38 years of past events

England in April is always melancholy, the endless light rain pierces through the layers of mist, soaking the top hats of the gentlemen, the hem of the skirts of the ladies, and even the hooves of the carriages falling on the wet It also looks so listless on the mud surface.

Hypocrisy, this is a word my mother often says, in the light rain in April, in the foggy England, reading poems that no one reads, speaking words that suit one's own status, and occasionally complaining about a little complaint, this seems to be what it should be What a woman in the Malfoy family should do is to live quietly and proudly like the statue of Mary in the Muggle church.

Anne Davis told her daughter so, and at the same time she was living like this, just like Abraxas' wife, the dead Mrs. Malfoy, she felt that this should be the home of the Malfoy women, quiet Arrogant, elegant hypocrisy.

The four-year-old Daisy didn't know what her mother told her. She didn't want to think about how to be a noble Malfoy lady. , she wanted to take a good breath of the stagnation hidden in her heart, that kind of yearning for freedom seemed to allow her to breathe the fragrance of the grass outside the window even in such a gloomy sky.

Her sight was being entangled by the gray sky that was constantly pouring down rain. People who didn't know it would think that there was something attracting her that deserved special attention.

"Daisy, my little sweetheart, come here." Anne was calling to her. In Mrs. Veitch's clothing store, she had just tried a new dress and was going to choose one for her daughter.

"Mother."

"My little sweetheart," she said, picking up her daughter and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Come and let Mrs. Vitch show you, my Daisy, which style should suit you."

Anne Davis has always been like this, she likes beautiful things, all beautiful things, those who look superficial, she loves so much.This frenzied pursuit manifested itself many years later in her daughter, a beautiful and strange boy for whom she was fascinated.

Daisy still remembers that day as a hopeless and sad day.Mrs. Vitch's horror, the collapse of the house, the falling of bricks and tiles on her mother, the breaking of her wand, the blood on her beautiful new dress, she hid in her mother's arms, peeking through the cracks of the falling stones In the outside world, billowing black smoke shuttled and churned in the air, spells swept through the crowd, hit the pillars, broken and collapsed houses, the screams of witches, everything was chaotic and unbearable, but she felt very at ease at the moment. The peace of mind seems to be far away from those fears and fears.Like how many times, the Malfoys never worried about slaughtering Mudbloods because it was never about them.

"Mom, it's over, they're not flying." She shook her arm but found that Annie hadn't opened her eyes, and then she continued to push her, "Mom, don't sleep, go home, Mom... ..."

"Mom, let's go home..."

I want to go home...

Many years later, with the same gray sky, she told another man that she wanted to go home.However, throughout her life, she never returned home.

At the age of 11, she saw him for the first time in Hogwarts, that beautiful boy, Lucius whispered in her ear: "Look, it's him, you can hate him, but don't tell me other people."

At that time, she thought of her mother and the death, but she still didn't feel fear, only sadness, and the more she thought about it, the sadder it became. Her mother died because of the disaster caused by the Death Eaters, and she But like Annie, she is crazy about those beautiful things. For the first time, maybe she fell in love with him, a boy named Randolph Marvolo Salazar Riddle.

Daisy couldn't understand and couldn't understand how a child who lost the protection of his parents could keep such a confident smile at all times, even though his father used to be so great, but now he is the only one, isn't he?

Fights with Bob Richard, feuds with the Slytherin prefects, and taunts from the Wright Brothers filled his days until his third year.

For this reason, she risked being discovered by Fitch time and time again in the middle of the night, turned over Madam Pomfrey's medical cabinet, and stopped at the door of the boys' dormitory time and time again, just to see that her face was still alive after the bruises disappeared. A confident smile, she didn't know what she got from it, she only knew that she liked to see it, and became more and more addicted to that smile, even though he didn't like her that much.

For a while, Daisy thought that people like him would not like anyone, until she saw him holding Ginny who was crying so sad in her last year at Hogwarts, she didn't know, It turned out that he could also be better and gentler, but unfortunately that person was not herself, she ran away screaming crazily, unable to bear the surging jealousy, those vicious curses came from her heart, slandering a person time and time again. The girl named Ginny, for 7 years, she spent all her time loving him, so she was so unwilling, so reluctant.

"Hello, my name is Tom Riddle."

"Hi, I'm Daisy."

