[HP] Don't talk to me

The noise outside the door was intermittent, and he put his hand on the glass, rubbing his thumb up and down, dull and silent.

"You made your final decision?"

"Well, I've already made up my mind." His voice was low and firm, "Maybe we will leave in three or four days."

"Severus—I mean, when they sent her back, I'm sorry, I helped them stop you."

"But for now, thank you for giving me the address."

"sorry."

"Ok?"

"I mean, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I wish you—" The man across the way paused.

He raised his eyes, looked through the person in front of him, and stared straight at the spot of light projected into the room from the gap in the curtains, a touch of pale yellow on the white wall.He fell into deep thought, not paying attention to the subtle changes in the expression of the person in front of him.

"Find her." There was a sigh in the room.

He opened the door and went home, still holding that day's Daily Prophet.The headline on the front page contained the news: Minister of Magic Bryce decided to promote the reform of the medical system in the magic world.

A photo was wrapped in a large piece of typeface. The man on it was calm and handsome, and he was repeating the movements and expressions of a speech.

In the tavern just now, he heard the blond man on the opposite side say: "I once promised her that I would become the Minister of Magic. Severus, if... you get there, please tell her for me that I did it .”

So he bought the newspaper when passing by the newsstand.

He has met many people, and the past related to her has been dug out of people's hearts bit by bit.Everyone seemed to have something to say, a story to share.During the years she was absent, they were all changing, living.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was the only one, since he lost her, the time around him stopped.

He hasn't changed, the idea popped up recently.As the day of departure was getting closer and closer, it actually made him feel more and more panicked.

Will she be upset?Knowing that he lived the life he is now.

"Dad!" A voice from the kitchen floated over, interrupting his thoughts.He tidied up his mood, walked into the living room, and saw the girl leaning out from the kitchen door and smiling at him.He smiled back, folded the newspaper in his hand, and sat down at the dining table.

While eating, the girl caught a glimpse of the newspaper folded by him. "Any news from Uncle Bryce?" He held down the newspaper to prevent the curious girl from picking it up, and just nodded at her. "Um."

After dinner, he continued to pack his luggage in the living room.The girl walked around beside him, passing things for him

"Is it cold in Finland?"

He smiled and didn't answer.

"Is there anything delicious over there?" The girl lay down on the sofa and blinked. "By the way, I heard that there are several kinds of goblins in Finland that are not available in the UK. They are very famous, called—" She scratched her head, as if confined to a story she had suddenly forgotten.

"I don't know these things, all I know is that the place we're going to is by the sea." He turned to look at her and whispered, "It's beautiful there."

"Are we going to stay there all the time this holiday?"

He nodded and shook his head again. "Well, I don't know either. Tana—" He looked into the girl's clear and innocent eyes and said softly, "If I want to stay there, you—"

Her voice was loud and determined: "Then I will be there too, and I will always be with Dad."

He frowned, then let go.The topic did not continue.

He rolled over and woke up from his sleep.He murmured to himself: "Don't! Don't!" Suddenly he woke up, his eyes opened, and he didn't move at all, adapting to the darkness around him.Panting sounds echoed in the bedroom, and the back was already wet and cold.

What should he say?What should he do?He doesn't know anything, doesn't think about anything.My heart has long been empty, without any weight.He finally sat up, reached out and fumbled for the water glass on the bedside table, but he didn't pay attention, the water glass fell to the ground, only heard a crisp sound, and finally returned to calm.

He grinned wordlessly, as if laughing at himself, then raised his hand and touched his chin with the tip of his finger, a tingling pain, the newly grown stubble warned him not to enter the territory.He closed his eyes, trying to sleep again, and opened them again after a while.

In front of her was her face, a quiet profile.He had repeatedly called her thousands of times in his dreams and waking hours, but he couldn't get her response.She wouldn't even turn to look at him, just silently looking away.

Perhaps he was so impressed because this was the last time he saw her.When he stepped into that carriage, pushed aside the heavy packages of everyone, and finally saw her, he would never forget it in his life.

She was leaning against the window, sleeping peacefully with her eyes closed, her profile sunk in the sunlight, as if held by a pair of bright white arms, with a peaceful expression.He jumped up and called her name frantically, but she didn't respond.He was imprisoned by the crowd and saw others step forward to hug her.He bit, kicked, and writhed, almost drawing out his wand to give himself an Avada.

