[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

The years change.

Everyone is growing up and getting old.

The only thing that hasn't changed, except for Candice lying in St. Mungo's, is Voldemort, who few people have seen the real face.

In recent years, Voldemort's power has grown extremely fast, and his pure-blood theory has won him the support of most pure-blood families. Malfoy and Black are his strong supporters.

He gradually began to become unscrupulous, no one knows what he will see in the Daily Prophet when he wakes up tomorrow, non-pure blood wizards are all in danger, run away, scatter, Voldemort's The dark shadow shrouded the entire magic world, and while it brought panic, it also aroused wave after wave of resistance.

In Hogwarts, James Potter hurried across the corridor, and saw Snape, who could be called his old enemy, not far away.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, they stopped at the same time and stared at each other indifferently.

"Are you afraid, Potter?" Snape looked at James mockingly, as if he were looking at a dying man.

"Why should I be afraid?" James asked coldly.

Snape said with a half-smile: "Of course I'm afraid of that lord. Your mother and him..."

His words were interrupted immediately when Sirius Black came from the other end, a spell forced Snape to stop talking and dodge his attack, he was not interested in fighting, after forcing Snape back He dragged James out of here.

"You don't still care about what he said, do you?" Sirius pulled James and said, "Didn't you hear less these years? I don't believe you will still feel angry because of it. Don't fall for his tricks." , he can only use this matter to hit you."

James said with a white face, "What if it were you, Sirius? Would you stop being angry about it?"

It is true that his mother was insulted and accused of having a close relationship with a terrible and evil dark wizard like Voldemort, who could accept it?

So many years have passed, since James can remember, his mother has been lying in St. Mungo's and has not woken up. Now he is about to graduate, but she still keeps her eyes closed. She is clearly a victim of Voldemort. Why are those people making rumors that she and Voldemort...they...have that kind of relationship.

How could someone like Voldemort really like anyone?

James took a deep breath, he leaned on the wall and said, "I won't just let it go, one day I will find the truth, the truth that my father never told me."

Sirius looked at him with complicated eyes for a while, then patted his shoulder.

Time passed like water, and James has been moving forward according to his goals. After graduation, he joined the Order of the Phoenix and began to confront Voldemort head-on.

Freemont tried to stop him, but he himself was the backbone of the Order of the Phoenix, so how could he stop his son from joining?

St Mungo's.

Fremont sat by the hospital bed, staring at the unconscious Candice. He looked very old and his body was getting worse every day, but Candice still had the best face lying there. The years have not left any marks on her body, her skin is still smooth and white, her lips are still rosy and tender, nothing about her has changed, just like she has never woken up.

Many years ago, Freemont would kiss his wife as she left, but now he can't do that.

Sometimes he doesn't even dare to look in the mirror.

How dare the man with white hair and wrinkled face in the mirror claim to be her husband?

The distance between them is getting farther and farther. It is not only the waiting and parting of the past ten years, but also the gap between feelings and years. Can wake up, and he can no longer face her.

During these years when Candice was sleeping, Fremont and the child's godmother Euphemia took care of James for the healthy growth of James. Euphemia is still unmarried, because Fremont knows very well, but He will never disappoint Candice in his life, and unless Candice wakes up and tells him he wants a divorce, he will never give up on her in this life.

James lived up to his trust, he grew up very well, and visited his biological mother every holiday.

He even brought his future wife, the beautiful Lily Evans, also known as the Flower of Gryffindor.

Looking at her, Fremont sometimes even felt that he saw Candice again.

No.

They are different.

Nobody was his Candice.

No one can match his Candice.

He was still as beautiful as ever, the quiet and sleeping Candice.

1979 years.

A day in October.

St. Mungo's once again welcomes the Potters.

The curse on the fifth floor hurt Kobe was much more lively in the past, because today they brought good news to Candice.

"He will be born in July next year. I want to name him Harry." James said softly to his sleeping mother, holding his wife Lily Evans in his arms, "What do you think? Is this a good name? You Would you like to give me some other advice?"

His question was bound to go unanswered.

Even after receiving the good news that she was about to become a grandma, Candice still closed her eyes tightly, showing no intention of opening them.

