novelones Chapter 1 Judgment - Upright
Chapter 1 Judgment - Upright
Riddle House.
Many years ago it was a rich, tidy, well-managed and imposing place, with a handsome young host and a happy family; The blooming flowers of that year have also worn away those death legends, leaving only incomplete tiles to record the traces of history, and those creepers with teeth and claws criss-crossing the entire house.
Dilapidated, gloomy, desolate.
In the eerie silence, the Dark Lord came slowly, and gently wiped the railing with his hands, and there was a thick layer of dust between his tentacles.
This is the beginning and turning point of his life story, the past he hates the most, and the source of his hatred.
Before his resurrection in the Triwizard Tournament, he lived here temporarily for nearly a year, with a posture that was more miserable than a baby and could hardly take care of himself.His timid servant Wormtail took care of him tremblingly, with a mixture of fear, disgust and regret in his attitude.
He put up with Wormtail's attitude.
After all, before that, in those long 13 years, how he lived in a meager way, possessed by a snake or a person, always smelling the stench of corpses, hiding and not seeing the light.
Even he hated himself like this, let alone Wormtail; apart from Wormtail, he didn't have another subordinate who could take care of him so closely.
He walked slowly through the steps, went up to the second floor, and stood by the window on the second floor.The windows on the second floor were nailed to death by several wooden strips, and the iron nails were already rusted. Dust and rust stained everything with the color of history, as if I had been regarded as my own death all these years.
He tapped on the window with his magic wand, the iron nail fell off automatically, the wooden bar slowly opened, and the window automatically rotated with a creaking sound, revealing the scenery outside the window.Looking from a distance, tombstones are scattered on the high and low slopes, a hill stands on the left side, a big yew tree and the outline of a small church in the distance can be seen vaguely - that is the place where he was resurrected.
The father's bone, coming from the blood, represents the unchangeable past;
The meat of the servant, dedicated faithfully, represents the present where time stops;
The blood of the enemy, demanded by violence, represents a changing future;
The bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, and the blood of the enemy cast the magic of resurrection from the dead.
And he was really resurrected there.
Bouncing back from his own death at Hogwarts, Avada Kedavra, to turning back in time and regaining his sanity at Riddle's tombstone.
At that time, he woke up in the warm water, his consciousness still seemed a little fuzzy.A familiar voice came from my ear, broken, trembling, desperate, crying like dying, mixed with the whistling wind, just listening to it, I felt ghostly and boundless darkness.The light of the silver sword flashed in the corner of the eye, causing a disgusting splash, accompanied by the sizzle of potion, and the scream of the servant.
The noisy environment gave him headaches, and he had to react for a while before realizing that this was the scene of his resurrection at the end of the Triwizard Tournament.Wormtail was chanting the spell of resurrection in a trembling voice, and after a year of careful preparation, Harry Potter's blood finally got it, which could reshape his body for him, thus starting the journey of return.
but……
But in the previous life, after he was resurrected, what did he win in the end?
It seemed that the scene in Hogwarts was still in front of him. His wand flew high, the green light turned strangely in the air, and golden flames erupted, collided, and resisted from the wand.He felt uncontrollable amazement, but it all happened too fast, too fast.
What does death feel like?
He spent his whole life avoiding death, but when he really faced death, perhaps because the time to deal with it was too short, he didn't panic at all, only a kind of relief that "it's finally here".
For a long time, he was plagued by the aftereffects of shredding his soul, irritable, tearing headaches, fading memory, rough thinking; and in a longer period of time, he lived It is better to die, struggling with the broken soul to possess animals or people that I have never looked down upon before, preying on mice, devouring dead bodies, struggling to find a chance of survival.
Sometimes he would suddenly think, is it really worth living like this?
The Dark Lord will not regret it.
The night wind blew slightly, curling up the corner of his black robe.He is still a little fuzzy about the current situation, but his mental state is better than ever.
He still doesn't know if this is a miracle of time, or his rambling dream before his death, or Merlin's joke, but it doesn't matter, in the future, he will always find the reason.
And now, most importantly, his thinking has never been so clear, and those after-effects that have been bothering him since he made the Horcrux have miraculously eased: no more neurotic headaches, no more lost in memory, no more pain. In chaos again.
Gazing at the vast night sky, the scattered memories of these years slowly reorganized in his mind.
When sanity returns, many previous actions seem extra stupid.He couldn't even believe it, why did he make such a stupid decision at that time?He rose from the bottom, abruptly controlled a bunch of good cards when he had nothing, and then played the good cards in his hands into bad cards in the temper, stupidity, and chaos.
He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.In the deep cold of the night, the white mist swirled indistinctly into a whirlwind, and then gradually dissipated in the wind, just like his mood gradually calming down.
