[HP] Tom next door to Mary

In the empty and dry basement, a man and a woman cuddle up to each other.But looking carefully, it was the black-haired man who was holding one of the woman's arms, brushing up her thin and soft golden curly hair, dipping the transparent ointment with his fingertips, and gently applying it on her back.

The spine is uneven under the woman's fair skin, and the paste has been rolled and stretched, reflecting a layer of shiny light on the skin.

This ointment must be able to bring some stimulation—the woman frowned almost once, and her rejection and disgust were beyond words.

"Do you still feel the pain?" He asked her softly, as if coaxing, but completely disregarding that the instigator was himself.

"Come on, Tom." The woman's body trembled slightly, but she seemed to have given up struggling, "Don't be obsequious, that's how you treat your 'friends'—fortunately, I still believe that you really have something... ...well, friend."

"I'm sorry, I thought you didn't resist, and I thought you had accepted it. Do you know? If you used Avada Kedavra instead of Legilimency, it would definitely not be the current situation—but I I don’t think your killing spell is too effective, forget it.” Riddle raised his eyebrows expressionlessly, put the medicine bottle aside, and quietly waited for the woman’s next words.

Her makeup has been completely wiped off, and the dim light casts a warm glow on her eyelashes and casts a shadow under her green eyes.

"Need I remind you that you used a confinement spell on me?" She said sarcastically, "Or did Horcruxes make your memory decline? You often tell me that you can't die, but it's true—or use Such a sinister way, then, when you are old enough to lose all your teeth, and you can't move in bed, life would be better than death?"

She imagined the scene—an old Tom Riddle almost shriveled into a ball, but couldn't reach the glass of water by the bed.She laughed nastyly, and gasped and groaned: "You use other people's lives to seek eternal life? It's disgusting, you're disgusting, Tom, you despicable wretch—"

"Shut up." They were obviously very close, absorbing each other's body temperature, but their words were vicious, completely merciless. Let a small number of people make sacrifices—you know, with revolution there is always blood."

"Bah, don't you brainwash me with your pure blood theories, you're for yourself! What do you think I am, Tom, those 'disgusting mudbloods' you tell your friends about 'Do they know, Tom, you're a half-breed?"

"Mary, I didn't share my memory for you to talk about it." He was clearly getting angry, especially when he heard the word mixed race, which greatly touched his bottom line.He is no longer the 16-year-old boy who could put on a pure blushing face and tell Principal Armando "I am a half-breed", he has turned "Tom Riddle is a half-blood wizard" into a secret.

Voldemort is a descendant of the great wizard Slytherin, a perfect pure-blood wizard.

"Thank you for sharing, the smell of blood is enough to give me nightmares." Mary rolled her eyes and curled her lips mockingly: "It seems that they don't know anymore."

"What, are you going to tell them?" He still circled her without changing his position.

"Why should I talk to your cronies! I, I'm going to tell the people in the institute! Tell the Ministry of Magic, let the Aurors put you all in Azkaban!" She became emotional, The voice raised, but still could not escape his imprisonment.

After the excitement, Mary suddenly felt dizzy, as if the oxygen was being slowly drawn away.

Something is wrong, this is not the effect of the imprisonment spell.

"Mary, it seems that aging has not diminished your innocence. Who are you going to talk to?" Riddle didn't notice at first, and said casually: "Looking for that Prewett who married Blake? Do you think your old Lover will believe you? 'Help me my husband is crazy' Are you going to say that?"

He snorted and ran his fingertips through her long hair, "The most important thing is, do you think you can go out? I will continue to let you go?"

"Ah, you don't plan to let me live, do you?" Mary stared straight at Riddle, she wanted to reprimand loudly but she couldn't do it, her breathing became more and more difficult, and she desperately exhausted her last strength, "You You want to kill me——Tom, I thought you loved me! That's right, you never said that, our relationship is only about sex—and getting married is just because you are afraid that my memory will recover and I won't be able to catch it Me! You are afraid that I will tell others the truth and arrest you in Azkaban! Everything about you is shattered!"

"I'll kill you?" Riddle still didn't notice, his wound didn't take care of it, and his face twisted even more ferociously, like crazy, "If I wanted to get rid of you, I could have done it a long, long time ago, But I didn't! Mary, Mary, do you know what people will say afterward—'Poor Mrs. Riddle, mad at a young age, she can't live with her husband and son at all'."

