[HP Doujin] 1943

When I awoke, I vaguely saw golden sunlight streaming in through the open windows.Several therapists in green clothes were busy around me. Seeing that I woke up, they gave me a medicine and comforted me and said, "You are in St. Mungo's now, everything is fine, just sleep peacefully. "

A female therapist said to me tenderly, "I will inform Mrs. Randall and Mr. Bradley right away. They have been with you and just walked off to have breakfast."

"Wait..." I asked hoarsely, "Where am I? What happened?"

"Don't worry, dear," said the gentle blonde therapist, bending over to me, "you've had some problems with your memory, but it's recovering and there won't be any permanent damage."

The medicine I just drank took effect quickly, and I fell asleep again.

When I woke up again, I saw a therapist in a light green suit standing in the doorway, talking in a low voice, holding a clipboard.Standing with him was a tall, old man with a long brown beard.That was Professor Dumbledore, the teacher of Transfiguration, I vaguely remembered, what is he doing here?

"Are you sure?" I heard Professor Dumbledore politely ask the therapist. "This is a very serious matter... we'd better get the opinion of Miss Bradley herself."

My father was standing next to Professor Dumbledore, and I vaguely heard his voice: "...I can't believe...my daughter was actually given the Forgetting Curse..."

The therapists nodded and turned to me.Dumbledore followed them.With a wave of his wand, he conjured three comfortable ottomans.

With three or four fluffy pillows under my neck, I watched blankly and helplessly as my father, Professor Dumbledore and the healer sat down in front of my hospital bed.The therapist sat closer to me, and I saw the sign on his chest that read "Brain Magic Injury Healer, Brian Rick."

"Lizzie," he said to me, smiling, "how are you feeling?"

I looked at him blankly, nodded and said nothing.

Professor Dumbledore leaned towards me and said in a gentle and calm voice, "Elizabeth—"

"Lizzie."

"Lizzie, you are now at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. We gave you a comprehensive examination while you were unconscious, and the results were very surprising." There was a comforting taste in his voice, "You Perhaps more than one Oblivion Curse has been cast on it."

I opened my mouth slightly, looked at Dumbledore, then at my father.

"These two Forgetting Curses are very powerful," Dumbledore said patiently, "Originally they were unbreakable, but a few days ago you were attacked by an unknown spell at school and you broke one of the Forgetting Curses. But your memory has not been completely released..." Dumbledore raised his hands, forming a walnut shape: "It seems that the walnut was pinched by the door, clicked, and cracked a crack."

I opened my mouth and said angrily, "You mean my brain is trapped by the door?"

"That's not what I meant, Lizzie. The walnut and the door are just an analogy." He patiently explained it to me again, and this time I understood.

"Who cast the Forgetting Curse on me?" A surge of anger hit my forehead, and there was a burst of pain in my skull immediately. I grinned in pain and hugged my head with my hands.

"Lizzie!" said Dad gently, "don't talk to Professor Dumbledore like that."

"As it stands—" Professor Dumbledore continued, ignoring my swearing, "casting the Oblivion Charm is a dangerous procedure, and there is about a one in a per cent chance of some terrible Consequences. I think it's up to your guardians and you to decide."

"I want to lift the Forgetting Curse." I said without thinking.

******

I start with two hours of treatment each morning.In fact, most of the time I fell asleep deeply, this feeling is really amazing - as if a wave of clear water has been flushed into my brain, clearing away all the things that are blocked in my nerve cells, one after another is clear The stream of memory reappeared, flowing in my dreams.

During the dozen or so long nights and short afternoons in that warm spring day, I was lying in the warm ward, dreaming one dusty dream after another.It's such an interesting experience - when you're dreaming, everything is so real, it's like experiencing it yourself.But after the dream was over, during my short waking hours, I clearly felt that the bits and pieces in the dream, and even the details that had never been in the dream, were firmly in my mind, as if never before. Same as lost.

I was a lawless wild girl who grew up on Leicester Street and was good at fighting, climbing walls, and stealing everything, and I didn't lose any of them to the boys.My mother didn't like me, she didn't think I was at all what a little girl should be.My dad was so busy with work that he didn't have much time for me, so my childhood was basically spent in laissez-faire.

