[HP] Don't talk to me

"Taefa, do you know that you have violated the provisions of Chapter 1834 of the Ministry of Magic's "Prohibition of Drugs Regulations" by using scorpion stones, a clearly marked prohibited potion? According to the regulations, you should be sentenced to permanent detention and serve your sentence The place is in Azkaban."

"I know, I obey the sentence."

"Take her down."

I stood before the jury with my heart beating so fast.Two people who looked like guards came forward and each grabbed my arm.

I turned my head and looked around, and there was darkness all around me, and I couldn't see anyone else.

I felt empty under my armpits, and the guard took away the crutches I was wearing, and then another guard handed something over and stuffed it under my legs.

It was a prosthetic.

"From now on, take it with you, and never take it off again!" The judge's voice floated over in a high voice.

I was so scared that I couldn't speak, I just struggled and didn't want them to bring me.But one guard held me down, and the other tried to untie the clothes tied around my thighs, put the artificial limb under my stumped leg, and stuffed it on.

"No!" I finally couldn't help screaming, heart-piercing.

"Tata! Tata!"

Dazedly, I heard voices in my ears, and I gradually regained my sobriety.The court dissipated, the black slowly faded, and the light gradually flooded into the eyes.I feel someone stroking my forehead with a finger, and I open my eyes to find it.

Snape met my eyes, and he sighed. "Are you having nightmares again?"

I shook my head, my throat was itchy, and I tried to open my mouth and said, "No...not really, cough cough."

It was still the earliest morning, and the surroundings were quiet.I seem to be used to waking up a few hours earlier than normal people, and even the people who share my bed with me have to suffer from getting up early.

He hugged me tightly and put his hands back on my back to pat me gently.I felt a little hot, and pressed my right hand to his chest, breaking free from his restraint.

"Cough, cough, cough." I coughed a few more times, trying to avoid his direction, facing outside, couldn't help pausing for a while, and then started coughing again. "Cough cough cough cough..."

He wanted to pull me in front of him, but I refused, and turned my whole body outwards, toward the floor under the hospital bed, coughing harder and harder.

He got up and got out of bed and poured me a glass of water.I took the water glass, half-lyed up, and turned my back to him again.

During this time, I started coughing up blood. I was afraid of contagion, so I stopped letting him stay in my ward for a long time.But he always sneaked into the room while I was asleep in the middle of the night and slept with me.My wand had been confiscated, spells could not be cast in the room, and the hand that had been eaten away by the scorpion stone was almost completely numb, and there was no resistance at all.

How long can I live?Sometimes when I was alone on the bed, looking at my left arm covered with black bruises, I would suddenly wonder if the bruises would continue to spread to my neck and then to my brain.When it affects my brain, I will lose consciousness forever, and I will never be disturbed by emotions again.

"Last night, the nurse said that I will give you a bath this morning. Now, the nurse hasn't come yet, do you need me to take you to the toilet first?" His voice was very calm.

"No, I don't want to go." I responded in a low voice, clutching the sheets secretly. "Stay away from me, please. If I need help, I will. But it shouldn't be you."

"This person must be me." He replied more simply.

I want to refute, I want to tell him: No, it should never be him!But I said nothing more, because I knew he would not accept my wishes.He stubbornly wanted to move forward with the debt he owed me, but in this battle of wills, I lost.I can only accept his choice silently and let him go smoothly.

At noon, I had lunch.Snape went to Mendel to discuss the illness, leaving me in my room to read.The nurse suddenly pushed open the door and came in with a letter. "It's from Holland." After she finished speaking, my heart was already hanging in the air.

It's Andrew's letter!After almost half a year, he finally got news recently.It turned out that he felt that the laws in Georgia were too strict, and he wanted to continue to help me find potion materials, so he moved his family to the Netherlands, where the wizarding laws are looser and the living conditions are better. It took a few months to settle down.

He said that he would find a way to return to the UK to see me in the near future.In my reply letter, I didn't tell him about my condition, but I just reminded him that the scorpion stone was no longer used, so I asked him not to worry.

I opened today's letter and read it carefully, only to realize that when he planned to visit me, he sent Millie to Hogwarts for an interview.Millie applied for a freshman place at Hogwarts, but because she was an international student, she had to pass an interview to be accepted.

Both Andrew and Millie are coming, and the time in the letter is set for next Monday, and today is already Friday, so the situation is too urgent.

I panicked, and when Snape returned to the ward, I had already got out of bed by myself, leaning on the edge of the bed and walking slowly on crutches.

As soon as he pushed the door, I lost my center of gravity and fell to the ground with my right shoulder on the ground, grinning in pain.

"What are you doing?" He rushed over to help me.

I crawled back onto the bed in embarrassment, dejected.In the past two weeks, in order to resist his idea of ​​wearing prosthetic limbs, I got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair. I have never worked so hard to move around today.

