[HP] The Tweed River flows

After that fight with my mother, I never saw her again.I hid in the room most of the time, brewing a plan to escape, and occasionally went to the garden to see if the magic barrier there was weaker than that in the house.But as soon as I walked out of the room, Barrow appeared behind me, following me without saying a word, as if watching a prisoner.

"Did they let you follow me?" I said flatly, without looking him in the eye.

"No," he murmured, "no one... except me..."

"You think you can impress me by doing this?" I sneered and said contemptuously, "You are just like them, all of whom I hate."

"You can't refuse me forever," a trace of pain and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

"Why not?"

"I'll wait."

"Then just wait," I said haughtily, turning my back to him indifferently.

Barrow loves me, a fact I dared to face many years later; but I don't love him, this is my conviction at the first sight of him.Humility and rage flowed in his blood at the same time, making him only go from one extreme to the other.There was something about Barrow that had always terrified me so that I never thought about love.What's worse in the world than having someone you fear fall in love with you?

"What are you thinking?"

Alger's voice came from behind, and I realized that Barrow had left.But I didn't turn around immediately because I didn't want to see him either.Among all the people, he is the one who disappoints me the most — my little uncle Alger, whom I trust, rely on and love the most since I was a child.In the past, as long as I heard his voice, I would feel solid and warm, but now, there are only bouts of cold and stinging sadness.

"Helena," he cleared his throat and called me again, his voice was not as intimate and eager as before, as if separated by an invisible veil.

"I know you're going to blame me," he said awkwardly, "but you know we're all doing it for your own good... You shouldn't be running out of the house and hiding in that Muggle boy's house... that's too dangerous, even if The same goes for witches."

I didn't speak, and he continued on his own. "I know you and Rowena are fighting again, you really shouldn't treat her like this... Your mother has a lot of grievances, but she would rather be misunderstood by you than make you sad—"

"Then is it right for her to treat me like this?" I said bluntly, "If you want to persuade me, you don't have to talk anymore, because your efforts will only be wasted."

"Helena," his voice became a little irritated, "why don't you understand—"

"Enough is enough—I already know it. It's all my fault for not understanding your painstaking efforts. Can you go away now?"

Alger didn't move, as if he had made up his mind, "Your mother won't let me show you this, but I think you must." His tone suddenly became stiff.

A trace of uneasiness spread in my heart.

"It's about the boy's memory."

I turned around and saw Alger use the tip of his stick to pull a strand of silver filament from his temple, and then put this memory into a stone basin in the center of the garden.

"See for yourself," he said curtly, before relinquishing his position.

The memory hovered in the stone basin, faster and faster, emitting a faint silver light, gradually forming a stable picture.The sound of soft music came from the bottom of the basin, as if some kind of ceremony was being held.Staring intently at the picture, I made out that it was the interior of a Muggle church and that a wedding was taking place.The bride and groom stood in front of the altar, listening to the priest read the oath—I stared at the groom’s back, my hands trembled, and I squeezed the edge of the stone basin tightly, my knuckles turned white—after the oath was finished, the two The people turned around and looked at each other with a happy smile. Amid the cheers, Paris leaned down and kissed the bride.

"No—" I screamed and pushed the stone basin along with the stone pillars, and I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

"Is this the Muggle kid you fell in love with, Helena?" Alger said sadly, bending over to support me, "I've been staring at him recently. Just three days ago, he just held a wedding -"

"You want to destroy me!"

"No, Helena," he said righteously, "we have always wanted to protect you. Rowena kept it from you because she was afraid that you would collapse if you knew the truth, but I think this will only make the distance between you two worse. deeper."

"I don't believe it! You made it up!"

"Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth!" Argel said excitedly, "That boy is a half-hearted playboy at all, and it's not worth you giving up the whole world for him!"

"I don't believe you!" I struggled to my feet, pulling away Alger's wand as he pulled me.

"Don't move—" I screamed, staggering two steps back, pointing my wand at him.

"Helena," he looked at me in shock, then at the wand in my hand, "you don't know what you're doing right now, calm down!"

"I know what I'm doing! I don't trust you anymore, I don't trust anyone anymore!" I yelled hysterically, as if a hole had opened in my heart, and tears fell crazily, "I want to get out of here! Forever—get out of here!"

I really left.I don't know how I broke through the barriers my mother put up, if it wasn't because I was completely out of control, it would mean that her body was very weak at that time.I apparated to the village downstream and found Paris and his new wife by the river.I questioned him, but he acted like he didn't know me.Heartbroken, and regardless of how many Muggle villagers were around, I raised my wand aloft and uttered the most vicious spell I knew.I will curse them, curse all, and take vengeance on all who have deceived me.Then I went back to the Ravenclaw mansion and lay in ambush outside, watching them panic and anxious to go out to find me, break in through the window when most people were not at home, and take away my portrait chain and A crown that does not belong to me.

I owe all my pain to her, and she deserves everything I have done.I apparated away with the diadem in her face, laughing as she passed out and fell to the floor.I just want to get revenge on her, hurt her, destroy her by destroying myself at any cost.

And the saddest thing is, I did.