[HP]Aluet

"I won't go with them. I won't leave you." I hugged him with trembling arms, showing my sincerity to him.Of course I won't abandon him for the inexplicable stranger, but I'm very afraid of what they will do to him, I even want to hold him like this all the time, maybe he can stay here and never leave.

He frowned suddenly, and his hand took my arm, pushing me away from him.

"I don't need you to say this." His expression was indifferent.

I froze.

At this time, he lowered his head, raised his arms slightly, and maintained this position for a few seconds, as if he was feeling something.His face was more solemn than before. For the first time, I saw a flicker of terrifying hostility in his eyes, but soon, that feeling disappeared again. I even suspected that it was just my hallucination.

"I have business to attend to, Ashley. You stay here until I come back."

"Where are you going?" I asked worriedly, "Are you in danger?"

"No." He placed a light kiss on my forehead, and this kiss didn't contain any emotion, it was more like a natural habit—or comfort, "just to check... who put Our whereabouts were exposed to others."

I waited for him to come back in the room, and every minute and every second felt like suffering.

I sat by the window and stared at a fixed point in a daze.

The bird-shaped wooden music box slowly rotated without stopping.

The room was clean and tidy, but it was unbearably monotonous and dull. Every moment I stayed here, it seemed that a thick fog was pressing on my chest, making it impossible to breathe.

It's no wonder that he doesn't seem to be happy every day, not to mention his busy affairs, and he can't relax in this environment when he comes back.

I think it might need some color and decoration here.

I opened the window, and there was only a meadow outside the window.

I sat back down again, and boredly followed the feather on his quill.I saw a little box on the table, and I opened it, and inside was a ring with a beautiful black stone set in it.I stroked the surface of the gem lightly with my fingers, and it turned out to have a very wonderful luster. It was obviously pure black, but it looked very transparent.I blinked, and suddenly saw a looming, familiar weird symbol in it—the one I saw in his diary, and now it reappeared on this ring.

I didn't pay much attention to these.I put it back nicely.

"Perhaps we could find something to decorate the room, Tom," I conferred with him when he came back. "It's so dull in here. There must be something to liven it up, shouldn't it?"

He thought for a while.

"it is good."

"Let's get some flowers, Tom," I said.

He froze for a moment, then frowned.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Tomorrow." He didn't say any more, just turned off the light, wrapped his arms around my waist, and led me down on the bed.My heart was beating nervously, and his breath was on my neck, but he didn't do anything, he closed his eyes quietly, as if he was about to fall asleep soon.

The next day, I didn't wait for him to bring it up all day, he was looking at something, looking for something, and didn't even stay in my room for too long.

I dare not disturb him.

It was getting dark, I turned off the light, got into the quilt, closed my eyes and planned to sleep.

Something touched the tip of my nose.

I opened my eyes, the candle lamp beside the bed was lit again, and Riddle was standing beside my bed.

"It's still early."

I sat up and rubbed my sore eyes.

I saw his hand protruding from behind, there was nothing there at first, but when he came to me, I saw that he was holding a bouquet of pink roses that bloomed very beautifully in his hand, he looked at me with a surprised expression , raised her eyebrows, put the bouquet of flowers in a glass bottle, and placed it on the bedside cabinet.

"Wow." I fiddled with the petals, and my mood suddenly improved several times, my cheeks were a little warm, "You bought flowers? You didn't bring me with you."

He snorted lowly through his nose as an unclear response.

"Go to sleep." He said lightly.

Several days passed in a flash, and I was almost completely used to this kind of life.

When the Saturday morning sun shone in, I opened my eyes from sleep, rolled over, and found that he had left.I lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and tentatively opened the door.I walked out of the room, and the other rooms were empty, and he wasn't there.

I went downstairs, but when I got to the first floor, I suddenly heard a faint voice of conversation.It's easy to miss this sound if you don't listen carefully.

So, motivated by curiosity, I walked around the first floor and found that the two cabinets that were originally standing inside had moved their positions at some point, and a door I had never seen was exposed on the middle wall, and At the moment, the door is open.

I took a step and stepped in. Inside was a downward step. As I went down step by step, the voice became clearer and clearer.I finally stopped halfway because I heard Tom Riddle's icy voice.

"Dumbledore doesn't even let people like you go, it's really a good way..."

Standing on the steps, I could see a corner of the stone table and several figures in black robes under the dim light.

"Master, this kind of person who does theft is too common at the bottom of society. He was just caught by chance, and there may be many other people who have been used...I'm afraid I can't ask anything."

"It's just useless trash..."

There was a violent collision sound from below, probably someone was struggling, and there was a scream from his throat as if his mouth was covered.I turned around in horror, tried to control the sound of my footsteps, but ran up very fast, shut myself in the room, and was short of breath.

My eyes were wide open, my brain stiffly recalling every sound I had just heard.

How could the always gentle Tom Riddle do such a thing?

I can't imagine it.

My feet were erratic, and I had almost nowhere to put myself in this small room, so when he came back a few minutes later, I was standing by the window, leaning on the table, tense and dodging his gaze.

I wanted to be as natural as possible, and I kept praying in my heart that I could temporarily forget about that, but obviously my cover-up was too poor, and my pale and flustered face had already told him everything.

"I said don't run around when I'm not around." His voice was as cold as what I just heard, and I shivered violently, "Curiosity is not a good thing, Ashley."