The soul born from the diary, a man so similar to Randolph, she is not smarter than Ginny, but understands him better than Ginny, so from the very beginning she knew that the man would not be him, her intuition told her, This person has unknown intentions, but he is gentler than him. There is a distance between that kind of gentleness, which makes people invisible and incomprehensible. Good gentleness often makes her lose her mind, and often makes her think that he is him.

But she was the one who revealed the secret for the first time.

"Do you know Randolph Marvolo Salazar Riddle?"

The boy in front of him was stunned for a moment, then frowned, as if he really thought about this question seriously.

"Do you know him?" she asked again.

The person in front of her didn't give her an answer, but she could already guess what it was.

The selling and redemption of the soul, which one is the final destination?But in one thought.

When all the mysteries are revealed, she is willing to be a loyal servant. When the young Riddle branded the black mark on her trembling arm, she looked at this similar face, and she wanted to say that it was not at all. Pain, she is not afraid at all, she is not more willing than this, because from now on, they will be together.

You can love a person and covet his possessions, his money, his carriage, his manor, and his power and fame, but never covet his love. If one day he doesn't love you, then you still have what?

When I was very young, my mother used to have a cup of Darjeeling black tea and the topics Mrs. Chris often talked about in her spare afternoon.At that time, the giggles of the wives would spread far away, and the father was quietly watching the Daily Prophet, and never asked about his wife. There was no doubt that he loved her, even though the mother had never loved the father. This is a difficult thing to say until she dies.

Daisy is not Annie, and she can't be Annie, she just covets his love, loves someone persistently like her father, and wanders around with him.And the only joy in her life was that time in Grimmauld Place, which will be very sweet when she recalls it later.

In 1995, the mysterious people made a comeback again. In the resurrection ceremony, they caught Harry and finally fought fiercely. The strong light burst out from Harry's body was thrown out except for Voldemort. She The first time she rushed up to look at him worriedly, she prayed to Merlin to let him live despite everything, even if she was about to die.

In those countless days of returning to fight, she prayed over and over again, she was afraid that the boy in the prophecy would also become his terminator, even though Randolph laughed at her timidity again and again, she still sincerely seemed not to A wizard again, but a Muggle who knows nothing.

What is despair?

Before 1996, she never thought that Merlin's revenge would come so quickly.

That nightmare-like Azkaban was a pain she never wanted to think about in her life. What is despair?It was the sadness that came to mind when waiting for someone, the humiliation she suffered in the dark Azkaban, the collapse when Sirius revealed the truth, she struggled to get rid of everything, she called her mother, she called her father, and Calling Randolph, until the tears could not be stopped and drowned in the hoarse despair.

"Son, I'm sorry..." Two days later, Dumbledore appeared and hugged her, his sharp eyes showing sadness and apology for the first time.But this can't change the damage that happened.

She was taken to the courtroom of the Ministry of Magic, which was cleaner and quieter than Azkaban.

But she was empty and lonely as if she had lost her soul, waiting for the next step of fate.

Until he came, the last extravagant request of her life, please live well.She would have liked to hear him say that he loved her once, and she would have taken his hand and gone home together, back to Grimmauld Place.

However, it seems too late.

The sword blade pierced her chest, and the blood began to flow out as if it had been drained. She was in his arms, in his arms, and she felt very at ease, as if she had returned to the year when she was four years old, and it was also such a rainy day. Home, can she finally go home?The man beside him was running eagerly in the rain, begging himself to live, to live?How should I live? , her life has long been overdrawn to Merlin, and she has given it to you in year after year prayers.

Merlin is blaming her, isn't he?Blame her, you see, this girl, she clearly said that she would rather die than let him live, you see, this girl has overdrawn too much hope but doesn't keep the agreement at all, Daisy looks at the gray sky and thinks so So, it must be, Merlin must be blaming her, her greedy girl.

For the last time, the last time, let her take a good look at the boy she has fallen in love with since she was 11 years old. She wants to bury this face together with the most beautiful smile in those years in this place The other part of the world, the paradise that ultimately belongs to her.

"blue……"

Her hands were lowered, as if being carried by the wind, her eyelashes trembled a few times, she closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly, then, it was completely dark...

Goodbye, Randolph, Merlin knows I love you.

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Let us remember Miss Daisy one last time.

Volume [-]: The Dark Swamp