I met Tom when I was nine years old.It was an early summer afternoon with rolling dark clouds and muffled thunder. I whistled and ran happily across the yard behind the bar.A group of boys were fighting in the yard.The entire yard looked dusty from a distance, and seven or eight boys fought in a pile, and it was hard to tell whose arm was whose.I'm such a nosy person that I couldn't help but stop and take a look.I was so pissed off at this sight, it was clearly not a group fight, but seven or eight boys beating one boy together.

I ran to the bar with my tattered skirt and told the men who were helping in the bar that there was a fight behind.The men stretched out their heads to have a look, and said, "Aren't these the bastards from the orphanage! Let them fight."

"They're bullying people!"

The men spat on the ground, walked nonchalantly to the cellar with the barrels in their hands, and ignored me.I turned around, picked up a pile of broken wine bottles on the ground, and threw them at the boys.The group of boys had probably never seen a girl who could fight like me, and all of them stopped in surprise.

I crossed my hips, my disheveled hair fell on my flushed face, and I stared at them fiercely: "Get out of here! You guys from the orphanage, no one is allowed to fight on Leicester Street in the future! "

A loud thunder sounded from the tumbling clouds in the sky, and those boys seemed to have recovered their senses, and jumped up one by one in despair, and rushed towards me.

At that time, I was not very good at controlling magic. No matter how good I was at fighting, I was no match for these seven or eight people.Facing the enemy head-on was not the right choice, so I turned around and ran away, deciding to adopt the strategy that can never go wrong by running away.

Running fast is my biggest advantage, and I can always run to some unexpected places, such as——

I jumped onto the roof.

I picked up the tiles and gravel from the roof and threw them at the boys below.

With a lot of yelling, they dispersed in a herd.I heard someone complaining: "That's Lizzie Bradley, the most aggressive girl on Leicester Street! We'd better leave her alone and go away!"

I lay on the roof, smiled and watched the group of boys disperse, and then I heard a boy's voice coming from behind me: "What's your name?"

I was shocked, this roof has always been my chassis!

Turning around, I saw a skinny, black-haired boy in a tattered denim jacket looking at me coldly.His clothes and face were well washed, and his dark eyes were particularly oppressive, staring at me burningly.

"Lizzie," I told him nonchalantly, "who are you?"

"I'm Tom Riddle." The corners of his mouth tilted up slightly, showing a slightly mocking smile, "I'm here to warn you, maybe Leicester Street is your territory, but the orphanage is mine Chassis. If I think some folks need to be cleaned up, I hope you don't mind your own business."

"It was you who asked those people to gang up on that poor boy just now?!"

"Do you need me to say it again?" He leaned towards me threateningly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a cold and forceful tone, "Don't worry about the orphanage, or don't blame me for being rude."

Then, with his hands on the roof, he jumped down, lightly landed on the ground, and strode away.

From that day on, my war with Tom began.The war between us has lasted for a long time, he is better at controlling magic than me, but I always make some unexpected moves, so our fights are always equal.

Things began to turn around one evening when Tom gradually gained the upper hand.It was a drowsy day, with rotten garbage piled up beside the dirty roads, and heavy smog floated in the slums of the East End.I squatted on the roof of Leicester Street intersection as usual, holding a handful of sharp stones in my hand, watching the dark intersection vigilantly like an owl.

Three scrawny boys appeared next to the dumpster.

I get excited.

I aimed at them carefully, and then controlled a stone to hit his forehead accurately and forcefully, then the second, and the third...

I watched the group of mice from the orphanage fall into my ambush one after another, and I felt a wild sense of satisfaction in my heart.It was my favorite thing to do against Tom, so I always liked to tease his crew behind their backs.

When I was smiling smugly, a small black snake with hissing tongue suddenly appeared beside me.I yelled in fright and fell off the roof.The fright can be described as tragic. Just when I thought my life would end at the age of 9, a hug caught me.

