happy life?strange

Madam Pomfrey was sitting on a chair in the hospital wing reading the letter. She was relatively free these few days, and there was a light misty rain outside, enveloping everything in the mist like blue smoke.Madam Pomfrey just received a letter and photo from Severus two days ago. In the photo, the former child has turned into a tall, thin and handsome boy, and he still smiles very leisurely as always, as if In early summer, the fine sunlight that falls on the ground through the green leaves like water.Although, after so many years, he still hasn't gotten rid of his morbid thinness. In the photo, he standing under the blue sea and blue sky seems to turn into transparent foam and disappear into the clear blue sea at any moment. Worrying, it doesn't have the vigorous body of ordinary teenagers, it seems to blend into the transparency of the blue background behind, which has an unreal and illusory feeling.

However, it can be seen that Severus has lived happily these years without any troubles or excessive thoughts. Although he never revealed where he was or what he was doing in the letter, his detailed description Little trifles are as fresh and naughty as the spring breeze in March.But every time Madam Pomfrey offered to give him potions to regulate his body, he refused. He always said that he was fine, and always said that someone was taking care of him and Madam Pomfrey didn't need to worry about it.However, Madam Pomfrey still has her own worries. Once completely destroyed and distorted into that body, no matter how much it is recuperated, no matter how powerful the potion is, it will never return to a healthy state. If If she doesn't take good care of her at ordinary times, then... she can't rest assured that she can't see the real situation of this child.

Looking at the letter from Severus, watching him vividly describe the scene of the sunset glowing like the melted paint on the seashore, the delicacy of the seafood on the seashore, the cleanness of the sea breeze with a hint of saltiness, and the words full of happy strokes. Madam Pomfrey, who read the letter, laughed out loud.Just at this moment a strong, strange owl flew quietly into the hospital wing with a terse letter.

Madam Pomfrey opened this simple mail without any badges, wax seals, or marks in doubt. It was written simply in green to black ink that was thick enough to melt:

"Madame Pomfrey

If you are free tomorrow morning, I would like to talk to you. I want to know about my brother Severus Snape.Because, I can't find him.

Vidi"

Viddy... Madam Pomfrey looked out the window at the wisps of rain playing happily in the wind.This name, perhaps deliberately ignored, has not appeared in her mind for a long, long time.At the beginning of the second grade, Severus went to school alone, and Viddy, whom he regarded as the most precious and pampered, did not come with him.Although he wanted to ask what was going on, Severus always smiled and simply said that Viddy had found his relatives, and then changed the subject.Madam Pomfrey couldn't bear to ask any more questions about the night-like loneliness that couldn't be hidden in the child's eyes.Afterwards, when Severus had an accident, no one outside the school cared. The little twitching comatose body that was lying on the white hospital bed looked more and more pitiful at that time, as if it had been abandoned by the whole world.

At that time, Viddy hadn't contacted Severus, never cared about him, never paid attention to him, never took care of him, when Severus was in the most pain, needed care and was most helpless.But now, this letter reminded Madam Pomfrey of the child who always stayed by Severus' side and excluded everyone else from the long memory, the child who only had his brother in his eyes.That... the angelic, delicate kid who had been preoccupied with Severus when he first saw Brother Snape at the End of the Spider.

The faint plea in that simple letter softened Madam Pomfrey's heart, after all, that was the younger brother that Severus loved wholeheartedly, that was, the pillar that once supported Severus to live a strong life.Madam Pomfrey wrote back promising to meet the next day.

The next day, when Madam Pomfrey pushed open the door of the box in the coffee shop, she saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with black hair and black eyes sitting on a chair looking at a crystal clear like water drops in a daze.Hearing the sound of the door opening, the boy looked over with his pure black and deep eyes.

"Madame Pomfrey" the young man's voice was low and soft, as clear as glasses colliding with each other, "I am Viddy"

She always thought that Viddy was still the blind and voiceless child back then, facing this healthy and strange boy, Madam Pomfrey took a few steps back.

"Viddie, you?"

"Madame Pomfrey, do you want to ask how I can see and talk now, right? My parents took me back to France, took me to a doctor, and have been doing treatment since then. Three months ago I I just returned to England, my parents have always refused to allow me to contact Severus, I have been fighting and fighting, and they finally agreed." The boy's voice was a little sad, "But, after I came back, I couldn't find him."

Seeing the boy's drooping thin white neck, and the black silky hair softly covering his expression, the kind Madam Pomfrey felt guilty for misunderstanding the boy.

"Madam Pomfrey, do you know where Severus is now? I can't find him no matter how hard I look."

"Viddy, I don't know where he went. Although he has been writing to me, he never told me where he is." Madam Pomfrey shook her head.

"Letter? Did he write you a letter?" Viddy looked up, his voice suddenly raised. "Can I read it?"

The boy's eyes were red, his head lowered again helplessly, and his white hands gently caressed the small crystal, "I found this in Spider's End Alley. It is full of the voices he recorded for me. I can listen to it." I heard his voice, but I can’t find his person, I can’t find him.”

