[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Tahlia has been in the same position for a while now.

Huddled on the bed that should be quite soft at ordinary times, but at this moment, even the most comfortable bed felt like a slate after she sat on it without moving for such a long time.

But she doesn't care.

She couldn't feel the stiffness of her body, couldn't feel the passage of time, and couldn't feel any hunger...

She just sat there, listening to the regular ticking of the second hand of the clock on the small table beside her.

How long has passed, she doesn't know.

She doesn't want to care about anything...

It seemed that someone stayed outside the door for a while.

Who is it?

... who else does she know?

Tahlia was still cowering, not even thinking about stepping out of her bedroom to see who was standing outside her apartment door.

The man left after a while, and Tahlia was still staring blankly at a point in the air, as night fell and the room gradually fell into darkness.

For the next few days, Tahlia couldn't remember exactly what she did.

Has she eaten?Or did she spend the whole day reading that book on the coffee table?What else should she do now?

And why is she here?

Intuition told her that she should cry──

But why is she crying?

A man's cold face flashed uncontrollably in his mind... yes, Snape...

She remembered.

All the memories of that night are now clearly appearing in her head, lingering──

But everything else is blurred.

It should be said that she doesn't know what she is now, or what the reason for her existence is...

She's a wizard, isn't she?

That's right, an old wizard who came to their home after receiving the admission letter confirmed this to her personally... But who was that person?

Ah, it's Dumbledore.

The principal of their school.

She also studied there, right?

She should know some people, a few faces appear in her thoughts one after another, each face is smiling brightly, yes, she has many friends...

And she wanted to... she wanted to protect her friends.

But both James and Lily are dead, by the...

Tahlia frowned.

She felt like she was missing something...

She seemed...should have killed that—Voldemort?

but why?

Tahlia went back to bed and sat still.

Fragments of memories came back to her, allowing her to capture them, she never forgot them, but for some reason now she lost the ability to read those memories.

It's as if she's completely confused right now.

It took her a long time to sort out all the reasons why she had to kill Voldemort.

It took longer to remember what she was supposed to be doing now, and the responsibilities that still lay on her.

then.

She suddenly didn't want to continue.

She didn't want to sort out what had gotten her into this sudden mess.

"Why?" Tahlia blurted out, but froze when she heard her own voice.

Can't help her.

Although she didn't want to touch it, those memories were still clearly imprinted in her mind, just like at the beginning, completely overriding the rest of the trivial things.

"Why?" she murmured again.

Why is that man doing this?

Why did he want to hurt her like this?What did she do wrong?

She just... She just wanted to ensure that he lived safely and happily, but in the end, what did she get in return?

Holding tightly to the fabric on my chest, it hurts...

It's really... so uncomfortable.

Heart is bleeding.

She even had the feeling that some liquid could be touched by her fingertips.

"Why..." Another sentence came out of his mouth.

Sure enough, she was too extravagant.

She deserves nothing, no matter what, she was not expected by anyone when she was born, no one should help her, no one should care about her...

And no one would... fall in love with her.

Why didn't she realize this sooner?And now that she knows, she doesn't want extravagant hopes anymore, she doesn't want anything.

So can you stop making her... because of this, feel pain?

She couldn't take it any longer...

please-

"Tahlia!"

A few days later, Tahlia was just getting her footing in a room when a furry creature threw herself at her.

She lowered her head and took another moment to remind herself that she was here at Lily's request.

She had to watch over Harry Potter.

"Let's go," she said, and added after a short pause. "Harry."

Harry stopped his movements, tilted his little head to the side, and looked at Tahlia with confused eyes for an instant.

"Tahlia?"

"Let's go." Tahlia said again, she didn't understand what the little boy's pause meant, she just knew that she should take her away now.

Yes, she should get out of here, she has a lot of things to do, and she has to take care of this little child growing up.

He reached out and picked up the little thing, but he became restless and began to wriggle in her arms, tears welling up suddenly, as if they were about to fall out of his eyes at any moment...

Tahlia frowned.

Why?

She...should have been taking care of the child before, right?

How could he suddenly not get used to her contact?

"Don't make trouble." She said lightly. "Otherwise I'll leave you behind."

The little boy was so wronged that he didn't dare to move, but he still looked at her with puzzled eyes. Finally, she turned around holding the boy and was about to leave, but stopped temporarily.

Maybe she should leave a note.

If she remembered correctly, she shouldn't have taken the boy away from the boy's godfather without saying a word.

After a while, the two people who were originally in the room disappeared, leaving only a piece of parchment, which slowly and solitaryly fell from the sky...

