[HP]Aluet

"release."

"No." I rejected him decisively, and even hugged him even tighter.

After a long time, I finally heard Riddle's deep and forbearing voice: "What do you want?"

"Take me away." I said softly.

Riddle hesitated for a while, and began to try to break my hand wrapped around his waist. I couldn't hold him back, and I could only let him pinch my hand and push me away from him, but I still died the other way around. He held his fingers tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The apparition sounded, and when I got my feet back, I found myself in the Riddle Mansion.I thought about it, and decided to let go of his hand.

"You've been here all this time, haven't you?" I walked into his open room and looked around a little.

Riddle didn't respond, probably acquiescing to my words.

I saw the wooden bird on the table.

"You still have it?" I turned to Riddle with interest, "Why?"

He still remained silent, then turned around and wanted to leave, but I reached out and stopped him in front of him.

"I'm asking you, Riddle."

"I don't know." He replied quickly like a conditioned reflex, and it took me a few seconds to realize that he had spoken, because his voice was so small that I wasn't sure I heard the content clearly.

"Okay." I looked away from his eyes, sighed, and sat on the bed, staring at the bird that looked a little dazed, "You will know." I continued, "I remember you I said you don’t like birthdays, so this is the only birthday present I’ll give you, but I don’t know if you still have this idea.”

"Shouldn't you be so repulsive?" I said, "After all, you are very close to your goal now, and your life will be long, and you still have a lot of time."

"We." He corrected slightly bluntly.

I glanced at him in surprise, looked back and smiled, and easily fell back on the bed, staring at the empty ceiling, I suddenly began to lose consciousness, my thoughts flew elsewhere, and I didn't even realize that I was thinking about something other things.

For example, I want to give him a present.

There are only a few days left until the last day of December, it seems too hasty, I think I still need some time to prepare something, I should save this gift until next year.

I closed my eyes and tried to empty my mind—I hadn’t done this for a long time, and it was still a bit difficult for my nerves, which were used to being tense all the time, but I seemed to feel that the light in the room dimmed, and I opened my eyes. Opening his eyes, Riddle extinguished the candle lamp beside the bed, and I grabbed his finger before he wanted to back away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I stared at him without speaking or moving.He seemed to be trying to pull his finger away, I tried harder, and when I felt that I was about to lose his grip, I couldn't help but said, "Can't you be the same as before?"

Riddle seemed to have stopped trying to break free, and then the atmosphere remained silent for a long time.

Disappointed, I took the initiative to let go of my hand, turned around and left him alone.

"Every time we have conflicts, you will have this attitude." I didn't feel sleepy at all, I opened my eyes wide awake, recalling the past in my mind, and suddenly I found that the relationship between us seemed to have been controlled by me. Dominant, but I never realized it, this feeling of awakening made me feel some weird emotions that I can't describe, I lowered my tone, "Then why is it now, Riddle?"

I waited for a long time but didn't get his response, so I closed my eyes: "Forget it."

I silently watched Riddle's movements, but I was getting sleepy and didn't get any feedback.When I felt that I was really about to fall asleep, a hand went from behind to in front of my body, covering my waist very lightly, and I woke up a little bit.

I sighed secretly in my heart, turned over and got a little closer to him, buried the whole body in his arms and fell asleep peacefully.

……

I don't know how much time has passed.

What caught my eye was a deep blue sea, I saw a deep cave, I walked along the cave, deep in the cave was a cave, and there was a big black lake in the cave.

There is a green boat there.

I seemed to vaguely see a small island with a basin full of liquid, two strange black figures appeared in front of me, and there were voices of talking around, and when I wanted to see clearly, the scene It began to distort and deform again, and slowly dissipated like mist. When the colored mist gradually confused my vision, I heard indistinct words with a crying voice——

"... Kreacher... is on fire... save me... master... Regulus... Mrs. Black..."