James' eyes turned red.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch his mother's face, her face was a bit cool, her skin was smooth and soft, the skin that only living people have.

She is so young, let alone a grandmother, she doesn't even look like a married girl.

James looked at Dumbledore with a complicated expression, and said in a hoarse voice: "It would be great if father was still alive... If he could come together today..." He whispered, "Then we will be reunited as a family."

Dumbledore couldn't bear to say: "I believe he just chose another way to accompany us."

James bit his lip and didn't speak any more, just quietly watching his sleeping mother.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something incredible, he tried to reach out to touch it, and felt wet.

That wetness is not fake.

James stood up excitedly, and stretched out his hand to Dumbledore: "Principal! It's tears! It's tears! It's my mother's tears!"

Dumbledore frowned. He quickly walked to the hospital bed and checked Candice's situation under the nervous and expectant gaze of James and Lily.

She was still asleep with no sign of waking up.

Dumbledore turned his head and said softly, "I think she can sense us."

James said excitedly: "If she feels it, why hasn't she woke up yet?! She should at least, at least, look at me and at Harry!"

Lily looked down at her abdomen, and pursed her lips unbearably.

Dumbledore turned back to stare at Candice's face, and said in a low voice, "...I don't know. I have no idea about it...James. I think...she might be more reluctant to wake up."

"Why!? Why is she even more reluctant to wake up?!" James asked aloud in disbelief.

Dumbledore was silent and didn't answer, but in fact they all knew why.

She reacted, probably because she had heard the words of Fremont's death.

When you wake up after sleeping for many years, all the familiar people around you have left you one by one. Although you may still have sons and grandchildren, the relatives, friends, and even your husband that you once cherished have all left. At that time What's the point of waking up again?

The feeling of right and wrong is not acceptable to everyone.

Maybe at a certain moment, Candice really wanted to see her grown-up son and the lovely grandson who was about to be born, but her life of deception made her heart fragile, and she no longer had the courage to face this situation. world.

She was timid, cowardly, and she gave up.

James hated it.

Of course, he didn't hate his mother.

He hated the culprit who caused his family's tragedy - Voldemort.

He began to actively participate in every activity against Voldemort, and although Dumbledore repeatedly asked him to stop, he never listened to advice.

During his third campaign against Voldemort, he finally met the legendary Dark Lord.

It was night, the sky was filled with the light of the curse, Death Eaters fell one by one, the carriage pulled by thestrals was suspended above the sky, the door of the carriage opened slowly, in the storm, a man in a black cloak The man slowly appeared, he was like the most powerful stimulant, and made all the Death Eaters crazy about it. They were already at a disadvantage, but they became excited again, which made the Order of the Phoenix very uncomfortable.

James gritted his teeth. He ignored the heavy rain and the attacks of other spells, and rode his broom towards Voldemort, who was flying in the air without any tools. The moment he was about to reach him, a green light came towards him , he was very familiar with what spell that was.

Avada Kedavra.

He always remembered that his mother was unable to wake up because of being hit by Voldemort's killing curse.

The death curse didn't hit him accurately, not because he dodged it quickly, but another light knocked back his broom, forcing him to dodge the death curse.

He stared wide-eyed at the man who had knocked his broom back - it was Voldemort.

During the torrential rain, the tall man in the black cloak slowly took off his hood, all the rainwater consciously parted from his body, and did not fall on him. He was the only clean, elegant, and high-ranking person on the scene.

Voldemort.

It was Voldemort.

It's the real Voldemort, not the code name that people say they dare not even mention their name.

James stared at him wide-eyed, not wanting to miss anything about him—the Dark Lord everyone feared, how young he was, how... handsome he was.

He even looks about his age.

No, to be exact, if it wasn't for the powerful, ruthless and bloody temperament in him, if he appeared in front of him on a sunny day, perhaps he would feel that he was younger than him.

This is impossible.

James Potter was well aware of Voldemort's age.

He and his father had been classmates - no one knew that better than he.

Such an abnormality made James uncontrollably think of his own mother, the still young and beautiful mother lying in St. Mungory's.