But he failed, and he should have known from the beginning that he would fail like this in the end.

In the midst of the chaos, he was subdued and knocked out, and as a result of the fierce confrontation he received equally severe feedback that kept him at St. Mungo's for a fortnight.Then there was the long trial, the court appearances, and everything he had done to protect her.When all the dust settled, he returned to Spider's End, two months later.

And since then, no surprise, he has lived in a void.He lived in a daze, every day was the same.Sometimes he would suddenly have the illusion that she was leaning against him, breathing softly, and as long as he turned around and held her tightly, he would be pleasantly surprised.In the beginning, he couldn't help but move at the first moment, but later, he didn't move anymore, because he knew that if he didn't move, she would be by his side, using that almost real illusion Let his emptiness be somewhat filled.If you move, everything will disappear in an instant.

He began to be unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. In his dream, he coveted every inch of her skin, how many times he bent down and kissed all her lands little by little like a pilgrim.Grateful that she has no reservations about herself, he always tries his best to please her. When they mingle with each other, he feels extremely happy.But how fragile this kind of happiness is, like a piece of transparent thin paper, it will be broken with a poke.Sometimes it was a noise outside the house, sometimes it was just a ray of light breaking into the room, which would break the only warm moment of his imagination.

For a while, he even started to adjust the potion for himself, drinking a bottle every day.Those potions were made of different materials, but their effects were similar.That is, it can cause hallucinations, long-term hallucinations.

He curled up in the room, trying his best to control the interval between taking the medicine within one hour. He was always desperately taking medicine when he woke up, and he didn't want to wake up after taking the medicine.

He lived like this for a long time, until one day, Bryce broke into his house.In Bryce's arms, holding a crying baby.

Tana.

He lowered his head and listened to Bryce's description of Tana's life experience. It was nothing more than the death of his parents in the war and he became an orphan who was raised by others.That's all, he thought in his mind at the time.He knew what Bryce was up to, was it too clichéd, and raising a child would be a distraction for him to recover from excruciating pain?No, never possible.

Bryce grabbed him by the neck, forcing him to hold his head up.He had no intention of entanglement, and obeyed the wishes of the person in front of him.

Then he caught sight of Tana, the whimpering child.As if sensing his gaze, Tana stopped whimpering and looked at him.

Those blue eyes are very much like her.

It's very similar, but it's not.

When he lifted Tana from Bryce's arms, he knew full well that nothing had changed.

He gets busy and still dreams.It's just that in the dream, they quietly changed from being lingering to death to staying together peacefully.He began to dream of her side face leaning against the window sill, dreaming of her walking with her head down, dreaming of her looking up at the sky, dreaming of her back standing by the sea.

He didn't know when, he realized that he could no longer dream of her being close to him.In the dream, they were always far apart, and she didn't even look at him anymore, even though he was calling her name hoarsely:

Ta Effa, Ta Effa.

He never knew why, until one day, he stood in front of the mirror and saw the white hair on his temples.

He suddenly understood that the days in the dream, like this cruel real world, passed by in a hurry and fast.

In the dream, she was about to leave too.And according to her temper, she won't say goodbye either.

So, he has to go after her and beg her not to leave his dream.Because if he lost even his dream, his world would be completely reduced to darkness.

As night fell, there was the sound of crackling wood in the fireplace.He sank into the sofa, closed his eyes and meditated.

The girl on the side was always quiet, but today, he heard her writhing and moaning in a low voice.

"Tana, what's the matter with you?" Maybe everything was arranged properly, his tone was calm.

The girl froze for a moment, as if hesitating, and sat up suddenly after a while. "Dad, does Mom look like this?" She fumbled for a photo from her pocket, and in the dim light, he was surprised to find that there was a blackened burnt mark on the corner of the photo.

In the photo, she is smiling brightly.

"Where did you get it?"

"In the mezzanine of your carry-on bag." The girl's hand holding the photo trembled, making the girl in the photo tremble as well.

"You can't rummage through my things!" He scolded and got up, took the photo from the girl's fingers, and held it carefully.

This was the only thing he found that had her image on it. When he found it from her belongings, he almost wept with joy.

