[HP Doujin] 1943

After leaving Hogwarts for many years, I always leaned against the window alone in those long drowsy winter afternoons, silently staring at the vast mist that drowned the whole world, and my heart was filled with a kind of sadness and loneliness.

When I was 15 years old, I didn't know what helplessness was at all, and I didn't understand what choice was at all.I only know that what I can't let go of is deep affection, and persistence is forever.I was so innocent and reckless, so desperate that I would stay by his side so desperately, wishing that we would have a happy ending.

The ending, nowadays, every time I see this word, I will tremble all over. Yes, young and energetic people always don’t believe in fate. It’s not until the mind is tired that they suddenly realize that many things are predestined, such as Tom and I were doomed from the start to be impossible.

This is the cruelty of life, the most beautiful flowers in the world are born for death.Beauty is not eternal.

My fifth year was the most ups and downs during my time at Hogwarts. I experienced the death of Myrtle, threats from Tom, and the torment of recovering my memory... After all this passed, I seemed to have experienced a transformation .In my life, the childish and ridiculous girlhood came to an end, and I entered the vast and intricate adulthood.

After I came back from St. Mungo's, everyone said I had changed.My words became less and my smiles also subsided. In the common room of Ravenclaw, I can no longer hear Ida, Chris, and Carl laughing and chasing and fighting together.I was more and more in a daze, reviewing every detail of my past with Tom in my mind.Yes, he is too good, too outstanding, and too ambitious, so all these are doomed that he will not be content with being ordinary.There was a terrible dark side to his personality, and he was always careful not to show his dark side to me.He and I have never had complete honesty and trust, but apart from that, he is still the boy I kissed in the bomb shelter when I was 12 years old, and he is still the same boy I ran down Leicester Street holding hands The boy, he is still the one and only person who imprinted deep in my soul.

He hasn't spoken to me since he got mad at me on the stairs.As the OWLs exam approached, the atmosphere in the school became more and more tense.Since I would think of Mettle when I was in the dormitory or the common room, I spent most of my time except sleeping in the library reading alone.I tried my best to squeeze Tom's figure out of my brain, forcing myself to review the thick textbooks and notes, but every once in a while, I would be annoyed to find that I was silently typing out the manuscript, rehearsing and waiting for me to see him again What Tom is going to say to him later.

I knew Tom didn't want to see me because I never saw him in the library.Finally, I made up my mind to stop him and talk to him after the last subject, so that even if he speaks ill of me, it will not affect my mood for the exam.

The last one is the written test for the Charms class. The auditorium has been transformed into a huge test room, where people from all grades take the test.I managed to finish the last question before closing the paper, and then I looked up and looked around for Tom.

The door of the auditorium was opened, and bright sunlight came in from the foyer, falling on the joyful faces of the students after their exams.Many girls walked together in twos and threes, talking and laughing happily while climbing the stairs to go back to the dormitory to pack their luggage. I looked at their figures and suddenly fell into an abyss—if Ida was by my side at this moment, I would have How nice, we'd be happily pointing at the answers together, cursing the professor who gave the question, and I even started to miss her chattering, superficial and boring gossip - I used to be very annoyed by it.Worse still, I was thinking of Myrtle, and as much as I hated her broom-like braids and goofy laugh, I suddenly wished she was happy walking with me now.

However, I was the only one who walked out of the examination room.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder from behind and I turned around and saw Tony.

"It's okay," Tony said with a gentle and clear light in his blue eyes, and his voice was warm and calm, just like his hand on my shoulder, "The Ministry of Magic will arrange for Ada and Olive to make up the exam. It will be back to normal when the sixth grade starts."

"But Myrtle's never coming back," I whispered, and walked with him through the gate, out into the bright sunshine.

"If you pay attention, she has settled down in the bathroom on the fifth floor now." Tony said, "She is crying every day about her experience of being killed. According to others, she insisted that it was Olive who killed her. .”

