[HP] The Tweed River flows

What should come will come after all.From the moment I fell in love with Paris, this storm was doomed, and I couldn't escape it.

After talking to my mother that night, I was blissfully thinking about how to break the news to Paris.As a result, two days later, my mother suddenly regretted it.

She sent an elf to me with a short note, in a few words, firmly and relentlessly:

Helena, I forbid you to see that Muggle boy ever again.Don't run around anymore, I'll let the elf watch over you.Don't try to bargain with me, this is my final decision.Also, there will be guests at home tonight, so remember to dress formally for dinner.

I squeezed the letter paper with trembling hands and my eyes turned black, and I could hardly understand the words on it.Ignoring the house-elf's thin arms trying to hold me back, I rushed out of the room.

"What do you mean?" I pushed the door open regardless of politeness, and glared at my mother with the letter in my hand.

"Helena, you should knock," said my mother, who sat at the dresser without looking up at me.

"Fuck the politeness! What does this letter mean?" My blood surged, this was the first time I uttered foul words, and it was still in front of my mother.

"I think that's pretty clear in that letter," said the mother quietly, not seeming surprised at all.

"why?"

"He...is not the right person for you."

"You have no right to do that!"

"It's enough that I have the ability," she said lightly, "If you go to him again, I will modify his memory and make him forget everything."

"Then I will hate you forever!"

The mother's hand holding the comb trembled, and she took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "I will do whatever it takes to stop you. Tonight I invited Baro and his mother to my house for dinner. After so long, it's time Thinking about your marriage."

I ran out of the room in a fit of rage, and stormed out of the Ravenclaw mansion before anyone could stop me.

When I was young, I often cried alone on the bed, hating my weakness and powerlessness.As I grew up, however, I gradually realized that there is a world of difference between weakness and powerlessness.Powerlessness is essentially a state caused by the outside world; and all the consequences of weakness are caused by oneself.I discovered that the root of past pain was not powerlessness, but weakness in myself.It's not that I don't have rights, but that I don't have the courage to fight for them.

I ran out of the gate crying, and down the Tweed.The sadness that had been pent up in my heart for many years erupted in an instant, and the idea of ​​escaping here has never been as strong as it is at this moment.When I was a little girl, I didn't know where I wanted to go, where I could go; but now that I'm an adult, no one can stop me.

I managed to get myself a long cloak, and walked around the Muggle villages with the hood on.Their villages and towns are more prosperous than I imagined, and there is even a small market.Paris told me that he lived near the center of the village, but didn't give me the exact address.I could only wander around the busiest streets in the village, waiting for Paris to appear.

I searched and searched all day, and when it was almost evening, I finally saw him.

Paris was walking with his friends, and he was gasping for breath when I stopped him.

"Helena?" He looked at me with teary eyes in disbelief and asked, "Why are you here?"

The friends next to me began to boo badly ("Did you owe some kind of romantic debt to the family?"), and Paris pulled me away from his group of friends.If I have other thoughts, I will definitely ask him to understand, but I can't care about anything at the moment.

"What happened to you?" Paris found a secluded place and asked me, "Why did you disappear for so many days?"

My last restraints crumbled at this meager concern.

"Take me away! Please! Take me away! I don't want to go back again, I don't want to see them again!" I cried and threw myself on his shoulder, tightly clutching the clothes behind him, Trembling, unscrupulously exposing his weakest and most vulnerable side.I don't want to pretend anymore, I am exhausted and can no longer support that beautiful shell.I am not the calm, outstanding, wise, beautiful Ravenclaw, I am just Helena, the impulsive, jealous, timid and selfish Helena.I'm tired.I'm done.

"Helena, what's going on?" he said in surprise, instead of pushing me away, he put a hand on my back in embarrassment, comforting me like he comforted his sister.

I gave a brief account of my conflict with my mother, passing vaguely about magic and parentage, and emphasizing her determination to arrange a marriage for me that she did not like.After listening, Paris said nothing, with a stern expression.

"What are you going to do?" he asked quietly.

"I don't plan to go back. They will definitely force me to marry him when I go back," I replied in a muffled voice, watching his expression through my eyelashes. "I want to go with you, Paris."

He froze for a moment and asked, "Why do you have to leave?"

"They won't let me go," I clenched his sleeves in horror. "They will definitely find ways to catch me back. This place is too close, and they will find this place in a short time!"

"Just so I could talk to your family about—"

"It's impossible...you can't convince them," I said hoarsely, "I wouldn't have escaped if it was possible..."

"You escaped?" Paris was shocked.

"That's right," I wrung my hands anxiously, "I don't know if they can find this place, or it's just a matter of time before they find this place... In short, we can't stay here for long. We must go to a place beyond my mother's reach -"

"Helena, calm down, it's not that bad. I think... well... first we need to have a good talk with your family. I may not have told you that my father is the mayor of the town, and he is here This place should still have some prestige—"

"Oh no—Paris, why don't you understand, there is no way out now." Seeing his swearing appearance, I almost cried out.

"Okay, okay, let's not discuss this issue," he looked at me awkwardly, as if he was very troubled, "but if you don't want to go back, you have to find a place to live first..."

There's nowhere else in the Muggle village for me to stay.In desperation, Paris took me to his house.

The Paris family lived in the village very close to the market place.A tan three-story detached house, compared with the dilapidated small bungalows next to it, looks brand new and stylish.Ravenclae House is uniform in style and tastefully decorated, like the spotless sanctuary of the gods.But the Paris house is completely opposite, the interior is spacious and bright, without deliberate decoration, but bright warm colors are dancing everywhere.Not luxurious, not elegant, but like a real, warm and even chaotic home.

"Don't look at it yet, follow me," Paris said nervously, beckoning me to go inside.

I nodded, looked away from the living room, and followed him to a small room on the corner of the third floor.

"Well... Helena, I think I can only wrong you to stay here for a while... Then I will help you find a way..." He scratched his hair and said shyly, "There will always be servants to clean the guest rooms, but this One has been used as a utility room for a long time. Normally, no one would come."

I looked around. The orange curtains were drawn tightly, and the linen carpet was covered with dust.There was a small narrow bed against the wall, and next to the bed was a sundry shelf as high as the roof, on which books and various things that had not been used for a long time were piled up.

Not too bad, I thought.After all, the moment I ran out, I was ready to live on the street.That night, I stayed at Paris's house.Late in the night, I wrote Searle a letter telling her of my recent situation, and hurriedly dressed and went to bed.I was so exhausted and exhausted after a long and grueling day that I almost fell asleep as soon as I lay down.It was supposed to be a night of sound sleep and dreamless sleep, but I didn't sleep well.

I had a long dream in which there was nothing but my mother calling my name constantly.Tears soaked the collar and pillow unknowingly, and I cried sadly in my sleep, but I forgot why my heart hurt so much.

"Helena...Helena...Helena..."

The voice repeated softly, sadly, wearily, desperately, tirelessly, over and over again, seemingly without end.