HP's Wretched

It's so cold, why is it so cold...

This was the only thought that existed at the moment Flote opened her eyes...

After she completely regained her consciousness and memory, she sat up blankly and looked around at this strange area.

At this moment, she was sitting on the ground, the black soil was soft, but with a disgusting smell, Flotte was very used to this smell - the smell of blood.Sure enough, after her eyes had fully adapted to the darkness, Flotte realized that rather than saying that the land was black, it was better to say that it was red and black.

The surrounding area was empty, and there was only a lonely tree not far away. There was a river in front of her, and on the other side of the river were rolling mountains. In the middle of the rolling mountains, there was a mountain that was surprisingly high and steep. It is staggering, even the top of the mountain is so sharp that it seems to be able to pierce the sky.But Flotte just turned her head for a few glances, and then retracted her gaze, because she really has no interest in admiring the spectacle.

After roughly observing the surrounding area, Flotte's eyes finally fell on the strange tree.

This is a dead tree, with bare branches and a trunk as thick as three people standing in the soil. It looks like an ordinary dead tree on the surface, but when Flote squints her eyes and takes a closer look Only then did she realize... the trunk as thick as a group of three people had been scratched with knife marks of uniform thickness one after another, densely spread all over the entire trunk.

Flotte didn't know the reason for the knife marks on the trunk, but there always seemed to be an intuition in her heart that forced her eyes to leave this weird tree.

She followed her intuition and did not continue to delve into the knife marks on the tree trunk, but stood up unsteadily from the soft soil. She thought that the scars all over her body would make her unable to stand still, but who would have thought that , except for the bone-piercing coldness, she could no longer feel any pain.

Yes, after all, this is not a place for people to stay, and she may not be a human anymore...

The sky here is also red, and the rich blood color cannot reveal any light.Flote raised her head and looked at it with slack eyes, but she hoped in her heart that she could see through the sky and look up at him who is still in the world, is he alright?

"You don't really want to see through hell with your naked eyes, do you?" An extremely hoarse voice came from behind Flotte.

Flote lowered her head, turned around to look at the person who was speaking, and was still surrounded by black mist. Except for the dense white bones floating above, Flotte could not feel any trace of its entity.

"If possible, I would not only want to wear it, but I would also like to leave it." Flotte was not at all afraid of the terrifying face of Death, but said very bluntly.

The Grim Reaper did not speak, but quietly floated in the air, looking at Flotte with hollow eyes in the bones, as if knowing that she would say so.

"It's not that I don't want to fulfill the agreement, it's that... I haven't fulfilled my promise to him. But now it seems that everything should be a dream."

Before Flotte finished speaking, a series of "rumbling" boulders rolling down on the distant mountain interrupted her words.

Flotte turned her head to look at the source of the sound, which came from the highest and steepest mountain.

"What was that sound just now?" Flotte asked.

"It's just the voice of a liar." The hoarse voice pierced into Flotte's eardrums, and it seemed to have some deep meaning.

Flotte didn't answer Death's words, neither continued to ask, nor turned to look back, but still stared at the high mountain in the distance.

"You said you want to go back?" There was no special tone in the whisper, just a faint inquiry.

"Yes."

"Then do you remember the price you promised to pay when you summoned me?"

The light in Flotte's eyes gradually dimmed. Of course, she still remembered the price she paid that night when she summoned Death...

……

It's already one or two o'clock in the morning, but the headmaster's office at Hogwarts is still brightly lit, not because someone is working, but because...

No one dared to sleep, not even a portrait dared to close their eyes. They all opened their eyes and looked at the woman lying on the sofa in the office. Her expression was extraordinarily peaceful as if she was asleep, but her face was not clean. The blood stains on the skin and the mottled blood on the clothes all confirmed what she had just experienced.

Kneeling beside her was a man in black, with empty eyes, tightly holding the woman's drooping hand, which was unconscious and powerless, and continuously pouring out all his mana.

"Severus, stop, you know very well that Flott has left." It was clearly a portrait, but the voice trembled a little more than in the past, which can only be experienced by humans.

Snape, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to have been cut off from the world. He didn't hear the persuasion of Dumbledore in the portrait at all, but still stared at Flott's quiet face and held her hand to feed her continuously. magic.

