[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Early the next morning, Tahlia took Nigel, who was still sleepy, to Black's old house, and after explaining a few words to Sirius, who was also obviously not fully awake, he apparated and appeared in the forest that made him sick.

And Snape was already waiting there, arms crossed, leaning against a tree not far ahead without saying a word.

Tahlia pouted, decided not to talk to him, and walked past him without saying a word.

"Proceed with caution." At the moment they crossed their bodies, a word came to their ears, Tahlia paused, but immediately continued to move forward.

Where did she need Snape's reminder to be careful...she'd been careful, always careful—how else would she have survived?She had encountered many crises before, but she survived.

Even so, even though she was thinking about this countless times in her heart, Tahlia couldn't help turning her head after all, and then saw Snape's expression was indescribably solemn, and his reaction, for some reason, made her feel as if there was something wrong with him. The force hit his head.

Shaking his head slightly, he expelled the confusion that flashed in his mind for a moment.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Anyway, despite saying she didn't need anyone's help, being here now, with someone waiting here, gave her unspeakable strength, even if it was Snape.

Turning around, Tahlia took a deep breath and took a step—

Not long after walking, she saw a person sitting in front of the small house in the distance, and Tahlia quickened her pace silently.

"Peter," she called, stepping out of the shadows, before the little man in front of her was about to cast a spell. "it's me."

"Tahlia?" Peter asked with wide eyes, slowly put away his wand, took a few steps forward, and asked in a low voice anxiously. "What are you doing here? Didn't you get the—"

"Of course." Tahlia replied quietly. "This is the purpose of my coming..." After a pause, she sighed softly. "You shouldn't have delivered that message to me."

"What, what?" Peter looked confused, then shook his head, falling into anxiety again. "That doesn't matter...Tahlia...you know...you know that person is going to kill you—"

"Of course I do." Tahlia forced a smile. "But I still have to come back, it's important, Peter... I'm grateful that you risked your life to eavesdrop and even send back messages... What you don't know is that things got complicated—"

"Why is it so complicated?" Peter was almost pacing in a hurry. "He...he wants to kill you, you should stay away...you, you should—"

"Should I?" Tahlia frowned, interrupting Peter with a raised hand. "No, I shouldn't! I shouldn't be hiding away...especially at this time, I can't stay out of it by saying anything."

"But he—"

"But he's not going to kill me now, Peter...you should know, what he said is, find a chance to kill me later." Tahlia closed her eyes, and it took a long time to open them again, and Peter didn't say a word during this time.

"How is Lord now?" After a while, Tahlia changed the subject and asked.

Peter kept his mouth shut, as if he didn't really want to change the subject.

"Come on, Peter—"

"He's asleep." Peter said reluctantly, but the voice was thin as if forced through his teeth. "Should not wake up in a short time..."

Tahlia was patient. "What I'm asking is about his situation..."

Peter froze for a few seconds before reacting. "Ah, you're asking—" Seeing Tahlia nod silently, he continued. "His sleepiness is getting longer and longer... He seems very dissatisfied with this, but I... I think it can last for a while, which is about the same as I originally estimated."

"Is that so..." Tahlia murmured.

For her, this may be good news.

Voldemort was extremely weak now, and it was even more difficult to stay awake than before. Of course, she would not naively think that she could easily get away with it, but the difficulty had indeed decreased.

Thinking, she walked forward slowly.

Peter looked blank. "Tahlia...he...I said Lord...he's still asleep." He had no idea what Tahlia's motives were for wanting to enter the house at this moment, he just wanted to stay outside forever, not inside for a second face the person. "And there's more—"

Tahlia didn't look back, but interrupted Peter's words flatly and directly. "It would be better if he sees me appearing in front of him as soon as he wakes up." After a pause, he added another sentence. "I think this is more sincere, isn't it? After all, I came here this time to obtain his forgiveness—" After she finished speaking, she stepped forward and pushed open the door of the cabin.

It was very dark inside.

It was even darker than the few times she had been here before, and there was a dampness in the air, and Tahlia almost felt that from the moment she stepped into the room, the moisture here was going to make her moldy.

The window that would let in a few rays of light is now tightly sealed by several wooden boards. Could it be that her dear master doesn't even want to see the sun anymore?Squinting her eyes unconsciously, she skipped over some unknown liquid on the floor in front of her, and quickly pushed open the door leading to the inside.

The feeling of the corridor inside is even more uncomfortable.

Not only was it damp, but there was also an unpleasant smell, Tahlia knew she shouldn't be thinking about it now, but she still couldn't help thinking in her mind that it seemed that her dear master couldn't smell the smell at all, maybe because of his sense of smell Already out of order with the deformed face?

She actually wants to laugh now... this is really bad... She can't imagine what will happen if she really laughs in front of Voldemort, if that happens, she doesn't have to say anything, because no matter how much she says It didn't work either.

It took her quite a while to restrain herself from laughing on the spot. After her emotions calmed down, she took a deep breath, ordered herself to ignore the stench in her mouth and nose, and slowly opened the room on the right. The door, if she remembers correctly, Voldemort was always in this room when he was asleep...

