[HP] Tom next door to Mary

Mary sat up dazedly.

The ground was wet, and her long golden hair was also wet.

She remembered seeing a green light before she fell into a coma, and the "Avada Kedavra" curse...

But she didn't die?

Mary bit her lower lip, and the tiny movement made her feel the blood under her nose, wouldn't she?She was left with only a nosebleed after being hit by Avada?

"you're awake."

The voice belonged to Tom Riddle, but his tone was higher and cooler than she remembered.

Was it the Unforgivable Curse he cast on her?No, that voice is more immature.

In the dim light, Mary managed to see him—his features were blurred, grotesquely distorted like burnt wax.

Like in that dream.

"Tom!" She exclaimed with certainty, and began to back away panickingly, "You—Voldemort!"

"You can call me by that name too." Seeing Mary like this, he lifted his chin slightly, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, no different from a monster in an adventure story.

"Are you going to kill me?" She frantically searched for her wand, but found nothing. "But your magic power has not fully recovered, so I'm still alive, right?"

"I wish you would stop making such wild guesses." His hand was playing with Mary's ebony wand, which "he" hadn't touched in decades.

"Then who else can be? I guessed it, don't forget that we have lived together for so many years! You are a Horcrux, and you want to reproduce the secret room incident before fifty to complete what you didn't complete at that time!"

"Well, maybe I had this idea at first, but it's not important anymore, is it?" He listened to the insults from Mary with a blank face, and even extended his hand to her, "Come with me, I've been waiting for you for a long time gone."

She ignored Riddle's "invitation", stood up by herself, and simply tidied up the skirt - she found that she was too dirty now.

She found herself standing next to a huge snake skin, green and bright, it looked like the skin of a poisonous snake, coiled and lying on the tunnel floor, the inside was empty.

She felt like throwing up for a moment, but it was Tom Riddle who made her sicker.

She guessed that the basilisk was not far away, and that tonight she might really come to the end of her life.

Well, let's see where she can stop Tom Riddle.

She followed Riddle through the tunnel to a solid wall carved with two intertwined snakes with large, shining emeralds in their eyes.

Riddle said something in a snake-like voice, and the two snakes separated and slid out of her sight.

She glanced at Riddle, and found that his face was still expressionless, maybe it would be superfluous to say that he made any expressions like this.She didn't hesitate and followed up.

They stood on one side of a long, dimly lit room. Many stone pillars carved with coiled serpents soared to support the ceiling that melted into the darkness above, filling the whole room with a green and mysterious atmosphere. Casting a long and treacherous black shadow.

And the stone statue in the middle seems to be Slytherin himself. It has an old, monkey-like face and a long sparse beard that almost reaches the hem of the wizard's robe carved in stone. Standing with thick feet on the smooth floor of the room.

And between the two big feet, there was a huge cauldron, and a mouse-like man was stirring it with a huge wooden stick. His movements couldn't help trembling, and he glanced at the black figure beside him from time to time.

A few shadowy things stood around, as if picking and choosing his movements.

The liquid in the crucible seemed to heat up very quickly.The surface not only began to boil, but sparked, as if on fire.The steam became thicker and thicker, blending everyone's appearance into one, and the blurred snake's face flew into the air along the steam. This situation was very similar to the evil/religion/law scene of the Muggle TV series that Mary watched.

"I think we have to talk about the fact that the Horcrux has self-awareness. It seems that things can't go as expected." Mary saw clearly that one of the Riddles seemed to be more...serious than the one next to her. , a flat face full of evil.It might be called indescribable.

"It depends on who has the most right to speak among them." Riddle next to her picked up his words, "It seems that you are not pleasing among them."

He doesn't have the right to talk about others like this.

Mary felt that her mentality was pretty good, and she still wanted to complain about Riddle.

"Ah, Mary."

When Mary saw this man, her heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help shouting at him: "I handed you over to Chris! Where's Chris?! What did you do to him!"

Here are five Riddles!Five Horcruxes!

