HP's Wretched

What woke Flott up was not the feeling of floating on the river, but an inexplicable stench coming up from the river.After waking up, Flotte slowly opened her eyes. The desperate wailing of the prisoners in Azkaban was no longer in her ears, but the sound of gurgling water.At this time, there seemed to be a hint of fishy sweetness in her throat, but she still remembered that it was the smell of the poison.

"Where is this?" Flotte sat up and looked blankly at the surrounding scene. Except for the boatman in front of her eyes, everything was red, the crimson mountain, the blood-red river, and her. The rust-red boat that was sitting at this moment.

The black-clothed boatman in front of him hid his face deeply under his hood. Flotte could not see anything except that he was paddling steadily and rhythmically. He heard the cold voice from the face covered in shadow: "This is hell, I am your ferryman."

Hell... yeah, I'm already dead...

Flotte didn't ask any more questions. She committed suicide by drinking poison, and naturally accepted the fact that she died and appeared in hell.Flotte no longer focused on the taciturn ferryman, but lay on the side of the boat, curiously looking at the red-coated mountains in the distance, searching for all the scenery from hell.Flotte narrowed her eyes towards the red mountain and carefully observed why the mountain was so bright red. In fact, it was not that the mountain was red, but that the red flowers completely covered the mountain.

"It seems that I have ferryed another sensible man." The ferryman who had not spoken all this time stood at the stern and watched Flotte, and after a long silence, he said lightly, "No sorrow, no resentment, no regrets, I like this quietness passengers."

Flotte suddenly felt that it was quite interesting for a person who ferryed souls to speak, but she was inexplicably interested in chatting: "Why, your former boat passengers are crying and making noise?"

"Yes, I've seen a lot. Those who committed sins to satisfy their desires did not repent when they were alive, but they knew they regretted it when they died." The punter was talking, but the movement of paddling never stopped , "I think you are young, you should have been executed."

"He committed suicide by drinking poison." Flotte leaned over the side of the boat and looked towards the water. The water is miraculous, it's extremely muddy and bloody, but it can clearly reflect people's reflections.

"That deserves to go to hell." The ferryman's voice seemed even colder.

Heh, if you go to hell, you will go to hell. Anyway, she did more than this one wrong thing. She also signed a contract with the god of death. Suicide is just because she has no need to live...

After all, he was gone, and the matter was settled, so there was nothing to miss.

But having said that, in the few days when I left late, he might have already gone to heaven, but going to heaven is also very good, Flote actually doesn't want him to wait for her underground as agreed...

The river in Hell seems to have no end, a small boat on the river seems to be drifting aimlessly forward, Flotte silently looks at the slightly depressing scenery along the road, and unconsciously thinks of something : "Are you saying I'll meet acquaintances in hell?"

"Maybe not, this hell is also very big (from "Hell Girl")."

"Well, it's really big, but there are quite a lot of acquaintances who are going to hell like me." Flotte said with a smile looking at the endless river, "I made an appointment with someone before I was alive, and whoever leaves first will go. Waiting for another one below, I always thought I would go first, but I didn't expect him to be two days earlier than me, ferryman, do you think he will wait for me here?"

The ferryman didn't respond, but instead stared straight into the distance and grasped the direction of the boat, and was still shaking the paddle in his hand. Just when Flott thought he wouldn't answer her, the ferryman spoke: "I don't think so."

Flotte smiled again, and said, "I hope he won't, but he never seems to break his promise..."

The ferryman stopped talking, but concentrated on shaking the oars. Flotte didn't deliberately bring up any topics, but just focused on looking ahead, hoping that he would appear, but not wanting him to appear.

The river seemed to be endless, but as the ferryman swung his oars, he soon saw a small pier in front of him.

Flotte sat on her knees and looked towards the pier, hoping for something to appear, but hoping for nothing.

As the ship docked at the pier, Flott had a clear view of the scenery on the shore.It seems that there are really few people who came down today, and there is not even a ghost on the shore, but it is also clean...

Besides, he's not here anymore, which is fine...

The ferryman didn't care about the feelings of the passengers who disembarked. He just raised his hand and pointed in a direction and said, "Go forward, there is a bridge, and after crossing that bridge, you will be at the place of judgment. Which hell are you going to be punished for?" There will be a conclusion in a few years, so let’s go.”

