[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

Theodore BE - Dementia

No one can save him, including her.

"Theodore Knott, sentenced to death for life."

That indifferent voice of judgment sealed his fate, and being in Azkaban for life was tantamount to death.

At that moment, Theodore was not surprised, because he already knew that he would have such a fate, but now that he had something he couldn't let go of, he inevitably felt regretful and unwilling.

"Theodore!" Anne frantically tried to grab his hand in the trial court. Her tears were not worth much here. "You can't take him away! He obviously helped us!"

"But he is a Death Eater, miss. I respect you as a hero in the War of Resistance. I forgive your rudeness on the trial bench, but you must be clear that he joined Voldemort's camp as early as 1995." Trial The officer said indifferently, "If we let him go because of you, it would be too unfair to those who died in battle."

"Let go." Theodore suppressed the tears in his eyes and the sourness in his nose, "Go!"

Even though he said so, his eyes were always fixed on Annie's face. He wanted to take this opportunity to deeply remember her best years and keep this beauty firmly in his heart.

After all, I will never see it again.

"You've always been like this, but this time I won't go." Annie said, "If it weren't for him! You can't deal with the Inferi at all!" She said to the judge.

"Miss Panik, you are making trouble for no reason. Everyone here has been victimized by Death Eaters. Ask those who have lost their families, are they willing to let a Death Eater go unpunished?"

Annie looked at the jury seat, and countless pairs of eyes stared at Theodore, with hatred in her eyes.

"Annie Panik... don't you think you are ridiculous? You have started to have sympathy for your enemies, you have always been so stupid." Theodore suddenly seemed to be a different person, and he began to slander her, But Annie knew that all this was just his play.

He wanted her to hate him, to loathe him.

Only in this way, when his soul returns to Jiuxiao, she will not cry sadly.

"I will definitely find a way...wait for me." Anne didn't pay attention to that, Theodore shook off her hand, and was taken down by the dementor. The cheeks flowed down to the chin.

"Wait for me!" she yelled.

Theodore didn't dare to make a sobbing sound, but just replied lightly, "Got it."

He thought he might not be able to wait anymore, since he set foot on that dark road, he never saw the light again.

Don't fight anymore, she shouldn't choose to burn herself and illuminate others, the price is too high, when she illuminates all the dark corners, she will find the one who is squatting in the corner , is a deformed monster.

Farewell, my star, my light.

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1998. 5, 9

Death Eater Theodore Nott was imprisoned and raped for life.

The prison in Azkaban was built of weathered gray rocks one by one. Because it was close to the sea, there was always a faint salty smell in the air, which was the smell of dead bodies.

Theodore was locked up with a group of Death Eaters who squatted on the ground hugging their knees, with greedy looks on their faces every time a newcomer joined them.

"You traitor!" One of the Death Eaters recognized him, "If it weren't for you... tampering with that potion!" He punched Theodore in the face, and the taste of rust in his mouth made him conscious until his mouth was broken.

The Death Eater's words aroused the resentment of others, and they stared at Theodore like hungry wolves in the jungle, "It's you... because of you..."

Fists fell like raindrops, his sight was blocked by swollen eyelids, and it seemed that there was still red overflowing, his eyeballs must be bleeding, red and blue, two mutually repelling colors appeared in his eyes.

Panting, he dragged his body, and picked up a piece of gravel on the ground, "I... am not... a Death Eater." He pressed the sharp stone on his arm, and slowly pushed it in, the flesh on the surface It was cut open by stones and turned up irregularly.

"Hiss..." He gasped in pain and clenched his back teeth tightly.

Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, and he bit his lip firmly with his upper teeth. At this moment, he didn't know whether the redness left on his chin was the blood from his mouth, or the blood from biting his lip.

He closed his eyes tightly, the pain almost made him unable to breathe, but until he scraped off the piece of flesh, he loosened his lips and started laughing, his eyes were as bright as a child's, and tears came out of his eyes Blood and reddish tears ran across his face.

He looked at his bloody arm, the dirty marks on it no longer existed.

The maroon liquid dripped onto the stone, and he continued to use the bloody stone to carve today's date on the wall.

He's afraid he won't be able to remember the days if he's been around for too long, and when the Death Eaters try to beat him up again, he fights back because he's no longer one of them.

For a long night, he leaned against the window and listened to the sound of the waves hitting the rocks, and looked at the uneven scars on his arms, until he was too tired to open his eyes anymore.

What he is most afraid of is the dementor. He is not afraid of death, but afraid of losing.

The dementors would not kill him immediately, but would slowly suck all his good and happy memories, making him lose the spiritual support in prison, and Theodore was afraid that he would forget that face.

