[HP] The Dark Duke's Candy

Near the end of January, the whole of London is filled with mist and cold air.

A crumbling, desolate house stood behind a cemetery. Everyone kept a respectful distance from this dilapidated and haunted place. They would never have imagined that there would be people living in such a place.

The heavy curtains blocked most of the light, and the room was pitch black. Simple and quaint furniture was placed in the bedrooms of a small size. The inside of the house was not as scary as the outside, at least it was clean and tidy.

A slender and slim young girl stood in the gap between the curtains, quietly watching London under the mist, behind her was a simple old big bed, and a person was lying on the bed, covered with a dark gray silk quilt Half of his body, he looked very weak, his face was as pale as paper, he was in a coma, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his brows were slightly frowned, everything was fragile and just right.

A crow flew to the window and knocked on the window. The girl stared at the black crow and waited for a long time for it to not give up knocking on the window. So she raised her hand without opening a mouth, and the wand in her hand issued a slap The light, the light hit the crow through the glass, the crow's body froze immediately, and fell down without a sound after a few seconds.

The girl was startled, looked at her hand and wand in disbelief, and murmured, "How could that be?"

Yeah, how come?

She just wanted to use a banishing spell to drive away the crow, she didn't want to hurt it, but why did she actually use the killing spell.

Recalling the green light just now, the girl frowned tightly, she turned to look at the man on the bed who seemed to die at any moment, took a few steps to the bedside, and whispered: "I can't seem to control myself. "

Originally, it was just a self-talk that didn't need an answer, and it could only be regarded as a little confusion in her heart, but after her words fell, the man who had kept his eyes closed and unconscious slowly opened them.

His black eyes looked towards the side of the bed, staring at the girl with long blond hair and said in a low voice: "In a short period of time, I have possessed a magical power that far exceeds that of the past. It does take a little time to learn to control it."

"Are you pretending to be unconscious?" Candice frowned. The people in this room were none other than her and Riddle, who had lost his magic power.

Riddle didn't deny her claim, but he didn't admit it either. He just said softly, "I didn't have to pretend to be unconscious. I was just resting the whole time."

"It's just resting from the beginning to the end..." Candice repeated his words, and whispered with the corners of her lips curled up, "Interesting statement. Then after seven days of 'resting' without eating or drinking, Mr. Riddle felt better Yet?"

Riddle's face was morbidly pale. With black hair and a dark bed, this complexion revealed a very charming handsomeness everywhere.

"I thought you wouldn't want me to get better, you should want me to die." He lay flat on the bed and scanned the surroundings, and immediately understood where he was. In a second, Candice answered his words.

"I've said it before, death is a relief for you now." She looked down at the man on the bed condescendingly, "I just hope you can live well, I want to take a good look at the loss you are proud of How are you going to survive?" She said indifferently, "Voldemort, who has become indistinguishable from a squib, what will the Death Eaters think when they see it?"

Riddle was a proud man, from childhood to adulthood.

He seldom had anyone he valued, even the core members of the Death Eaters, even the subordinates he valued like Abraxas, were just servants to him.

Even though he called them friends in his mouth, the reality is that he never regarded those people as friends one day.

He doesn't need friends, he doesn't need feelings, that's what he thought in the past, until he recognized his own heart, until he made the choice he made today.

"If you want the Death Eaters to kill me, then..." He spoke in a hoarse and weak voice, which shows that his body is still very weak. He probably can't even support himself to get up now. Can lie there and answer.

Candice didn't want to hear him finish the sentence, she held her wand tightly and said, "Shut up."

Riddle looked at her with deep black eyes, and closed his mouth very obediently.

Candice looked straight into his eyes and said word by word: "Are you listening to me? I have said many times that I will not let you die. Why do you keep mentioning this over and over again?" word?"

Riddle didn't speak, and he had nothing to say at this time, Candice's blue eyes were full of anger and struggle, she pointed at him with her wand and said: "You will never learn to listen to others in your life, Riddle Mr. Del?" She took a few steps forward, her wand almost touching his pale face, "Are you going to be so self-righteous and self-righteous forever? That's right, it doesn't seem to matter, anyway, whether I want you to die or not , you won't live long."

This is a very real question.

Candice is no longer a child. Although her appearance is still in the old days, her experience has been far more than 18 years.

After bringing Riddle back, she checked him carefully. Due to the forced breakthrough of the restriction, all the magic power was exhausted in a short time. Even if he was treated by the best therapist in St. How long have you lived.

His time is running out, seven days have passed now, maybe one day in the future, after she wakes up, she will see his dead body.

He didn't deserve to die like this.

After all the wrong things he's done and hurt so many people, how can he wave his hand and walk away with such ease?

He caused her to miss happiness all her life, he caused her to be separated from her relatives without even taking a last look at her, he caused her hands to be stained with blood, and caused her to go from innocence to destruction, how could such a man die so easily Woolen cloth?