In a trance, there seemed to be some different emotions flashing in his eyes, maybe I could understand it as a sudden and strange interest. In short, Tom Riddle at this time was very different from what I remembered.

He sat down on the chair, looked at me, remained silent, and tapped rhythmically on the table with his slender fingers.

"Come here." He raised his face towards me, motioning for me to go over, I could only obediently do so, and stopped in front of him, not daring to look directly into his eyes.

"Scared?" His voice softened a lot.

I hesitated and shook my head slowly: "No..."

I was indeed a little scared, but... I still didn't want to believe what I heard, there must be some other reason... I comforted myself.

He leaned back on the chair without any movement.

"Aisley." He called my name.

I stood restlessly.

"Be proactive." His voice was so soft that I couldn't hear it clearly, as if whispering in my ear, it was more like guiding, or maybe an order.

He made me feel so strange, so strange that it terrified me.

I stared blankly at his face, and finally lowered my eyelids under his undisguised gaze.

He seemed to want me to prove something in some way, so he had been quietly waiting for me to do something-it was obvious that his hints were almost entirely expressed in his body movements.

I bit my lip and sat down on his lap slowly, so his hand was on my waist. I trembled a bit, lowered my head, and carefully put a touch of water on his lips. kiss.But he was not satisfied with this, his hand squeezed my jaw, and then deepened the kiss.

Tears rolled in my eyes, he ignored me who kept dodging his eyes, his eyes were dim.

After a not-too-brief silence, he let me go.

"Lie, Ashley." His tone was flat.

"You will still forget these things." I sensed a fleeting disgust in his eyes, his gaze was like the cold winter wind stinging my bone marrow, but his hand was still caressing Looking at my face, "Tomorrow you will show a happy smile to meet me, won't you?"

"What, what?" My vocal cords trembled uncontrollably.He pushed me away from him, he stood up, and walked to the bouquet of roses on the bedside, he stretched out his hand, the blooming flowers began to turn black in an instant, and soon disappeared, the glass bottle The inside and the cabinet were all stained with those ashes.

I watched his actions in shock.I couldn't hold back my tears anymore, they fell drop by drop, perhaps more because of sadness.I stared blankly at them floating in the air, and the only bright color had completely disappeared at this moment.

I do not know what I did wrong.My heart is as dead ashes.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I stood there almost unconsciously with cold hands and feet, humbly begging for his forgiveness.

How I wish none of this had happened - how I wish I hadn't been curious to eavesdrop, maybe he wouldn't have been angry and treated me like this.

"It's all fake, Ashley. There's such a fierce war outside, how could anyone sell flowers?" He frowned, narrating these words flatly, dusting off the ashes on his hands little by little, "Disgusting spell."

He loathed those roses, and probably loathed me as much.

He came closer, wiped away my tears patiently, and offered me a false reassurance.

"You want to know, what happened there?" he asked softly.

I shook my head, but he wasn't looking at my face or asking for my opinion.He took my hand, and my eyes were dark. After a period of dizziness, he led me to step into the door again and down the steps.At this time, there was no one there, and the sound of his and my footsteps was very clear.

I mechanically followed him in, and I saw a man tied to a stool in a state of embarrassment, with his head down and apparently in a coma.

I stopped, not daring to take another step forward.

"Look..." He walked around behind me, my ears moved, and I caught the scales rubbing against the ground and the terrifying "hissing" sound, a thick python swam past my feet, I Don't even know where it came from.

My whole body was trembling unceasingly, and the tears of terror flowed non-stop, soaking my cheeks, even the hair on the side of my face became wet, my internal organs were twitching, my eyes were black, almost To pass out.

"Kill him, Nagini."

The syllables without the slightest temperature sounded in my ears, and the boa constrictor jumped out, biting off the man's neck almost instantly, and cut off the screams that had just woken up before they had time to utter—the voice was drowned in the throat In the sound of gurgling water, blood spurted all over the ground and splashed on my clothes.I turned my head quickly, almost screaming out of fear.

He pinched my chin with his hand and forcibly straightened my face. I still closed my eyes tightly, the bloody smell filled my nasal cavity, I resisted the urge to retch, tears flowed down my face to my neck, and Sweat mixed together.

"Tom..." I begged him to let me go.

"Don't call me Tom."

"Riddle...please..."

"And don't call me Riddle, that disgusting last name..." he said coldly, "I'm Voldemort, that's what you should be called."

"Open your eyes." He said indifferently.My eyelashes fluttered and I tentatively opened my eyes.His body blocked the bloody scene.

So, his gaze broke into my eyes so straightly, the scarlet color seemed to come from hell as cold and terrifying, bringing a chill deep into my bones.

With blood on his hand, he lightly scratched along my chin to my neck, so my body was also stained with that disgusting bloody smell.

He lowered his head and kissed my lips, not intending to leave any room for me to breathe.

I did not resist.

I can barely feel it all.I collapsed in his arms, like an empty shell without a soul.

"This kind of thing is too normal. I have to face this kind of thing every day, and then wash my hands and return to you, looking at your innocent look that doesn't know anything..." He whispered in my ear Whispering, even with a little sarcasm, "But, this is the real me, Ashley."

My body and mind are gradually becoming numb, my senses are starting to leave me, and it is taking away my waking consciousness.

"Your nature is still so cowardly, Ashley. Every day like this, I seem to be facing another person... You should have pushed me away long ago."