Gradually, his expression became complicated. He wanted to attack Voldemort, but he was not his opponent at all.

In the midst of the battle, Voldemort took the initiative to talk to him.

He stared at him with blood-red eyes, and said softly, "It's you." He walked towards him slowly, and the distance between them was getting closer, and James could hear Sirius shouting for him not far away. Quickly dodged, but he could no longer control his broom.

Voldemort manipulated it - with a silent, wandless spell.

He was far more terrifying and powerful than James had imagined.

"James Potter." Voldemort called his name, he stopped in front of him, a few strange smiles appeared on his handsome face, "If you sabotage my actions again and again, you Disgusting to me like your father."

James took a deep breath, and Voldemort's powerful pressure even made him speechless.

Sirius saw him facing Voldemort alone, and flung the other Death Eaters straight at him, but he was knocked back by a light spell from Voldemort before he was far away.

Sirius Black flipped a few times in the sky and nearly fell off his broom.

"Sirius!" James yelled nervously, only then did he realize he could talk again.

He looked at Voldemort nervously, and said angrily, "You madman, you don't deserve to mention my father!"

Voldemort tilted his head slightly, turned his eyes away in boredom, and held the bone-like yew wand in his slender jade hand, and said lightly: "I only give you this one chance to disappear from my eyes, and now .”

James showed a ridiculous expression: "You want to let me go?!" He asked in disbelief.

Voldemort closed his eyes lightly. In the wind and rain, he cast a spell. His presence made the members of the Order of the Phoenix completely unable to resist the attacks of the Death Eaters. They fell from the sky one by one. The broom caught them, and I am afraid they will suffer heavy casualties.

Among all the members of the Order of the Phoenix present, the only one who had not been attacked by Voldemort was - James Potter.

"You..." James gritted his teeth and said, "Why did you let me go!?" He remembered the words he had only regarded as rumors since he was a child, and he asked in extreme disbelief, "...because my ……Mother!?"

When he uttered the word "mother," Voldemort's always expressionless face was a little depressed.

He quickly turned his head and stared at James Potter, who had completely inherited the appearance of Fremont Potter. Even if he resembled Candice a little bit, he might win him some sympathy, but he didn't.

He is like the second Fremont Potter, his existence constantly reminds him that Candice has completely left him, and even, the child in the beautiful future they once weaved is also her and others. Born.

Voldemort thought he would never be angry again.

After so many years, he thought he was used to the piercing pain.

But when he actually confronted Candice's son, he found out.

No.

He can't forget.

He can't get used to it.

He can never get used to it, never forget it.

He laughed slowly, dangerously and menacingly, and lowered his voice, saying in a voice only the two of them could hear, "yes." The corners of his mouth curled up mockingly, and he answered James' question, "you said That's right. I pardon you—for your mother."

The phrase foryoumother really broke James' last line of defense.

He fell from his broom like a kite with a broken string, and Voldemort watched from above as he fell like tiny raindrops to the ground, and Sirius Black caught him just as he was about to fall into the sea.

Voldemort withdrew his gaze indifferently, and disapparated everyone coldly. The Order of the Phoenix suffered heavy losses in today's battle, and Dumbledore would definitely feel very distressed.

This is good.

very good.

But why couldn't he be happy about such a good thing.

Like every day for the past ten years, he can't be happy.

He hadn't experienced a happy mood for a long, long time.

As night fell one day, he reappeared in St. Mungo's.

He stood alone by the hospital bed, staring at the girl with closed eyes, and said lightly: "Only at this moment, I am happy."

He has a long, endless life.

He defeated death, but now, he doesn't think that is such a good thing.

After losing her, the endless life became an endless shackle.

Sometimes he even wants to kill Candice directly, and then use the Horcrux to resurrect her, so that she can wake up, right?

But he couldn't find the Horcrux.

He couldn't find the bracelet he had entrusted to her for safekeeping. After all these years of searching, the only thing he could be sure of was that it was hidden.

As for where to hide...

He could only think of one person.

Dumbledore.

Damn, hopeless Dumbledore.

One afternoon in May 1980.

At the Riddle House, Voldemort met Snape, a... half-breed Death Eater.

