[HP]Aluet

"Do you know, Ashley, I've always been curious about what kind of thoughts people have before they die."

"Then you know now?"

"Of course. Thinking of the crimes he has committed in his life. If he is lucky enough, he has someone worth remembering, he may feel guilty—regret, maybe."—72

I saw flying snow all over the sky.

The cold snow water left a line of clear marks on the ground, and I followed it step by step into the dark room.

In the flickering candlelight, I saw her.

No!Nagini, come back!

I opened my eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, and walked to the window.

It's just getting brighter.

I put on my coat, my heart was still beating at an abnormal speed, I supported the window sill, after a while of dizziness, I suddenly felt something dripping on the back of my hand.

I lowered my head, and what caught my eyes was a dazzling bright red. I frowned tightly, raised my hand and touched the bottom of my nose, blood flowed from my fingers into my palm, and slid down my forearm.

damn it.

I hastily cleaned the blood from my face and hands, sat down, and looked carefully at the necklace in my hand.

When I went back, all I had was Nagini and her body.I was finally able to easily remove the necklace from her neck, but it was too late.

How could I ignore this kind of problem... I should have thought of her ability... I should have seen her abnormal behavior...

I didn't try to break the glass orb.I remembered that if the resurrection stone was on her body, it was probably protected in this glass ball, but I had no way to open it.

However, after spending half a year, I got the news that the Lin family had fled Europe.Before that, the Death Eaters stationed at the border didn't make any movement. I guess Lin got help from Dumbledore.

Now I can't escape in England... I want to solve the most threatening disaster in the prophecy first, stabilize the situation within a controllable range, and then it will not be too late to solve the resurrection stone.

I noticed the abnormality of the black magic mark.

"I said don't look for me if there is nothing important." I probably haven't completely recovered from the dream, and my temples are still swollen and painful, so I don't want to say a word.

"You have confirmed..."

"what?"

"Don't kill Lily..." Severus Snape began with a trembling voice.

"You're making a condition with me." The inexplicable irritability made me not want to talk to him any more, "You can go, Severus."

"No, I beg you."

I paused, feeling a little surprised.

"I remember you said that you and James Potter are rivals. Am I right, Severus? You should be happy." I continued fiddling with the glass ball and said flatly.

"I only hope that you can save Lily's life, master, and I have nothing to do with the rest..." He bowed down respectfully, "I will always be loyal to you, master, and I will also accept punishment for this."

I didn't respond to his words, I just stood up.I didn't pay much attention to what he said, I was thinking about what to do next.

I saw the wooden bird on the table, hesitated for a while, and hung the necklace around the bird's neck.

"No one can accept the death of a loved one before their eyes, master, I implore you—"

I turned my head, frowned and walked in front of him, staring fixedly at those black eyes until I saw the thick sadness and despair from the usual coldness.

"Love?" I felt my hand tremble slightly, but I twitched the corner of my mouth and heard a hint of disdain in my tone, "You'll know it's just your passing interest in her, Severus... ..."

"I can promise you," I said, "as long as she doesn't ruin my plans."

After he left, I lay down a little restlessly, thought for a moment, and turned on the switch under the wooden bird.

Ashley Field.

I muttered the name silently in my mind.

Every time I read it, my heart felt as if it was pulled hard by something, but I continued to do it curiously, to experience this weird feeling, until the pain in my entire chest was about to burst and I couldn’t breathe. I pushed the wooden bird down violently. With the sound of breaking, I hugged the quilt tightly and took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes, and began to assemble her appearance in my mind little by little, from the first time I met - pale golden curly hair, pale face, blue eyes, numbness and helplessness can be seen outside.A sad person falling silently with his mouth and nose covered by the mud, common and nothing special.

I don't like dealing with people like that.

It's too easy to conquer a person who won't resist. I don't have the energy to waste time on simple games.

I hope I won't see her again in the future, but fate always likes to send me time and time again what I choose to ignore.

