy's weakness is also his sister Rosalind. Girls aren't that hard to deal with, he thought grimly, and Francis—

He looked down at Elizabeth who was holding his hand and running into the air-raid shelter, with a satisfied smile on his face.

They ran into a corner and he put his arms around her to give her a space from being pushed.But the surroundings became more and more crowded, and soon, he was pushed tightly against her body by the crowd.

It was a summer in July, and she was only wearing a thin goose yellow shirt with two buttons on the chest left unbuttoned, with a faint floral scent on her body.He was wearing a white shirt, and his chest was pressed tightly against her body. Her body was so soft that the plan that was proceeding in an orderly manner in his calm mind inexplicably missed a beat.What happened to him?It felt really weird, out of his mind and plans, like something strange inside him woke up, it was an instinctive physiological reaction, like he wanted to hug this damn like girls.

It was terrible, he thought, why didn't the German bombers go away?

At this time, an explosion sounded in the distance, and he felt the girl in his arms tremble.Her breath fell gently on his neck, and there was a trace of firmness in his gentle voice that he had never heard before: "If we are killed in the next second, what is the thing you regret not doing?"

Hearing these words, Tom felt a sense of desolation for no reason.He had seen too much death and tragedy in his short life.No matter how difficult life is, he will force himself to go on.In the past so many years, he has already closed his heart tightly, and looked at everything in the world with a pair of ruthless eyes. Only by facing cruelty with cruelty, will he have the possibility of winning one day.

If one day he would die, what would he regret the most?He admitted that this sentence hit him, and many years later, until he lost his physical form and wandered like a wandering spirit in the distant forest, he thought about this sentence day and night, what if the next He is going to die in seconds, what is the thing he regrets not doing the most?

For a second it occurred to him to tell Elizabeth to go back to Francis.Francis is a bastard, but he really likes you, and he will treat you well for the rest of his life.Victoria was indeed a difficult woman to mess with, but he believed that one day, he would be able to solve her.

He was literally taken aback by his own thoughts.For the first time in his short life, this thought of being considerate of others had really come up.

Just when he opened his mouth to speak, Elizabeth withdrew her hand from behind, hugged his waist, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the face.

No girl had ever kissed him like this before.The other girls had a kind of fear of him, and giggled all the time, as if he were some pretty cheap doll.

Elizabeth raised her face, closed her eyes, her long dark maroon eyelashes were soft and trembling slightly, like a butterfly deep in a dream.She opened her eyes, and there was a sparkle in her black eyes, which were exactly like his. Her eyes were so penetrating and passionate, as if through that kiss, she gave him all the passion in her life without reservation.

She showed a smile as bright as the autumn sun in August.Her smile is as penetrating and clean as her eyes, unobstructed, unhesitating, with a kind of simple bravery.

Such unpretentious and unreserved giving—almost an act of folly—hit him hard for no apparent reason.

He never told her before, at that moment, he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world.He was surprised, why hadn't he seen her beauty before?She is the only one who has walked into his heart that was tightly closed early on, because she is the only one who gave him the trust and warmth full of sunshine without reservation, bravely and enthusiastically.

She was really like him, their whole life was an adventure without hesitation.

He never hoped that a girl would fall in love with him, and he never thought he would be emotionally dependent on a girl.The darkness and evil in his heart will always haunt him, the quagmire and mist from the beginning of his life, the extreme inferiority and hatred buried deep at the bottom of the rotten branches and leaves, which have never seen the light, come from another Extremes brought him pride and loneliness that ordinary people can't understand.

These glooms have long been integrated with his life, and he himself is darkness.These emotions split layer by layer in his character and nature, becoming fragmented, intricate, and full of contradictions.

When the Death Eater society was first being prepared, he told Sylvia flatly: "Don't involve Elizabeth. Never let her become a Death Eater."

Sylvia raised her eyes from the parchment: "Why? In your original plan, wasn't she the third pawn in your three moves to defeat Malfoy, Tony and Francis? Neither Rosalind nor Margaret That's the question, what are you still hesitating about?"

"She's different from everyone else."

"What do you mean?" Sylvia raised her head, her eyes trembling slightly.

"She's not like us," said Tom quietly.

"You want to change your plan for her and be willing to lose to Francis?"

Tom glanced at her quietly, picked up the books on the table and stood up, said lightly: "I will change my plan, but I will not lose to Francis."

"The two of you will not go on." Sylvia said to his back, "If you insist on excluding her, she will question what you are doing one day."

The lights of the library fell on Tom's back in a black robe, lonely and lonely.His footsteps paused, and there was a hint of exhaustion in his hoarse voice: "Let's talk about it later."