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The letter told him one thing, one thing he didn't want to admit, that Aunt Thompson who cared about him wholeheartedly from the very beginning and loved him as her grandson... died.Just two months ago, Aunt Thompson left this world and entered the eternal heaven of the Lord, where there is no sickness, no indifference, no disappointment and depression.

Two months ago, at that time, what was he doing, playing with his classmates or participating in various Hufflepuff activities?He tried hard to think back, but it was a pity that the impact of this day on him was so great that his mind protectively stopped more active activities.He could barely recall the time when he was happily discussing spells in the first grade with his Hufflepuff classmates with a quill. favorite.At that time, even if he inadvertently thought of the Muggle world, he only thought of self-study courses in ordinary middle schools, and the question of continuing to study after graduation. He actually, completely forgot about his grandmother in Australia who cared about him. There is Father Cliff who cares about him.At this time, a sentence he had learned once entered his mind - "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to raise but the relatives do not wait"

This letter was written by Aunt Thompson's younger brother. From the fierce wording and dissatisfied sentences in the letter, it can be seen that this simple old man still has a lot of incomprehension and a little bit of anger towards Severus .

Aunt Thompson will lie on the sickbed for more than half a year after being ill. She has been in poor health, but Aunt Thompson always smiles and calmly tells people around her that she is fine and fine. Even if she has to leave this world, it is because of God. She will quietly wait for the day when God will let her go, but Aunt Thompson's brother knows that she has always had a longing in her heart and a regret that she couldn't make up for in the end. Aunt Thompson's final departure was not so peaceful and peaceful.

In the past six months, Severus has not sent an email, not a word of concern, and not one phone call, which made Aunt Thompson's younger brother very angry and felt that Severus was too ungrateful.You know, Aunt Thompson has always been looking forward to seeing Severus, even when she finally passed away, her eyes were still fixed on the door, as if expecting someone to come, until finally disappointed closed his eyes.

The old man wrote, he had sent many emails, but unfortunately, Severus didn't reply.He didn't even attend Aunt Thompson's funeral.Of course, at the end, the old man wrote with heavy strokes that Aunt Thompson left all her inheritance to Severus. If he is free, he is welcome to go to Australia to deal with the inheritance issue. He wrote sarcastically, This kind of thing, Severus should take his precious time to deal with it, that sentence, the color is particularly deep, that sentence, it seems, is bigger and more emphatic than other sentences, just like the old man The indignation was conveyed through the tip of the pen to the letter paper.Although Severus was at Hogwarts at the time, although he really didn't mean to ignore the mail from Australia, it still couldn't take away the fact that he didn't care or even care about this sting of Mama Thompson's cruelty that ripped his heart , The more he thought about it, the tighter his heart tightened, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Yes, he knew that Aunt Thompson had passed away, and the grandma who cared about him had left him forever.Severus already felt that he could no longer bear this kind of news, and every word and every word in the letter seemed to condemn him, and each knife cut his heart that he could no longer bear.

Holding the letter paper, he looked around in fear. The bright light illuminated everything so clearly.Even his heart, which had been hit to the point of collapse, was opened up under the light, with every detail visible and dripping with blood.Even his oblivion of Father Cliff and Mama Thompson was so obvious by the light, so obvious that it was like the twisted jeer of a circus clown's bloody mouth.

He turned off the light, and shrank into the corner of the living room in the thick night.At this moment, what he needs is not a big empty house, he just needs a dark corner that can accommodate him and allow him to hide.Now, no one needs him to be strong, even those who care about him are gone.Even if it is weakness, then let him be weak for one night, before he can face the rising sun the next day with a smile, let him be completely and completely weak for a while.At this time, in this space and place, even if he cries, no one will care or ask him anymore.

The moonlight shone coldly on the floor through the window, and Severus huddled in a dark corner that even the moonlight couldn't reach.He blankly recalled that when he was at Hogwarts, he forgot Father Cliff, and he forgot Aunt Thompson.