Warm golden magic power enveloped Flott's body, but the temperature in Snape's hand was still dropping a little bit, almost losing the temperature that a living person should have.

The few small medicine bottles on the sofa finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell from above to the ground, making the sound of "crackling" glass shattering. The sound was not loud at first, but it was so ear-piercing in this dead and silent room.

The golden light covering Flott's body slowly dissipated, and the body without the support of magic power became colder faster, and the face that was still a little bit angry without the maintenance of magic power had completely turned gray and pale.

Snape was exhausted, he fed several doses of precious potions to Flott, and spent the whole night delivering magic power non-stop.But these medicines and magical powers were as useless as giving a destroyed rag doll. Flotte neither opened her eyes to look at him again, nor opened her mouth to call him again.

His trembling hand caressed Flotte's cheeks that had lost color. The cold, stiff touch was like more than a hundred thousand ants crawling up his hand, biting his hand, biting His nerves gnawed at his heart.Snape felt that the air around him began to become thinner, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​blood that could submerge him, he couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth to shout something, but he couldn't make a sound, I can only wait for this grief to submerge me bit by bit.

When the tears streaming down his cheeks, Snape couldn't feel it at all. He was still gently stroking Flott's cold cheeks, combing Flott's blood-stained face over and over again with his fingers. Hair, mouth open as if breathing heavily, and as if wanting to shout something...

But in the end, all the voices in the throat could only be condensed into a choked-up sigh: "Flote, Flote..."

The yelling again and again was just like that just now, without a single answer.He lowered his head and pressed his forehead tightly against Flott's, praying for a trace of warmth, but reality defeated him again.

He no longer held back his tears, but wept bitterly against Flotte's forehead.

"Dumbledore, you must have a way..."

"Son, no one is against death."

"But she didn't deserve to die! She didn't deserve to die!" The trembling body, coupled with the choked up prayer in the throat, made all the portraits in the main office bow their heads, and they dared not look at them with guilt.

"Severus, you know, death can sometimes be a relief."

"Then when will I be free?" Snape's once deep black eyes were now bloodshot and uncontrollably seeping tears of grief, "You tell me Dumbledore, tell me, when will I To be freed?"

"Could it be that my form of atonement is to watch everyone leave me little by little, and even take away my last bit of nostalgia?"

"Why? Why do you have to leave me alone?"

"This is war, Severus."

Snape was already powerless to complain about Dumbledore's words. He didn't understand why he had to vent to a portrait, and he didn't understand why he still acted like this when the preordained ending came. pain?

He lowered his head and stared at Flotte's tightly closed eyes, the coldness in his hands could no longer cover the heat...

The broken vial still lay there on the ground, just like Snape's shattered hope, never to be put back together.He struggled to put down Flote's hand, but every time he moved it to Flote's chest, he couldn't let go of his hand, trembling but grasping tighter and tighter.

He was entangled, hesitant, and reluctant, but he couldn't accept the reality and completely give up this unnecessary struggle.

However, it was precisely because he did not let go of Flotte's hand that the fleeting trembling was captured by him.

"Flott? Flott!" Snape's empty eyes flooded with hope for a moment, "She moved, she just moved."

"Severus, that's impossible, that's just a normal reaction after death."

"No, it's not the same!" Snape seemed to grasp a life-saving straw in the sea of ​​grief, and he was very sure.He pulled out his wand without hesitation, and continued to deliver mana to Flott.

The transfer of mana this time was obviously different from the last time, Snape could even feel that Flott's body was eagerly absorbing it!

There is hope, there is hope...

He didn't have time to think about the reason for this weird phenomenon, he only knew to use all his strength to beg the god of death to return Flote to him!

I don't know if the magic power transmission really has a miraculous effect, or if the god of death really heard his appeal.Flotte, who was ashamed and lifeless on the sofa, really opened her eyes suddenly!

Immediately after, there were violent coughs, and then, as if her head had just emerged from the water, she greedily breathed in the surrounding air that could save her life.

All the portraits in the whole room opened their eyes wide and witnessed the change in front of them. Even the normally calm and self-restraining figures suddenly jumped up from their chairs, staring at the strangeness in front of them, and couldn't help but exclaim in their mouths.

However, the most excited person in the room should have been Snape...

