[HP]Aluet

In the grayness and coldness, something wrapped me up, and I shrank back.

The warm current revived in my body, and I seemed to be born again. When I opened my eyes, there was a vast whiteness and tranquility. I subconsciously thought that I had died and came to another world, maybe the so-called "endless realm" at the end of hell. ——I prefer to call it an imaginary "heaven", maybe.

But after a short period of time, I realized that I hadn't gone anywhere. I was still in this terrible world, feeling the warm liquid reflowing in my blood vessels, and my thin skin was itching when it touched the soft bed. There was also a slight tingling that was not obvious, and a strange light fragrance filled my nasal cavity.

So I stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds, sighed, got used to and accepted the "surprises" that fate kept giving me.

I am still alive.

I raised my hand to touch my neck, and what I touched was not a wet cut, but a raised scar. As for the messy wounds on my body, they had disappeared.

The necklace still hangs nicely around my neck.

I turned up my collar to block the long scar, sat up slowly, and looked at the familiar things in front of me.

Riddle House.He came back here anyway.

I put on my shoes and pushed open the door of the room, but I saw an unexpected person at the door—Abraxas Malfoy.

I glanced behind him, only to see two backs, probably the Death Eaters who had just been sent away by him, I guessed one of them was Avery, and the other had a head of striking pale blond hair, but Some can't figure it out.

I put all my wild thoughts behind me, opened my mouth, and thought about my words. I wanted to change my address to "Dark Lord" as usual, but I quickly gave up on this idea, so I just asked calmly. Said: "What about others?"

"I don't know," Malfoy responded lightly. His expression was not as arrogant and domineering as usual, and his tone was not as tense as before. "Probably he is resting. We can't disturb him without permission."

I glanced at the other rooms and looked away after a while.

I just stood at the door like this, slowly sorting out the chaotic thoughts in my mind, recalling what happened before I fell into a coma. I was a little surprised at how long it took me to wake up, given how quickly the wound healed—perhaps I had been unconscious for too long.

"I..." I frowned, suppressed all the questions in my mind, and finally gave up the idea of ​​asking Malfoy. I shook my head in dizziness, "Then I'll wait here for him to come out."

Malfoy pouted, noncommittal.

"I don't think you have this chance for now." He put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps towards the stairs.

"Come on." He turned around.

"What are you going to do?" I had no choice but to follow him downstairs, "What did he explain?"

"Yes." Malfoy gave me a short yes.

"what?"

He didn't answer me, I followed him into the dark basement, he opened the innermost door, then stood aside and didn't move.

I slowed down, and the scene inside came into my eyes little by little through the door.

I approached slowly until the bloody body was completely presented in front of me.

Ranbusi was kneeling on the ground, the chains on his limbs digging into his flesh, and I turned my head to see his wand lying quietly aside.

I turned to look at Malfoy, who backed away without a word.

I turned back to Ranbusi, and his eyelids fluttered, opened and stared at me quietly.

He suddenly smiled strangely.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"He saved you." Ranbusi said lightly.

"I saved myself." My expression didn't change, I just looked straight into his eyes, "I knew he would come, otherwise I wouldn't have fallen into your trap on purpose."

In his blue eyes, the momentary stunned and annoyed quickly turned into a pool of calm stagnant water, still staring at me firmly.

My heart was confused for a moment, my eyes lost focus for a few seconds, but my tone of voice remained the same: "Whether it is to save me or not, he will come because he needs to get rid of a huge disaster, Ranbusi , He still has long-term ambitions, and he doesn't intend to give up." My voice became smaller and smaller, until finally I seemed to be talking to myself, "I should have figured out that Azkaban is just a cover."

I picked up the wand.

"People are always more willing to believe in hope than to follow their own heart." I said.

"what are you going to do?"

"End this."

He looked at me in astonishment.

"You can't kill us, Ashley." He smiled at me sarcastically, and I saw a little red light from the depths of his pupils, "No one can kill us, as long as there is evil in the world, we will always survive."

"No," I countered, "I know."

I thought for a while, put his wand back again, walked up to him, and slowly squatted down, keeping him at eye level.

"I'm not talking about you," I whispered, "I'm talking about Ranbusi."

He froze suddenly, as if I had said something that shocked him.

"It's you, Ranbusi," I said, "You forget that you are an individual."

I raised my arm and gently held his hand. I suddenly felt an unspeakable sadness. I thought of my father and mother who only remained in the depths of my memory. Now I still have the only relative in this world. , a relative with whom I have no kinship at all.

"They can't give you hope, Ranbusi. Killing me can't change anything. You should have realized this when you killed Qian Nan and Andrik. These can't fill the void in your heart, It will only become more and more difficult to fill like a black hole, because you don't know what you really want." I looked into his eyes calmly, and from the reflection, I saw my tears and his from the same time. Eye sockets slid down, "It's a pity, I wish this would never happen. Maybe we could have been like normal siblings, my brother."

Ranbusi listened to me quietly, his expression numb and stiff.