"He foolishly thought that he could really control his father's Horcrux, and he is already lying in the school hospital. If I hadn't tried it with the reduction spell, I really wouldn't believe that this idiot is my son, or Did it follow your IQ? What an idiot, Mary, you are all." The diary said darkly, his expression was gloomy, as if he couldn't speak in it, and he could only vent his anger on Mary.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

A sharp and cold voice came from one of the bundles, "Hurry up!"

The man who looked like a mouse timidly turned over the bundle, revealing a slimy, ugly, eyeless thing—no, it was even scarier than this, a hundred times scarier.What Wormtail carried looked like a curled up baby, and she had never seen anything less like a baby.It has no hair, and it seems to have scales on its body. Its skin is dark and red, like wounded tender flesh.Its arms and legs were thin and limp, and its face--no living child had such a face--was that of a flat snake with sparkling red eyes.

Mary felt disgusted, but he was like Voldemort with "****".

He hugged the thing to the edge of the cauldron, and none of the surrounding Riddles stopped him.

She needs to stop!

"You won't succeed! Voldemort!" She ran quickly, but was hit by a curse behind her and couldn't move.

And the man grinned disgustingly, and he put the thing in the cauldron, and it sank with a hiss.In the huge secret room, she heard the soft sound of its limp body touching the bottom of the cauldron.

"Mary. We kindly brought you here because we need a witness. Don't worry. After we are resurrected, you will become the first believer again." The man behind her put his arms around her waist, as if It was a deliberate reminder to knead the mark he had carved on her body with his fingers.

"Master, I, I am also your believer!" The mouse-like man flattered himself, fearing that he would be silenced immediately.

"Do it now! Wormtail, you cowardly wretch!"

The voice of the man named Wormtail trembled as if he had been deranged with fright.

He raised his wand, closed his eyes, and said to one of the Riddles, "The father's bone, donated by accident, can make your son regenerate!"

That Riddle, if she reads it correctly, is a ring Horcrux—Riddle of each period is clearly engraved in her mind, something in his hand rose into the air in response to Wormtail's call, and fell gently into the crucible.

Wormtail drew another long, thin, silvery dagger from under his cloak.His voice turned into a sob of extreme fear: "The servant's - meat - is - voluntarily donated, so that - your master - can be reborn."

He stretched out his right hand—one finger was missing in the first place, then tightly grasped the dagger with his left hand, and swung it towards his right hand.

His screams echoed in the secret room, but except for himself and Mary, everyone was expressionless.

She heard something hit the ground, Wormtail gasping in agony, followed by a sickening splash as something was thrown into the cauldron.

Wormtail was still groaning in pain, gasping as the liquid in the cauldron turned bright red, he continued: "The blood of the enemy... forced to sacrifice... can bring your enemy... back to life. "

hater?Where?Is it her?

She wanted to struggle, wanted to stop all this, but nothing seemed to be able to stop her. She looked at Wormtail motionlessly with a humble look, her eyelids drooping, and she was asking someone for instructions.

Then Mary completely subverted her cognition——

She saw Harry Potter coming out from behind the cauldron, his height made it impossible for her to notice him, why was Harry here.Why did he also show the exact same expression as Voldemort?Why are his eyes red like a poisonous snake?

Even he is not forced.For a 12-year-old child, he didn't even blink when the point of the dagger was stuck in the crook of his arm and blood ran down the torn sleeve of his robe.

"Mary, are you curious?" Harry said in a superior tone, just like Voldemort, "Actually, I should be more surprised than you, how I left a piece of my soul on this boy on the night of the murder on the body."

What? !Harry is also Riddle's Horcrux? !

This immature voice turned out to be him!It was the Horcrux lurking on Harry who cast the Unforgivable Curse on her!

That all made sense, a second-year kid cast the spell on her, and it made her nose bleed at best.

The Riddle that existed in him was Voldemort through and through.

She couldn't stop it all, resentment burned in her heart, I hope this monster in the cauldron is already drowned, don't make it, don't make it, don't make it!

Mary prayed in her heart, but her prayers were not that effective.

The cauldron was about to boil, and diamond-like sparks flew out, so bright and dazzling that everything around them turned a black velvet color.

Suddenly, the spark on the crucible went out.A white steam rose from the cauldron, obscuring everything.