Flotte looked in the direction of the ferryman's finger, but when she wanted to turn around to say thank you to the ferryman, she found that the man had gone tens of meters away in the boat, and disappeared in the river after a while .

In this way, Flote walked forward in that direction. The road along the way was somewhat muddy, and the high-heeled shoes on her feet would sink into them more or less, but Flote didn't care, because at this moment, she was thinking Rejoicing, but at the same time feeling lost...

But it's okay, he deserves to go to a better place...

Just as Flotte was about to rub the dirt on her silver high-heeled shoes, a man's voice came from the other side of the bridge.

"Flott, you really dress like a catwalk even in hell, but you don't have those little monsters from Hogwarts as your audience."

Hearing these words, Flott quickly raised her head to look at the source of the voice, and saw that Snape was leaning against the bridge railing with arms folded, with a rare upturned mouth on his pale face. It was the first time in Lotter's memory that his indifferent eyes were staring at her with a smile.

Flotte didn't stride towards him, but instead stood gracefully on the spot, smiling extraordinarily brightly: "As the saying goes, you die beautifully, not to mention if you look good without clothes, how can you have the face to see you... ..."

……

This hell is really as big as the ferryman said. There are [-] levels of punishment for the wicked, and the door that Flott and Snape are about to open is theirs. The century-old criminal law that is about to be faced: the ice hell layer.

When the sealed door was opened by the two demons, the bone-piercing cold air burst out all of a sudden. The cold air blown out was like knives, cutting people's faces with pain.Flott and Snape faced the icy and snowy land in front of them without any fear, on the contrary, they were very calm, but Flott's arm holding Snape was tight.

Walking up the endless glaciers and snow-capped mountains, the biting cold wind invaded the bodies of the two of them, and the heavy snow fluttering in the sky kept washing the only footprint left on the ground.

Although Flotte tightened the coat on her body, her expression did not show despair and bitterness because of this picture. Instead, she stuck to Snape's side with a smile and joked: "If I knew that I would be sentenced to On the ninth floor, I just wore mink fur and went to prison to drink poison, what a mistake."

"It's useless for you to wear ten layers of fur. Think about it, this punishment from hell will chill your heart." Although Snape sneered at Flott's whimsical idea, his body was still Honestly held Flotte into his arms, and hugged her like this to keep her warm.

Flott also hugged Snape back, buried her face in his arms, murmured a little while covering her voice: "Just now I heard those trial demons say that you can obviously go to heaven, why did you come down to find me. "

"In my impression, you and I seem to have made an agreement on this matter. What a pity, I think you forgot."

"I haven't forgotten, I just want to ask you, do you regret going to hell with me and staying in this barren place for 100 years?"

Snape snorted twice and didn't answer directly, but stroked Flott's head to force her to look up at him, and then asked, "Then let me ask you, you have been able to stay away from England and Hogger all these years." Watts, stay away from Death Eaters, stay away from wars, but you got involved and suffered so much because of your promise to me, do you regret it?"

Flott blinked brightly at Snape, smiled like a cat stealing, and said, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie."

Seeing this expression, Snape knew that Flott must have some bad ideas, so he purposely didn't let Flott lead him away, but leaned into Flott's ear and said with a sneer: "Anyway, we have plenty of time, Why don't you both talk and listen."

"Okay, then I said it, I don't regret staying and being involved in the war because of you, not at all! Do you think this is true or false?"

"False." Snape replied with great certainty.

"Yes, you are very self-aware. Do you know what the truth is?"

Snape turned his ear to Flott, and replied, "Would like to hear more about it."

Flott stood on tiptoe slightly and leaned closer to Snape's ear as Snape just said in a low voice: "If I didn't abduct you dead bat in the end, then I would definitely regret it extremely, but in fact, I did it!"

"I never said you were successful, don't add drama to yourself."

"Oh, really? Then it's too late for you to say that!" Flotte raised a smirk, "Because you can't run away even if you want to, and you will always have to endure endless troubles from me gone."

