[HP] Don't talk to me

I thought Snape was going to stop me, that he would not let me go, as obstinately as he wouldn't let me go outside for air.As a result, he didn't, and he calmly accepted my choice.

People from the Ministry of Magic have been standing guard outside the hospital, waiting to catch me and bring me to trial.I found out later that Snape was very much against the Ministry of Magic.Every time he quarrels with Kingsley, he doesn't let me know, and the two are locked in a private office and are at war.A war hero, a Minister for Magic.No one can let anyone else, they all have principles that need to be guarded.

Bryce came to see me with a bouquet of flowers.I chatted with him about recent events at Hogwarts: Which college has a particularly good student, who played a prank on Mrs. Pince, what new rules did Acting Headmaster McGonagall make, and Hagrid brought in from outside again What kind of magical creature... We always have fun talking together, and we can't stop talking.

I had almost finished talking about the school, so I restrained my smile and said to him solemnly: "I'm leaving, you know that?"

Bryce didn't smile anymore. With bright eyes shining, he answered me word for word: "Yes, he said it."

"I'm going home, what's the matter with you, should you smile?" I saw him frowning, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

He gave me a wry smile back, very perfunctory.

I made a face at him.

"Actually, I was thinking, how can I go back." I hesitated and said, "The Ministry of Magic is unlikely to let me go, I haven't gone to the Ministry of Magic yet..."

"You know, he has a way," Bryce said, "and even if he can't, I'll figure it out."

"You, don't meddle in it." I shook my head and said, "It's not enough to drag one, but it's not enough to drag two, and it's not enough to drag two, and now it's not enough to drag three, I might as well face myself directly at Avada."

He said in a muffled voice: "No one thinks you are a burden, don't think about it. Tata, I found that you like to think about it more and more. Maybe it's because you have stayed in this hospital for too long. It's not like when we first met. The you in my impression, how nice you were back then."

"Smoking, drinking, and secretly eating meth, haha." I concluded to myself, "It's really good, at least it's free."

Before I could finish my sentence, the nurse opened the door and came in with a blood transfusion bottle in her hand.I shuddered instinctively, and Bryce grabbed my hand, and I gave him a subdued smile.

The nurse intubated skillfully with a smile, and lifted my cuffs. The black bruises covered my entire arm, looking ugly and hideous.I withdraw my clean hand from Bryce and stroke it gently over the bruise.

"I'm too skinny." I wasn't asking him, I was drawing conclusions.I'm skinny, and although I'm eating well each day, my absorption seems to be getting worse. "If I had this effect when I wanted to lose weight before, I don't know how happy I would be."

The nurse turned and left after finishing her work, and we were the only two left in the room.

"Bryce, there is something I want to tell you. That is, I am dying." I said seriously, "Severus is not here, let's tell the truth between the two of us. Actually, I really want to tell him Say, but I can't. I'm dying, and I know it."

"Tata..."

"Actually, you know, maybe he knows too." I looked up at the ceiling, and withdrew the tears that were about to come out of my eyes.

"I can't be cured, and I don't want to be cured anymore. The last thing I want now is that you will remember me after I die, and you won't be able to get out. I'm not afraid that you will be sad for too long, because after all, we have known each other for a limited time. You always meet new friends, as long as you remember me as an old friend once in a while. But he can't, I'm afraid something will happen to him. After all, it would be better if I didn't rush to save him, so he would do it for Lily Evans His son gave his life, which is considered to have fulfilled his obsession. It was I who destroyed the ending and made him live in such pain now, living in guilt and guilt towards me and unable to escape. If I die, His life is ruined, so why bother we all get the worst?"

"Tata!"

"I want to go home, by myself." I stared at Bryce again. "Can you try to help me?"

Here I am again, always unable to control myself.Just now I was saying not to drag him down, but now I am so emotional that I want to ask him again.You can't get friends like me, everyone who is my friend is about to be killed by me.But now I am very helpless, I can't think of anything, I can't do anything by myself.

Bryce walked away in silence, he didn't promise me.I had a hunch he was going to tell, because it suddenly occurred to me that he was probably more grateful to Snape than to my friendship.He was Snape's henchman, not mine.

Sure enough, that afternoon, when Snape walked in with a gloomy face, I knew something was wrong.

He took off his coat, closed the door behind him, and walked to the bed.I smiled at him pretending to be relaxed, pretending to wipe the tip of my nose with the back of my finger unintentionally, which is my standard action when I am nervous.He sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight at me.

"I sold the house in Spinner's End."

He spoke very simply, as if he himself had not participated in the transaction, like a bystander, like a narrator.

My heart almost sank to the bottom of the abyss, where there was nothing but endless helplessness and panic.

"You sold the house in Spider's End?" I said, feeling the upper and lower lips stick together due to dryness, and they were forced to separate, bringing a tearing pain.

