[HP] Don't talk to me

"Aunt Tata!" The clear and loud child's voice seemed to have a magical power, which could instantly break the inexplicable but always-present negative atmosphere in the boring and closed room.

When Millie came in with Andrew, before stepping through the door, she showed her small head and waved at me continuously.She still looks the same as she did a few months ago, a sweet little angel, a child who can make people happy.

I had just had a fight with Snape before they came in.It is said to be a quarrel, but it is actually a cold war.We both lost the ability to quarrel with each other. If it was a few years ago, maybe I would apparate with a wave of my wand and go away alone.But now my wand can only lie quietly in the sterilized drawer beside the bed, out of the sun, just like myself.And Snape never acted aggressively towards me, if before, he would probably just say a few sarcastic remarks.Now even this indifference was gone, only silence remained.He won't accommodate me, but he won't give me the kind of feedback I want either.

The reason for our quarrel was probably that I wanted to stand up and go to the door to welcome the guests, but he refused to allow it.

He doesn't allow me anything, I'm not allowed to eat what I want, I am not allowed to go for a walk in the garden, I am not allowed to talk to too many people, I am not even allowed to lie in bed for a long time to read a book or read the "Daily Prophet" ".

I was still coughing up blood, and Mendel had confirmed that I wasn't contagious, but I had to be infused with blood every day for that.The arms are densely packed with small pinholes. If you insert them too many times in one place, the flesh will not grow well, so you insert them in different places.The clean right arm was completely destroyed by the pinhole, and finally changed to the left arm covered with bruises.Mendel said that my left hand was so atrophied that I never used it because it was basically numb, and that it was now no more than a dry stick of firewood.Fortunately, this kind of atrophy does not affect the effect of blood transfusion, but the time will be much longer. Many times, Snape and I sit opposite each other for a whole afternoon. The long transfusion stick lying between us Blood vessel.

My voice is hoarse and I don't like to talk too much.Woke up very early this morning, secretly put on the prosthesis under the covers, and was discovered by Snape when he got up.He asked me what I was doing and I just turned my head to look at him.

"I'm going to the door to see. When will they come?"

The room was cursed by Snape, and the room temperature was kept warm all day long.He rolled over from his own bed and walked quickly to me while buttoning his white shirt.

"Don't walk, you just had surgery yesterday." He carved a soft kiss on my forehead, then picked me up horizontally, and carefully put me back on the bed.

He wanted to cover me with a quilt, but I stretched out my hand to block it.

"No, I don't want to."

He ignored me at all.I don't know when it started, he seemed to be automatically immune to my rejection.

My hand and his hand holding the quilt were pressed against each other, and there was a stalemate. "I said I don't want it, can't you hear me?"

"I hear it," he said, "but I don't accept your request."

I stared at him, and felt that his expression was full of disdain for a moment. He was contemptuous of me, and he felt that my words were not important.

"Get out!" I exploded, so violently and inexplicably that I couldn't control myself.I was unhappy, emotional, and my chest heaved wildly.

I pushed him, as hard as I could.But although he has lost weight, he is still much stronger than me.I didn't push him down as I wished, and let him be in a mess on his back as I imagined. Instead, I lost my balance due to the back force and fell backwards.

My head hit the corner of the bedside table, and a burst of severe pain hit me, enough to make my eyes stare, my limbs fluttered, and I became the most embarrassed one.

It took a few seconds for Snape to rush up and grab me, wrapping me in his arms.His hand reached up to the back of my head and I heard him breathing wildly.

He reached for his wand with the other hand, but he hadn't put on his coat when he got up, and he was used to keeping his wand in the invisible pocket of his coat.So he laid me down on the bed, and turned to look for his wand.

The Venus in front of my eyes disappeared, but the pain was still there.I felt something sticky near my ear, so I stroked it with my hand, it was blood.Viscous and rich plasma is dripping down my ears.

Snape probably didn't understand why I was still looking at the ceiling with a smile on my face.He's been saying lately that I'm too "moody," crying, laughing, and not talking all day.In fact, he does not know, I am too lonely.

A bit of blood like this can't arouse my troubles, and it happened last time. This is not the first time I have such a self-harming injury.Snape held me halfway against him like a skilled orderly, and whispered a healing spell to me.He also chanted the Feilai mantra, and called a towel soaked in hot water from the bathroom to wipe the blood on the back of my head.

I have a little abdominal pain, probably because the wound from yesterday's operation has not healed.Snape was actually right, I shouldn't have moved.Snape also happened to reach out and quickly lifted my hospital gown. He wanted to check the location of the wound for any abnormalities. Although Mendel's technique was good, he still had to leave an incision and it would hurt for a few days.