Mary felt the invisible force controlling her body disappear, along with the force that hugged her waist.

Finally, through the white mist in front of her eyes, she saw with horror the black figure of a man slowly rising from the cauldron, tall and thin, like a skeleton.

Wormtail hastily pulled the robe off the ground with one good hand and draped it over him, while the man looked at Mary lazily, she didn't know how to describe his current appearance.

He still looked a lot like the Tom Riddle she knew, but thin and malnourished.

His eyes were scarlet, like a poisonous snake, and his every move was full of evil and danger.

The liquid covered his body, like a monster emerging from an egg, every move was very deadly.

All Horcruxes are gone, only Mary, a wounded Wormtail, and an unconscious Harry.

Tom - Voldemort is back.

"Oh, Mary, hello." His voice was high-pitched, showing uncontrollable excitement, "Fresh body, after 50 years. I think you must be very happy."

"I wish you would die, Tom." Mary said viciously, looking at Harry who had fainted on the ground from time to time.

"Well... I don't like the name very much. I wish you would call me Voldemort. It's a good name for submission, isn't it?" He reached into a deep pocket and pulled out a wand that belonged to him. that one.

He stroked his wand lightly, and when Wormtail saw that he had taken out his wand, he quickly crawled to his side and begged him, "Master, my arm, you promised me..."

"Go away!" The disturbed Riddle's veins twitched, and he swung Wormtail far away with his wand, leaving him crying in a corner.

"Is this your servant?" Mary raised her eyebrows, thinking of angering him even more, she wanted to die with him.

"Oh, Mary, don't I still have you?" He evoked a playful smile, and suddenly, like a schizophrenic, he said affectionately in the next second: "After you left, I tried to find all kinds of magical resurrection You, even time magic, I have to say that black magic is the most wonderful among them, but unfortunately, why didn't you resurrect early? Perhaps our relationship will not come to this point."

"Don't make excuses for yourself." Mary stepped forward, and now that she was here, she was not afraid of anything.

She wanted to protect Harry and kill Riddle.

"What I said is true. I was sad for a long time after you left." He frowned, as if he was really sad. Suddenly, his face changed again, and he raised his wand at Harry with a grim expression: " Oh, nasty savior!"

"Your stupid mother saved you, my father brought me back to life! He's a Muggle and a schmuck...just like your own mother. But they all have uses, don't they? When you were little, your mother Died to protect you...I killed my father, you see how useful he was after death..."

"But—Avada—" The tip of his wand glowed green—

When it was too late, Mary flew directly to Harry's side, using her body to protect the boy. The expected green light did not hit her body, but deviated a degree and hit the ground.

She heard another crisp sound, and opened her eyes to see her wand thrown to the ground by him.

"Duel, Mary." He paced back and forth, his red eyes glancing greedily at Mary, and said in an odd tone: "Let's duel all over again, one last time, until one side falls, oh—Merlin, It's not normal, I've become quite pitiful, what do you think, Mary. I think the soul in my body is not merging as I wish, oh, it's bad, it's bad."

He's completely insane, and the language has become so trivial because he doesn't do it like in the books about Horcruxes-the way to fuse souls is true confession, and he obviously doesn't want to.

There are at least six pieces of soul in his body vying for sovereignty.

Holding his forehead, he shouted at Mary, "Take up your wand and fight me! Mary!"

"You are not you anymore, Tom." Without hesitation, Mary picked up the wand and put a powerful armor on Harry, then pointed at Riddle and said, "You can no longer carry out your so-called career, You are completely insane and I will put you in a madhouse!"

"Shut up! Mary! Shut up!" he yelled at Mary, but the soul in his body had had enough for him, and immediately, he had learned a lot of graceful postures like a teenager, "Before the duel Let's bow to each other first, dear."

Riddle raised his wand, and Mary felt her spine hunched, as if an invisible hand was pressing mercilessly forward on her back.

She was extremely humiliated, thinking that even if she couldn't beat him, she would give him a little bit of suffering.

The duel began.

Every attack of his avoids her vitals, as if he knows where her abilities are, and he just uses a lower magic power to tease her. He enjoys the joy of playing with her, but every time Mary Blocking is between life and death.

