[HP] The Tweed River flows

I ran desperately in a gray mist, as if I was chasing someone.But the person I was chasing was always facing me straight ahead, and turned a deaf ear to my shouts.When I was finally discouraged and decided to leave, the man suddenly turned around:

"Helena! I beg you!" my mother called after me.

I stopped and turned around suddenly, suddenly lost my center of gravity, fell from a height, and fell on the cold and hard mud.

Cold rain fell from the sky, and cold winds blew from all directions.

where is this place?What am I doing again?How did things become like this?

Dreams dissipated, reality flooded in, and warm tears fell with the rain.I knew I could hold my wand against it, but I just hugged my knees and cried until my clothes were soaked in rain.

Scenes from leaving the Tweed replay in my head, watching myself jinx the terrified Muggles, watching my mother faint and leave laughing...is this really me?Since when did I become so crazy?

I cast the most vicious curse in the world on Paris. I wanted to punish him and make him suffer, but I still couldn't bear to kill him.I'm a selfish person, but I'm not a bad person, at least I hope not.

I stole my mother's crown because I wanted to take revenge on her and deprive her of her proudest treasure forever.So I ran all the way with my stolen goods, leaving the Tweed, leaving Scotland, leaving the British Isles, and setting foot on the European continent, across countless battlefields, all the way to the most primitive Albania.

Fumbling between my tear-soaked collar, I pulled out a thin metal chain and the silver picture frame—the only thing I had.I stared at the dull-colored double portrait inside: the woman had a soft face, sitting quietly on a chair with a smile on her face; the man was handsome and majestic standing behind her.

Who are you?Was father really a Muggle?I thought sadly, if this man is the father, then who is this woman?Why can't Muggle portraits talk to people like wizards?

I kissed this cold pendant with tears in my eyes, felt the remaining body temperature on the metal with my lips, and felt an unprecedented loneliness in my heart.Where should I go next?What to do?

I tried to wear the crown again, to guide me with this stolen wisdom.But even with the protective charm, I can still only hear a burst of piercing whistling and beeping when I put it on. It is my conscience berating me, making me face up to my selfishness, stupidity and cowardice.But I'm a shameful coward to face what I've done.The crown had to be completely sealed up, and this supreme wisdom was preserved in a humble hollow tree.

While Albania's winters aren't as cold as Scotland's, it's more than enough for an exile.I could get myself food and water with my wand, and I could build a shelter from the elements, but nothing more comfortable.I dare not get close to the crowd, because I always feel that someone is following me, and will rush out from the hidden dark place at any time to catch me back.When I left England I was always a free man, even if I could only live in the wilderness, but it was quite the opposite when I returned.

The month of living and sleeping in Albania was the darkest month of my life.No hope, no direction, just wandering alone in the desolate forest, fearfully avoiding pursuers, and relying on hunting for food.I don't know how long this will last or how to end it.Just when I was most desperate and embarrassed, someone showed up and ended it all for me.But he is not the savior, but the one who took my life.

If there was anyone I would most want to see right now, it would be Barrow without a doubt.Not only because he was sent by my mother, but also because my pride did not allow him to see me in despair.Despite my best efforts to keep my clothes clean and tidy, life on the move has left me emaciated, with frayed nails, dry hair, and even my robes and cloaks wear signs of age that cannot be concealed by magic. .

"Are you here to catch me back?" I pointed my wand at him, with my head held high, trying my best to maintain my last dignity.

"I've been looking for you for a long time," Barro said hoarsely, with deep shadows under his eyes.He held a spear in one hand, and something that looked like a package in the other. His wand was hidden in his waist, and he was dressed like a Muggle hunter. "I followed you from the archipelago to the mainland, from the westernmost point to the southeast. I took many detours and lost your track many times, but I finally found you." His voice was as weak as a whisper, and I wasn't even sure he was Mumbling or talking to me.

"So, are you going to take me back?" Unmoved, I raised my wand a little higher.

"I... beg you to come back with me," he said hoarsely, with a dark expression.