But there is no way.

Candice has been reading books for the past few days. She looked through the books that Riddle had left here before, but none of them were useful.

"Why are you crying?" Riddle tried his best to support himself, but he was only leaning against the head of the bed.His black hair covered his eyebrows and most of his eyes, and Candice could only see the light in his eyes for a moment in the dim light of the room.

"I'm not crying." She raised her hand to wipe off the water on her face, and said indifferently, "The tears of anger don't mean I'm crying, I'm just regretting that I can't have more time to torture you."

Riddle seemed to smile, but he didn't seem to. He looked at Candice quietly. Compared with Candice's prickly body, he looked calmer and more settled. He has been focusing on her since he opened his eyes. , as if he didn't intend to miss every moment of looking at her, not to waste all his remaining moments.

The atmosphere became more and more rigid, Candice raised her hand and unbuttoned the neckline of her long skirt, turned around and opened the curtains, the sun shone through the mist into the whole room, and the sudden light made the person lying on the bed Del closed his eyes slightly.

Without that burning gaze, Candice felt a little more at ease, she stood with her back to the bed, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes after adapting to the light, and whispered, "Why did you bring me here. "

Candice said without turning her head: "This is your home, isn't it?"

Riddle swept around lightly, and said mockingly: "Yes, that's right, the Riddle Mansion, this is my home."

Candice turned and looked at him: "This is the place where you killed your father's family. Do you think of them when you lie on this bed? In the decades after you killed them, you have not even a second Zhong's guilt?"

"Guilty?" Riddle laughed sarcastically. This laughter made his body a little unbearable. He coughed a few times, and a few morbid blush appeared on his handsome face. They are the ones who need to feel guilty. The man who abandoned my mother, his dirty blood makes me sick just thinking about it. In the decades of killing them, I have never felt guilty for a moment. Feeling excited. Just thinking about that day makes me feel like I'm alive again."

In fact, deep down, the old Riddle family is indeed not worthy of sympathy.

No matter how Miss Gaunt had cheated him, he shouldn't have ended it all in such an extreme way.

Of course he could leave her and go back to his home, but she was already pregnant at that time, and the old Riddle's family was considered to have little property, so he should at least leave some money for the mother and son.

But he didn't do anything. His unfeeling made Miss Gunter choose death in despair after giving birth to Riddle.

To put it bluntly, the beginning of all these mistakes originated from this "couple" who shouldn't be married. If they had never met, Riddle would not have been born, and the wizarding world would not have had a few decades of ups and downs.

It is his sorrow that a person who was born by a mistake has lived a wrong life.

Candice's ideas are destined to be unable to share with Riddle, if they can understand each other, they don't have to go to this point today.

Every word Riddle said at the moment made her feel pain from the inside out. She always felt that something was pricking her heart. Every time she said a word to him, it pricked deeper. She couldn't control it. He stopped himself, pointed at his wand, and it lit up almost unconsciously, and then the person who barely sat up just now fell on the bed, blood spurted from his mouth, staining the dark sheets even deeper up.

"..."

Candice looked at her wand and then at him in disbelief. Riddle kept coughing, blood kept spilling from his mouth, and his pale face was soon covered with bloodshot eyes. Candice held her breath He walked forward, read aloud, and after cleaning up the blood, he sat on the side of the bed and supported his shoulders.

This was probably the first time since they broke up that they were so close, and there was no hostility to each other.

No, it should be hostile, at least Candice has it, but she can't care about that now.

"I can't control myself." Her lips were trembling. "I didn't cast a spell, and I didn't think of a spell to use, but it came out by itself."

Her snow-white wand fell to the side of the bed. Riddle calmed his breath and said hoarsely: "I will teach you to control them, don't worry, it can only hurt me here, it can't hurt others."

Candice opened her mouth, she really wanted to say, even if it hurt you, I didn't want to, but she swallowed the words back.

Why are you still unwilling to hurt him at this time.

Why do you still have such thoughts at this time.

The ambivalence at this moment reminded her of that Halloween ten years ago, when his killing curse hit Harry, she could actually interrupt him and kill him first.

But her final choice was to put down her wand and choose to sacrifice herself to protect Harry.

It seemed that no matter what time it was, no matter how much she hated him, deep down in her heart she still didn't want him to die.

He can be punished alive.

At least keep him alive.

Candice's blue eyes were fixed on Riddle's pale side face. At a certain moment, time seemed to go back to the time when they first met. At that time, he was still living a life with ups and downs in the orphanage. The cheeks are always so thin and pale.

It was probably this scene that brought back the once sincere and warm feelings, and Candice asked a question that she shouldn't have asked.

"The humble, polite, rational, calm, excellent and beloved you, is there even an iota of truth?" She tried her best to control her emotions, "Or from the very beginning, you were a sanctimonious person wearing human skin demon?"