"Oh, Flotte, have you never had a concept of your title? Troubleshooter, troublemaker is that you have never been willing to stop for a moment to stop causing trouble. I have endured you all my life before I was alive. I think the next 100 There is no difficulty in years."

Snape raised his hand and pinned the wind-blown shattered hair around Flott's cheeks. Although his tone was full of disgust, it was somewhat pleasant to Flott's ears. Sadism, this is a real hammer, Flotte couldn't help thinking in his head.

But who cares, because after that, they can finally walk with each other forever, even in the icy and snowy hell, it doesn't matter...

……

99 year later...

"Yes two."

"Wang Bo! Haha, the plane! I'm done, and you two lost again." Flotte put down the playing cards carved out of ice in her hand happily, and then reached out to the things the two players were about to lose.

These two poker friends are actually old acquaintances of Flott, one is Bellatrix and the other is Barty Crouch Jr.

Bella threw the playing cards made of ice on the ice table in extreme displeasure, and then kicked the coals behind her to Flotte.

"Hey, pay attention to the brand. If you lose, you lose. Don't drop the cards. They are made of ice. If they are broken, you have to re-carve them." Flutter dissatisfiedly put the ice playing cards in her range for protection. .

Barty Crouch Jr. didn't look very good, he put a few plants of poisonous grass on the ice table, and muttered: "Win all the landlords, Flott Snape, are you out?" It's old."

"You can question my character, but you can't question my poker skills. At least I have practiced for decades, but I can only show that you two are bad." Flotte triumphantly collected the poisonous weeds on the table into arms.

Bella looked at Flotte with disdain, and said with a sneer, "You may not always be so lucky. Today is my unlucky day. I originally wanted to win some ice from you and bring it back to the tenth floor. lose all the charcoal fire."

"Okay, your tenth floor volcanic hell is short of fire? Your eighth floor of poisonous tree hell is short of poisonous weeds? Just admit it if you are inferior to others. Besides, I seriously doubt that the two of you came to this floor to blow the natural air conditioning "Flotte bent over and put the carbon fire and flint into the cabinet, complaining.

"Who wants to come to your cold glacier to play all the time, don't think too much about your broken place, what a slapstick." Little Barty Crouch couldn't understand Flotte's complacent picture look.

"I'm not good, the tropical rainforest climate of your poisonous tree hell is fine? Why hasn't it poisoned you to death! Bella, you are too, you will die of heat!"

"Hey, I didn't say..." Bella was about to swear, but she was interrupted by a kid at the door.

"Miss Boss, this potion shop of yours is still closed. I have been waiting for you to play cards for three rounds at the door. You really don't know how cold this hell is, do you?"

"Don't be noisy!" Flotte, who was very happy after winning the card, was upset by the shouting at the door, and directly reprimanded, "There is only such a pharmacy in the [-]th hell, do you like it or not? Leave!"

Hearing that the talkative proprietress got angry, the kid who bought medicine at the door didn't dare to yell anymore. It really wasn't that the whole family didn't enter the house. According to rumors, the normal shop owner was very scary. It's also scary to be angry.

"Okay, okay, we're cool enough, so we won't disturb your business here, and we'll go back to our own hell first, and we won't be in touch in the future, and don't bother us if you have anything to do, goodbye. "The little Barty Crouch stood up and left a bunch of words, then took Bella and left.

Flotte curled her lips, muttering in her heart that she is a superficial friend, a superficial friend...

"Miss Boss, is it my turn now?" the poor customer standing at the door asked weakly.

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"The painkiller." The little ghost customer turned his back to Flotte, and saw six or seven snakes biting his back, hanging on his back dripping like this.

"It turns out that No. 11 floor snake cave hell came up, all right, let's hand it over."

"Give me something?" The customer kid obviously didn't understand what Flotte meant, "Sister, what do you mean?"

Hearing the other party's impolite address, Flotte couldn't help but frowned and retorted: "Who are you calling me big sister? Look at me, I died before forty, you have a wrinkled face in your 60s, and you still call me big sister. Did you hear what you were talking about?"

"No, I just came down here, I don't understand the process."

"I can see that you are a newcomer. The old ones are probably used to being chased and bitten by snakes, just like our floor. They have long been used to this temperature." Flotte said very experiencedly, "You put your Give us the snake that hangs on your back for a few days, and we will change the medicine for you."

