[HP]Aluet

The room where you can't reach your fingers is so quiet that even the sound of breathing can be heard.

With the moonlight through the curtains, I could only vaguely see the outline of Riddle - he didn't move, apparently unaware that there was someone else in the room.

I carefully took out my wand, held the tip of the wand in one hand, and cast the Luminescence Charm.The little bit of light that leaked from between my fingers was enough for me to search for things. I began to search inch by inch from his desk to the closet. It's just too difficult.My palms kept sweating, and I stopped to stare at the position of the bed from time to time, and pricked up my ears to see if he had any signs of waking up.

I rummaged through the wardrobe and the table, but found nothing.My eyes fell on the small cabinet next to the bed.

I withdrew the Fluorescent Charm and approached, groping carefully on the table with my hands, squinting my eyes and struggling to identify, my legs had already started to become weak from tension.

Suddenly my fingertips touched a small box.My heart constricted suddenly, and I opened the box. I recognized it was a ring just from its appearance. The first thing I touched was the cold and smooth black gemstone on it.

I point my wand at it.I have made a complete plan, if it is not a Horcrux, at worst, I will use the restoration spell to restore it - once it is a Horcrux, it will confirm my guess, as for the method of destruction, I will slowly explore it later.

After practicing for a long time, my ability is long enough to use the Shattering Curse silently.

However, the ring was lying in the box in good condition, without any reaction.

I opened my eyes wide and tried again, still no response.

I closed the box and put it back, my heart pounding.I turned around and planned to leave quickly, but the corner of my clothes suddenly seemed to be caught by something, and I couldn't move.

My brain buzzed, and the hairs all over my body stood on end, but my back was facing the bed, and I didn't dare to look back.

"Who gave you the guts, Ashley."

It’s over.

The moment I had this desperate thought, I reacted quickly and cast a cutting spell on my arm with my wand.

The tearing pain made me grit my teeth and resist the urge to speak.

Immediately afterwards, Riddle made a quick appearance, and I was completely exposed under his nose.

Reluctantly wanting to move forward, the hand that was pulling the corner of my clothes suddenly exerted force, and I fell hard onto the bed. Pressed on my wound.

Warm blood flowed down the forearm, and the severe pain spread through the whole body in an instant, and I struggled and cried out.

After he noticed the wet touch, he moved the hand away, and the candle light next to him was lit. He lowered his eyes to look at the blood on his hand, and then moved his gaze to my arm.

"I—" I explained in a trembling voice, "I scratched myself, so I wanted to see if you had any medicine—I didn't want to bother you."

"Really?" He glanced at me lightly.

The weight on his body disappeared, Riddle got up and looked around, his eyes stayed on the ring box for a while, but he didn't find anything unusual.So he dug out a bottle of medicine and bandages from the drawer.

I propped myself up from the bed, Riddle sat on the edge of the bed, I was stiff, his demeanor was still indifferent, but different from what I expected, he didn't get angry because of my trespassing in the middle of the night, Instead, it seemed calm and calm.

"Hand out."

I froze for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then carefully stretched out the injured arm.

He didn't increase the intensity on purpose, nor was he gentle. He just wiped off the blood around me naturally, and then applied medicine and bandaged me.

too weird.

Or, this strange feeling has been so long ago that it cannot be immediately revived from my memory, so that I want to get out of it immediately.

"Thank you." I withdrew my hand and moved my body to the foot of the bed.There was a strange look in his eyes that might have resembled sadness, but it disappeared so quickly that I didn't even have to think about whether I was wrong, but just ignored it-and after that, those eyes His dark eyes were filled with gloom and frost, he pushed me back, and I sank into the soft mattress.

He raised his hand, and the candle lamp on the bedside suddenly went out, and my eyes were covered with darkness again. I widened my eyes in horror, trying to distinguish his outline.

"Riddle?!"

"Shh." His voice didn't fluctuate, "Don't talk."

I felt the mattress sag around me and I struggled silently a few times until his arms wrapped around me and I couldn't move at all.

His hand slid down my clothes, my whole body was tense and twitched in agony, and then his fingertips landed on my waist and poked inside the skirt.

"Um..." I twisted around, but he stopped, just pulled the wand out of my pocket, and I watched as he put my wand on the other side across him.