"So... are you doing this now?" Mary's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally Riddle noticed.

"What?" There was a flash of panic in his eyes, "What are you doing, Mary?!"

Mary's face turned pale, and she gasped for air, but it didn't improve at all. Her arms began to turn black, and everything was heading towards irreversible fear.

Riddle immediately lifted Mary's restraining spell, but the image he had imagined of Mary jumping up and down, grabbing and biting him in a Muggle way didn't happen.Instead, Mary's arms drooped limply, twitching slightly.

"Mary? Mary!" He raised his wand, thinking of all the healing spells he knew, but nothing but watching her life go by.

It occurred to him at last, his Horcrux, the ring on which he had cast many kinds of dark magic—it had attacked Mary.

Damn it!Damn it!

The fatal attack, of his own making, was inevitable.Obviously checked yesterday or nothing!

"Mary! I'll take you to a therapist! It's okay, it's okay, Mary - hold on!"

He never expected that this would bring death to Mary—the Mary whom he had wanted to kill countless times was now in his arms, about to end her life.

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die..." Her voice was hopeless and helpless, just barely.

No matter how strong a person is in the face of death, he can only shout for help.

no no--

He said he wouldn't let Mary die!She is still so young, how could she die!She deserved to die only if he cast a death curse on her with his wand!

He wrapped Mary's body in a cloak, and transformed into a special treatment room of the Institute.

"Save her!" He yelled desperately, the wound on his face was torn open, leaving blood again, which shocked the therapists in the treatment room.

At this time, Riddle no longer had the arrogance and arrogance of the past, and his expression was flustered, just like the mortal he despises the most.

He noticed that Mary's hand was tugging at his sleeve, as if she was about to say something.

His Mary, trembling in his arms now.It wasn't like she had a fever with a red, cute mouth complaining about the changeable weather - fuck the fever, she was going to die!

"It's not some unbreakable spell, it's okay, you'll be fine." He pressed against her forehead, his voice was small and urgent.repeatedly.

But Mary just exhausted her last bit of strength and whispered as she used to.

Riddle froze.

These were the last words she said.

She died in his arms.

The funeral was held the next day.

Mary's coffin was placed in the center of the living room, unburied.The black wooden coffin was huge, and it was filled with pure white gardenias, making Mary look even smaller.

How did they say it?

"Poor Mrs. Riddle, fell ill with a strange disease at a young age, and left her husband and son."

He was dressed in black clothes as before, quietly looking at the woman lying quietly in the solid wooden coffin.

She is calm now, and there are no tears in the corners of her eyes.

She would no longer curse at him, nor smile at him.

He couldn't accept it. One second they were still arguing, and the next second she was lifeless and died forever.

Is everything his fault?

Do not……

"Mom won't come back?"

Their youngest son, Christopher, with red eyes and holding a bouquet of gardenias, looked up and asked Riddle.

He doesn't answer.

"How did mother die?"

Christopher lowered his head and smelled the scent of gardenias, and asked again.

"You go out, I want to stay here alone." He glanced at him.

"I also want to stay with my mother for a while, why don't you go out?" Christopher may be born to be at odds with his father. How could we suddenly get sick? How can we live without our mother?"

"Get out!" Riddle couldn't help it anymore, he began to scold him: "If it wasn't for you—forget it, get out!"

"I knew it! I knew it! If mom isn't here, you'll bully me! You won't treat me well!" Christopher hit Riddle's leg with his fist, "Mom shouldn't be with you!"

Suddenly, he seemed to be rebounded by some spell and fell to the ground.He held the gardenia tightly and yelled at him: "I want my mother!" Then he ran out of the living room - he knew he couldn't beat him.

Now only Riddle and Mary were left.

He still looked down at her condescendingly, and there was some indescribable fluctuation in his dark pupils.

His palm brushed against the edge of the wooden coffin, and then touched her face—wizards can use advanced spells to preserve corpses, and her body is still soft, not stiff.

He turned over and put his hands on the sides of her head, maintaining a kneeling posture and watching her.

Mary's appearance was no different from that of her life, more like she was asleep.

How can there be such a terrible thing as death.he thinks.

"Mary..."

At the end, he gave an almost reverent kiss before falling into the coffin with her.

"Go to hell, Tom Riddle."

Her last words.

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