"Run, Mary!" He yelled frantically, shooting countless spells from his wand, and the walls of the secret room were continuously knocked down with stones, "The loser will just run away! I gave you a chance! Again, every time, You can't count on me never wanting you to die!"

"You've already made me die once!" Although Mary was in a panic, she still grabbed the gap and attacked him with magic, but failed, and he easily blocked the spell before it even got close to him.

"I didn't! You didn't die!" He seemed to have thought of something, his beautiful face was full of ferocity, and he covered his head in pain, "You didn't die! It doesn't count! That time doesn't count! If I want to! I have many I could have killed you this time! But I didn't! Mary!"

"Is this your confession?" When this opportunity came, she thought that the best way to deal with the current Riddle was a mental attack. Mary took a gamble and approached Riddle from the side. His face was full of pain—she knew that One of the ways that Riddle hates the most—

"Legiliency Fetch!!!"

A white light flashed, and she heard Voldemort howling, angry, and clamoring to kill her.

Mary's eyes were dark.

She saw that after her death, Riddle also disappeared, and he traveled around, using strange magic, gradually leading to evil ways.

He divided his soul into many slices. In the first slice, he abandoned his youthful exuberance.In the second film, he abandoned his confusion.In the third film, he abandoned his feelings, his new life, his past with her, he became more cruel and violent, and he approached eternal life.

The fourth piece, the fifth piece...

He has changed from the top student praised by everyone to a person who cannot be called by his first name in the world.

Like a star, falling.

Gradually, a secret door appeared in front of her out of thin air.

Knowing that this was her last step with him, she opened it without hesitation.

The inside looks out of place with the outside, and corpses are scattered all over the house.

And she saw Riddle sitting on the highest throne in the middle, wearing a dark red velvet cloak and holding a golden crown in his hand.

"Mary."

He spoke, and the familiar voice awakened her memory.

"Are you Tom or Voldemort?" She tried to point her wand at him, but found it was empty.

"There is no difference." He was on the throne, high above.

Marching towards the high throne, Mary asked him, "So when did you get that name?"

"A long time ago."

"But you never told me. Tom, what am I in your heart? Is it a tool to prevaricate Professor Dumbledore?" She stepped on the bones, making the sound of bones breaking with every step.

"You are Mary, and only Mary." He seemed to sigh. "I cast that spell on me again, and I hate you so much. I wish you could die."

"Voldemort will want me to die, but Tom won't, oh, maybe he just thinks about it." Mary took a step in the air, her calf slamming into the pile of bones, and she saw that Riddle's position seemed to be farther away from her , higher.

"You and I have known each other since we were young. Since childhood, you have been a different kind of child, always fighting with me, but we are the same, we have magic, but we have taken different paths, but who knows that we will end up the same way in the end. Together—although you have used some dirty tricks, you have to admit that you love me." Mary struggled to lick her calf from the pile of bones, and the bones cut her skin and bled profusely.

But she couldn't feel the pain, and she was still struggling to climb up, and continued: "After being with me, your ability still doesn't support your ambition. You hurt me, but you regret it very much, because you love me! You You don't even know how much you love me! You coward! You dare not admit that you love me madly!"

"You nonsense—you're just blocking my roots! You traitor! You've betrayed me!" Riddle's empty expression finally faltered, and his crown tilted a little in his rage.

"Yeah, you coward can only deny it! Because you are afraid, afraid of being known by others, because you are just an ordinary mortal! You added the Dark Lord and the heir of Slytherin yourself! You and I The same! A body of flesh and blood, the heart will beat, and it will also throb when injured!"

"Enough, enough!" He pointed at Mary, and several skulls flew towards her, but she easily dodged them.

"Then how do you explain your horcruxes? They all have their own ideas, because they are all you. If you separate them, can you be ruthless? You are unwilling, your life experience makes you feel Not love, but you still have me, you have to remember, you and your parents have completely different lives!"

Riddle finally couldn't sit still in his seat. He flew down from above and stopped in front of Mary. The leather shoes stepped on her hand, and his delicate face collapsed.