I seemed to be repelled from the dream by an invisible force. I opened my eyes, and the hysterical crying was still lingering in my ears.

But none of this has anything to do with me.

As time went on, I realized early on that I couldn't stop and change everything, and yet I still feel like I'm extra sensitive to the name "Blake" to this day.

I frowned, sat up in bed, shook my head, trying to get the incident out of my mind.It was getting brighter outside the window, and Riddle had already disappeared.

I left the Riddle Mansion, returned to my own residence, sat down at the desk, and then continued to write my unfinished letter, and every time I finished writing a sentence, I needed to think for a long, long time.

I don't know how long I'm going to spend on this, but it's about time.

I put the completed letter in an envelope, wrote Albus Dumbledore's name on it, put it in the drawer and locked it.

I plan to post it later.

I would often go to Riddle without mentioning a word related to that dream, and I behaved very indifferently.

On the surface, we do no longer have any conflicts, but our way of getting along can't go back to what it used to be, and we seem to have things in our hearts that we don't understand or ask each other.

I was less and less able to dream about what Riddle was doing.Obviously, he was very reluctant to let me spy on that.

The wind in March is even colder and biting than in January and February.

I tucked my neck into the scarf, and when I reached Godric's Hollow, I suddenly saw a familiar figure directly in front of me.

He probably also saw me, pushed his glasses, and walked towards me with a look of surprise.

"Alice?" Fremont Potter smiled, "I really didn't expect to see you here, we haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we?"

"Yes." I happily extended my hand to him, like an old friend I haven't seen for many years.

"Dad?" A tall boy ran over from not far away, grabbed Potter's hand that had just been extended, and dragged him to the other side as if he didn't see me at all.

Fremont Potter smiled at me awkwardly, and with a gesture of his other hand asked me to wait a moment.

"James, what are you doing?" I heard him ask unhappily.

I saw James Potter whisper something to him, and the expression on Fremont's face suddenly became wonderful.

They talked for a long time, I looked away, and the joy of reunion with my old friend just now disappeared with the wind. I didn't wait for him anymore, and left here according to my original route.

Because I didn't use Apparition, my ankle felt a little sore after a while. I turned into a cold alley, intending to transform and fly away. At this time, I heard a faint curse, which seemed to be mixed with faint sobbing. .

"...Damn it...Damn it..."

The shrill voice was very familiar to me, and as I walked in the direction of the voice, the sobbing sound became more and more clear.

"...Damn... Kreacher really..."

I saw an elf hiding in the deepest part of the alley, banging his head against the wall.

He noticed my approach and wanted to run away, I tried to stop him with a spell, Kreacher raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, Kreacher!" I quickly put down my wand, "Wait a minute, I have something to ask you."

His movement of snapping his fingers stopped, and he stared at me wide-eyed in horror, with wet tears still on his face.

"You are the elf of the Black family, aren't you?" I knelt down and asked softly.

Kreacher nodded, hesitated for a moment: "I've seen you."

"Have you met me?" I looked at him suspiciously, "When?"

"Kreacher saw at the window..."

I froze for a moment and changed the subject: "Can you tell me what happened?"

His tears suddenly started pouring down again, and he was so crying that he couldn't speak, and I didn't dare to touch him, so I could only wait for him to finish crying.

"No, Master Regulus forbids...forbids Kreacher to tell anyone...Kreacher cannot tell you what happened."

"Reculus," I paused, "Sirius' brother?"

Kreacher immediately showed a cowering but disgusted expression: "Kreacher doesn't like traitors, he doesn't want to hear that name, and neither does his master!"

"You can't say that about Sirius..."

Kreacher closed his eyes and covered his ears: "Only...Master...can order Kreacher...Kreacher's Master!" He whimpered, "Kreacher can't tell anyone about this! Anyone! ...But just a month has passed, Kreacher's mistress will definitely go mad with grief, Kreacher dare not go home..."