Tom Riddle fell to the ground with me in his arms, and both of them were thrown off their feet.But he was worse than me, because he became my human cushion.I lay on his chest like an octopus, raised my head, opened my shiny black eyes, and looked at him in shock.

He smiled, and asked gloomily, "How does it feel to be plotted against by me?"

I jumped up all of a sudden: "You deliberately let those boys come over, and then hid behind with that damn snake to scare me, didn't you?"

"Yes." He admitted shamelessly, patted his clothes, and stood up too.

I couldn't help but took two steps back and looked at him with wide eyes angrily.

Wearing a black shirt and washed white jeans, he stepped forward and pushed me against the weed-covered brick wall. A malicious smile appeared on his handsome face with clear outlines: " According to my rules, my defeated generals must give me something. No matter what it is, as long as it is what I like, they must give it to me."

I stared at him angrily, without saying a word, not knowing what the hell he was planning.

When he smiled, the left side of his red lips slanted up slightly, looking particularly malicious.I know now that as long as he laughs like that, nothing good will happen.

"What do you want?" I asked angrily.

He raised his eyebrows and said happily, "Kiss me once, and I'll let you go."

"I'd rather eat shit than kiss you," I said.

He looked at me with a wounded look in his very beautiful dark eyes, with long black lashes.I'm sure his hurt look is fake.

"Did you know you're very pretty, Elizabeth?" he said softly, releasing one hand from my wrist and wrapping it around my waist.

"Of course I know." I said shamelessly.

After hearing my answer, he laughed.At this time, I suddenly reached out and put my arm around his neck, his body froze slightly, and while he was relaxing, I put my foot on his calf, he fell back unprepared, and was caught by The dead cat stumbled and fell to the ground.I spit on him and ran away like a fly.

As a 9 year old me I had no idea what a kiss between a boy and a girl meant, I just knew I didn't want to touch that jerk Tom Riddle.Since then, though, I haven't been to the wild kids from the orphanage, because I don't want to go head-to-head with Tom, he's not a good guy to deal with.

When I was 10 years old, it was the worst nightmare of my life.I sat in my room and listened to my parents arguing loudly in the living room outside, and it was endless.Finally, these quarrels ended the moment the door slammed, and I went out, and saw my father standing in front of the fireplace with a dull face and red eyes, and said to me in a numb tone: "Your mother is gone!" .”

I went to my mother and Mr. Randall's wedding where my mother asked me to call Tony Randall "brother" and Margaret Randall "sister" and I stoned Tony's Eyes, pushing Margaret into the mud in the stables.I ended up being locked up by my mom, and the last memory I have of that wedding is struggling, kicking, and screaming at my mom in her wedding dress, "I hate you, I hate you! I hope Randall Dump you like he dumped his ex-wife!"

With a "snap", my mother slapped me.

I thought that was the last time I saw her, but I didn't expect that after they got married, my father was completely ruined.He developed a habit of drinking and was suspended from St. Mungo's Hospital.Our economic situation is getting worse and worse, so that on the eve of the start of my second grade, I had to stand in Mr. Landauer's study, facing the pious Mr. Landauer and his indifferent and calm mother, waiting for him Write me a check for tuition and living expenses.

It was August 1940. I walked out of Mr. Randall's study and saw Margaret's disdainful eyes.Her brother Tony was also beside her, and said to me with a concerned and friendly look, "Lizzie, the air raid siren is going off outside, don't go home by yourself, use my fireplace."

I glanced at him indifferently, and said a dirty word through my teeth: "Go away."

"Lizzie! Don't talk to your brother like that!" my mother snapped after me. "Come with me."

I remember that the big bombing started in September 1940. From the end of August, the air defense sirens hovered over the whole city from time to time. Waterloo Station was crowded with children evacuating to the countryside and troops going to the front. The city was drowned in a fog of panic and anxiety.

