[HP]Aluet

Heavy suffocation.

The biting chill crazily drilled into my skin, and my heart seemed to be about to freeze as well.

I saw myself falling through a gate in the void, the gate slowly closing above me, I lost the light, suspended in a dark universe, the only thing that could soothe me was the flash of fine sand in the distance The silver-white galaxy is not bright enough for me, but the galaxy really flows like water, sacred and magnificent, I even ignore the pain of not being able to breathe, my internal organs including every nerve As if it were frosting, I watched raptly, and with reverence I felt I was relieved.I will wash away all filth and become a grain of life in the flow.

I closed my eyes peacefully, and there was no pain anywhere in my body, but I could get used to these, they had already started to become numb, and I was almost unable to feel them.Slowly I'm falling... falling... I'm about to sink into nothingness.

But after a long time, another force dragged me up.

The temporarily lost perception flooded back into my body from all directions, and the pain revived and increased exponentially. The bones in my whole body seemed to be falling apart, and my body was in severe pain like being eaten by insects. With a numb itching, the blood began to flow slowly and hotly, as if the skin and flesh all over the body were growing again.

There was a burst of tightness in my chest, and then a cold water flowed from my lungs into my nasal cavity. I frowned and coughed violently, and the water flowed out from my nose and mouth .

I tried to open my eyes, only to see hair and mud covering them.My brain was still numb, and the unbearable pain made my eyes black again, and I passed out.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on a sofa, rolled up by a big blanket, wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis.

I wanted to get up, but my whole body was sore and unbearable, I couldn't use the strength, and my hands and feet were still shivering uncontrollably.As soon as I turned over, I rolled from the sofa to the ground and fell hard.

On the other side of the bed, the man was soundly asleep, but was startled by the sound, and quickly got up from the bed.

"Hey, are you yelling when you wake up? Startle me." He walked over unhurriedly, took the blanket off my body and threw it aside, and helped me sit on the sofa by holding my arm.

He turned around and went to the bedside, picked up his glasses and put them on, lit a cigarette by the way, and stood in front of me with his hips crossed.He looked about my age, tall, with tousled black hair and bright hazel eyes.

"How is it? What's wrong?" He asked, sitting heavily in the chair next to him, exhaling a circle of smoke.

I shook my head, got up and planned to leave: "Thank you."

"Hello." He stopped me, "You are very hot, maybe you will faint outside again."

I felt a little tired, my head was still groggy, so I sat back again.

"And——" he looked at me, and suddenly chuckled, and I didn't understand why he took out a mirror and pointed it at me, "You are really—— a little ugly now."

"Oh, Merlin." In the mirror, my makeup was all over, my hair was messy, and there was a lot of mud and dirt on it.This was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life. I really wanted to dive into the ground, or just drown me.

"Why don't you take a shower first?" He rummaged through the boxes, and finally threw me a new towel and a clean old robe.

I caught a glimpse of the red scarf in his closet.

"Are you a Hogwarts student too?" I asked.

"Just graduated this year." He replied, "Why?"

"fine."

"Oh, wait a minute—" He searched through the bottles and jars on the table for a long time, and threw me a bottle of something unknown, "Try this."

"what is this?"

"Amazing shampoo." He raised his eyebrows and blinked. "Make sure your hair stays in place."

I went to take a hot shower, and when I got out, he was sitting at the table, working under the light.I walked up to him, and he was putting a black liquid into the crucible, carefully dripping three drops, and the original golden liquid turned transparent in an instant.

He adjusted his glasses and put the medicine into the same empty bottle that he gave me before, and he filled a total of eight bottles.

I put the bottle of shampoo on the table.He glanced at it and put it aside, reacted for a second, then picked it up again.

"How much did you use?"

"Isn't that obvious?" I looked at the remaining half bottle.

"You used half a bottle!" His eyes almost popped out, "Two drops of this stuff are enough."

"You didn't tell me..." I shrugged.

He rolled his eyes: "Do you have any money? Ten Galleons."

"Ten? Robbing money?" I almost passed out.

"Forget it, forget it, you don't look like a rich person, so let's count five." He waved his hand, "It's not easy to make this thing, just find someone to try it out and see if it works."

"You haven't used it at all, let me test it." I took out the soaked bag from my pocket, took out five Galleons and put it on his desk, and said, " You might as well just tell me you sell it before I use it."

