[HP] Tom next door to Mary

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In the dark, she was sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, a strong tugging woke her up, accompanied by displeasure, she said in a daze, "What's wrong with you?"

He didn't speak, just hugged her tighter.Riddle's body was abnormally hot, and he was even restraining his trembling.

"Tom?"

After turning around with difficulty, Mary faced Riddle.She didn't know if she was hallucinating because she was too sleepy, but felt that his black pupils changed color, and a strange red flashed.

And immediately, the strange color disappeared again.It was so dark that even the sky outside hadn't turned white.

She thought for a few seconds, but couldn't explain this phenomenon, and could only attribute it to a misperception.

"Is it hurt?"

Riddle still didn't say anything, and Mary could hear his heavy breathing and irregular rhythm.

She hurriedly turned on the light beside the bed, and said anxiously, "Where is the injury? Let me deal with it for you briefly - working so late, and there is no therapist around?"

She reached for the wand on the bedside table and rolled up his sleeves. She found that blood vessels could be seen under Riddle's pale skin, and several old burns were horrific.

"Fortunately, you remembered to protect your hand this time." She touched his arm distressedly, sliding her fingertips across his scar, watching his skin turn pale abnormally, "I thought your hand was going to be scrapped last time." Lost."

"I'm not hurt, Mary." Riddle seemed to have returned to normal, he stopped trembling, his voice was unquestionable, and then stroked her palm soothingly, "I'm just a little tired, I'm sorry for waking you up."

After all, he pressed his temple with his knuckles with one hand, and unbuttoned his chest with the other hand, "Go to sleep, there are still a few hours."

Mary rubbed her eyes, her eyelids were only half open, and she reached out to help him unbutton him.Riddle leaned forward, his forehead against hers, like two close animals.

"Do it with me." He also started to take off her pajamas.

"How do you want to torment me?" Mary's eyes widened, feeling that his thoughts were unreasonable. "Who just told me to keep sleeping? I have to work tomorrow!"

She immediately answered him with the sound of slamming the covers back.

Mary is now working as an archivist at the Fire Dragon Research Institute where Riddle is working. Before that, she considered joining the medical team, but Christopher is still young and needs someone to take care of her. A simpler job is suitable for her.

Unexpectedly, just as Mary closed her eyes, the door was opened again.

And Riddle had just taken off his shirt halfway, when he saw his five-year-old son sticking his head out of the door, with his chin raised, trying to jump over him to look at the people behind him.

"Mary is asleep," he said impatiently, "why aren't you asleep yet?"

As if he didn't hear, Chris bounced to the bed with his hands behind his back, and climbed onto the bed lightly, "Mom?"

"Why don't you sleep?" Mary lifted the quilt and habitually moved to the side, giving Chris a place where he could sneak in.

Chris took out a book from behind his back like offering a treasure, and stuffed it into Mary's arms: "Mom, I wish you a happy birthday."

Looking at the unwrapped copy of "The Little Prince" in his hand, Mary found it more interesting than touching. She pretended to be a little girl and said, "But today is not my birthday."

"Ah! What!" Little Mr. Riddle was so shocked, he leaned half of his body out of the bed to hit Big Riddle, "You lied to me! You said that mom's birthday is today!"

Riddle felt that no matter how long it took, he would be bored, and just saying a word would increase his boredom value.He just wanted to drive him out of this bed, "No, so what, now is not the time for you to make noise, hurry up and get out."

"Mom..." Chris knows best - as soon as he is attacked by his father, he will shrink into his mother's arms and wait for comfort.

At this time Mary will come out to smooth things over.

"Tom, keep your voice down." Mary complained with her finger on her lips.

Riddle rolled his eyes. This was also the moment he hated the most in recent years. Mary would always side with Chris first and criticize him.

When Christopher saw his father deflated, he acted like a baby to Mary even more brazenly: "Mom, when is your birthday?"

"If I can get a birthday gift from Baby Chris today, then I will celebrate my birthday today." Her original birthday was scheduled for April [-]st - the day she was picked up, so it would not be a big deal to change the date Big deal.

"Why can't Dad remember your birthday?" Chris glanced at Riddle who had just laid down, and quickly got up to sleep on the other side, for fear that he would throw him outside.

"Dad may...haven't paid attention to this aspect." Mary wanted to find an excuse for Riddle. She didn't celebrate her birthday, and since she came out of Hogwarts, she had never paid any attention to Riddle.However, birthdays are dispensable items for both of them, and this does not affect their lives.

But children are different.

Chris lives in a well-to-do family with living parents, and his childhood needs are much more than they were when they were young.

"Then it's dad's fault." Chris rolled his beautiful eyeballs and pointed to "The Little Prince", "I'm different, I love my mother the most, I will give her a birthday present!"

"I didn't give you your pocket money?" Riddle put his arms around Mary's waist and pulled her to his side.

"But," Chris immediately thought of the rebuttal, "then you didn't buy gifts for mom with your money, I used all the money you gave me to buy this book."

Riddle looked at the miniature version of himself that was quite consistent with him, thinking that he would definitely spare a day when Mary was away, and teach him how to be like the group of people outside and learn what is called "respect".

Little Christopher felt that he had upgraded again, and took "The Little Prince" back into his hands. He opened Chapter 1 and pointed to Mary: "Mom, read me the story!"