I didn't block him anymore, just because I found it boring.There was a faint pain in the place he touched, and he asked me, "Does it hurt?" I shook my head.

"Tata, Tata..." He hugged me tightly and just whispered my name.

I didn't know how to respond to him. I had prepared a lot of words to say, but I couldn't make any sound when I opened my mouth.It's not that he lost his voice again, it's just that he didn't have the strength to speak.Everything was plain and tasteless, and I gave up struggling.

Eventually we both regressed and I sat on the head of the bed and waited, wearing prosthetics and trying to look normal.Snape stood beside me, quietly silent.

As Millie ran toward me, I held out my hand, trying to put a smile on my tired face.The little girl got into my arms, and her long, fluffy hair swayed from side to side and played under my armpits.I hugged her tighter and she lifted her head to kiss me on the cheek.

"I miss you!" Her voice was so sweet, it made me feel happy.

"I miss you too." I stared at the little girl emotionally, and stroked her chin a few times with the ball of my thumb.

Millie was a bright kid, much smarter than her father.I could feel that she was surprised and uneasy for a moment after she entered the room, but her expression changed in an instant, and she soon became that lively, cheerful, sunny little girl again.

As for Andrew, the first second I looked at him, I could read the uncomfortably serious and gloomy expression on his expression.If it's for me, he should learn to smile.

"Andrew, how are you doing?" I greeted him.

Andrew didn't answer, just sat down on the chair Snape brought for him and stared at me blankly.

"Why didn't Martha come? Millie, where's your mother?" I had nothing to say, just to reduce the embarrassment.

Millie leaned against the bed, rubbed my hand, and rubbed her face against the back of my hand from time to time. "Mom can't leave her job."

"So where do you live now?"

"In a small town, a wizarding town in the Netherlands, it's safe." Andrew said in a low voice.

I heard a gloomy mood in his tone.It was supposed to be a happy time for friends to meet, but now it was fine, and they became awkward unconsciously, no one was laughing, except the little girl.

Andrew said: "Millie, I saw Aunt Tata who you miss so much. You can go out and play in the garden by yourself for a while. Dad and Auntie want to talk about something, okay?"

Millie nodded, got up and went out the door.

Within a few seconds, the atmosphere in the room changed immediately. I looked down at the white sheets and felt a kind of anxiety gripping my heart.

I heard a sudden violent sound beside the bed, and I looked up in amazement to see Snape grabbing Andrew's collar at some point, and punching Andrew's cheek.There was a dull blow, and Andrew didn't hide.

"For the consequences of your so-called friendship and help, as your former teacher, educate you, you—— Ravenclaw who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!" Snape let go of his hand.

Andrew gritted his teeth and turned to look at me.

I feel uncomfortable, what does this matter have to do with Andrew?After all, I don't know that Ravenclaw is me.

"Severus, what's wrong with you?" I frowned, stood up, and pushed Snape unsteadily.

"Tata!" Andrew grabbed my arm, and Snape held me almost simultaneously.Andrew raised his voice and spoke quickly: "Come with me, go to Holland to recuperate!"

I was silent for a few seconds, and the two men in the room held me with one hand, and they didn't want to let go, but who knows what I was thinking, I don't think they really understood.

I bent the corner of my mouth and said softly, "I want to go back to Finland."

Andrew's gone, he can't stay long in St. Mungo's, that's what I mean.He took Millie, and a little girl like Millie shouldn't be in a place like this all the time.He said he would come to see me in two days, and I said yes.But I knew in my heart that from the moment he walked into the room, I had already made up my mind to distance myself from him. His life was bright and he shouldn't always be involved in these things of mine.I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it.

After Andrew left, Snape stared at me for a long time, and then asked me, "Are you really going back to Finland?"

He should be very surprised to hear it today.Because I always told him that I was going back to school, back to Spider's End, but I never told him that I was going back to Finland.

In fact, I have been thinking about it in my heart for a long time. After so many years, I have never gone back.Even though I missed my mother very much, I never went back to find her.Why, why am I doing this?I felt as if I had made a huge mistake, and there was a sense of awakening frustration.

I'm dying and in another world, how should I explain it to her?

Mom—I do it for a man, to love him, to feel happy lying at his feet like a blade of grass.

So—Mom, please forgive me.

It sounds like a pretty annoying answer.The memory has been blurred, I can't remember whether my mother's temper is good or bad, I am really afraid that she will be angry.So I want my bones to go back to her.In this way, in another world, he still has a lot of time to accompany her and make her happy.

I met Snape's nervous gaze, responded with a serious expression, and nodded.

"I want to go home."