He told him something that made his heart, which had been silent and indifferent for many years, boil up.

"The man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord came near...born to a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as a rival, but he had the Dark Lord Unknowable energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."

This is the prophecy of Sybill Trelawney.

Snape overheard it when he was interviewing the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

He was kicked out of the Pig's Head Bar when he heard about it, and after careful consideration, he decided to tell the Dark Lord the news.

"Although I don't think a child can defeat you, I think you will want to know the news. Sybill Trelawney is the great-great-granddaughter of the prophet Cassandra Trelawney, and her prophecy may have some use. What would you like me to do for you, my lord?"

Voldemort sat on an unremarkable chair, with a few contemptuous smiles on his perfectly contoured face.

As Snape said, he didn't think that a baby that was about to be born would be his opponent, but when he learned that one of the babies born at the end of July was named Harry Potter, he was completely shocked. Can't be calm anymore.

"Find him, Lucius." He stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside through the gap in the velvet curtain, and said in a low voice, "I want that child."

Platinum-haired Lucius replaced his late father Abraxas as Voldemort's loyal servant.

He immediately complied with his request, but it seemed difficult to find the child.

Dumbledore was obviously aware of the discovery of the prophecy, and had already hidden the Potter family.

Just like hiding Candice back then.

When Lucius broke the news to Voldemort, he had no idea what it would remind his master of his past.

He just clearly saw that his face was sunken, and that sharp and noble face was full of suppressed and restrained pain.

"You can suspend this work, Lucius." After a long time, Lucius heard the Duke of Darkness pause, "I'll go find them myself."

Lucius was a little surprised, but of course he wouldn't object.

Dumbledore clearly felt that things were getting tricky.

He decides to cast the Loyalty Charm on the James family's residence, but when he wants to make himself Secret Keeper, Sirius Black offers to replace it.

He asked the other party to think carefully and let James make his own decision, and James' final decision was that he believed in his friend.

Dumbledore didn't say much, and if it was James' decision, he supported him.

He gave his son all the respect he owed Candice, but he always felt uneasy.

He always has a feeling that all the peace in front of him is an illusion.

Is that an illusion?

This night, Dumbledore did not remove St. Mungo's protective spell, but the protective spell was no longer able to stop Voldemort.

The longer the time, the stronger he became, and now even Dumbledore can no longer say with certainty that he or he is stronger.

Dumbledore stood by Candice's hospital bed, looked at her and said in a low voice: "I don't know whether this decision is wrong or right, Candice." He asked blankly, "I always have a feeling , Is it right or wrong to let James choose the secret agent himself?"

He looked at the window by the hospital bed and looked at the lights outside the window: "It's almost Halloween, maybe after this Halloween, everything will really calm down." He clenched the wand in his hand, hesitatingly added everything This matter, "I recently got a prophecy, in which a child who will eventually defeat the Dark Lord will be born, and he will be born in a family that has fought against the Dark Lord three times, at the end of July this year. That The child...was thought to be Harry by that person." He looked at Candice, "Do you remember? James told you that Harry was his name for his and Lily's child and your grandson .That child was born on July 31 this year, and is one of the two children that fit the prophecy."

He approached the hospital bed, bent down, and said in Candice's ear: "That person also got the prophecy, and he firmly believed that Harry was the child in the prophecy. I'm sorry that I didn't protect this prophecy. Do your best to make up for this mistake, and I think nothing will happen to the James family, although I have been feeling uneasy. Maybe I need your support, Candice, maybe... only you can make this uneasy still."

"That house will not be fortified against you. Maybe one day, you are willing to return there."

Dumbledore got no reply from her.

Under the night, Candice still closed her eyes and remained motionless.

Dumbledore couldn't hide his disappointment, and he sat here for a long, long time before leaving.

The accident happened on the night of October 1981, 10.

Halloween.

A slender black figure appeared in front of a house in Godric's Hollow, where Halloween was being happily prepared.

The man under the hood stepped forward and silently sneaked into the room, no one knew what he was going to do.

But it's not always a good thing.

The people in the room knew him the moment they saw him.