However, before Snape recovered his excitement from the grief, Flotte's reaction in the next second twisted his heart together again.

Just now, Flotte's consciousness was still in the painless hell, and now after returning to her body suddenly, the heart-piercing pain that is worse than death surged towards her, as if she wanted to take the pain just now. Flotte, who was out of breath, seemed to be torn apart.

The air poured into the chest, causing the entire chest to reverberate with severe pain. After the dry and hoarse throat was in contact with the air for a while, a smell of fishy sweetness was sprayed out of the mouth directly, as if it had found a vent.

Feeling the warm liquid splashing on his hands, Snape's agitated heart calmed down as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe.

He drew out his wand, cast a spell towards the cabinet, shook the cabinet door open, and various potions flew towards him.

Accompanied by dose after dose of potion, it was originally a pain-relieving potion, but Flott could not feel any relief. Instead, the potions he drank were like fireballs, which could make Flott clearly feel the pain. I felt them rolling from my thirsty throat to my chest, and then from my chest into my stomach, with the burning pain engulfing my whole body in pain.

Flotte was in so much pain that tears began to come out of the corners of her eyes, and the cold sweat on her forehead also burst out sharply, sobbing in her mouth: "It hurts, it hurts..."

Snape placed Flott's head in his arms, gently wiped the tears from the corners of Flott's eyes with his hand, then stroked Flott's hair trying to soothe her pain, with a hoarse mouth Trembling and comforting: "It won't hurt in a while, and it will be fine in a while."

I don't know how long it took, but Flotte's cries and pleadings gradually weakened, and she once again tapped into the dark space.

Maybe it was dizzy from the pain, or maybe it was the eyes covered by the god of death, so I should forget something...

……

When she woke up again, what caught Flotte's eyes was no longer the elegant astrological roof of the principal's office, but a red curtain, a very strange curtain.

She wanted to find some information about this place in her mind, but she couldn't find anything in her drowsy mind. The only thing she could find was whether she was alive or dead?

The pain in the body has disappeared, and what is left is the stiffness of the limbs and every finger besides the weakness of the muscles.Flotte wanted to move her sore neck, but no matter how she twisted it, it was as if her body was not her own, and she couldn't lift a bit of strength.

At this time, Snape, who had been leaning on the side of the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind, seemed to be aware of Flott's movement. He opened his eyes and woke up instantly, and turned to look at Flott who was about to sit up.

Snape hastily turned around, reached out his hand to stabilize Flott's dishonest movement, when his eyes met Flott's already bright eyes, he was so excited that he didn't know what to say first, as if All the sighs, all the joys and all the regrets that have not been spoken are all condensed in the throat at this time, trying to burst out first, but the reality is that the last sentence that should not appear is the first.

Snape said coldly: "Lie down and don't move around!"

As soon as this sentence came out, all the words that rushed into his throat retreated one after another, and then he tried his best to complain in Snape's heart about the bad words at this moment.

"..." Flott didn't know that there was such a wave in Snape's heart, and her muddled mind didn't even know that she had died just now. She only knew that she could still hear Snape's way of speaking, so She must not be dreaming now, but really still alive.

"How do you feel, do you want to drink some water?"

Flotte shook her head slightly, cleared her throat and said, "I want to sit up first, lying down makes me uncomfortable."

Flotte is now eager to let the movement and touch of her body give back to her, the news that she is really alive.

Snape frowned slightly, although he was reluctant, he still pulled her up with Flotte's strength.Before his weak body could find a fulcrum, it slid and leaned against Snape's body.

Flotte naturally used all her strength to rub upwards, and after finding a comfortable place, she leaned on Snape completely, then cleared her throat and said, "Now I want to drink water. It's..."

Normally, Flotte's little action would have brought back Snape's black face and inadvertent connivance, but today, when Snape could feel the angry temperature clinging to him again. When he was alone, he was completely stunned, the scars burned in his heart and the despair left just now were melted away by the temperature at this moment.His lips trembled slightly with excitement, grateful for the warmth that proved that she was still by his side and never left.

Flott, who couldn't see the expression of the person behind her, thought that Snape didn't move for so long because he was dissatisfied with her dependence, and wanted to move away slightly, but then thought that he had just escaped death, so he made up his mind to continue to lean on the rogue, by the way He also emphasized: "Water..."

