[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Azkaban's prison uniforms were tattered and filthy.

It covered Candice, who was always bright, and she just fell on the hard stone without making a sound.

At that moment everything was still, everyone stopped moving and looked at her in disbelief.

Looking at her "corpse".

The first to react was Voldemort.

Like a dark shadow, he apparated to her side, knelt down, and stared at her unblinkingly with his black eyes.

He probed her for signs of life with his powerful wand that had robbed many lives, but to no avail.

He unbelievingly tried to heal her with a healing spell he knew, but it still didn't work.

He finally gradually recognized the reality.

She is dead.

She was probably really dead, leaving this world forever.

This was never his intention.

All these years, apart from his great, higher good, he had bothered to think, to conceive, just to have her life.

Just like when he first planned their wedding, he hoped that when he became stronger and surpassed Dumbledore, he could take back her that belonged to him.

But things developed beyond his imagination.

She seemed to be dead.

He had seen his killing spell on her, and his healing spell had no effect on her.

He took her life with his own hands.

He was wrong from the start.

Perhaps a few years ago, he should never have returned to England.

If he never came back from beginning to end, maybe she was still alive and well.

No.

she will not die.

she will not die.

The black and ferocious wind blew the black cloak on Voldemort's body. His slender white hands tightly held the wand, and he slowly stood up with his back bent. He stared at Candice's cold body on the ground, and the bone-like wand in his hand began to converge. Light, seeing this, Dumbledore forcibly sent away all the living people except him and Voldemort immediately.

Fremont and Mr. Bell didn't want to go.

But they couldn't resist, and when they recovered, they were no longer here.

Only Candice, Dumbledore, and Voldemort remained.

Dumbledore apparated to Candice's side, hugged her, and kept away from the man exuding a dangerous aura. In the next second, he raised a huge protective barrier. If this barrier did not come in time, he would probably Destroyed with Azkaban.

The whole of Azkaban was attacked by blue flames, and everything was destroyed by Voldemort's huge and terrifying spell.

He stood in the middle of the flames, and the dementors screamed and fled in all directions. The huge prison and the reliable Azkaban collapsed almost in the blink of an eye.

Voldemort's body stood upright among the ruins, his icy eyes shifted little by little to Dumbledore who had escaped unharmed, he held Candice's fragile body in his arms, his black eyes saw Candice There was a red light, but in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Dumbledore, stretched out his hand to him, opened and closed his thin lips and said indifferently: "Give her to me."

Dumbledore looked at him expressionlessly and said, "How else do you want to torture her?" His blue eyes stared at him sharply, "It's not enough to ruin her life, ruin everything about her, now it's enough." Do you want to continue to torture her body?"

Voldemort said blankly: "I repeat, give her to me, Dumbledore. Otherwise, you will regret it."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and said, "You want to save her?"

Voldemort frowned, his face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, he looked at Dumbledore repressedly and coldly, without saying a word.

Dumbledore looked back at him with mixed emotions.

After a long time, he whispered, "You can't save her."

Voldemort wanted to say something, but Dumbledore didn't give him a chance.

"She's not dead." Dumbledore looked down at the girl with closed eyes in her arms. She was really a girl. Although she might not be called a girl at her age, her appearance was still the same.

"But it's almost the same as dying." Dumbledore said without emotion, "You will never be able to revive her, even if you have strong magic power."

Voldemort's lips were drawn tightly, and his black hair fell in front of his eyes, covering his blood-red eyes.

"Unless one day, you know how to truly love someone." Dumbledore let Candice lean in his arms, and whispered to Voldemort, "As I used to say to you - love, you I don’t know anything about it. I believe you have love in your heart, I admit it, but you use it in the wrong way.” He said to the culprit who destroyed all this in the night, “You handed over a place that should have been easy and happy. The girl who lived her life was tortured into a madman, and finally took her only hope of living. This is not true love, Riddle. No one taught you how to love someone, did you?"

Dumbledore walked forward slowly a few steps with Candice in his arms. After getting closer, Voldemort could see Candice's pale and weak face more clearly. At least she was still breathing, although she seemed unable to breathe anymore. Open those blue eyes and make even an expression of hatred and disgust towards him.

It was as if someone had used Cruciatus, and it was even more uncomfortable than that.He couldn't help holding down his heart, he restrained the grief that was constantly radiating out of his heart, he made himself look a little more indifferent, but Dumbledore could find clues from his nearly collapsed defense line.

"The way to truly love someone is not what you do now." Dumbledore whispered, "To truly love someone is to love everything about her, to respect her choice, to respect her, to tolerate her, to treat her sincerely, even if there are some The concealment should not be the concealment that you have done that violates morality, violates her principles, and tramples on her feelings. You are wrong from beginning to end, Tom, and you sent your love and her to hell with your own hands. "

No one is willing to admit that he killed his beloved with his own hands, even if he is as cold-blooded and cruel as Voldemort.