Hearing this, the little devil hastened to pull off the poisonous snake hanging from his back, and then happily hugged the medicine he had exchanged for, and said to Flotte: "Madam proprietress, I see that your shop is usually open all the time. Aren't you afraid that someone will come in and steal something?"

"This is hell. Everyone is a ghost. No one is good. If he steals from our house, he can wait to die. Do you still buy medicine? If you don't buy it, just leave."

The little ghost cheerfully held the medicine, and went out in a hurry.

Seeing that the hallway has returned to calm, Flotte should also go and see what her husband is doing.

"Severus, there are new poisonous snakes and poisonous weeds, can I bring them in for you?"

Snape, who was studying the potion in the back room, didn't bother to raise his head, and replied directly: "No need, the medicine is still there."

Very well, her man is boiling the potion again and ignores her. Flotte put the medicinal materials into the ice cellar, then walked into the laboratory in the back room, leaning against the door frame and watching her man using the potion passionately. Looking at "people" other than her, Flotte, she used that crucible made of black ice that would never melt.

"Ahem." Flotte, who was leaning against the door frame, cleared her throat jealously, trying to get her husband's attention.

Upon hearing the cough, Snape already guessed what Flott was going to say next.

"Is my attraction to you not as strong as this crucible?"

Snape sighed, silently put out the fire, then looked up at Flott and said, "What do you mean, I always like to compare with this item."

"Whoever told you to stare at it all the time, you don't even look at me." Flotte complained with a slightly coquettish tone, "Hey, I heard from Bella and the others that Voldemort on the No. 18th floor has messed up. "

"What is he doing?"

"It is said that a bunch of people were gathered together to make a ghost eater. They said they wanted to overthrow hell and become king themselves. You can talk about him. He will find trouble for nothing. If he stays in hell honestly, it will be over."

"If he stayed here honestly, he wouldn't be the Dark Lord." Snape replied with a sneer.

"That's right. Severus..." Flott walked to Snape's side, then hugged his waist and said, "The 100-year sentence is coming soon. Do you think we will go to heaven or be reincarnated as human beings again?" .”

Snape turned to face Flott, stroked her head lightly, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I don't want to go anywhere. We have lived here for almost 100 years, but I haven't had enough."

"Me too." Snape said flatly, "Oh, it's ridiculous, everyone in hell is so happy, I really don't know what you think, but it doesn't matter, I will be with you wherever you want to go."

Hearing the last sentence, Flotte laughed inexplicably.

"Why are you laughing? What did you think of?"

"Don't you think your last sentence is familiar?"

If you go, I will go, if you don't go, I won't go, I will be where you are...

Snape hadn't forgotten, 100 years later, he hadn't forgotten this sentence either.

"Back in the day, you didn't have any feelings for me, and it's been 100 years since I took you down in the end." Flotte said softly with the corners of her lips curled up.

"Actually, it's not that I didn't feel it, but at that time..."

Before Snape finished speaking, Flotte stood on tiptoe and kissed Snape, then let go after a while and said, "I suddenly remembered your awkward appearance back then, don't talk, I'm interested gone."

Before Snape could understand his wife's sudden strange thoughts, he once again immersed himself in the present kiss.

"Back to the bedroom?" Snape said after leaving the kiss.

Flotte looked around the laboratory, and then glanced at the black ice crucible on the table that made her jealous, so she pulled out a small smirk, and said with a little charm: "This is not bad."

"on purpose?"

"Ah."

There was a smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, and then he picked up Flott and put it on the experiment table, and when he was about to tear off the collar, Flott stopped him: "Your collar is the soul of the ascetic department, don't understand. open."

Snape stopped what he was doing, raised his eyebrows and groaned twice, and this time he was the first to kiss Flott.

Just when the two of you were about to proceed to the next step, who knew that the kid's voice was heard at the door of the shop again: "Madam, I forgot to bring medicine for my friend, are you still there?"

"Get out!!!!" A terrifying roar came from the back room...

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to write something serious, but in the end...the more I wrote, the more sandy I was (covering my face)

But the little meat dregs in the back are regarded as practice in advance, hahahaha (hope to pass the trial)