"But you know what's going on, don't you?" I stopped suddenly and turned to stare at him.

Tony sighed, avoiding my gaze.The sun fell on his deep golden eyelashes, and there was an unspeakable melancholy between his brows.

"Since this semester, you have been warning me to stay away from Tom, you already know that?" I continued to stare at him and asked with a slight tremor in my voice, "Since Tom kidnapped Margery After that, you started to pay attention to him, didn't you?"

Tony licked his chapped lips, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to me.

"Lizzie," he said in a flat tone, "I was under the Chamber of Secrets that night."

I swayed a little and grabbed his arm, as if afraid I might fall.Although I couldn't see my own face, I knew that my face must have turned white.

"I've been asking why on earth you went to St. Mungo's," he looked at me, a faint pain flashing in his dark blue eyes, "I'm afraid Riddle has cast another Oblivion Curse on you."

I shook my head and smiled lightly.

"No," I said, "Sylvia has restored my old memory."

"so?"

"I didn't tell Dumbledore anything," I lowered my eyes, "I don't know what's wrong with me, but I just can't..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't cry." Tony gently wrapped my back, held me in his arms, and said comfortingly, his voice buzzed above my head, which made me feel inexplicably Xin An, "I understand your feelings. After all... After all, Riddle is not completely a bad person."

"What?" I looked up in surprise.

"There are some things you don't know. You are not the only one who was friends with Riddle when you were young." He said quietly, "When I was young, I, Francis, and Riddle used to be friends, but because of We both fell out with him because of the reason. I had a showdown with him after he got Margaret, but it didn't help. I am not his opponent in many things."

I know Tony has a good friend named Francis, but I've never met him.My thoughts continued on Tom, and I asked him, "So what do you decide to do now?"

"I think I have to be friends with Riddle again, don't I?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I'm not mistaken, you still can't let him go, can you?"

"But--"

"I'm your brother," he said calmly, interrupting me, "and Marguerite's brother. I can't see you two walking into his circle alone."

When we were talking, we had already walked to the lake. The clear summer sky was as blue and clear as forget-me-not flowers. The sun was dancing happily on the lake. Many girls took off their shoes and socks and ran and chased on the shallows, making a series of crisp laughs. Voice.I saw Tom sitting not far away under a thick bosom oak tree, surrounded by a small group of friends—Sylvia, Margaret, Rosaline, Orion, Rozier, Avery , and two or three boys I don't know.

As I watched Tom sitting among the crowd, I suddenly had a strange feeling: he was just sitting with those people, he didn't have a real friend.Although there are so many people around him, he looks more lonely and indifferent than everyone else.

When I realized that Tony was walking towards Tom and his group with me, I immediately wanted to turn around and walk away, but it was too late, Sylvia had already looked up and saw us, and she raised her jaw slightly to look at us. I, with a cold smile on the corner of my mouth.

"What did you bring her here for?" Before Sylvia could speak, Margaret spoke first, with undisguised disgust in her tone.

I glanced awkwardly at Tom, but he wasn't looking at me at all.He was holding a book in his hand, and when he heard Margaret's voice, he didn't even lift his head, but calmly turned a page.

The others all stabbed each other's arms, showing expressions of watching the show.

"I'm just walking with Lizzie," Tony said lightly, and I could hear his dissatisfaction with Margaret in his tone, "Is this your territory?"

She probably didn't expect to be refuted by her brother in this way. Margaret blushed with anger. She didn't dare to disturb Tom, so she turned to Sylvia and said angrily: "Hurry up and drive her away!" Walk?"

Sylvia didn't seem to hear her.She glanced at Tom, raised her wrist to look at her watch, and said calmly, "It's three o'clock soon."

Tom nodded, closed the book in his hand, picked up the schoolbag in his hand and stood up.Without looking at anyone, he walked away with Sylvia, talking as they walked, leaving two intertwined shadows on the grass in the sun.

I turned to Heihu, facing the wind, and sighed slightly. My heart was full of melancholy and bewilderment, and I didn't know what to do.