"I don't. It's just that you use too much. I feel bad."

"If you sell it, you can probably earn a lot of money." I glanced around and saw that there were all kinds of potions on his table, "Do you often tinker with these things?"

"Yeah. Here's a bottle of refreshment." He handed me another bottle of potion.

"how much is this?"

"No need, I just said it casually, who knew that you really brought out the Galleons... Don't waste the Galleons that are delivered to your door."

My eyes were blackened with anger, but after all he saved me, I can't say anything.

"Thank you again, what's your name?" I asked.

"Potter." He paused. "You can call me Fremont, or Fremont Potter—whatever you like, it's just as weird anyway."

"Strange?" I felt a little inexplicable, "No."

He glanced at me and said nothing.

"Do you have any enemies?" He asked suddenly.

"no."

"You have been in a coma for a long time. It seems that someone has been drugged. I saw a woman by the stream before. I don't know if she threw it for you. Anyway, she doesn't look like a good person. Just stand I didn't mean to save you there." Fremont curled his lips, "Not short, with black hair and black clothes, he doesn't look easy to mess with."

"And then?" I frowned.

"Then I took my wand and chased her away. She didn't want to fight either, and it was gone as soon as she turned around."

Who is the one? ... Could it be Irina?

"I see. Thank you, Potter." I gathered up my things. "I'm almost fine, let's go first."

"Hey."

I just walked to the door when I heard the words and turned around.

"I think you look familiar, which college are you from?"

"Slytherin," I replied.

"Okay, so what's your name?"

I thought for a moment and sighed.

"You'll know in the future." I didn't dare to reveal my true identity, that's all I could say in the end.

Anyway, there should be no chance to see him again in the future.

I went back to the Riddle Mansion, only to find that Riddle wasn't there.Every candle lamp was extinguished. I walked from downstairs to upstairs, reaching out and lightly touching the lampshade along the way. There was no warmth on it, at least it hadn’t been lit for a whole day.

Looking at the time, I was in a coma at Potter's house for more than one day, and now it is the evening of the second day.

I opened the door and walked into my room, sat on the bed and stretched, the soreness all over my body made me want to fall asleep immediately.

Some time ago, I just said that I would travel around and make friends. If Riddle left by himself and left me here, then I can find time to go to Hogwarts and find out the whereabouts of Ravenclaw's diadem.Just because of his character, would he really be assured that I would stay here alone, and that I might inform or defect to Dumbledore at any time?I shook my head, thinking I had to wait.

I moved the lamp on the bedside table and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The shade is warm.I frowned tightly.

I rummaged through the things in the cabinet, it was very neat, nothing was missing, and I couldn't see any traces of rummaging.Besides, what I put here is useless-joke, how can I keep important things in a cabinet that doesn't fit well when I'm with Riddle.

Could it be that Riddle wanted to find the resurrection stone while I was away?I subconsciously touched the inner pocket of my clothes, and the stone was still there.

Anyway, since I didn't find what I wanted, there is a high probability that I will come back to look for it again.I carry all useful things close to my body, and the resurrection stone will never leave my body even when I sleep, so I don't worry about it at all.

I packed my things, yawned, and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, half asleep and half awake, I heard footsteps that seemed to be getting closer and closer, and then stopped beside my bed.I woke up from my stupor all at once. Riddle stood at the bedside table and fiddled with the robe I had put there—to be precise, Potter's robe.

"Riddle?! What are you doing?" I was taken aback and sat up suddenly.

"When did you come back?" He asked very calmly without even looking at me.

"...in the evening," I said, "maybe you can stop popping in while I'm sleeping."

"This is my place, why not?"

I froze for a moment: "I don't want to be here—"

"Where do you want to go?" His voice was frighteningly cold, and I couldn't tell if he was angry again, but I clearly felt that the temperature around him was dropping.

I was silent.

"Whose is this?"

I looked at the robe he was pointing at, and hesitated for a while: "Yesterday...oh no, the day before yesterday, I fainted by the stream and almost drowned...he saved me."

His eyes turned to me, and he frowned: "Almost drowned?"

I felt a bit of pain in my neck, he pinched my chin and turned my head to the side, pulling down the collar, as if checking an object.

"Hiss—" His nails scratched across my shoulder, and he pinched my hand and looked it over again. Only then did I find that I had many small wounds on my body, as if scratched by a stone, leaving a few scratches on my body. The fine red blood marks, I was in a hurry when I took a bath before, and I didn't feel any pain, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

In pain, I pulled my hand away from Riddle's.