He raised his hand unconsciously, wanting to touch Candice's face, but when his hand was less than a centimeter away from her cheek, Dumbledore took her away from him.

Voldemort looked up suddenly, his eyes seemed a little dazed for a second.

Dumbledore hugged Candice and asked him a question from a distance.

"Are you going to hurt her family? Her kids, her husband, her father."

Voldemort laughed distortedly when he heard the words, and he asked cruelly and ferociously, "Are you afraid?"

Dumbledore quickly denied it, and he said, "No, I'm not afraid." He looked down at Candice before looking at Voldemort again, "I just want to tell you that she left everything to die, the last Believe in you once."

His words stunned Voldemort, and he looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, and Dumbledore stared into his eyes and paused, "She believed you for the last time—believes that you will not hurt her after she dies." family."

Voldemort's expression was finally stripped of all his pretense and guard.

He stood there, the bloody light faded from his black eyes, he looked almost dully at the frail and petite body in Dumbledore's arms,

She once existed vividly in his world.

He remembered how, long, long ago, she had fallen from the sky and tried to save him from a group of children who were bullying him.

She ventured to the orphanage, found the confinement room where he was locked up, and pulled him back from the death line when he was about to starve to death.

They have so many good memories, even though those memories have become a nightmare for Candice.

But he always remembered.

In the more than ten years since he left England, those memories supported him through all the difficult times. He told himself that as long as he persisted, as long as he became stronger, when he returned, he could defeat Dumbledore and snatch her away. When he comes back, he can be respected and feared by everyone, and he will become a person who makes everyone in the magic world dare not even mention his name.

But what on earth did he do?

He suddenly remembered that year in Hogsmeade, she leaned in his arms amidst a snowflake and said to him: "Of course I believe you. I don't believe them. I believe you, Tom." She was so true. Looking into his eyes carefully, she said to him, "I believe in you, I...I love you."

Believe……

trust.

Ridiculous trust.

Foolish trust.

Dumbledore said it was the last time she would trust him.

Trust that he won't hurt her family after her death.

He never believed Dumbledore's words, but this time he did.

He knew Candice so well, he knew exactly what she was thinking when she was dying.

If her death would bring disaster to her loved ones, she would try her best to survive.

But she didn't.

Dumbledore was right.

Perhaps, this was really the last time she would trust him.

Voldemort turned slowly, his back to Dumbledore, looking at the Aurors gathered at the entrance to Azkaban.Fremont, Mr. Bell, and Barty Crouch were forcibly teleported away by Dumbledore, and they couldn't come back immediately because of the magic taboo.But the Aurors guarding the gate ready to arrest him at this moment were enough for him to vent his anger.

But he ended up doing nothing.

He turned sideways and took one last look at Candice lying in Dumbledore's arms.

Before leaving, he said to Dumbledore: "I will not give up."

She is still alive.

But she won't wake up.

He checked right away.

All this depends on the protective spell issued by Dumbledore at a critical moment.

Dumbledore would take care of her, even if she never woke up, Voldemort had no doubts about that.

He won't give up on waking her up.

will never.

After saying the last words, he flew up without the aid of any tools, he stared indifferently at those incredible eyes in the air, and then Apparated without hesitation.

The black shadows disappeared into the sky, and gradually, the sky brightened up a little bit. The dementors returned to Azkaban, and the Aurors began to redeploy and recover here. Dumbledore hugged Candice and looked down at the Her face, muttering, "Is this your choice?" Although it was a question, it was impossible to get an answer, so he continued, "If this is your choice, then this time, I support you. He lowered his voice, "I will never stop asking you what you think, selfishly wishing that you just live, even if you hate me. This time I follow your choice. Sleep, my child, sleep well .I will wait until the day you are willing to wake up... At that time, I will wake you up personally. I will try my best to live until that time, pray for me, and wish me a long life."

He caressed the girl's cold face and said softly, "Just bless me in your heart, I can feel it."

Candice lives in St. Mungo's.

The Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor became her new home.

Her entanglement with Voldemort spread throughout the wizarding world, and although no one knew what really happened that day in Azkaban, there were plenty of gossip.

Now almost everyone knows that the terrifying, powerful and pure-blood Duke of Darkness is not entirely a cold-blooded lunatic.

He actually has someone he loves deeply, and for that person, he even broke into Azkaban and fought against Aurors.

Aurors are carefully selected elites in the wizarding world, and everyone knows how powerful they are.

To be able to get out of the battle with all the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic, not even injured, gave people a new understanding of the ability of the lord.

More and more people were joining his camp, but not everyone was qualified to brand the Dark Mark on their arms to represent their identity.

Oh, of course, this is not the most irresistible gossip to explore, the most surprising is the person that the adults broke into Azkaban to save.

Mrs. Potter - there is no wizard in the Potter family who doesn't know it. They never expected that someone who could be related to the Duke of Darkness would be born in Gryffindor, and the family has been Gryffindor for generations. A girl who is already a man, a wife, or even a mother.