"Andrew and Millie are coming to see me." I honestly explained the reason.

He frowned, "So, you practice walking so hard?"

I nodded and said softly, "I don't want them to see me like this. I want to smile, and smile beautifully. I want to walk, and walk steadily."

"Okay, I'll put a prosthetic on you."

I shook my head and said pitifully, "I still don't want it."

Without further ado, he took out the artificial limb from under the bedside table and placed it in front of me. "I'm not forcing you, Tata, think about it for yourself."

I pondered and thought for a long time.And he stared at me quietly, without speaking.

"Okay, I'll try it on." I made a decision.

"If I had known, I should have contacted Andrew." Snape said disappointedly, "His charm is much greater than mine."

I smiled and didn't answer.

In fact, I just know that I am getting closer and closer to death.So I don't want to leave an embarrassing last impression when meeting old friends and children.

At the last moment of life, people will become more selfish.I selfishly want to keep a little ridiculous chic, even though I know it's actually pathetic.

He wanted to wear a prosthetic for me, but I still refused.I let him out of the room and dragged the prosthesis under the covers myself.It was the first time I put it on by myself, I had no experience, and I called him in after I stumbled to get it done.

I got up from the bed and he held me up.I put the wizard robe down so that he still couldn't see my stumped leg.After a few steps, I couldn't grasp the balance.He took me in his arms and stepped back to guide me forward.

He was getting thinner and thinner, I put my chin on his shoulder, our bones rubbed against each other, it was a huge torture.

We practiced for another half an hour.

Drenched in sweat, I disarmed and surrendered. "Forget it, let's practice here first."

He took out his handkerchief to wipe my sweat, pinched my chin with his fingers, and was about to bow his head and kiss me when he lifted it up.I immediately took two steps back, just leaned back, and sat back on the bed.I was afraid of saliva infection, so I stopped kissing him since he coughed up blood for half a month.

He posted it without hesitation.I still resisted, and reached out to touch his body in a panic, touching his protrusion through the wizard robe.

He stopped all movement.

I thought he was very comfortable, so I went to take off his coat when there was no one else in the room. "I'm sorry, I haven't helped you for half a month. I will help you now." Only last time, I helped him solve that time at night, and within a few days after that, I started coughing up blood. It didn't work out.I feel very guilty.

He immediately grabbed my hand, his voice firm and low. "No, Tata, it's not like that, it's not like that, it's not right."

My face turned red uncontrollably, and I didn't dare to look up at him, still staring at his body. "Then I'll use my mouth for you..." I thought, although I was coughing up blood, I could use my mouth to make sure it wouldn't infect him, just wipe him clean after a while.

"I said, it's not like this." He squatted down, resting my head in his hands, and forcibly looked at me with an angry face.

"This is what I want." He leaned forward, kissed me fiercely, and entangled my lips and tongue.

I was terrified in my heart, but his strength was much stronger than mine, and he completely restrained my struggle.His tongue is like a ball of fire, scurrying in my mouth.I cried out in pain: "Woo..." But he didn't stop, he was still sucking hard, as if he wanted to suck me into his body.I reached out and tore his hair, but he ignored me.

I pushed my knees against his body again, but instead he pushed me down and lay face up on the bed. He pressed up and pressed me tightly. I felt dizzy and my brain went blank.

He let out a sigh of relief, and I just breathed a sigh of relief.He stuck it up again, nibbling and licking my neck with his mouth.

A feeling like an electric shock spread all over my body immediately, I struggled in a panic, but he seemed really unwilling to accommodate me today, he just pressed me down and acted forcefully according to his own wishes.

He unbuttoned my coat and my bra, stretched out his hands to pinch/finger on my breasts, and then along the navel, to the bottom.

I clamped my legs tightly to keep his fingers from reaching into more intimate places.I glanced at the door of the room in despair, afraid that the nurse would push the door in the next second.

I started sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all over.

He didn't continue to go down, and stretched his hand back to my chest, still kissing my neck lightly.

"Sorry, I'm an asshole." He calmed down, apologetically.

I shook my head, speechless.

The weight on me was gone, and he moved aside to tuck me in.I immediately turned my back to him and said softly, "Go out, I want to take off my prosthesis."

He got up and went out.I took off the prosthesis, threw it on the floor aside, and curled up under the covers.

My throat was itchy, I opened my mouth and coughed fiercely, and a few drops of bright red blood fell on the pillow.I cried, buried my head in the quilt and cried bitterly.I knew he would not come in again for the time being, so I simply cried unscrupulously.

Between us it turned out to be like this, love is not right, hate is not right, after all there is only tiredness left.

Maybe, this will be a good thing too, one day he will get tired of me, leave and never come back...

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