"Where's the double-sided mirror I gave you earlier?" He asked in a low voice.

"In the closet."

He reached out to pull the cabinet door, and I rolled down before him and took out the two-way mirror from the cabinet.

"Why don't you bring it with you?"

"I..." I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I had to stuff the double-sided mirror into my coat pocket in front of him.

He turned his head, picked up Potter's robe with one hand, walked around to the foot of my bed, and raised his wand. The fire was burning in the fireplace, and the scalding heat was especially unbearable in the summer room.Riddle threw the robe into the fire without any hesitation, sparks splashed out instantly, and the cloth turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

"What are you crazy about?" The sparks almost splashed on me, I screamed and stepped back quickly.

"Shut up!" His voice suddenly became several times louder, and I was shocked by his sudden anger and shivered.

"Come with me to Kirkcudbright the day after tomorrow." He dropped the words coldly, waved his wand, and the fire was extinguished in an instant, and he strode out of the room.

I breathed a sigh of relief silently, and lay down on the bed, my eyes wide open.

……

The ordinary day passed quickly, I originally wanted to go to Hogwarts, but because Riddle got angry, I didn't dare to hit the gun, so I didn't go anywhere this day, I just strolled around .

When the second morning sun shone on my face through the window, I squinted my eyes and looked out. The light and temperature stimulated my over-tired eyes. I closed my eyes, rubbed them vigorously, and squeezed out some sour tears.

I walked out of the room dawdly, and Riddle was already sitting there waiting for me.Seeing me coming out, he glanced at me indifferently.He was neatly dressed, and he no longer looked out of control the night before.

He took my apparition to an empty space with no one there, muttering words, and after a while, four figures appeared, lying respectfully around Riddle.I recognized Irina and Avery, and a familiar face, and it took me a moment to recall that it was Knott, and the other one, I never remembered.

"Irina, Avery, Crabbe, Knott." Riddle said, "You are all my most trusted friends, please complete this journey with me this time. As for our first stop... . . . as we have agreed with you, to begin at the immediate vicinity and set out for Kirkcudbright."

"Then," he glanced at me who was still standing still, and raised his eyebrows, "do you still need me to invite you in person, Miss Ashley." He stretched out his hand towards me in a gentlemanly manner, but there was no smile on his face meaning.I don't think he's still letting go of the day before yesterday - although I have no idea why he's suddenly angry, it's probably because I'm out of his control.

Irina's eyes seemed to grow on my face, she stared at me like a vicious snake, watched me hand Riddle, and then we apparated out of here, she and The other three Death Eaters disappeared together.

We found temporary accommodation in Kirkcudbright to make sure we had enough time to explore the northern countryside.Their target is the werewolves there.Throughout Scotland, this is a large gathering place for werewolves.According to the budget, they will probably stay here for more than half a month, maybe a month, because werewolves are only active at night, and it will take a while to find the headquarters and their leader.Another point is that we need to avoid the night of the full moon on August [-]th. At that time, werewolves can be said to be almost irrational killing machines and extremely aggressive.

The moonlight shone in the quiet woods, and there were insects singing in the grass.

"Damn it, it's been a week, and I haven't found any trace of these things." Crabbe spat at the favorite place where the bugs called next to him.

"Don't worry, Crabbe. We have plenty of time, so I don't believe they can't come out of their nests." Avery said, "It's strange, I checked, and this is indeed where most of the Scottish werewolves gather."

"These disgusting—"

"Crabbe." Riddle interrupted his grumble.

Irina's face was very ugly, she didn't know if it was fear or something.As for Nott, just like when I first saw him on the train, he didn't say a word, his face was cold, and he just walked slowly behind.

"It's almost dawn again, Lord Dark Lord." Avery said, "For the sake of these werewolves, we have adjusted our work and rest time like this... I guess it will end here again today."

Riddle raised his hand, signaling to stop.

I peeked out, and the light from the tip of my wand illuminated the ground in front of me, where a dead rabbit lay bloodied.

"Maybe it's a snake, or maybe it's a bird?" Avery asked skeptically, winking at Crabbe.Crabbe stepped forward and knelt down to inspect the rabbit's wound.