James stands in front of the door, protecting Lily and Harry in the house, and he bravely holds his wand against Voldemort - the terrible demon who found their home on Halloween.

"I won't let it die this time." James' hand holding the wand was firm and brave, and that persistence was very much like his mother.

There was something about him that resembled his mother.

Voldemort was a little happier about this, he raised the corner of his mouth, followed by his wand.

James was pushed aside almost immediately, and the next second Voldemort entered the room.

Lily's eyes widened in horror as she stood in front of Harry's crib, her wand in a trembling hand.

"It's that child, isn't it?" Voldemort asked softly, but he didn't need to answer. Holding his wand, he walked towards Harry's crib step by step. Lily had already prepared for the worst at that moment, as long as Voldemort With the motion of raising her wand, she would have sacrificed everything to protect her child.

However, the moment he raised his wand, another person appeared here.

The sound of apparition sounded, and the house that belonged to the Potter family, where Candice once lived, once again ushered in its former owner.

It was a slim and beautiful figure, she appeared in front of Lily, blocking between Harry and Voldemort.

Lily stared at her in shock, she knew better than anyone who it was.

Countless times, she followed James to visit his mother, how could she not know who it was?

It's Candice.

That's right.

It was indeed Candice.

No one saw it wrong, it was Candice.

Including Voldemort, he was right.

Voldemort took off his hood almost immediately, his always calm face showed incredible emotions, his black eyes were full of shock, he stared at the pale and haggard girl in front of him, her expressionless face He stared directly at him, and at that moment, he was sure - it was Candice.

She has come back.

She woke up.

For the first time in over a decade, Voldemort... oh no, it was Riddle, with a real smile on his face.

"...Candice." He murmured out, not daring to amplify his voice at all, as if he was afraid of scaring her away.

He took a few steps forward, and the girl's figure was still standing there, neither approaching nor leaving.

Riddle slowly came to her, looked down at her familiar, beautiful face carved to the bones, couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke her golden hair, and called her again: "... Candice."

Lily fell to the side, and James also ran into the room at this moment. The two of them watched this scene in disbelief, forgetting to move.

"That's right." The girl who seemed to be in a bubble let Riddle's cold hand caress her cheek, her blue eyes fixed on the man in front of her, and she said calmly, "It's me, you read that right."

Riddle heard her talking, even a little dazed.

He was almost at a loss. If Harry hadn't burst into tears, he might have forgotten why he came here today.

He glanced briefly at the child behind Candice, his wand hand flickering again, until Candice spoke again.

"You're going to kill him, just like you killed me?"

This question really caught him.

Riddle's dim eyes turned to Candice, and he almost said in an explanatory tone: "I never thought of killing you. But this child, he is in the prophecy..."

"I know that prophecy." Perhaps because she had just woken up, Candice's voice was still a little hoarse, and it sounded like it came from a far away place. She avoided Riddle's hand still placed beside her face, Depressed, "So you're going to kill a baby for a prophecy?"

Riddle fell silent.

Around this moment, he became Voldemort again.

There was deep darkness in his eyes, but there was some warmth in the darkness.

He still wanted to try to convince Candice, so he spoke again.

"He may become my opponent one day in the future, beat me, or even kill me."

Voldemort tried his best to restrain the bloody factor in his blood, responding to the treasure he lost and recovered.

Candice took a step back slowly.

The distance between them opened again, like an abyss between them, no one could take that step.

"Just because he might beat you in the future, so you killed him when he was a child?" Candice hooked the corners of her lips sadly, "It's been so many years, I thought you would change a little, but You still haven't changed anything." She glanced at the man standing behind Voldemort, her child, her James, but she probably wouldn't be able to have a proper chat with him.

She looked at Voldemort again, raised her wand, and paused, "If you're going to kill him, I'll kill you."

Kill Voldemort.

What a horribly conceited declaration. Who would dare to say such a thing in the wizarding world today?

But Candice said so.

As soon as she finished speaking, Voldemort's face grew paler.

He could still laugh at this point, and he could tell he was really happy that Candice was in front of him again, talking to him.

But this joy gradually disappeared in the pain.

"You're going to kill me just because I want to kill him—" He raised his hand, pointing at the child behind her who looked innocent to her, but to him might ruin everything for him in the future.