Ok.

Let's go back to our daily life and stop talking about those unrealistic things.

After all, it is about that lord, and there is no good end for anyone who has anything to do with him. Mrs. Potter is still lying in St. Mungo's, and she doesn't know when she will wake up.

Candice really didn't know when she would wake up.

Year after year, her James began to remember, but she still lay there, never opening her eyes.

Fremont came to see her every day, staying here for a long time before leaving.

He would occasionally bring James over to talk to his son about his mother.

James was well taken care of by Euphemia. After Candice's accident, Euphemia took on the responsibility of mother and played the missing role in James' life.

When James first learned to say the word "mother", he also addressed Euphemia.

Euphemia was very happy and excited at the time. She shed tears, and then she saw Freemont's face was pale and his eyes were full of pain.

Then Euphemia couldn't be happier.

She knew she shouldn't be happy, shouldn't be excited, that wasn't what she deserved, it belonged to Candice.

candice...

Candice she never woke up again.

James grew up day by day, and he had been looking forward to his mother lying in St. Mungo's to wake up and talk to him, congratulating him on receiving the Hogwarts notice.But no matter what he said to his mother, she kept her eyes closed and never responded.

Besides Fremont and James, there was another one who always appeared in St. Mungo's, and it was a man whom no one dared to face alone.

He won't come during the day.

In the dead of night, he would quietly appear in St. Mungo's, and Dumbledore's protective spell would be temporarily closed at that time, which seemed to be a silent tacit understanding between the two.

Apart from them, no third person knows.

If anyone has to say who knows, then only Candice knows.

Candice still didn't respond to his appearance, just like treating other people, she always closed her eyes tightly, lying there peacefully and quietly.

In the face of her sleeping, Voldemort seems to have become the old Riddle again.

He stood beside the hospital bed, watching her quietly in the dark, as if he could still see her smiling and winking in front of him.

Regret?

He didn't know if he regretted it.

He just tried hard to turn everything around, and tried various methods to wake her up almost every day, but every time he was beaten back by the feeling of powerlessness in his heart.

Even though the surroundings are dark at the moment, he can still feel the girl lying on the bed is shining.

He stretched out his hand, trying to catch her light, but the dazzling light slipped from his fingers like quicksand.

He couldn't be sure if he regretted it, but what he did know was that he was in a lot of pain.

Voldemort left St. Mungo's.

He returned to the Riddle Mansion, lying on the cold and thin bed, everything around him was black.

He is undeniably powerful, and those who know him or don't know him, his subordinates or his enemies, all think he is a ruthless person.

They didn't think he would be sad.

So when he was really hurt and moaned, everyone thought it was just an angry whisper.

The night was long, almost suffocating.

He tossed and turned, his black eyes closed and opened again, repeated many times, tirelessly.

He was troubled.

What a pity.

She had never seen him so sad for her.

The silence of the night was like her gentle hand, choking his throat, Voldemort... no, Riddle, at least for this moment, he was Riddle.

He was lying on the bed, half of his body was covered by the black silk quilt, he was trembling, and murmured hoarsely in the midst of suffocation: "I love you."

That night he had a dream.

He rarely dreamed, especially when he grew up, he never dreamed again.

But he had a dream tonight.

In the dream, he saw Candice. She was still the same as when she was fifteen or sixteen years old. At that time, she had him in her heart.

She stood in front of him, stroked his pale cheeks, and said to him, "I'm leaving."

He heard himself in the dream asking depressedly and lowly: "Where are you going?"

Candice said softly, "I'm going far away."

"Will you come back?"

"Will do."

"Will you see me when you come back?"

She smiled, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then...bye."

She waved her hand: "Goodbye."

Then she turned around, wearing a champagne-colored silk skirt, and walked step by step towards the blue and bright distance.

He felt that his heart was being pulled together, and before he could say anything to hold him back, she suddenly turned around from the light source and smiled at him one last time.

She said, "No."

She said, "Not coming back. Not coming to you. All real answers are, no."

Then she disappeared, without a trace.

He looked for her everywhere in his dream, he went to the forest, to Hogwarts, to the sea, to many places, but he couldn't find her anywhere.

He later returned to the orphanage.

In the dream, the dry trees in the courtyard of the orphanage grew lush branches and leaves. He stared at the dense trees with wide eyes. He saw Candice standing under the trees, bathing in the sun, still wearing the same clothes. A champagne-colored silk dress, laughing at him.

She smiled so happily, so beautifully, like an elf born in the forest.

Then she turned into a cloud of blood.

She gradually began to melt, her face, her shoulders, her arms and legs, all melted into blood.

The blood slowly evaporated into red smoke, Riddle stood in the smoke, he forced himself to open his eyes, sat up suddenly from the bed, raised his hands to cover his cheeks, his cheeks were wet.

He quickly let go of his hand to check, and there was blood on his hand.