[HP]Aluet

I had a long, long dream.

Start with a big blue fire.

The flames eroded in from the outside of the house little by little, and I was sucked into the scorching heat wave, but fortunately, I was quickly picked up by someone, who jumped out of the window with me in his arms, away from the disaster here, Also away from the woman still lying on the ground.

My eyes watched her drowning in blue flames through the arms that held me.

I looked up, and what I saw was the same pale blond hair as mine, blue eyes, and tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.

I was put under the high railing, and he disappeared.I lay quietly and waited until it was getting dark. A woman with light-colored short hair came out and carried me into the house.

So, I grew up in this orphanage. My shy and taciturn personality made me unable to communicate with other people normally, and I was unable to deal with the relationship with other people healthily.

As I got older, I started getting reprimanded more and more, because I had a good temper and never complained to Mrs. Cole.

"Help us drink up this cup of pumpkin juice, Field, or Mrs. Cole will see us later and say we're a waste, forcing us to finish it..."

I hated the smell so much it made me want to vomit.

But I still did it.

I saw them corner a little girl in the backyard, whisper something, and spit on her.She likes to raise some wild flowers very much. She plants them in a simple little flower pot and holds them wherever she goes every day.

They trampled the flowerpot, including the flowers in it, to pieces.

Will saw me.

I lowered my head and tried to leave, but they left the little girl behind and turned their attention to me.

My hair was pulled by her, and I was dragged to the wall.Here it is far from the window, and no one will hear it.

"What do you see, Field?" Wright joined her in pulling my hair, as if amused.

"No."

She tossed a soiled caterpillar, presumably from the little girl's pot, through my collar.

My goosebumps popped up in an instant, and I wanted to shake them off, but because they were still staring at me, I didn't dare to move, I could only wait for it to crawl along my shoulders to my arms, and then crawl a little bit To the fingertips, I shook my fingers a little and dropped it, my body was still trembling with fear.

They laughed loudly, finally let go of their hands, and jumped away from me, my scalp still hurting.

"Don't sue, Field."

My world is limited to a small area in front of me and on the ground, and I dare not pay close attention to anything happening around me.

But my blind tolerance did not bring me any comfort.

Everything is in a vicious circle.

"Hey, Mrs. Cole is here!"

Billy helped me out.

He went and told Mrs. Cole, and I got their revenge even worse.

But I am still very grateful to him, he is the only one who is willing to help me, although since then, he can only stop when he sees, there is no other way.

……

Memories started to come back in my head, everything, including the first time Riddle and I actually met and he took my ring on the outing and took it from me every day thing.

I dare not resist.

I finally know how my stuff was lost during a time I can't recall.

The gaps in memory were filled little by little, and they began to gradually complete.

However, before the fire, there was still a blank space that had been cut off.

There may be something sealed in the ring that has never returned to my hand.

I opened my eyes and felt a pain in my temples.

The seal was completely disintegrated, including the part that Dumbledore had retained, and now it is all gone.

The overwhelming debris rushed in, I took a few deep breaths, and finally recovered, and those memories not long ago slowly returned to my mind.

I shook the iron chain around my wrist violently, which limited my magic and shape-shifting abilities.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

I turned to look at Riddle.

"I just wanted to run away when I woke up." He chuckled.

"I've been here all the time, why haven't I seen you for a long time." I satirized him mercilessly, "It's ridiculous, Tom Riddle, you want to trap me in this way, but you are the one who suffers first." No more day-to-day camouflage. That fake skin is not suitable for you at all, torturing me and torturing yourself, isn't it?"

He narrowed his eyes, lifted my chin with his fingers, and then strangled my neck.

"I have a hundred ways to deal with you, Ashley." His cold voice surrounded my ears, his hands slowly tightened, and the suffocation made me stare, "It's not that I didn't let you know However, what will happen if you fight against me."

"You dare not." I said.

He intensified the force, and the nails almost sank into my skin. The unbearable pain made me no doubt that several blood vessels had burst under the surface of the skin, and the pain kept stimulating my tear glands.The instinct to survive made me whimper and struggle.

"Let go..." I held back the fishy sweetness welling up in my throat, and squeezed out vague words from between my teeth.

So he really let go.

I coughed violently, my brain was swollen, and I didn't dare to move.

The complex emotions that came up made all the cells in my body jump.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Riddle?" My voice was hoarse and soft, and I remembered every word he said, every look, everything he did to me, "You said you hated the name Tom, It's too ordinary...you say you hate the surname Riddle because it represents the father you hate..."

I laughed, this smile may be more sad than crying.

"What about Voldemort? Do you like the name?" I looked at him.

He stood in front of me without saying a word, not even moving his body.

I adjust my emotions.

"But I still want to call you Riddle. It's impossible for you to hear something you like from me. It's impossible, Riddle. I'm used to it." I said calmly, "You should have killed me a long time ago." Me. That spell is already on your lips, isn't it? Why didn't you say it?"

"You can't do it." I looked straight into his eyes, I almost didn't think about whether my words would anger him, I think I was probably crazy, my heart was eager to let him prove it to me personally That thing I never expected, but when I went to hell, it suddenly woke me up, "You love me, so you can't let go. You dare not admit it, Riddle, you are weaker than me, so You're always running away from—"

"Cruciate." The incantation came out of his mouth almost word for word.

The unspeakable pain spread to the limbs from the inside out, and my internal organs seemed to be twisted together. I bit my lip tightly, but I didn't make a sound.

My cheeks were soaked with tears, and despair eroded my whole body along with the pain, but I actually felt a moment of relief.

After just a few seconds, the spell stopped.I was panting, and the bloody smell in my mouth made me feel a little nauseous, even dizzy.

Everything related to him was cut off in the past along with this mantra, as if I had fulfilled some kind of obsession, and I am very happy to do so.

"Thank you." I whispered. "You finally did what I always wanted you to do."

Without saying a word, he walked towards the door.

"I didn't lose, Tom Riddle, never." I looked at his back, "I have achieved my goal, and your life will be more painful than mine."

Riddle paused for a few seconds, then turned around, his face still expressionless, and I even suspected that he had lost the ability to express emotions through expressions.

"Give me the resurrection stone, and I will let you go." He said lightly.

I froze.

That stone has long been pressed in the storage box by me.But even if I carry it with me all the time, handing it over easily will easily arouse suspicion.

What's more, I don't believe he will let me go.

"At least, you should exchange my ring with me." I spit out a sentence.

The air was quiet for a long time, he stared at me, but didn't move at all.

"Then look forward to seeing you next time, Ashley."

He turned around and stepped out the door, raising his wand in his hand, and the chains on me snapped instantly.My legs gave way, and I fell to the ground. The sense of freedom from being unfettered made my brain muddy and difficult to function.

I saw my wand, which he had broken, resting on the table, and he didn't throw it away, nor put it away.

I picked it up.

The feeling of white feathers sprouting from my arms was almost foreign.

I felt and waited for my changes in a daze. I spread my light wings, circled around the room twice, and flew away from the window—embracing the fresh air, facing the distant blue sky.