Hearing that Flott asked for water again, Snape hurriedly came back to his senses and summoned the warm water that he had prepared earlier with his wand, then brought the cup to Flott's mouth.

The even and powerful heartbeat in the ear made Fluote, who had just filled up with water, even more satisfied.She leaned against Snape's body and closed her eyes slightly, trying to extract some information from her mind as an opening, but the scattered memory fragments made Flott not know what to say, and she didn't know where to start.

The same was true for Snape, he wanted to hold Flott in his arms with open arms, and then say something to let Flott understand his despair and powerlessness just now, and Flott's importance to him.However, even though the potion master can make the most complicated potion in the world, he still doesn't know how to assemble a simple love sentence...

"How did you get me out? I remember that you seemed to want to put me in that legendary dark prison." Flotte said first, "Is that dark prison a legend?"

"It's not a legend, it really did exist in Hogwarts. You don't know the history of Muggles hunting wizards at that time. This dark prison is dedicated to detaining traitors who betrayed wizards to Muggles. As for why? At Hogwarts, it can only be said that generations of Slytherin-born headmasters always like to put problems on this."

"You haven't explained how you got me out. No matter how stupid Bella is, she must find someone to watch this dark prison. It's impossible for you to have a chance to get me out."

"She did put a protective spell, but what she didn't know was that the dungeon and the principal's office are linked."

Listening to Snape's explanation, Flotte became even more confused: "Why is the headmaster's office connected to such a perverted cell?"

"Only the past principals know about this. The last female prisoner in this cell, that is, the notorious witch is actually the mistress of a certain principal. After the conviction, the principal found someone to open a secret channel , and by the way set up such a room to hide the female prisoner."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, the gossip-like Flotte opened her mouth, ready to ask about the glorious deeds of the headmaster.However, Snape, who knew Flott very well, interrupted her mercilessly just when she was about to open her mouth: "I'm not interested in finding out, let alone answering your next question, if you really want to know , go out and ask the pile of principal portraits, I see that they have nothing to do every day, maybe some of them will be willing to discuss this meaningless question with you in depth."

"No need, I'm not interested in chatting with those old men and old ladies." Thinking about those chattering portraits, Flotte neatly curled her lips and refused, "But having said that, the room where I'm lying now Is it for the legendary mistress?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, it seems that I have really taken the title of mistress. But what is this, in name only?"

"..."

Flotte's thoughtless words suddenly made the atmosphere of the whole room weird...

At this time, the temperature on Snape's body slowly felt on Flott's body, coupled with the inadvertent remarks just now, no matter how cheeky Flott was, the tips of Flott's ears turned red which was rare at this time.

She hastily coughed twice to break the weird atmosphere, and then turned her attention to the topic she had been wanting to talk about:

"I... had a dream just now, I dreamed about the god of death." Flotte didn't know how to describe the fragmentary horror memory in her impression, so she could only use the dream this time to replace it.

Snape's hand tightly grasped Flott's arm, he had a premonition that Flott was going to say something.

"But what I said to him, what he said to me, I don't remember all, I just remember that it was very cold, it was very desolate, there was a river of blood, there were many mountains, and... a tree , a tree that has been cut many times with a knife..."

Snape's eyes dimmed again, and he still couldn't ignore the fact that Flotte went from having no trace of life to now running around gossiping with him, which in itself was extremely weird.He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it. He only knew that Flote came back, and she didn't leave him, and she didn't leave him alone.

"Don't think about it, you said it was a dream."

Flott pursed her lips, and what she wanted to tell Snape was how real that dream was, and those conversations she had forgotten were constantly circling in her mind relying on an intuition, and then produced Fear enveloped her for no reason.

However, Flott still felt that this matter should not make Snape fear along with her, so just forget it...

"Well, I won't think about it anymore." Flotte said softly, "Then Severus, let me ask you, if we both really go to hell by then, but in different places, would you still go to hell?" Looking for me?"

After this question was asked, Flotte herself found it ridiculous, and burst into laughter as soon as she didn't collapse. Such an adult would ask such a childish question like a fairy tale.

However, to Flott's surprise, instead of mocking Flott at all, Snape thought for a moment and replied:

"I'll find you..."

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(covers face) Locked, speaking illegally, it's too difficult...