The "Daily Prophet" is also full of the Ministry of Magic's strategy to deal with this Muggle War. They use some big houses in the countryside with powerful magic protection barriers as free shelters, and all wizards and wizards in London and other big cities can Go for refuge.Hogwarts is not closed, but Platform Nine and Three Quarters in London is temporarily closed. We need to use the Floo powder to go to Hogsmeade by ourselves. The letter from the school states the arrival time of everyone and the name of the store, staggering the arrival time of everyone to avoid congestion on the Floo network.Children from Muggle families would be accompanied by teachers from the school to use the fireplace in nearby wizarding families.

"We will use all our resources and efforts to ensure the safety of the wizarding world, while not interfering in the affairs of the Muggle world," the Minister for Magic said in a speech to the country on the eve of a major bombing. Let’s get through this difficult time together.”

The children in the orphanage also began to evacuate gradually. For this reason, Professor Dumbledore personally came to Leicester Street once, cast a confusion spell on Mrs. Cole of the orphanage, and arranged for Tom to return one week before the start of school. School——After the orphans are evacuated, the orphanage will be converted into a field hospital, and Tom can no longer live there.

August happened to be the day when British soldiers on leave went to the front.During that time, I hated going home the most, so I stood on the street every day in the sweltering heat of the afternoon, happily watching military trucks full of soldiers in British uniforms driving past Waterloo Station.I was wearing what I thought was the prettiest goose-yellow shirt, tucked into an old white taffeta skirt with red dots that came up to my knees, and I jumped up and down happily, facing the British soldiers in the car. Waving, those handsome boys also smiled at me.

I like these soldiers.I like brave men who love the motherland and are passionate about the battlefield.

Sometimes Tom would laugh at me as he passed by on the street: "You look like a real Muggle."

At that time, we had been in Hogwarts for a year. He and I were not in the same house at school, and we usually only met to say hello.Over the past year, Tom has become a lot more refined. When I saw him in school uniform and tie, I couldn't imagine how savage he used to be.

The relationship between me and him has also become a lot more polite, and it is no longer as rough and presumptuous as it was back then.Anyway, one evening during the summer vacation that year, when I was wandering in the street, I happened to meet Tom, and the long air-raid siren sounded suddenly in the night sky of London, and everyone around screamed and ran.I was still wearing the light yellow shirt, with the ragged hat on my hair, looking around helplessly. Tom took my hand and ran to the air-raid shelter. I didn’t shake him off. It's not fun to be killed by melon's shells.

The air-raid shelter is in the original subway station.Three or four blocks of people poured in, so crowded that there was not even room to stand.Tom and I ran to a corner and he was taller than me and stood next to me, using his arms to give me a space from the others to push and push.

I leaned my back against the wall, facing Tom, watching the ceiling light nervously.The air-raid shelter is getting more and more crowded, and the air is getting more and more dirty.My hands would touch Tom's legs if I put them in front, so I put them behind my back like a ridiculous schoolgirl.

I saw that he was also trying not to touch me.

The canary yellow shirt I was wearing was Margaret's old dress.I left the top button unbuttoned because it was too hot during the day.Tom stares unnaturally at the wall behind my shoulder, trying not to meet my eyes.

His discomfort made me wonder, "Does he really want me to kiss him?"

I always thought it was just one of all his nasty jokes.

Thinking of this, my heart jumped up.I really wanted to escape, but the crowd around me was getting more and more crowded and we couldn't move at all.At this moment, the two hunchbacked old gentlemen were pushed behind Tom, he was squeezed, and then he was completely attached to me.

My chin was on his left shoulder, and my nose was filled with that awful familiar smell of ink and wood.I can't see his face, but I can see his ears are red.

At this moment, the sound of an explosion was heard from a distant place, several people screamed, the ceiling of the air-raid shelter shook, sand fell from the cracks in the ceiling, the electric light on the top flickered, hissed for a while, and snapped. It went off with a bang.

Suddenly, there was another scream in the air-raid shelter.

It was the first time in my life that I felt that I might actually die.I lay next to Tom's ear and said sadly, "If we were killed in the next second, what would you most regret not doing?"

His body stiffened for a moment, and he didn't make a sound.I pulled my hand from behind, hugged his waist, turned my head, and kissed him on the cheek.

That was our first kiss.