"Tomorrow, don't you know how late it is?" Mary also felt a headache, the child had too much energy.

"But, Mom, this is a gift from me..." Christopher continued to play tricks, not letting go.

On the other hand, Mary tilted her head slightly, expressing her second dissatisfaction: "Tom, your arm is strangling me so tightly, I won't be able to sleep."

"Stop agreeing to his unreasonable demands." Riddle whispered in her ear, "It's just a birthday present, don't get too excited, Mary."

"I know, I know. Isn't that why you didn't let him go to Muggle primary school? Now he's playing at home with great energy every day." Mary responded to him impatiently, and at the same time took the book away and pressed it under the pillow, "Sleep , I will read it to you after get off work tomorrow."

"Okay then, it's done, mom." Chris, who was denied, also yawned in a timely manner, adjusted a comfortable posture, and fell asleep.

Mary originally thought that this kind of ordinary life would last forever, and that happiness would adorn her whole life.

However, on the second day, just to promise Chris to read the story, she hurriedly finished the work at hand, and when she got home from get off work early, she saw her very cute son squatting on the ground facing a dog. Bird, digging the soil with a small shovel.

To be exact, it was a dead sparrow with disheveled feathers and its head hanging limply. It should have been caused by a broken neck.

"What are you doing, Chris?" she wondered. "How did you meet this poor sparrow?"

"Wow! Mom! You're back! It's so early today!" Chris raised his head, but his hands kept moving, "I'm building a home for the little bird."

"settle down?"

"Yes, they will all have a home!" Christopher dug a small hole and put the little sparrow in. "Look, this is my home for it, and then they will accompany me when mother goes to work."

"What kind of nonsense is this? They? Are there more?" For some reason, Mary felt a chill down her spine, and the son in front of her suddenly became very strange.

"Yes, Mom. But they're not here today." Chris said sweetly, "Look, use this—"

He pulls out a shoddy black ring that Mary recognizes—it's Tom's student ring, but he hasn't worn it since a certain time, so how could Chris have it now?

She saw Chris holding the ring and kicking the bird a few times, and the bird miraculously stood up!It's just that the head is still tilted to the side!

"How did you do it?!" Mary was a little flustered, she suddenly remembered that there were many small potholes in the yard of her house - thanks to Merlin!She always just thought that Chris likes to pile up dirt like a normal kid!

This is definitely black magic!

However, how could Chris understand this level—even black magic like creating a ghost!

"I don't know, maybe this ring is useful." Chris didn't understand why Mary panicked, "I found it from Dad's studio, I sneaked in, and when you were sick, Dad wasn't there .I went to the basement, and there are a lot of weird magic in it, but it doesn't work for me - Dad is not very powerful at all!"

"Here, Mom." He held up the little sparrow that looked like a walking corpse, "It came back to life, isn't that a good thing?"

Mary took out her wand, "Drop it!"

"Why? Does it look different from the usual bird? But it is really good, it doesn't run away... other birds will not stop in my hand!" Chris said as usual Acting like a baby, trying to get Mary's favor, he didn't show any other expression on his face, just smiled innocently, but now it's like a terrible shadow imprinted in Mary's heart, "I want to raise it! Wait for other small animals I'll introduce them to you when I'm back, okay, Mom?"

"Drop it, Chris—and give me that ring! Come on!" This was the first time Mary yelled at Chris, and Chris was so overwhelmed that he put the sparrow down and cried stand up.

"Mom, don't kill me—"

She was too anxious, so she used her hand to snatch the ring from his hand, but was thrown out by a force!

In addition to the pain on the chest, it seemed that some spell had penetrated into her head, and her spirit was torn apart abruptly.

Her tinnitus continued, as if someone was banging on the glass in her ear over and over again.

"Mom, what's the matter with you, Mom? Don't scare me—I won't take this—I won't—" Chris hurriedly knocked the ring aside, and ran to Mary in a panic.

This made her even more dizzy.

A few paragraphs of another memory that she "never" experienced flashed in her mind. What is it?Why is it completely different from her memory?

Why did Tom pour her the potion?Why do they have a summer love song?And why did he say that he "shouldn't kill anymore"?

She was terrified, she didn't dare to think about why this ring gave her such an "illusion", she didn't dare to explore why this Tom's belonging had such a mysterious power, she didn't dare to think about how she had lived for so many years. What the hell did Tom Riddle do in the face!

He's just arrogant, irritable, bossy - he's done a lot of wrong things, even to her - isn't he getting better?Is he really correcting?

She thought she understood him, they understood each other—why had even Christopher become a stranger?

The pain overload combined with the indigestible reality overwhelmed her.

Eventually, she passed out.

The glass shattered, and so did the dream.

—Why are you destroying me again, Tom Riddle?

The author has something to say: Sorry for the lateness, the word count has not reached 555!

The setting is that Chris is very strong, and cheating is not a problem!

The result was really miserable... Tom's marriage was in jeopardy.

感谢在2020-12-1819:29:37~2020-12-2404:52:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: 46959463, 2 Mo Shu Ling Ge; little fox loves to eat peaches, Kaji_cypress, soda, self-knowledge, slightly slightly 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：德拉科的小天使20瓶；甜奶茶10瓶；晨颂5瓶；Kristin、瓜瓜子、妙喵2瓶；椋酱1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!