There were a few photos in his hand. Aunt Thompson had expected that they could call her or write to her on Christmas. Any message would make the old man feel relieved and happy.Because schools are closed for Christmas, Aunt Thompson specially wrote her home phone number in the email and sent it out with hope.It was written in the letter that Aunt Thompson was too sick to sit for a long time, but on Christmas day, she suddenly recovered and sat on the bed with a rosy face, waiting for the postman to pass by and the phone to ring.Sitting, waiting for a whole day and night, from the anticipation and excitement in the morning to the gray face in the evening.From that day on, Mama Thompson never sat up in bed again.On the day Aunt Thompson passed away, the weather was fine and the sky was so blue that it made me want to cry.

The photo was taken by Aunt Thompson on Christmas. She thought that if Severus called, she could tell the child she loved that she was fine and she was in good spirits, and then send back two photos for Severus. Don't worry Les, the elders always tolerate children to the point of distressing.

In the photo, Aunt Thompson was neatly dressed, sitting on a chair, smiling, just like the look she had every time she saw Severus in the past. No more time.

Severus couldn't help but start to assume that if he hadn't applied to stay in school, if he hadn't been greedy to learn about Christmas in the wizarding world, if he had gone straight home, right, he could have given Aunt Thompson a warm comfort, a life without regrets. Leaving with a smile.It's a pity that there are not so many ifs in the world, and it's a pity that everything can't be overthrown and restarted.Aunt Thompson had already been buried, and Severus hadn't been able to show up at the funeral either.Now he can only recall Aunt Thompson's smile and love for him from the photos. Even if he went to the cemetery, all he could see were the cold tombstones.

Aunt Thompson even left him all her property, Severus wanted to laugh, but he still cried silently, give it all to him, give him this ungrateful person?Why did Aunt Thompson treat him so well, so good that he felt worthless.

Severus curled his body tighter and tighter, all gone, those who cared about him when he came to this world, those who cared about him, those who he cared about, those who he cared about, all left, all were going to leave, completely leave he.Everything happened in one day, as if all hopes were overthrown by a pair of ruthless hands at this moment, and all happiness bubbles were ruthlessly burst.

He thought of his dream once. The two children grew up holding hands. Amidst the scenery along the way, there was Aunt Thompson's smile and Father Cliff's care...

Viddy, Father Cliff, Aunt Thompson... Finally, he cried out, a low, wounded voice.But at this time, maybe it's become a habit to fake being strong, maybe it's because he's afraid of being heard, even though the house is so empty that he doesn't even want to stop the sound, he can only cry softly.On the dining table, he accidentally touched the sound storage crystal lying quietly, shining with blue light, like the wings of a butterfly, silently.

Once again, Severus thought of the warm home, the mother who was busy under the lamp and the father who was reading the newspaper.He found desperately that he couldn't recall the appearance of his parents at all. At this moment, he finally understood that he could not go back, he could never go back, the world he used to have cut off everything with him connect.He's just an ordinary guy named Severus Snape living in a fictional world.The caring words of the mother's kind smile and the lesson of love hidden in the father's sternness no longer belong to him.He is just a stranger who has no relationship with his former parents.

Severus wanted to stretch out his hand in a daze, all he could reach was the air, his hand couldn't touch the once warm family, his hand couldn't touch those who cared about him and those he cared about.

It was so cold, really cold, he curled up into the posture of a child in the mother's womb, that posture represented helplessness and anxiety, and represented the longing for the mother's protection and love.

He sobbed softly, screamed in despair, shouting for a delusion that was absolutely impossible to realize

"Mom, I want to go home"

"Mom, I want to go home"

"I want to go home"

"I want to go home"

again and again……

Although, he already knew that he would never go back.

In a dark and dirty little corner, a child curled up his thin body and cried...

Before the bright sun rises again, before he is equipped with a strong fake again, before he lives a good life for the real Severus Snape who may disappear, let him cry secretly, cry The once most firm sustenance that abandoned him, crying for the care that can never be found, crying for the smiling faces of parents that can never be found...