Sure enough, people are always more comfortable staying where they are used to. The irony is that even though Voldemort's temper fluctuated, even though he kept emphasizing that he was beyond ordinary people, he still couldn't get rid of ordinary people's habits.

Tahlia closed her eyes, adjusted her posture, and then stood quietly in the dark room, staring at the creature above the bed in the corner.

This feels really weird...

Who would believe that the man who was so frightening before that he didn't even dare to mention his name would now be in such a state of desperation, trying to survive. Now she finally knows where the smell that pervades here comes from.

In fact, there is no need to be surprised, is it?After all, the owner of the body that Voldemort is currently occupying had already died at the very beginning. She just didn't expect that after only a few weeks, Voldemort's situation would deteriorate so badly. It seems that Peter's prediction was quite optimistic... …

The waiting time is always long.In order to relieve the tension, Tahlia has already counted to one hundred countless times in her heart, Voldemort still has no sign of waking up, so long that she almost thought optimistically that he was dead──

"Who?" The harsh voice suddenly reached Tahlia's ears.

Tahlia was stunned for a moment unconsciously, and then quickly knelt down on the ground in the next second. "Lord."

As if he didn't expect that it would be Tahlia, Voldemort was silent for a few seconds before speaking hoarsely. "……It's you."

Tahlia maintained the same posture, quietly waiting for Voldemort to speak again.She could clearly feel that Voldemort's emotions seemed to be not very good because he didn't hide his surprise.In other words, he's clearly unhappy...

This must be the first time Voldemort has been upset by her presence—

"I remember... I didn't... ask you... come here, Tahlia." The cold voice came into my ears again.

Tahlia looked up slightly. "Lord... I came here myself—I had to." She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I've come...to beg your...forgiveness."

There was a burst of laughter, and it must have lasted for a while before it stopped. After the laughter stopped, Voldemort asked jokingly. "Should you tell...me...what did you do...need to beg...beg my...forgiveness?"

"You know, Lord," Tahlia said softly. "I never meant to lie to you... Pettigrew messaged me—"

"Oh?"

Tahlia raised her head again, pushing herself up a bit this time. "Pettigrew sent me a message... I figured I must have done something wrong to make you... so angry... that you wanted to—"

"Kill you?" Voldemort answered amusedly.

Tahlia crouched down again, mouth shut.

"Why should I...kill you?" Voldemort's tone became flat. "You're my... how dependent... subordinate—" He stopped talking suddenly, propped himself up on thin arms that could almost be said to be broken, and stared straight at Tahlia, frowning. "You're... scared."

Tahlia stiffened, and after a long time, she spoke in a trembling voice. "I've always been in awe of you, Lord."

Voldemort waved his hand impatiently. "Don't...try to deceive me...I can tell the...difference." He narrowed his eyes, and then raised the corners of his mouth clearly. "It seems...that kind of utter loyalty...that you always...talked about before...isn't very credible...is it?"

Tahlia didn't answer, but that was enough for Voldemort.

Voldemort had never really trusted anyone, not in the past, not in the present, and never in the future, she never doubted that.In other words, her performance met Voldemort's expectations.

"Tahlia."

Hearing her own name, Tahlia raised her head quickly. "Lord?"

Voldemort smiled wickedly. "If I...now...take your life...how will you react?"

"I..." Tahlia stared wide-eyed and was stunned for a few seconds. During the process, she had to desperately resist Voldemort's powerful instigmatism, and it didn't take long before she felt exhausted.

"I'm...asking you...something." Voldemort added coldly.

"I..." It was rare for Tahlia to show panic in front of Voldemort. The last time she reacted like this was when she was in fifth grade when she learned that she was about to be marked. "To you... the living me... is more useful than the dead one." She whispered, her voice seemed to have been squeezed because her throat was too tight.

"After all...you are not...as loyal as...you keep...promising." Voldemort said in a tone that knew her very well. "I remember you once... said—willing to give your life... for me...huh?"

Of course she did.

It should be said, which Death Eater didn't say that?Everyone knows what Voldemort likes to hear, and of course they pick out those sentences...

Even the most ignorant person knew that in front of Voldemort he could only show loyalty, otherwise there would be only one end.

Seeing Tahlia fall into silence again, Voldemort didn't ask any more questions, only raised one eyebrow slightly, and then returned to the previous topic in an instant. "Being alive is more...useful than being dead, Tahlia...you... think so?"

Tahlia let her head drop lower. "Yes."

Voldemort burst out laughing, laughing maniacally, and even though it didn't take long for him to be out of breath, he still found it extremely funny.

Tahlia Watson... But she is just a mortal who is afraid of death and just wants to live... Of course, it doesn't mean that he will give up the idea of ​​getting rid of her.

"I need proof." He said slowly, and added after the woman below showed a confused look. "Go and bring...Bella...them...to me—" Satisfied with Tahlia's momentary terrified expression. "As you said... you are alive... useful to me."

Tahlia was really terrified, not the hypocritical attitude she usually deliberately created, but the real terrified from the bottom of her heart.

Voldemort wanted her to... jailbreak?Robbing Azkaban?

In fact, this is almost the same as killing her directly. Tahlia felt frustrated, maybe her coming here didn't resolve any of Voldemort's doubts, but only added to his suspicions...

"Ah... Nagini... came back...just in time..."