The firm look on Candice's face did not waver in the slightest.

She gripped her wand tightly and repeated it again: "If you're going to kill him, I'm going to kill you."

Voldemort took a slow step back.

James and Lily were beside him, plus Candice had three of them, but none of them dared to act rashly.

They all know how powerful Voldemort is.

They all knew they were no match for him, not even combined.

But Candice was different.

James looked at his mother with complicated eyes, and he wanted to say something, but before that, Voldemort spoke.

"Very good." His hoarse voice filled the narrow room, "Very good." He held the yew wand tightly, "You have devoted your whole life to the Potter family, you are It's not that I forgot, the one who really loves you is me."

Saying this made James and Lily even more astonished.

It's not that I haven't heard of the matter between my mother and Voldemort, but such an intuitive feeling is still a little... a little hard to accept.

"There is no such thing as being in love." Candice broke the last sliver of Voldemort's fantasy, "From the moment I discovered your concealment, your lies, and your disguise, there is no such thing as being in love." She repeated again She said, "Today, here, if you want to kill Harry, then I will kill you."

All the rage in Voldemort's blood was spurted out.

He clenched his wand tightly, and said softly: "Very good. Since the life and death of this child is more important to you than my future life and death, then..." He smiled slowly, "It depends on whether you have the ability , before I kill him, kill me first."

A bloody smile appeared on his handsome face. The moment the bone-like wand was raised, a green light went behind Candice. Candice's wand was aimed at Voldemort's heart, but...

She did nothing.

She didn't put any spells on him, didn't really try to kill him like her words said.

All she did was try her best to resist the death curse from the powerful Voldemort for Harry.

In the end, she still didn't really make a move on him.

Even though she had tried to hurt him several times in the past, both she and him at that time knew that nothing would really happen to him.He would evade and resist, but he didn't intend to resist today.

He really wanted to see which of them was faster, whether Harry Potter died first or he died first.

Oh sure, he can't die, he has Horcruxes, but Candice doesn't know that.

Candice didn't know, so she figured that if she did attack Harry when he shot the Death Curse at him, he would really die.

So at that moment, she dropped her wand.

Voldemort stared at her in shock, Candice looked back at him in pain, then roared, a huge light instantly invaded the whole room, the green light flying towards Harry was bounced back at a critical moment, Voldemort stood there, the green light bounced directly on him, he didn't run away, he didn't dodge, his eyes were always fixed on Candice who dropped her wand at the most critical moment.

Once again she lost her life in front of him.

This time it's true.

Even at the moment when he was hit by the rebounding death curse, what he was still thinking about was - he is the only one in this world who knows that she made a Horcrux.

But the only person who knows where her horcrux is may be herself.

No, maybe Dumbledore...

Did Dumbledore know it was a Horcrux?

He probably didn't know anything, just thought it was a dark magic item that hid it for her.

So……

So……

Perhaps no one has the power to revive her.

Will she die.

Will he really die? Under the circumstances that no one knows the function of the Horcrux.

No, this cannot be allowed to happen.

Little did Voldemort realize that, in the last second of his own life, he was not thinking about not killing his future nemesis, about who would resurrect him after he died without knowing the existence of Horcruxes, but about ...Who will save Candice.

Someone to save Candice.

Who will save his Candice.

Under such unwilling thoughts, Voldemort was hit by the green light and disappeared without a trace.

All that remained were the cloak in which he had come, and his yew wand.

As for Candice, she collapsed exhausted by Harry's bedside, smiling at her James with the last of her strength.

Then she turned her gaze to the cloak and wand.

She stretched out her hand, trying to touch them, but in the end, she couldn't achieve her wish.

She closed her eyes forever.

completely out of this world.

Once upon a time, Riddle's Voldemort said to Candice - "Your life is mine. Unless I want to kill you, neither disease nor pain can take your life away. Unless I personally Do it, or you'll never die."

At that time, none of them thought that such promises, such confessional promises, would really turn into reality.

A prophecy.

It's like they were all devoted to each other, but all lost.

All the past has finally really become the past.

It has become a past that can never go back.