The young man looked at Madam Pomfrey with a pleading face, his eyes were full of burning desire, the most greedy and hungry desire for something most precious lost, "Madam Pomfrey, can you tell me what he looks like?" Can you tell me about him at Hogwarts? You know, I never saw what he looked like. I... never saw what he looked like with my eyes"

Madam Pomfrey took out a thick letter, and a stack of photos from the Muggle world, in which the black-haired child grew up slowly over time.The first thing Viddy noticed was not Severus's appearance, not his features, but the thinness, the same sickly thinness in all the photos, the man in all the photos, not once was the man standing healthy and vigorous, always It's so lazily leaning and standing.His hand caressed the immovable photo, his fingers gently touched the face of the smiling teenager in the photo as if he was stroking his lover's face, and whispered "too thin..."

The wind blew through the muslin curtains, and the golden sunlight shone on the boy's face, coating the slender hairs on his face with gold. The boy's face no longer had the youthfulness and shyness before. He looked at the photo intently, There are complex and tangled emotions in the deep black eyes.

"Viddy, you can't know the process of many things just by describing them." Madam Pomfrey took out a clear crystal bottle, in which silvery white memories were entwined. "This is all the memories I can have about Severus that I have extracted. You, take it back and read it to understand a little bit."

A little hesitant, "I know it might be unfair, but I hope you don't act too much after reading it. After all, they are also considered a veteran noble family, and I believe Severus doesn't want you to have an accident."

"And" paused "I am also looking for him. The last accident caused serious damage to his body. Although there seems to be no problem, potion is not a panacea after all. His current body needs to be well recuperated and Take care." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, still a little sad, "But, he even refused me to offer him the potion."

"I see, thank you, Madam Pomfrey. I want to go back and take a good look, is that okay?" Vidy held the crystal bottle and stared sideways.

"Oh, of course, my child." Madam Pomfrey smiled, "Severus hid the current address very well. Originally, the Hufflepuff students wanted to check it out, but after thinking about it, since Severus didn't want to Let people know, and they won't want to make him unhappy. Don't forget to let me know if you can find it out."

"He... writes to Hufflepuff too?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded, "Yes, he has been in touch with several students. The owl seems to be related to France. If your parents are in France, it should be easy to find them."

Viddy smiled, an inevitable smile, "No matter where he is, I will definitely find him, Madam Pomfrey."

Entering the secret room alone, he put the tangled memories into the emerald meditation disc, and Voldemort, who had recovered his original appearance, took a deep breath and entered Madam Pomfrey's memory.

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Following Madam Pomfrey on a clean and bright summer morning, he saw the house in Spinner's End, not used for the decay and sorrow of that night, the clean house with the warmth of a rising sun , following the footsteps of memory, he saw the smiling black-haired boy who opened the door. It was not as tragic as in Abraxas's memory, nor as oppressive as Lucius's memory. When the little boy bowed his head and said nothing, he smiled as if he was satisfied with the whole world.At this time, Voldemort saw what he used to be, a little black-haired boy, always holding Severus' hand tightly, that child named Viddy, the strong desire for dominance in his eyes made Voldemort startled.

Following the footsteps of memory, Voldemort watched the black-haired boy slowly turn from a contented smile to melancholy; he saw that he was sad because he knew his brother would leave in the future; Backlashed by magic, the scars on his arm were deep and bone-deep, hideous and terrifying; he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes when he saw that child came to Hogwarts alone again, and saw him lying in a coma with his hands broken on the hospital bed. It looked like a dead white swan, with its arms drooping like that.

---Step by step, watching him leave with a smile, watching his faith being ruthlessly destroyed, powerless, completely powerless...

Once again, unavoidably, Voldmort saw the twitching and bloody body by the black lake again, the child who had been smiling faintly, the child who always held his hand in his memory turned into a mass of blood and flesh. Seeing his painful appearance, Voldmort rushed up and threw the healing spell, but unfortunately, this was only in memory, and the healing spell had no effect at all. Voldmotr could only watch helplessly, seeing the blood dripping all the way, seeing the body lying on the hospital bed, the sheets were all stained red with blood, seeing him unable to drink medicine due to coma, and after his mouth was brutally pried open, the potion Forcefully pour it down.Seeing that the child who has been in a coma is only twitching from time to time due to physiological reasons, in order to allow the bones to grow well, the hands and feet are tightly bound.Looking at the thinner body lying under the white sheet that had been looking lifeless since then, Voldmort stepped forward, wanting to touch, to make sure that the person was still alive.However, his hand passed through the phantom of memory, and he couldn't feel the warmth of that person at all.

---In my hands, I can't touch the warmth I want, and I can't even confirm it.

---I finally found out that what I want most in my heart is just this person.

---Even if the world is destroyed, even if you lose your power, all you need is this person.

Seeing that the child finally opened his eyes, he sat up and looked empty with the clothes on his body. Voldmort whispered "Too thin..."

---Too thin, after all, too thin...

Following Madam Pomfrey's memory, one step hurts her heart like a knife, which is unimaginable.

When he came out of the meditation disk, Voldmort, who was covered in cold sweat, grabbed the photo on the side and looked at the smiling teenager.

---He didn't lose him, and he didn't lose this feeling that he didn't even realize when he didn't know it.

---It's good that he's still alive.

---As long as you are alive, there is still hope.