"I sold the house and used the money to pay off my debts. I still have a little extra, enough for us to go to Finland together."

I reached out and grabbed his collar. "Why? Are you crazy?"

"Because of Taefa, I love you."

My hands were shaking violently from anger and excitement.I hate him, I hate him!

"You hate me! I hate you too! This is the relationship between us!"

"I love you, hear me, I love you."

"My name is not Taefa!" I yelled, "Taefa died a few months ago! Now I am a walking corpse, dry bones, hollow in the middle, no heart! I am going to die, underground The maggots will eat me clean until there is nothing left of me left in the world, nothing left."

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. "I love you."

He seemed to be able to say only this sentence, his voice was low and firm. "I love you, Taefa, I love you."

I said, "You don't love me. If you loved me, you wouldn't sell the house. You promised me to keep it forever. You promised me to live in it forever and wait for me. You sold it, How can I secretly come back to see you after I die? I want to watch you get married and have children in it, and live a happy life for the rest of your life. You ruined my dream, my most beautiful dream!"

"You won't die! Tata, don't talk nonsense!"

I lowered my head and bit down on his shoulder. Through the shirt, I tried to use my teeth hard, trying to tear the fabric he was wearing, cut his skin, and bit off his flesh fiercely, so that he could taste it too. I feel pain in my heart.But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't bite his shirt. I heard him grunt, and instead of pushing me away, he hugged me even tighter. I tried harder and harder until I felt the place where my lips and teeth touched began to moisten, and there was a tingling sound. There was a bloody smell.

"Eat you! I won't die!" I said nonsense, just because I felt extremely uncomfortable. "I ate you, I ate you!"

"Okay, if you want." His voice trembled with a painful ending.

Probably because my body was too weak, and the daily blood transfusions instinctively rejected the blood. The bloody smell around my mouth made me vomit.I retched a few times, trying to break free from his embrace, but he still held me tightly.

"Taefa, you can do whatever you want, just don't think about leaving me."

"I want to leave you, and I will disappear in the next second. I want you to never find me. If I die, I will die to a place where you can't find me. I want to sleep alone at a depth of ten meters—no , 100 meters deep underground, I am not afraid of insect bites, and I am not afraid of the company of darkness, I just don't want you to find me!"

"You're not qualified to do that."

"You can't control it!"

He supported my shaking head with his palm, and dropped a light kiss on my earlobe, then on the eyelids, the tip of the nose and the chin.

"You are not qualified to do these things, Taefa! You listen, we will never part!"

His words are low and powerful: "Never separate, forever, forever, forever..."

It was like a cold, lifeless imperative from the Ministry of Magic ringing in my ears.

My movements stopped, and I stared blankly behind him, where there was only a closed door and a clean wall.

I should have known Snape would do this, resign, sell the house, and live as a war hero with a woman who was neither human nor ghost.

Just because I didn't kill myself sooner.I should have chosen to do that one night during the months when I was back teaching at Hogwarts.It's actually very simple, I'm not a master of potions, but I have enough knowledge to know how to do it the fastest and most effective.I drank, smoked, stuck scorpion stones into my arms to stay alive, and flaunted my indulgence, but in fact it was just that I was terribly afraid of death.

What a great irony.

The house in Spinner's End is gone, and I haven't had time to go back and take a look.From the time I ran away from Hogwarts in anger, until I was seriously injured by Voldemort during the Great War and almost died, and then returned to Hogwarts, I never set foot in Spider's End.You know, the years I spent on vacation there were some of the happiest of my life.

I stopped talking to Snape, not losing my voice, just not wanting to.I didn't even look at him anymore, I turned my face the other way whenever I could, trying to avoid the chance to meet his eye.

I am not angry with him, nor am I deliberately angry for a long time.It's like a child who breaks a favorite toy and grieves about it, but doesn't want to look at it or pick it up from the ground because that would magnify his guilt infinitely .

So I don't know what Snape planned for the next week, he tried to tell me, but I turned around and pretended to be asleep and ignored him.He didn't say any more, but he stayed in the ward for less time than before, and often went out for a day.

In his conversation with Mendel, I still knew a little bit about it. For example, my physical condition is not suitable for long-distance apparation, and I can only move by Muggle-like transportation.And if I still need blood transfusions along the way, he needs to go to some wizarding medical clinics hidden in the middle of Muggle towns for help.It's a long way from the UK to Finland, and I'm not suitable for sea navigation, so I can only stop and go in the European continent.The war had just ended, and it was hard to say whether there were any remaining Death Eaters who had fled to other countries. Snape's face was so famous that he had to make up and even drink Polyjuice Potion in an emergency.

And these are all based on one premise:

I have to leave the custody of the Ministry of Magic and leave England first.