There is a strange problem with her memory, she always forgets me.Perhaps it is because of ignorance that she has the courage to ask me to get back what I got from her again and again.And... After I had just taught a few lifeless things, I dared to come up to the gun alone at night.

I don't even bother to talk to her, I just want her to fuck off.I was in such a bad mood that I swore that if she said one word that displeased me, I would show her what it was like to choke on sea water—I thought to myself.

She smugly thought she could help me.

However, her voice is indeed very nice, this is a fact I have to admit.

She also seems to have some special abilities. I heard a very strange language from her mouth, which is a bit similar to the language I communicated with snakes, but it doesn't sound like it at all.

It's just that I hate every word of her from the bottom of my heart, and the way she looks at me, as if everything is beautiful in her eyes, including this filthy place and me.

As long as her memory doesn't have this stupid flaw, as long as she's willing to learn more about what I've done from her "friends," she'll know that I've never been a nice person.

I most despise people who trap themselves in illusions and cannot see reality clearly.However, in the dull life, it is very difficult to find joy.

Weak and incompetent lambs at the mercy of others will die painfully in fear and anger.She fits the first half of the sentence, but I don't see fear or anger in her.Of course, after all, she is a coward in her bones.

I don't know why I have this completely contradictory thought when I'm disgusted - I think I should get her a hand.

I don't believe that the flowers that grow in the mud will always be innocent.I want to see how long such a person can persist in the dirty mud flow before they rot and crumble.I look forward to the day when her clean eyes become cold and her white hands are stained with dirty blood.

But that day never came.

She was finally no longer as used to being silent in the midst of oppression as before, but she was not completely reduced to a numb lunatic like I imagined.

I didn't give her any restrictions, I let her choose, but she never got my way.

interesting……

I thought of the time when she was closest to death, I covered the wound on her neck, blood kept pouring out from between my fingers, her complexion was as pale as paper, like a corpse.

I forgot that I included her in my plan, but I actually changed my mind a long time ago.

She can't die.

My ambition should be symbiotic with her.

I changed my mind - just changed my mind as simple as that.I don't think I need any reason to explain my thoughts clearly.

She wants to stop me, she says I won't make it, I just have to let her see me get everything I want.

And soon, she could see it.

I was so debilitated by the splitting of my soul, and I didn't intend for her to wake up and see what I was like.I asked Abraxas to take her to the basement, tell her to kill her father-killer with her own hands, and then let her go.

Is that the first drop of blood that she really stained?I have no idea.

She is easy to soften her heart, all the time, I have figured it out a long time ago.As long as I show a little bit of kindness to her, or try to make her feel a little bit guilty about me, I believe she won't have the heart to refuse my request—let alone hurt me.

But I still miscalculated.

She made me miscalculate quite a few times-I don't understand that I know her character so well, but I can't figure out her train of thought again and again.

If I'd thought of her soul control ability earlier, maybe I could have avoided the mistake of putting Nagini in contact with her alone so that she could take a chance.

Since then, I have dreamed of that scene more than once, the night that made me panic for the first time, I didn't understand that the person who could smile at me the day before, I lost her the next day.

When I picked up her cold and stiff body, she looked very peaceful. I haven't seen such an expression on her face for a long time. Maybe I let her go too long—— I was thinking about this moment when unspeakable pain swept through my body.

Damn it... my heart was beating terribly fast, and my eyes went black for a while.

Maybe something went wrong.

I think I may have realized what went wrong, I shouldn't have included her in any of the plans, she was ruined in my hands, and this is not the result I wanted.

The white bird, alive and free, flashed through my mind.

I opened my eyes, stood up, picked up the fragments on the ground, and after a moment of hesitation, repaired it with the Repairing Charm.

I still... need her.I came up with this idea.

I need to finish what I have to do quickly and find a way to get the resurrection stone.

But the troubles are always emerging.My patience was gradually worn away after repeated setbacks.

"Today, there was a little accident." I stroked my wand and said slowly, "Potter escaped from me again. They are indeed a little too lucky." My eyes looked from everyone's face Sweeping up, and finally staying on Severus Snape intentionally, "But of course I won't doubt you, you are all my most loyal followers, aren't you?"