"Kill me." He said softly.

I lowered my head and remained silent without responding to him.

"Do you remember that song my mother used to sing to us when we were kids?" I asked.

He didn't give me any response anymore, so I hummed the familiar tune in a low voice to myself.

The faint white light emanated from my hands, and I felt them permeate into Ranbusi's body little by little, climbing up every blood vessel in him, but he was very relaxed, without repulsion or resistance.

His meridians are broken, and the self-healing ability given to him by being connected to hell can only heal the flesh and blood on the surface. He is no longer like a living person.

The white smoke attached to his floating soul, so his soul was gradually damaged, shattered, and dissipated in the erosion.

I withdrew my hand, my eyes were black, and I sat on the ground dizzy, resisting a strong urge to vomit in my stomach.

Ranbusi's eyes lost their luster and became hollow, leaving only a severely damaged body with his head hanging powerlessly.

I walked out of the room.

"You killed him?" Malfoy glanced inside.

I stared fixedly into the room, thinking silently.

"I hope to give his body a resting place."

"He said it was up to you to take care of the Ranbusi matter." Malfoy quickly picked up my words.

I looked at Malfoy, hesitated for a few seconds: "What else?"

"Then, you can leave."

I froze.

"No, I need to see him." I said firmly.

"That's beyond my ability, Field." He shook his head indifferently, "If he is willing to see you." He turned around and walked towards the stairs first, "However, I still suggest you leave."

I ignored Malfoy's advice.

I went upstairs and opened the doors of other rooms, but I couldn't find anyone.

I can only leave here, and suddenly I don't know what to do.

I flew into Hogwarts from the Astronomy Tower, shuttled over the crowd after class, and accurately found Minerva McGonagall who was walking out of the classroom that had just opened the door, and landed on the book cover in her arms.

"Oh!" She was taken aback by me, and looked at the sudden appearance of the white bird in surprise, and it took her a long time to react.So she led me quickly through the hallway, into her office, and closed the door carefully.

I changed back into a human form, and before I could stand on my feet, she rushed forward and gave me a big hug.

"Merlin's beard, Ashley, how long has it been since I saw you, where have you been? Don't tell me in advance." She quickly put the book she hadn't put down on the table, and then rubbed her hands to read to me.

I didn't answer her question: "Where's Sirius? I didn't see him in the corridor just now."

"Sirius? The kid has graduated," Minerva said.

I was stunned for two seconds, and then my brain began to slowly resume operation, and I began to laboriously count the days.

"Have you graduated yet..." I repeated softly.

"Don't worry, I know about that - Albus took over your job while you were away, Ashley, incredible isn't it? I thought he'd just give Sirius the key, but he still I did what I agreed with you to let Sirius know the truth after he graduates."

I pursed my lips in a complicated mood.

"Well," I nodded, not knowing what to say, so I turned to go out, but suddenly remembered something, and turned my head again, "Where is Dorcas? How is she?"

"Dorcas also graduated. She and Sirius are in the same class." Minerva replied, "She is indeed a very bright student I have ever met. She went to St. Mungo..."

"St. Mungo?" I was a little surprised. "She works at St. Mungo's now?"

"Yes. It's strange to say. When she wrote the career wish list, she didn't write it as a healer. I thought she would want to work for the Ministry of Magic, but she finally chose the career of a healer. Maybe she changed her mind. --why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing."

"Are you going to see Albus?" she asked.

"No." I hesitated, "I'm leaving, I need to solve some things..."

"what happened?"

"I don't know, I don't know how to put it." I sighed. "Nothing happened, Minerva. It's just, I feel, I feel—" I frowned and paused for a long time, but couldn't find it. I couldn't come up with any words to describe my mood at the moment, so I spread my hands and gave up trying, "I may not come back."

Minerva looked at me blankly, and it took a long time before she answered, "Why?"

I shook my head, feathers grew from my fingertips, and soon spread all over my body. I began to shrink and deform, and then flapped my wings and flew out of the window.

"Aisley!"

I speeded up a bit, and Minerva's voice was far behind me. When I finally dared to turn my head, there was only a small tower left in Hogwarts that caught my eye. tip.

"Thank you." I took a stack of previous issues of the Daily Prophet, roughly flipped through, and there were hundreds of them. The old lady did the calculations there for a long time, but she couldn't understand how many Knuts and Sickles were converted, so I simply She took out a gold Galleon from her pocket, which startled her, before I handed it out, she pressed my hand back.

She pushed her glasses: "You let me do the math, nine hundred nats... 940-45... one Sickle and 450 nats, oh no, forget it, just give me one Sickle."

Without further ado, I handed two Sickles to her in a hurry, and bought a new wand that was fairly handy, and then walked on the street while quickly flipping through the newspapers one by one until I opened the door and entered the room and sat on the bed. I was still scanning the words and photos on it.

When I turned to the last few pages, my movements suddenly stopped, and the big headline on the newspaper read "Important Meeting of the Scottish Giant Event on September 24".I counted back, and today is the [-]th.