Hearing her questioning from such a close distance, Riddle really didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

From the beginning to the end, no matter whether it was true or not to others, no matter what he thought at first, his feelings for her were never fake.

He turned his head to face her, they were so close, he originally wanted to answer her, but after turning his head, he only wanted to do one thing.

He lowered his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, then approached her, and kissed her lips.

Candice was stunned.

She never thought that he would dare to do this at this very moment.

The moment she reacted, she pushed him away, and Riddle, who was defenseless and powerless, fell on the bed and coughed violently again.

This time Candice didn't approach him again.

She just watched him suffer and suffer, without being moved at all.

Day by day, Riddle's health was getting worse and worse, and he had less and less time left.

Occasionally when she was sober, even if she didn't want to, he would try to tell her how to control the powerful magic power.

In fact, at the beginning, even he didn't know that after he exhausted his magic power to find her feelings back, his power would go into her body.

It's actually a good thing to think about it this way. After he died, his power still remained in this world. He gave her all the magic that he valued and paid for the most in his life. As long as she learns to control them, in time, she may even No less than Dumbledore.

He gave her his most valuable thing, which can be regarded as making up for his mistakes.

It was his thought, his last thought, but he was still wrong.

He still didn't understand Candice after all.

Candice simply can't stand these magic powers that don't belong to her.

She was suffering a lot, and that power seemed to have her own consciousness in her body, bewitching her to do many things she didn't want to do.

Like hurting Riddle, for example.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent, except for the painful murmur of a man from a certain room in the Riddle Mansion.

Candice flung her wand away, clenched her fists and said, "Take it away!" She broke down, "I don't want it, I beg you, take it away, take it away!"

This was the first time in Riddle's life that he experienced the Cruciatus Curse, and it was the Cruciatus Curse used by someone as magical as him, even though she had unconsciously used the Cruciatus Curse on him.

It took him a long time to calm down a little. He supported his body with all his strength, and got closer to Candice who was lying on the bed, stroked her hair with his hand and comforted her softly: "It will be better , you will learn to use it, you can control part of it now, don’t you, don’t worry, you won’t hurt others…”

"But I don't want to hurt you either!" Candice yelled out the words she least wanted to say. The moment she said those words, she felt relieved and felt that she no longer had the dignity to live.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at the people close at hand and said, "Let's die together." She grabbed his hand and said every word, "This is the best ending, just like ten years ago, None of us ever come back, that's all."

She picked up the wand, turned the desk lamp on the table into a knife, pulled out the knife and stabbed it in the chest, Riddle directly held the blade, and turned the knife abruptly.

Blood splattered down the blade onto the floor, and Candice stared blankly at the knife. She didn't want to cry, but at this point, it seemed that there was nothing else she could do but cry.

"Why on earth did it become like this..." She murmured and let go of the handle of the knife, but Riddle still held the blade.

"What do you want to do?" She looked at him and asked softly.

Riddle stared at her with black and white eyes for a long time before smiling slightly. His smile was so gentlemanly and graceful, and Candice couldn't help but think of the arrogant and confident girl who was always surrounded by people when they first started dating. excellent boy.

"You are right in saying something, Candice." He said hoarsely, "Letting me live like this is the greatest punishment for me." He slowly turned the knife around and took it out of Candice's hand with the other hand. Passed her wand, tried to cast spells with it, but failed without exception.

"I have lost all my magic power and become less than a Muggle. I really can't live a life like this." He raised the corner of his mouth and whispered, "I have been proud of it all my life. Now that I have lost it, how can I be like this?" It's not me anymore." He threw the wand far away, then held the handle of the knife, looked at Candice again and said, "Punishment is enough for now, these days of life that are better than death are enough torture I'm dead, I hope you can stop hating me, go to Dumbledore after I'm really dead, he can make you forget all this, you can start your life again, this time I won't appear again .”

"What are you doing!"

Candice rushed towards him the moment she realized something was wrong, but it was too late, Riddle's bloody hand held a knife and stabbed him in the heart, Candice's wand was thrown far away, he The heavy body pressed her and she couldn't retrieve the wand to heal him. At that moment, she was so nervous and excited that she forgot that she could use the Flying Curse to retrieve her wand. Maybe this was Merlin's will...

A knife stabbed in the heart is irreversible, and with his last breath, Riddle looked into her eyes and said, "Your eyes are blue... mine are black. I am getting darker and darker, I am immersed in the darkness, but you are getting brighter and brighter. I hope your eyes will always be this blue, don't let anyone or anything take away its color..."

……

……

Never thought he would actually die.

But when his body became icy cold, when he couldn't breathe, she seemed to have to accept the reality of death.

Candice hugged Riddle's cold body. He was covered in blood and had many wounds on his body. She was the one who left those wounds.

What is this?

What the hell is this?

Why in the end, it was just two people who wanted to get love, but what they got in the end were all bruised and bruised?