The previous behavior was too stupid, so what?The cards in hand are too bad, so what?
How he played all-in-one with bad cards back then, and now he can play a supreme throne with bad cards.
The Dark Lord left the corridor window and walked into the room on the second floor. Wormtail stayed in the room obediently, while Harry Potter was bound and sat beside him.
He slowly approached Harry. The bound boy raised his head with difficulty, and looked at him with eyes mixed with hatred, fear, shock, and pain. His green eyes were like ice-species emeralds, reflecting his figure.
The flames of the fireplace were burning fiercely, and the shadows reflected his face uncertainly.He stared at Harry Potter in front of him, and the scenes before his death flowed through his mind, like pearls scattered on the beach, finally being strung together now that he is sane:
Why did he go straight into a coma after his first Avatar Harry Potter at Hogwarts?
Why did he not die even though Avada killed Harry Potter?
Why could he hack into Harry's mind and Harry could hack into his?
In the very beginning, when he killed James Potter and gave Harry an Avada, why did the boy survive?
Why can Harry Potter speak Parseltongue?
What does that lightning-shaped scar mean?
Yes, there are still some puzzles that have not been resolved, but now, when his mind is not confused, his memory is not fuzzy, and his emotions are not irritable, a conclusion naturally emerges in his mind, revealing all the answers, as well as Dumbledore. Biggest hole card:
Harry Potter, his doomed enemy, his chosen child, is his Horcrux.
He couldn't help but leaned down, raised his hand, parted the boy's bangs, and caressed the scar of the lightning.There was a little burning sensation under the palm, it was slight, but it seemed to touch the soul.
The boy's face twisted involuntarily, as if this light touch was like digging his heart out, bringing him endless pain and stirring his soul.
How stupid he is, so many evidences are in front of him, but he ignores him: snake language, spiritual connection, constant dreams, burning scars... and, the extreme similarity in essence.
"My boy..." He stared at the tied-up messy boy, and said in a chant-like tone, "My little boy..."
And, my Horcrux.
He stared at the boy for a long time, the bad past, endless speculation and sprawling future surging in his heart.Peter Pettigrew shivered in this solemn atmosphere, even suppressed his groans, not daring to disturb his master who was in deep thought.In the silence, there are only the sound of the wall fire burning, the sound of cicadas coming from outside the window, the rustling of fallen leaves blown by the wind, and the gentle swimming of big snakes.
Nagini slowly swam out of the darkness and circled the Dark Lord two or three times.But its owner was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to pay any attention to the pet's frolic.So Orochi went to play with the tied boy, oh, at least he smelled good, even familiar, with a voldy smell.
Licking his calf and biting his trousers, Nagini had a great time.And poor Harry, dealing with a severe headache, looked pale at the big snake two or three times his size: look at its teeth!It looks like a poisonous snake!Such big teeth!Such a cool tongue!Such a big body!
The Dark Lord who came back to his senses suddenly laughed when he saw the boy's expression.He's so superficial, you can see through it at a glance, he's been brought up to be reckless, impulsive, honest, like a very, very typical Gryffindor.
However, in those spiritual dreams, in the boy's past that he learned about, how the boy struggled to survive in the relatives' house who didn't like him, and automatically chose the most beneficial coping method for him; In front of him, choose the way Dumbledore wants to grow up.Even if Dumbledore knew that he was the Horcrux of the Dark Lord, he was still willing to believe in him and paved the way for him to win with his own death.
Come to think of it, in another world, the boy who defeated himself would also stand at the top of the magic world.
This is the boy with a piece of his soul.
Smiling slightly, the Dark Lord glanced at him with eyes that the boy could never understand, then slowly raised his wand, pointed maliciously at the boy's brow, and stopped his movements.
The tip of the wand sank into Harry's skin, and the boy looked almost unconscious, the pain of the scar, the desire to live, the fear of death, and the deep-rooted hatred, and the dilemma of being a pre-grown boy The confusion and pain, and even the slight, unconscious begging for mercy, were all intertwined in those blue eyes, which almost made people intoxicated.
The Dark Lord smiled maliciously and said the incantation: "Dizzy."
The boy fainted.
The Dark Lord stood up, waved his wand, and wiped away the traces of the house, the windows were closed, the wooden battens were nailed up, and the dust covered the floor again, and he explained to the puzzled Wormtail: " This place is too broken, suitable for hiding, but not suitable for living."
It was already difficult for him to be forced to stay in this place that carried his past, but since he has recovered his strength and sanity, why should he stay here?
He didn't want this kind of past to be brought up again.
He took one last look at the room, and with a flick of his wand the ropes that bound the boy twirled away.Then, he picked up the boy, grabbed Wormtail's collar, and disapparated.
again.