"Get out of my mind! Get out—"

Mary couldn't stand his strong magic power suppression, and the moment she let go, she quickly grabbed Riddle's ankle, and pulled him to roll down the mountain of bones together.

The throne crumbled, and they were buried among the bones, unseen.

Finally, half of Mary emerged from somewhere, breathing heavily.

Immediately afterwards, she was twisted and twisted by something—she slapped Riddle on the face.

"It's not over, Tom!" Mary's fist landed on his face, which was bleeding. "I'll tell you right now, you miserable man! I'll part ways with you forever, and I'll be happy forever." , Live this life happily! And you will just look at me helplessly, being tortured by your so-called eternal life! I will—”

"No! You won't succeed!" Riddle was stimulated, he finally came back, straddled Mary, pinched her neck with both hands, he spoke quickly, with uncontrollable excitement, "I Will make the world submit to me! And you will look at my success and ask for my forgiveness, I will remove all obstacles, I will take you back, listen to your pleas, listen to your regrets, Mary, Mary, Mary, you Please, keep begging, I will forgive you and you will be by my side..."

"I don't..." She fumbled with her hands, picked up a skeleton and threw it on his head, leaving blood on Riddle's forehead.

"Then how about I trap you here? Just like this, I will monopolize you and let you watch me succeed step by step, Mary, come with me—"

"But I don't love you anymore, Tom." Mary said this in a low voice, but Riddle listened, and he felt something suddenly shrink back, which was worse than when he became an appearance worse than his soul. Pain.

He felt as if he was going to die, and let go of the restraint on Mary. He watched her calmly, and Mary was also panting because of the exhaustion, touching the next skull with her hand, thinking nervously how to resist his next move action.

At the last moment, an incredible scene appeared in his mind——

In the crowd, he could still see her at a glance.

The surrounding crowd seemed to have turned into gouache paintings washed by water, gradually dissolving and blurring.

Mary, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, became more and more clear.

Her hair is much longer, only slightly curly at the bottom.The face hasn't changed much, it's still very small, and when it's expressionless, it always looks innocent, the difference is that now it adds a bit of charm.

Christopher was holding Mary's hand, he seemed to be well taken care of, his lovely face was full of displeasure, he was probably begging for something.

Their clothes were still plain, but very respectable.

At this time, the street was extremely quiet, and he could even hear the small sound of his Adam's apple rolling.

"Mary."

Mary heard his voice, paused, and immediately recognized him. She looked at him, picked up the child, and walked towards Riddle.

Her smile was faint, but her emerald green eyes couldn't help revealing joy, as if she could speak.

But there is no going back.

There is no more Mary in what he has to do, and he will never be needed in the life after Mary.

Because she doesn't love him anymore.

Tom Riddle is like a mad dog, resentful of everything around him, he cursed his fate, watered his life with venom, but when Mary said that to him, many things became meaningless, he looked at Mary He knew that he should let go completely.

Their lives have long been divergent, and this is the last conscience and the last redemption.

"But I admit, I love you very much." He leaned forward and tried to kiss her lips, "Maybe I love you more than you think, because I always lie."

"But I'm destined to go, I can't stop, our paths are different."

"I'll always be on your side."

"Oh, that's just what I want."

Everything finally returned to calm, the bones slowly melted, and the room of that year was built, and the orange light illuminated people warmly.

Here is Tom Riddle 50 years later, passionately kissing his soon-to-be-parted lover.

Before I leave, I want to kiss the girl I love the most.

The author has something to say: Riddle and Mary are destined to be people on two paths. They have met and loved each other, but in the end, it is time for Riddle to let go. This is his last tenderness and a redemption for him .

If you ask me why I arranged it, it may be like the title: After the storm in the hometown.

Their lives don't stop there, so there's going to be a next chapter.

ps This chapter has the original text and the last sentence of the mad dog is a rewrite of a sentence from the Benjamin Button movie.

small theater:

虫尾巴:这是我可以看的吗？我是注定活不过今晚了吧！感谢在2021-04-1117:46:05~2021-04-1216:31:45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 threw the mine: hee hee 1;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: joking with Marysu 3 bottles;

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