I began to wonder how many days I had been unconscious since I escaped from Rambusi, and I wondered if September [-]th was within the time frame of my coma.I rubbed my tense eyebrows.

I don't understand why Riddle doesn't want to see me.

Ranbusi is dead. According to Riddle, the forces under Ranbusi's command have been cleaned up by him.

Riddle was free of other hindrances now—as I had always feared, I felt uneasy, a tight feeling in my chest and stomach, despite the fact that I had expected it.I'm not surprised, because I should know all too well what kind of person he is.

As I said, people are always more willing to believe in hope than to listen to their own heart.

He lied to me, he lied to everyone.

He made everyone think that Voldemort was trapped in Azkaban. At the moment when the Death Eaters lost their leadership core and began to scatter, he used the tracking curse on me to find out the bottom of Ranbusi, lured the snake out of the hole, and then calmly Close the net.And I—I, who ridiculously hoped to test him with a faint hope, was included in this important part of the plan, and now I was left out of another plan in the cold.

I don't trust him anymore.

I looked up, thinking with some despair, but I still had a very firm idea, I wanted to find him, and I was still not willing to waste my time like this.

So after I closed my tired eyes and fell asleep unconsciously, I actually dreamed of him. I had to think that maybe my desire to find him was too strong.

His face and figure were very indistinct, but I recognized him at a glance.I saw him sitting by the dim candle lamp, not knowing what he was doing.

I walked into him slowly, every step I took, the air seemed to be squeezed more and a little more depressed, I don't know how I can judge this, but his condition seems to be very bad, I stretched out my hand to touch I touched him, but my fingertips passed through the black mist and even disturbed them.

"Riddle?" I called out his name before his figure disappeared from my eyes with the mist. He turned his head slightly as if he had some sense, and at that moment, there was an inexplicable sadness It slammed into my heart, and every nerve in my body began to throb. This unbearable pain penetrated all the way to my fingertips. pulse.

I opened my eyes and sat up abruptly from the bed. I wiped the wet tears on my cheeks in surprise, and recalled the dream——that scene was all too familiar to me, and it was the Riddle House.

A dream is still a dream, no matter how close to reality it seems, it is still false after all.

I rubbed my temples to relieve the headache. The feeling in the dream has continued until now. I still have a tightness in my chest, and it is difficult to breathe. The scars on my neck are painful.I went to the mirror and folded the collar down.The scar is still dark red, and I put up the collar anxiously, trying to block it as much as possible.

I started to wonder if there was some spell I didn't know could remove the scar, since it looked so conspicuous and weird.

At this time, I suddenly saw a piece of paper protruding from the pocket of my chest. It must have been through the tugging and pulling of the clothes I was wearing just now to bring it out.

My movements stopped suddenly, and I took it out of my pocket.

It was a piece of letter paper folded into small squares. I opened it nervously, and what I saw was rows of very small black characters. In some places, the ink was stained due to the intentional reduction of the font. You need to guess to know. What is written.

[Dear Miss Field,

I asked Dumbledore, including some professors, and searched through the list of prefects in the past before I knew your name. In fact, I had already guessed that Alice was not your real name, and it was true.

I didn't think I'd see you again, not in the way I wanted.

I have no way of knowing what that man did to you. I'm afraid to touch that weird scar. I tried to heal it but it didn't seem to work. It's been like a dark red congealed wound. There's nothing I can do about it. .

I helped you heal the wounds caused by other black magic spells, but your situation doesn't seem to be optimistic. I don't know if you can still wake up.So in order to ensure safety, this letter will burn itself within seven days. If you can't see this, just treat it as a final farewell letter.

I still remember what you said to me, I thought about it for a while, and finally decided to join the Order of the Phoenix.I guess you wouldn't want me to be on the same side as those dark wizards, and I've heard some things about you from other members of the Order of the Phoenix.That person probably wanted me to be an undercover agent for the Order of the Phoenix. In fact, he did persuade me a little bit, but after thinking about it, I still didn't intend to do that.

In the end, you are really like my mother.I haven't seen her since I was nine years old, and she had enough of my father's torture, so she left.

It's really a coincidence that you said the same thing as her, doesn't it?

Sincerely, Dorcas]

I clutched the letter paper in a daze for a while.

The mild uneasiness at first eroded my internal organs more and more violently, and it took me a long time before I thought of burning the letter paper.

I carefully pressed down on the collar, and the scar appeared completely again. I used the wand to tentatively cut a small opening on it, but just as I did this, the left hand holding the wand suddenly felt a sharp pain, and I opened my eyes. My eyes widened, I stretched my hands far away, and watched several blood-red threads emerge from the surface of the skin, tightly entangled my entire arm, and soon my arm began to feel numb, unable to move, and this weird scene It lasted for more than ten minutes before those blood-red threads slowly disappeared.

I touched the fine sweat on my forehead tremblingly, and I suddenly thought of something terrible——from the long-lost memory that gradually became clear in my mind.