I stopped in front of him.I wanted to see a little bit of panic pierced on his face, he avoided my gaze and looked straight ahead obliquely.

I thought I'd have to do something, he's clearly the only one with the most treacherous motives here, but another voice suddenly rang out, freeing Severus.

"I told them."

I turned my head and looked at the expressionless face unexpectedly.

"Dorcas." There was a pause in my voice, and I approached her with great interest for an explanation. "Why?"

She closed her mouth, remained silent, and did not answer my question.

I recited the incantation silently, and watched her kneeling on the ground with cold eyes, her whole body trembling with severe pain.

After 1 minute, I took back the spell and waited for her answer.

"It's simple, Voldemort. I don't want you to win."

"Who allowed you to call me that?" I squeezed my wand tightly and cast Cruciatus a second time.

"No wonder... no wonder she would rather die..."

"What did you say?" I stared at Dorcas intently.

"Aisley's dead, aren't you?" she said softly. "You're wondering how I know. Because I wasn't on your side the whole time... She was going to end it all, and you never will." You won't know what she's up to, because she hasn't told you anything, has she?"

"How dare you mention to me—" My limbs were as cold as ice, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly due to the sudden anger, "Nagini."

Nagini bared her sharp fangs at Dorcas, and I saw her eyes close, but before Nagini could strike, I raised my wand and took her life myself.

"If I hear that name from anyone's mouth again," I glanced around in a hurry, suddenly inexplicably thankful that no one dared to breathe out, this silent environment made me calm down quickly, "Don't you Will wonder what the consequences will be."

Ashley, Ashley.I say the name over and over in my mind, but I won't say it, and I don't want to hear it from anyone.

With Peter's help, I finally know where Potter lives.

"Go away." After James Potter was killed by me, I looked away from the red-haired woman and fell on the boy in her arms.

"Go away, I won't repeat it a third time." I raised my wand impatiently.

I have no time to worry about anything, my task is almost completed, so close in sight, so I cast a spell, I killed Lily Potter, but the moment my spell touched the boy, I was suddenly dazzled The golden light filled the eyeballs, and a strange force repelled my spell, and I couldn't react to all this happening.

My weak soul can only survive by attaching to animals. I haven't figured out the mysterious power yet. It's hard to find things in this world that I can't figure out.And all I could think about during these years of suffering, in the exhaustion and pain, was that I still needed her.

I felt something tickle down my cheek, and the cold and wet touch stimulated me to wake up.

It suddenly occurred to my slow-moving brain that it was all over.

It suddenly occurred to me that I always thought I knew her, but I never really felt her emotions.

Maybe if I observe carefully at that time, I will find that she has told me from her eyes that she wants to be free, not to live for others, and to decide for herself.

I wouldn't have done that then—turned her into one of my Horcruxes, and I wouldn't have given Ranbusi access to her.I should have realized this sooner.

I remembered that she didn't want to live, nor did she intend to die, she just didn't want to live with me.

I remembered it all, I remembered every bloody footprint from the beginning to the end of my short life, and she walked behind me, trying to wipe the blood away.

But she found that I didn't look back, or even stay, she was doing useless work.

So she left me.

I also remembered that it has been 18 years since she left.

I resurrected myself, but I couldn't bring her back, and in the end, I didn't do everything I'd ever wanted.

The Elder Wand broke free from my grasp and spun out.

I fell into the hands of Harry Potter for the second time.

At that moment, I realized that I had fallen into a sophisticated trap, and the person who designed this trap could be Dumbledore, it could be Severus, it could be...

I opened my eyes, my sky was gray with dawn, I saw the embers floating up from me, I saw my falling body and broken soul, I saw the flying piece of purity white feathers.In a trance, I suddenly felt that it seemed to be changing - it was very similar to the white fledgling bird with fluttering wings in my deep memory. It seemed that it was not very good at flying, and it was crumbling with the wind.

I thought I needed to catch it, so I reached out to it with both hands.