I hold my breath.

too close.His arms are around me, and his chest is on my right side. I can even feel his even and warm breathing keenly. I can only shrug my shoulders and shrink my body, trying not to touch him.

However, I waited for a long time, and he maintained this position so quietly. I suspected that he was asleep, but I was still staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open.

I feel terrible.

"Riddle." I tried calling his name.In the quiet room, he didn't respond to me.

"Riddle, let me go." I forced out the words.

The air was still unbearably still.

"Riddle—" I wanted to say something more, but when I opened my mouth, my throat suddenly became silent.

"You're noisy." Riddle didn't move.

Only then did I confirm that I was not deaf, but was blocked by his spell.

"Riddle!" I yelled as hard as I could. "Tom Riddle!"

Finally I was exhausted and stared at the ceiling resignedly.

"I'll kill you sooner or later." My chest heaved and I said angrily.

That's fine, he can't hear anything.

I froze and was tightly held in his arms by him. I looked at the door under my feet, unable to express my pain.

I don't know how long it took, my eyelids began to tremble with fatigue, and my eyes became sore.I blinked my eyes vigorously, squeezed out two sour tears, and the sleepiness swept over me.

……

"Let go of me!" I glared fiercely at the person in front of me, who looked down at me, his eyes filled with disdainful sarcasm.

The monstrous hatred poured into every corner of my body like a tide, I broke free from the shackles, and rushed over like crazy, trying to use my ability to destroy this broken, sad and vicious soul.I wanted to grab him by the throat, my father's face flashed in my mind, those eyes of blood soaked terror - while he challenged me in the gloomy limbo, grinning, and behind him Together with those Death Eaters, waiting for my approach, tempting me to fall into it with him.

Something like an invisible rope stopped me.They are pulling my body, my hands are only an inch away from him, but I can't touch him with all my strength, he just stands there like that, as if looking at a humble ant, cold and pitiful.

I fell to my knees limp on the ground, my hands lost strength, I couldn't feel my abilities, they were all gone, I don't know where they went, a powerless emptiness swept over me, I seemed Back in the orphanage in the Muggle world when I was young, I was at the mercy of others and had no power to fight back.Pain and unwillingness are like a terrifying tsunami, raging and colliding in my internal organs, every blood vessel, and every inch of nerves. My tears burst out like a bank, and I longed to scream heart-piercingly. The dense dust haze blocked my throat, I coughed dryly, he squatted down slowly, and lifted my chin with his magic wand.

"You don't really think that those little tricks of yours can fool me, do you?" He said softly.

I glared at the face, blurred and close at hand.He sneered and stood up straight again.

"You will be reunited with your poor father, soon." Ranbusi stood beside him, laughing wildly at me, and the other Death Eaters hiding in the black mist followed suit. laughter.

Riddle raised the wand in his hand, and I stared directly at the cold green light until it completely replaced my vision, and I felt suffocated.

Thin cold sweat broke out from my forehead and back.I opened my eyes wide and took a deep breath.

The light coming through the curtains was already gray in the morning.I looked down, and Riddle's arm was still on my body, covering my chest, which was a little uncomfortable.

Having something on my chest is a nightmare, I've known it since I was a kid.Sure enough, my mother would not lie to me.

I looked sideways.Riddle's eyes were tightly closed, and his expression was as peaceful as a child's.

I caught my breath, looked away uncomfortably, and carefully lifted his arm, moving it off me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly his eyebrows furrowed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his fingers twitched.I tried to cover his hand with my hand, so after a while, his brows finally relaxed.

I wanted to get out of here, but I was afraid to wake him up.

I stuck my head out and looked behind him, my wand resting on the pillow.

I slipped past him and reached for my wand.

Riddle's body moved, I was startled, he put his arms around my waist, and I lay down again.

He buried his hair around my neck, took a deep breath, and stopped moving.After a long time, he let go of me and sat up.He glanced back at me, walked over and sat down at the desk, opened a book on the desk as if nothing had happened, then opened the diary, and wrote two strokes on a certain page of the book.

I knocked hard on the edge of the bed.

He finished writing the last letter without haste, put down the quill, got up and sat up, and looked at me who opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Riddle reached for my wand and said the undoing spell.

I snatched my wand from him, and he let me snatch it back without saying anything.

Frustrated, I jumped out of bed, took one last look at the books on his desk, and quickly opened the door and left the room.