"But I don't want to go back," I said, looking away, "especially with you."

"But—Helena, Aunt Ravenclaw is seriously ill, and she's afraid...she wants to see you for the last time."

"I've told you many times, don't call me by my name," I shook my head impatiently, "and this reason is outdated, you should think of something new."

"It's true this time! She said that she has something very important to tell you in person... She also said that she owes you this."

"So it was a lie last time." I sneered, "Liars, you have already lied to me like this once. Do you still expect me to believe your nonsense again?"

"You were tricked by that filthy Muggle, not us," he said coldly, with a dark face. "He has abandoned you, do you still think about him?"

I took a breath and took two steps back, "How dare you—"

"Why didn't I dare?" Baro took a step forward, a frightening light flashed in his eyes. "I've loved you for so long," he said bitterly, "for you, I didn't hesitate to fall out with my family, and even followed you across the entire continent! I've done so much for you, why don't you take a second look at me ? Helena!"

"I told you to give up a long time ago, you insisted on doing it yourself," I pointed out sharply, holding the wand with the other hand, and stepped back involuntarily, "I warn you not to come over, go further Take a step forward and I'll cast a curse on you!"

"Then read it!" he growled, spreading his arms recklessly, his wand still strapped to his waist. "It's better to kill me, so I can stop loving you! Then I won't be ashamed." Your mother's entrustment! I don't want to force you to go back, and I can't let you go. This is the best ending!"

"You're crazy," I looked at him suspiciously, thinking about knocking him out.

"I'm already crazy," he said with a dry, creepy laugh, "or let's run away together, to hell with those commitments and responsibilities! If you promise to come with me, I'll tell them you're dead , and then we go to a place where no one can find—”

"Then I might as well die," I muttered, shaking my head and walking away.He's clearly lost his mind.

"Don't go—" he yelled as if he was about to pounce.I immediately backhanded an obstacle spell, and then there was a sound of falling to the ground.I didn't look back, but walked forward quickly, eager to get rid of this crazy suitor.But then, a piercing voice came from behind——

Did I guess what that was?the answer is negative.A lot of people say that people have certain premonitions before they die, but that didn't apply to me.My mind was still on how to deal with today's dinner, how long the firewood would last, and where to go after getting rid of Barrow.Although there is no magic power fluctuation, the whoosh sound still aroused my vigilance.I hesitated for a second and turned around, the white shadow swayed by, and a great force knocked me to the ground—something pierced my left chest.

I fell sideways to the ground, and the smell of dirt and dead leaves came over my face.I struggled and rolled over, and the shock of the spear point slipped out of the wound, bringing a sharper pain.Blood gushed out of the wound continuously, and I lay on the ground, even breathing became very painful.

Barrow stood not far away and looked at me motionless, as if slowly calming down from his madness.The red light in his eyes disappeared, he suddenly dropped the package in his hand, rushed over, threw himself on the ground, and knelt in front of me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He said in horror, and stretched out his hands towards me. I raised my hand and pushed him with my last strength. There was a sharp pain in my heart, but he remained motionless.

He drew his wand, pointed to the wound on my chest, and uttered a spell incoherently, his blood-stained hands trembling.A red light flashed, and the skin of the wound on my chest seemed to be healed, but a stream of blood poured into my throat, I coughed violently, and the wound opened again, causing severe pain.

"Get off—" I said hoarsely, but this sentence had no deterrent effect at all.I fumbled to find my wand, but how can such a wound be healed by ordinary spells?

I lay motionless and could only see the sky directly above me.Time seemed to pass faster, and there were thousands of drifting clouds in the blue sky, no different from the Tweed Valley.My vision gradually blurred, and my body felt a little cold.Although I was a little scared, I still didn't expect that I would die today, in this desolate and remote forest, where I would never see my parents.

"Helena! Helena! Helena!" He knelt in front of me and wept bitterly, calling my name repeatedly.I closed my eyes and didn't look at him, but his voice gradually became muffled and finally disappeared.