"The wound is very large and deep, like a fang, which can exclude birds. And this rabbit..." He pinched his nose in disgust, and doubled the corpse with two fingers. "The legs are rotten. There are traces of extrusion, and the bone deformation is very serious. It should be the intention of chewing but it was interrupted or prevented."

"So, according to the habit, snakes are also ruled out, and they are probably werewolves." Crabbe shook his hands and stood up.

"Go on." Riddle nodded, stepping over the dead rabbit.

Time passed by, the sky gradually turned pale, and there were a few distant howls faintly from a distance, but it was hard to tell where it was coming from—or, in other words, coming from all directions.

"It's already very deep." Irina reminded in a low voice, "It may be dangerous."

As soon as I finished speaking, my ears moved, and there was a rustling sound from the grass next to me. Before I could react, a huge black shadow flew over, and the sharp claws knocked off the magic wand in my hand. Holding my arm, the huge body threw Crabbe and Nott beside me to the ground.

Crabbe cursed and struggled to get his wand out.

"Dizzy!" he yelled.

Nott got up in a little embarrassment, and patted the dust off his body.

I tried my best to separate the wolf claws and get up from the ground.The wolf shook its body and fell to the ground with limp legs, but quickly stood up again.

Riddle waved his wand, and thorny thorns came from the darkness, quickly wrapped around the wolf's body, and then the restraint tightened, and the thorns penetrated deeply into its flesh. It struggled in pain and let out low growls. .

"Master, what should we do now? This will attract more werewolves, and we may not be able to handle it." Irina looked a little anxious.

"It's okay." Riddle looked up at the gradually brightening sky, "It's dawn."

The imprisoned wolf began to change its shape astonishingly, began to shed its fur, shrunk, and finally turned into a human.It's just that he doesn't look like a normal person. His body hair is still lush, and his eyes are still full of primitive animalism, showing fangs at us.

"Let's go," Avery said.

We left the woods with the werewolf.

The werewolf was thrown into the basement. They wanted to ask him something, but as if they couldn't understand, they kept grinning and growling, showing full hostility.

Crabbe began to try to torture him with various spells, but he did not utter a word except to scream.

"He really doesn't seem to be able to speak." I couldn't help but speak.

Riddle glanced at me, and I immediately frowned, trying to look as indifferent as possible.

"Go and treat the injury yourself." He threw me a bottle of potion, "Let's do this first, Irina, you stay with me for a while, and everyone else goes back."

I took the potion and walked out of the basement with Nott, Avery, and Crabbe.

Avery and Crabbe went back to their rooms, but Nott deliberately slowed down and sat down in the hall.

I glanced at him for no apparent reason, but didn't care, and went into my room to apply the medicine.

When I finished taking the medicine and came out, I found Nott was still sitting there, staring thoughtfully at the direction of the basement.For some reason, I suddenly thought of Orion from him.Perhaps there are some similarities in temperament, or maybe there are two or three points of similarity in appearance...

I don't know how he is now.

I lowered my eyes and realized that I had been in a daze for a long time for no reason.

I saw a wound on Nott's face, probably just scratched on the hard sand by a werewolf.I thought about it, and finally put the potion in front of him.He's weird, never talks, and I don't intend to talk to him.However, it may also be because he has never spoken, and I don't know his temperament, which makes him have a higher degree of favorability in my heart than others-naturally, this is only in relative terms.

His blue eyes glanced at me lightly, and he didn't say thank you as expected.

I turned around and had just reached the door of the room when he suddenly spoke behind me—the first time I heard him speak.

"You're not a Death Eater."

Startled, I turned to look at him.I couldn't figure out how he knew it, and I still used this statement tone that was not guesswork.

"I'm a little curious." He finished drinking the water, stood up and walked towards me, but stopped a long way from me, "What are you doing?"

I became alert: "You don't need to know this."

The corner of his mouth twitched, maybe I could understand that he was smiling: "Generally speaking, those who can't be controlled, one is the lowly existence that is looked down upon, and the other is that after the value is squeezed out, the one that can Throw it away." He walked to me, "I don't know what kind you are." Afterwards, he ignored me, passed me into his room, and closed the door.

I stood there in a daze, the soles of my feet seemed to be nailed, and my lips were dry.I realize that I've never looked at it, or thought about it, even though I've been telling myself incessantly that it doesn't matter to me what Riddle thinks of me anymore.

I guess my face must be uglier than pork liver now.

Nott... what a nuisance.