They were partners in Potions class, they cheated in History of Magic by passing small notes to each other, he would give her mint chocolate on Valentine's Day, he would help her with tutoring in the dead of night, and he would help her when she explained Quixote. Standing by her side during Diqi games, sleeping hand in hand next to her sleeping bag, secretly brewing wolfbane potion in the cellar, embracing and dancing on a snowy Christmas night...

That war-flavored kiss was something he will never forget.

So many good memories, being eaten up bit by bit by dementors, the feeling of despair like falling into an ice cellar, even though he has been attacked countless times, he still remembers it fresh.

He didn't want to forget that face, didn't want to forget those blue-green eyes.

Don't want to... forget.

But gradually, he forgot all these memories, and those memories became the dessert of the dementors. He forgot the girl, his own name, and the origin of the scar on his arm.

He only remembered the dates on the wall, those dates stained with black blood, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength to engrave them on the wall.Horrible scratches and dates all over the walls.

He is like a piece of rotten wood, floating in the boundless sea.

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"You can't save him, just give up." Harry said, the girl in front of him was sitting in his office.

Three years have passed, and Annie has been running around for Theodore's affairs. She has repeatedly appealed for a retrial and was rejected by the Ministry of Magic to visit prisoners.

"If it really doesn't work, then I have to go to prison." Annie clenched her hands tightly. At this moment, a floating paper crane flew to her desk. When she opened it, her heart suddenly stopped.

"Theodore Knott, prisoner number 1376, dead."

He... dead... dead?

"Impossible, he promised to wait for me." Annie murmured to herself, but one thing had been finalized in black and white, he was dead.

She thought of the haggard and melancholy look on Theodore's face on the day of the trial. She really didn't think that this would be the last time.

She fainted, and Harry immediately sent her to St. Mungo's. The therapist said that she fainted due to excessive grief and the blow she received. The therapist also specifically asked her not to let her experience any stimulation in the short term. .

But Anne Panick's first words when she woke up were.

"I want to marry him," she said. "Even if he dies, he will never get rid of me." She held the paper tightly in her hand.

Neither she nor he waited for that day.

………………

This was a wedding with no guests. The venue was in the cemetery. The time was early in the morning. The light blue-gray sky slowly appeared golden light, and the sun was about to rise.

With the light of dawn shining on her face, Anne changed into a long white dress alone, as simple as this unadorned wedding.

No one knows where the groom is, and no one knows the purpose of the wedding.

"Where you die, I will be buried with you."

She finished all the oaths by herself, with a ring on her hand and a ring on the tombstone.Finally, she placed the bouquet of star flowers in her hand in front of his monument.

Theodore Knott, 1979-2001, he sleeps here forever.

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He didn't understand why someone brought him here and secretly watched this scene.

When he saw the white clothes, his heart began to ache inexplicably.

"Do you remember her?" Harry looked at Anne who was dressed in white in the distance. It was not like her wedding dress, but more like her mourning dress, and he asked the man in front of him.

He used to have eyes that were clearer than sea water, but now he has lost that clarity, his eyes are full of vicissitudes and dull.

"I don't remember, do I know her?" he asked, and Harry shook his head. "You don't need to know who she is."

Annie, this is the only thing I can do for you. I brought him here, but you can't meet each other, but you have witnessed this moment together.Harry thought to himself.

Today is the day of Theodore Nott's execution. However, three years have passed, and he has lost all his memories. Theodore Nott may have died long ago.

"We should go back." Harry said, Theodore walked in front, recalling the scene just now, the girl's face was so familiar... as if he had seen it somewhere.

He subconsciously touched his face, when did he cry?Why is he crying?

This burst of inexplicable heartache lasted until he was escorted to the execution ground. Here was a gravel beach not far from Azkaban. The waves gently lapped the gravel, and the sun had already risen.

Theodore walked on the gravel beach, his feet creaking and creaking, the salty sea breeze was blowing on his face, his skin had already been dried up by the sea breeze, and many freckles appeared.

He was never afraid of death, and if you've been in Azkaban long enough, death is the most merciful relief.

The hungry dementors rushed at him, he was used to this, but this time it was not his memory, but his soul.

He gave up, and just as the dementor's jagged mouth was about to devour him, he thought of the girl he saw today, her blue-green eyes were so beautiful.

what is her name

Anne... Anne Panik?Should be this.

It turned out that the moment before the soul would be devoured, all the memories would be played again. He thought of those things, thought of the present, and remembered the wedding he just saw.

There was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

She became his bride.

He waited until she became his bride, but he didn't wait until he held hands with her for the rest of his life.

His soul was swallowed up, leaving only a haggard body, which fell straight on a sharp stone, blood flowed from the back of his head, bypassed the small gravel and flowed into the sea .

The waves gently hit his body, as if they wanted to wash away his sins.

The waves wet his shirt and his hair.

The sun rises completely, and no one knows, a soul with a powerful love is destroyed.

They meet at midnight, they pass away at dawn.