happy life?strange

After all, Voldemort still has no Avada Abraxas, he just coldly asked to find the trace of Severus within a month, whether dead or alive, an answer must be found, even he said Even if you die, you have to dig it out and bring it in front of him.Abraxas walked out of the study trembling, the strong Dementia made him want to vomit, he thought of Voldemort's eyes at that time and his body turned cold, the one who read his memory relentlessly, the one who carefully searched for the lying part After the memory of his frail and terrifying body on the hospital bed, Voldemort's eyes were filled with murderous intent, looking at him was like looking at a dead thing.If Abraxas hadn't pulled out the fact that Lucius had paid attention to Severus, he doubted he'd even be able to get out of that room.

So, after getting Lucius to extract the relevant memories as quickly as possible, Abraxas returned to the study in Voldemort Manor. The room has been tidied up, and there is no trace of any damage.And Voldemort just stood in front of the window and looked at the scenery outside the window without saying a word. On the desk, there was already a meditation disk.

Abraxas put the crystal bottle on the table, not daring to make any noise, and quietly backed out.

That night, Voldemort canceled the scheduled banquet and demanded that the Death Eaters who were watching Spider's End be removed first.When people fell into sweet dreams, he stepped on the dim light of the street lamp alone, without telling anyone, and came to Spider's End Alley alone.He didn't know why he suddenly had an urge to see the place where he had lived, and he clearly told himself that he should forget it, but the beast-like urge in his heart crushed his reason under his feet.He can only tell himself that this is just to see, maybe, after seeing the shameful past that he doesn't want to mention, he can completely let go of someone, someone who has left him.

He finally saw with his own eyes the house where he had lived for four years.Perhaps because there is no care of the owner, the house has a sad and abandoned atmosphere. The weeds in the yard have completely covered the path, and even the underside of the swing is covered with arrogant weeds.The window was dark, looking coldly at the outside world, and the glass window not covered by curtains shone with an indifferent and boring light.

This is a small two-story house, which may have once had joy and warmth, but now it is the embodiment of loneliness. Voldemort looked at the small swing frame, the paint on it had almost fallen off, and the shadow of the swing was reflected lonely on the weeds.

---Once upon a time, there was a little child sitting on it, and the child behind was doting on it, smiling and gently pushing...

Not paying attention to the dust under his feet, and not caring about the startled lizards crawling around, Voldemort walked to the gate, and he knocked on the door, only to hear the empty echo of the room, but no one came to open the door.

--- Once upon a time, there was a child who had been sitting quietly, waiting to measure someone's arrival, because he knew that someone would definitely come back.

The "alahoo hole" door creaked and finally opened after five years.

Voldemort walked into the small living room, the moonlight through the window slightly illuminated a small piece of ground like water, he looked around, this was the first time he had seen this place with his own eyes, it felt so strange, so far away.Suddenly, he had an urge, an urge to rediscover this place, a sour and heart-wrenching urge that he had never felt before.Anyway, there is the cover of the night, and no one sees it anyway, so it doesn't matter if the weak feelings that should be abandoned under a little connivance, as long as they are completely forgotten after venting.

He closed his eyes and groped around, ignoring the years of dust staining his rich robes.One step, two steps, three steps, why didn't the impression fit into the memory?

Voldemort remembered that once, he was just a little child.In this current environment, it seems that he who used to be Vidy is back, not Voldemort, just Vidy, little incompetent Vidy, a Vidi who wants to be hugged by Severus and wants to monopolize all his love. di.

He took out a bottle of potion and drank it. The next moment, the moon saw a black-haired child groping around in the deserted, dusty room with his eyes closed.

One step, two steps, three steps... This is the sofa...

---A certain child is always nestled on the sofa and listening to the sounds in the kitchen

This is the stairs, slowly climb up the stairs with eyes closed, turn, and walk four and a half steps, that is Severus' room, push open the door, and walk up four steps, is the familiar bed.

He opened his eyes, there was no one on the bed, he opened the old wardrobe, there was a musty smell, and there were children's clothes in it, which had been mothed by mold so that they couldn't look what they used to be.

--- Once, that bed was a little paradise for him to rest every night, waiting for someone's good night kiss and listening to someone's story.

Perhaps unable to bear the reality that no one was there, he walked out the door, and when he was about to go downstairs, he saw a locked room.It was the room that Severus specially arranged for Viddy, but it was firmly locked by a big brass lock.He also opened the door with a spell, and he walked in, and the breath and time of a certain day frozen in amber were finally completely presented in front of him.Although it also has a musty smell, it can be seen that a lot of anti-mold and moth-proof medicines were specially put here back then, fresh sheets, soft and big white pillows, silly teddy bears as tall as a person, and neatly folded blankets , in the starlight and moonlight, maintaining the original appearance in a trance, presenting a lively life, as if waiting for the arrival of the owner of the room at the next moment.

When he got used to the light in the room, he could see that the sheets had been mothed, the pillows had lost their original softness and elasticity, and the blanket had holes. Only the teddy bear was still looking at him with black eyes.

---There was once a child who sang a song when he stuffed a teddy bear into his arms. What song was that? "The doll and the bear dance, dance and dance, one two one..."

Opening the wardrobe, which was obviously newer than the room next door, the neatly hung children's clothes were clearly more preserved and better than what Severus had, and also, newer.

On the bedside table, there are two sound storage crystals.He walked over and lightly injected the magic power, and the child's immature voice resounded in this deserted house five years later.

Once again, he heard Severus read to him emphatically

"If you still exist in this world, then no matter what this world is, it is meaningful to me. But if you are gone, no matter how good this world is, it is just a desert in my eyes. And I'm like a fox spirit."

He knew how Severus borrowed books for him, and how he used his free time to record for him.

What did he hear?The cry of a child is heartbreaking, as if abandoned by the whole world, remorseful and chagrined, the desperate low cry of wanting to curl up in the arms of its mother.He heard the voice crying hopelessly in front of him with a smile, a strong, doting voice, crying for his abandonment, crying for his regrets, crying for the world he could never go back to, that voice was in Shouting lowly, afraid of being heard

"Mom, I'm going home"

"I want to go home……"

The crying lasted for a long, long time...

He never knew that Severus would cry in such despair, and he didn't know what happened to make this optimistic child give up on himself like this.He has always believed that he has given Severus the best arrangement, the Galleon in Gringotts can completely allow Severus to live a luxurious life like a nobleman, why, is this so?Reminiscent of the scene in the Pensieve that made him want Avada to get rid of everyone, he stood there blankly, listening to the child crying softly...

It shouldn't be like this. Although he has been thinking about getting Avada to kill Severus, he still can't do it. He can only let his subordinates act and leave. In this way, no matter what, Severus will not know his identity. In the eyes of others, Severus would not be his weakness and shame and could live in peace.

Obviously Severus should be alive and studying at Hogwarts, obviously Severus should join the Death Eaters in the seventh year, obviously Severus should forget about that incompetent Viddy and stand in front of him, see him for real

It shouldn't be like this...

Viddy covered his eyes with his hands at this moment.