"What's the matter?"

I furrowed my eyebrows uneasily, but I obviously couldn't get any specific information from Kreacher.

"What just passed a month?" I asked again.

"Kreacher's master has left—" this time he opened his mouth, but the tears still didn't stop for a moment, his hands were clenched into fists, and he kept rubbing his eyes.

"Who? Regulus?" My heart started pounding.

He shook his head desperately and cried harder.

"What are you talking about, Kreacher? Who left?"

"Kreacher's master left in February..." he mumbled, "Kreacher's master... Orion..."

I stared blankly at Kreacher, who was sobbing. I felt my heart suddenly stopped from beating violently. I opened my mouth, but couldn't say a word.

I stood up, my eyes suddenly turned dark, I supported the wall and took a few breaths to feel better.

"Thank you, Kreacher."

I saw Kreacher disappear in the same place, I stopped at the entrance of the alley for a long time, hesitated, and finally went straight home.

Until it got dark, I still didn't feel sleepy at all.I looked up, and the bright moonlight outside the window was shining on the dead branches on the windowsill. After a few minutes, I took it out of the bottle.

I flew in the direction of Grimmauld Square, stopped at the cemetery of the Black family, and stopped in front of the white marble.

By the light of the moon at night, I saw the name of Orion Black.

It's only accessible through the statue, and Muggles can't see the place, but I used the Disillusionment Charm anyway, which made me feel a bit more secure.

I watched the line of words silently, and the time passed by in silence.

I let out a long breath.

"I don't know if you still remember me, a strange person who inexplicably appeared in your life." My voice was soothing and calm, "I hope you remember, but not so hopeful."

"I know you must be curious about those memories you lost but did have, and I guess you might have wanted to seek them out, but you gave up. I'm glad you gave up and made peace with the unreachable , choose a life path that is more normal to you. But I cannot say that this is the path you should take, because it was a mistake made by me.

I don't know if you really accepted all this until today.I actually don't know much about who you were and who you were. "

"I don't have time to speculate on others. I spend my whole life interpreting and reflecting on myself."

"Whenever I sit by the window alone in the dead of night, I will turn over the pages of memory in my mind over and over again, revisiting the old path from my childhood to adulthood, to dig out a self from crawling to real upright walking. .

Every step I took was in the mud which was neither deep nor shallow. It was difficult to see the road under my feet in the pouring rain. I slipped and fell again and again and then got up again, and I would eventually deviate from the original track.Then I found that everything was not in my original expectation, and what I got could never make up for the lost vacancies. After they collapsed and poured into the torrent like mudstone, I finally saw myself—this is probably human The most difficult thing to do in my life, at least for me. "

I looked at the name on the stele, as if I was telling a confidant everything about me.I felt like I was reading a letter, a letter without ink or ink.

"I always thought that I saved you, but then the guilt eroded every inch of my nerves under the accumulation of the sun and the moon, and I finally had to admit that I am sorry for you, Orion.

If you can regain your complete memory, you will probably find my actions unreasonable.

I can't face the development of all things with a normal state of mind, I probably really don't know how to face you, and in the end I can only stand here, say some empty words, vent my emotions, and reflect on my selfishness .

Your life should be decided by a complete you.No matter what the final outcome is, I guess you will always say that it is your choice, you expected the ending, and you are willing to do so. "

"Sorry, Orion. I'm really sorry."

"If you are still safe in another world, I hope your soul is as free as you seek."

The peaceful and quiet cool wind was blowing, and I could not wait for a response to my message. I buried the rose that had already become a dead branch into the soil in front of me, and carefully covered the soil with my hands. These, I finally feel relieved, I can finally take a breath of fresh air, instead of struggling hard in the dull fog.

"If I do it all over again, I promise, I will answer you seriously."

I stood up and looked at the lonely stone tablet standing in front of me. My sore legs made my feet feel weak.

"After getting to know you seriously."