One big and one small appeared directly at the door of a hotel, and Tahlia went upstairs with the little boy in her arms after quickly going through the formalities of the room.

"Where's Tahlia?"

Unexpectedly, just as she put the child down, she heard his soft and timid voice.

"What are you talking about?" Tahlia asked, frowning again.

The little dark-haired boy stepped back cautiously, as if Tahlia was a stranger in front of him.

What about Tahlia?

There was only one question in Harry's mind at the moment, where did Tahlia go?This person was definitely not Tahlia, he just knew it.

Thinking about it, and thinking about taking a few steps back, but accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Both of them froze in place.

Then, Harry's tears started to flow out one after another.

"Where's Tahlia?" he cried.

Tahlia was also stunned, completely unable to understand why the child would ask such a strange question, and after a while, she spoke slowly. "I'm Tahlia..."

Harry cried louder. "No, not Tahlia!" he broke out. "Tahlia! Laugh!"

"Laughing?" Tahlia's brow was still furrowed.

Why are you laughing?

Nothing to be happy about, is there?

Even so, Tahlia walked up to Harry slowly, knelt down, and said. "I am Tahlia, I will still take care of you in the future, I am not a bad person..."

"No, it's not..." Harry continued sniffling and crying. "no the same."

"That's not it." Tahlia said lightly. "Whether I'm the Tahlia you know or not, just pretend she doesn't exist. From now on, I'll take care of you."

Harry stared blankly at Tahlia, as if trying to understand the meaning of the sentences she spat out that were too long for a two-year-old, which was obviously very difficult.

Tahlia hugged Harry again, and for some reason, she unconsciously stretched out her other hand to touch his head, and it seemed to work, Harry's eyes widened and he stopped crying.

"Tahlia," he called.

"Ah."

So they began to travel non-stop.

Tahlia was always busy, and only when Harry staggered up to her and spat out bits and pieces of food nouns did she notice that the little one was probably hungry.

Then after Harry wrinkled his face at some of the food he bought from outside and didn't really want to eat it, Tahlia started to roll up his sleeves and go into the small kitchen of their temporary residence to make some food himself.

that's it.

Tahlia will no longer think of preparing food for the little boy when he cries that he is hungry. No matter where she goes, she will definitely remember to come back at meal time so that he will not be hungry again.

She felt she had done her duty.

While looking after the child, I was also busy searching for old reports of certain places.

A month later, Tahlia took Harry to a small village by the sea, and only slowly walked out of the hotel after he fell asleep on the hotel bed.

It's probably here.

Tahlia stood on the pebble shore, with the sea in front of her eyes.

The sea breeze is constantly blowing on the face, the temperature in this season should be very warm, and everyone should enjoy this feeling, except her.

The only thing she knew now was that she was likely to face one of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and she didn't feel any other irrelevant things.

Tahlia slowly took off her shoes and socks, and stepped into the sea water. This seemingly ordinary place, if nothing unexpected happened, should be one of the places where Voldemort stored the Horcrux.

Even though that person repulsed him very much when he was in the orphanage, presumably that only outing in the orphanage was also a very deep memory in his heart. In any case, he almost spent his childhood there.

The sea water has reached the knee level, but she is still walking towards the depth...

That place may have to be reached by swimming.

And Tahlia guessed right.

She didn't even have to swim far to see that there was an obvious small cave in a place deeper under the sea, and she intuitively thought that was the place she was looking for. Sure enough, after passing the cave, she started to swim upstream, and she was in a place after a while Diving out of the sea, it is not a big small space.

Taking a deep breath, Tahlia slowly swam towards the ground beside her...

A decisive incantation caused the blood on her arm to spray on the wall of a cave she found, and then she walked deeper through the small door that opened after getting the blood.

The footsteps paused.

Tahlia stayed where she was for a while.

Today I always feel that something is... not right.

Maybe she should go back first and come back another day...

No.

As soon as this idea flashed in her mind, she immediately rejected it. The sooner these matters are resolved, the better, especially since she doesn't want to step into this cold cave again.

Soon, Tahlia was standing on a small island in the middle of the small lake, where a stone basin glowing green stood.

That's it.

She also quickly discovered that what she was looking for was at the bottom of the stone basin, but it was blocked by these obstructive potions, and these potions could not be eliminated.

Potions... eh?

To be honest, she doesn't have a good impression of potions now──

"So, I can only drink these things, just like you, my dear master."

Words full of sarcasm spit out from the mouth, echoed very clearly in this silent cave, followed by a sneer.

Tahlia held a small glass goblet already filled with the dangerous liquid from the stone basin, and she held it aloft in false salute to the air.

"To your death, then, my lord," she said.

Head up and down.