Seeing the back of him leaving with Sylvia, the clips of our quarrel a few years ago flooded into my mind again, and in extreme anger, I insulted Sylvia with unsavory swear words in front of him again and again , he gradually turned cold towards me out of impatience, and then we broke up, reconciled, quarreled again and again... finally led to that disaster.

When I was 15 years old, how would I know that Sylvia was the greatest helper in helping Tom create the prototype of the Death Eater society? The closed and fastidious circle of ?I just know that I can't compare to her, I can't be the woman standing beside him.I will always remember the words he once said to me: "You are not worthy to help me."

I will always remember.

I finally lowered my head slowly in frustration, and said to Tony beside me: "He and I are done here. From now on, we will be people on two paths."

Before Tony could answer me, there was a sneer from behind me, and I turned around frowning, only to notice that Margaret was right behind me, with a smug smile on her round face.

"Well, how does it feel to be dumped by Tom?" she gloated. "Did you think you could be part of his circle?"

"Shut up, you cow," I said dryly.

"Try to say it again." Margaret stared at me and threatened.

Tony next to me took my arm and whispered to me: "Don't talk to her anymore, since Tom hugged you in the secret room last time, she has been holding a grudge against you—"

But I ignored him. Once my bad temper came up, no one could stop it.

It's no secret that Margaret and I don't like each other.The first time I met her in my life was at my mother and her father's wedding, and she looked at me scornfully, trying to show me her brand new pink tulle dress.I pretended to tell her that I wanted to see her pony, so she triumphantly took me to her stable, and while she was chattering about showing off the noble and pure blood of her filly, I took her She was pushed into the stinking manure and mud of the stable.

Although I was locked up in the living room by my mother because of this incident, I was no longer allowed to be the flower girl at the wedding, but I didn't care at all. Pushing Margaret's head into horse manure was the worst thing I did that year. One of the happy things.

Despite her father's warnings, Margaret never missed an opportunity to turn against me.At school, she always knocked my stuff on the floor and poured ketchup into my schoolbag during meals, and I always knocked over her knife and fork, and once replaced her toothpaste with Got wasabi.

The two of us are like cats and mice, confronting each other with our teeth and claws at every turn, and this is the situation at this moment.

I gave her a contemptuous look, then gently tossed the hair on my forehead back, and said with a smile, "Really? I just saw that the woman next to Riddle didn't even bother to talk to you. It seems that you are really an important member of his side."

"You don't know anything." Margaret squeezed out the words between her teeth, "I know things that you can't even imagine in your dreams."

I chuckled: "Do you know what color Riddle's underwear is?"

This sentence completely angered Margaret, she pulled out her wand with a swipe, and hissed like a snake: "Do you want to know what I can do? Well, then I will use you to test it now !I tell you, Elizabeth Bradley, since the first day I learned this spell, I've dreamed of getting my hands on you someday!"

"Margot! Calm down!" Tony yelled, but Margaret was trembling with anger and ignored him at all.

Tony tried to pull me behind him, but I, also in a state of rage, pushed him away and shouted angrily, "Don't worry about it! I want to see what she can do!"

I also pulled out my wand and pointed it at Margaret, and some red sparks popped out from the tip of the wand.

People began to gather around us, pointing fingers and saying something.

"What I hate most is your self-righteous look, as if everyone should revolve around you," Margaret said to me viciously, "even my own brother prefers to revolve around you, you enjoy it In this way, isn't it? You are a fool with nothing to do and nothing to show, besides that face, what else do you have that deserves a man's attention? "

Her words angered me.

"Damn out!" I screamed.

But she flashed down, and the red spell flew over her head and hit the oak tree.Many people screamed.Amidst the screams of the students, I vaguely heard the roar of Professor Eliot who came from the greenhouse, and Margaret's vicious voice: "Crucio!"

All sound was gone, and I lost all consciousness except a fiery, unbearable pain.