The previous searing caused the photo to lose most of its magical potency.The photo has long since faded to yellow, and she is becoming more and more blurred in the image, no matter what magical remedy is used, it will not help.He was afraid that she would disappear, so he rarely took it out to look at it.

"I just want to know, is mother her? Is she mother? Ta Efa, her name is Ta Efa, right?" The girl raised her voice unwillingly, "I just want to know why you didn't tell me I have the right to know about her!"

He stared blankly at the girl, and saw two lines of crystal tears dripping down her face at some point. "Why have I never had a mother? Why didn't you tell me about her! Why are you taking me to Finland all of a sudden now! Is it because she's been hiding in Finland and doesn't want us at all?"

The girl shouted and reached out to snatch the photo from him. "I want to see, I want!"

He didn't pay attention and let her take the photo away, but he immediately reacted and grabbed the girl's dancing arm.

In the chaos, the photo passed between the fingers of the two people and fell.The fireplace was close in front of her eyes, and her cheek, which was flying in the air, fell into the embrace of the arms of the fire and disappeared in seconds.

He trembled all over, fell to his knees, stretched out his hand towards the disappearing fire arm, and let out a desperate hiss, as if it came from the depths of the ground: "No—"

Tana is on the beach, staring intently at a hermit crab at her feet.There was a voice behind her, and she turned around.The person in front of her was not the one she was waiting for, she clenched the corner of her mouth in disappointment.

"Child, who are you waiting for?" A gentle voice blew past her ears, and she looked at the person in front of her in surprise.

"My dad," she whispered back. "He went into the woods ahead and never came out."

"Your father?" The person in front of him was silent for a while.Tana watched the man look up into the woods, then back to her. "Your eyes are so beautiful, just like the sea."

Tana grinned. "Thanks, yours too."

There was a low murmur from the waves in the distance, Tana squatted down, picked up the hermit crab that had turned over at her feet, and put it aside again, watching the little guy run away quickly.She stared blankly, and it took a while to realize that the person in front of her didn't leave, she was still standing there.

"Do you live here?" She stood up and spoke seriously.

The opponent nodded.

"Ah—Papa says it's beautiful here, but I don't think so."

"Maybe it's just that you didn't realize that this place is really beautiful."

"I'm sorry, I don't like it here. The main reason is that there is something wrong with Dad coming here. His injury is still not healed, but he insists on coming here. No matter how I beg him not to come, he will not agree. "

"Your father, is it hurt?"

"Before he came, for a photo of falling into the fireplace, he put his hands into the fire in the fireplace. It scared me to death! Uncle Bryce said his injury will take half a year, he is now two Both hands are wrapped in gauze and cannot move."

"Bryce... photo?"

"My mother's photo, my father said he only had that one. In fact, I regretted it too much. I shouldn't have taken it indiscriminately."

The person in front of him smiled. "It's okay, I don't think he will blame you."

"I'd rather he blame me." Tana pouted, "I'll feel bad if he doesn't say anything."

"You are a good boy." The person in front of him stretched out his hand, stroked Tana's forehead lightly, and pulled her hair that was blown by the sea breeze behind her ears. "You and your father must be very happy." Those blue eyes stared at Tana, all smiling. "You will always be happy."

"Thank you." Tana felt a warm feeling welling up in her heart.The hand of the person in front of her seemed to have magic, which made her feel that all the anxiety of waiting disappeared in an instant.

Could it be that this person is also a wizard?

She suddenly wanted to ask this question, but before she could open her mouth, the person in front of her turned around.

"You are--"

Tana stopped talking halfway, she covered her mouth and became excited.Because she immediately confirmed her judgment - this person turned his back to her, waved his hand slowly, and then disappeared!

The sound of the waves changed from murmuring to singing.

Suddenly, she turned her head and ran towards the woods.

She knew that Dad must still be in the woods, in front of a tombstone there.He has been standing there for a long time, and he doesn't know how long he will stand there.But she was confident that what she had just encountered was interesting enough to attract his attention.

She will tell him:

She meets a very strange man on the beach.

The man had long golden hair and blue eyes as beautiful as the sea.

The man with a mask on his face walked towards her with a limp, but very calmly.

That person had a very pleasant voice and very warm hands. Although the hands stretched out to her were covered in black skin and looked scary, they had a kind of magical power that made people feel close.

That person must be a wizard.Same with her, same with dad.

What kind of story does that person have...

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