Chapter 34 Awakening
"S-s-s-s-s-s (Get out of here)!"
The boy under her had tilted his head and closed his eyes, and the tight grip on her body loosened. Della endured the burning sensation in her throat and tried her best to roar at the group of snakes that were rushing towards her.
The snakes did not stop moving at all. Della exhaled to suppress her fatigue and looked at the fluorescent lights that were getting closer and closer. Her eyes showed unprecedented seriousness. She was preparing to let the first snakes that met her eyes turn around and fight with their own kind, so that they could hold on for even a second longer.
The snake eyes that were constantly approaching in front of her stopped, and the sound of the snake's body rubbing against each other also stopped in an instant. Her ears were suddenly incredibly quiet. Then, a slight friction was felt. Della's eyes opened and closed, and she was almost unable to hold on. In a trance, she saw a familiar pattern.
"Sha--Huhua (Go to sleep, they are coming)."
It's Maggie...
This thought flashed through her mind for the last time, and all the pain in her body came back at this moment. Della frowned and fell into darkness.
Her consciousness was floating, and the pain was also peeling away. Was her soul about to leave her body? This was really not a good sign.
In the endless darkness, she floated in the air, and scenes slowly unfolded before her eyes.
It shows her studying in the small room in the orphanage, and then Dumbledore came. Ah, her face looked so empty at that time.
Is this a revolving lantern? Why is it a third person perspective? It's really strange, it's like watching my own life all over again.
The journey into the wizarding world is still so exciting when I watch it again, and the life in Hogwarts also has a warm color at the beginning.
At that time, she thought about becoming good friends with Harry and Ron, and communicating more with Hermione, perhaps they could become close friends; she thought about keeping a low profile, exposing herself to limited attention, and spending her campus life quietly.
The turning point started when Quirrell came to him. After meeting Voldemort, he first shattered the fantasies hidden in his heart, and then temporarily changed his plan to expose himself to more eyes.
This is where everything started to go off track.
She devoted herself to the black magic because she was forced to do so, out of necessity for survival, and also because she subconsciously wanted to stay away from her friends.
My friend, I don’t know if it really counts, but the longer we stay in the darkness, the more what erodes our hearts is not fear, but indifference.
How cold-hearted must one be to watch Harry in danger? He was totally unworthy of those kind yet heavy looks.
She has been pretending all the time, smiling in front of the light to gain love, and begging for life in the darkness.
She wasn't sure if she really needed these. Life in the orphanage was just a survival, with only the two-story building shining.
After leaving the orphanage, her eyes were filled with dazzling lights. She subconsciously put on a mask, greedily wanting to grab everything. Even when the darkness was dragging her ankles, her greed did not diminish.
Perhaps it was this greed after eating delicious food that eventually turned into guilt. When all desires gave way to survival, only this greed popped up from time to time, revealing her selfishness. It was persuading her, persuading her to keep the love she had received and leave with dignity.
Most of the time, this voice of persuasion was as soft as the buzzing of a mosquito, but occasionally it would explode in her ears, bringing her torture, forcing her to try her best to resist this death wish.
The thought of fighting to the death with Voldemort would only add fuel to the burning determination, but fortunately Maggie was always by his side.
Every touch of his is like the former self in the orphanage giving strength to the present self.
Let her know that she should live on regardless of the consequences, because that's who Della is.
If Maggie is the comfort from the past, then that young master is his anchor in Hogwarts.
Apart from Dumbledore, she only kept showing herself, her true self, to him. He was the small gray area between light and darkness, carrying all her emotions.
At first, he was just teasing the young master for fun. He was really good-looking and easy to bully, but he was too proud to tell anyone about it. He was simply a tailor-made vent for him.
But those bad thoughts always take a detour when they touch that frightened little face and appear in a gentler teasing way, which is also very interesting.
The most important thing is that she was just herself at that time.
As long as he doesn't refuse, she will get closer step by step, closer to the gray that can give her a breath. Although she knows that this kind of feeling is abnormal, only with him can she touch the real herself behind the layers of masks.
Come to think of it, how did I end up in such a near-death situation? The last thing I remember was the vague image of Maggie.
As Della concentrated, the images in front of her began to run rapidly, and soon it was the night of detention. She saw Draco secretly glancing at her, and Harry constantly pursing his lips and frowning. They were probably both upset because of her.
And when I smile, I look like a delicate doll among humans.
She was teamed up with Draco and Harry, neither of whom knew how to face her, and she herself was pondering what Hagrid had said.
She was sure that it was Quirrell, or rather Voldemort, who had hunted the unicorn, but she couldn't understand why he needed it.
His blood would still be taken away at regular intervals. According to what he had said before, it was enough to prolong his life. If this item was crossed out, then there would only be the curse of neither life nor death that Hagrid had mentioned.
But why? She thought absentmindedly all the way, but had no clue. This made her feel more urgent. The enemy was still taking action, and she couldn't even guess their purpose.
She didn't expect that she would encounter such a scene today, nor did she expect that Voldemort would give her orders.
He shouted in Parseltongue, 'Kill him', it was self-evident to him what he meant, and it was also self-evident to whom this order was given.
At that time, she was completely out of control, and the feeling of coldness came over her body again. She didn't move, nor did she want to move.
After the thread in her mind broke, she clearly realized for the first time her disgust for threatening her friend's life. This disgust was directed at the darkness, at Voldemort, and at herself.
After that, I was not very conscious.
So when she felt the pulling force on her hand, she obediently followed that force and ran in the darkness. The only warmth on her body came from her hand that was being held. In the darkness without any light, she only had that little bit of heat.
Ah, it was Draco. It was he who took me away when I was about to break down. It was he who held me tightly all the time. It was also he who held me tightly when I fell, and used his small body to roll with me over that rugged slope.
The timid young master pulled her away, and even after he saw his true self, he still pulled her away subconsciously.
Her heart felt warm, and the warmth rippled outward from her body, causing the image of her hands clasped together in front of her to shine even brighter. The light was so bright that Della couldn't help but squint her eyes.
Behind the light, the ceiling of the Hogwarts Infirmary became increasingly clear.
"She's awake! Della is awake!"
I heard a familiar high-pitched scream. Was it Kwasi?
Staring at the ceiling, Della opened her eyes with great effort. Her mind was still confused, but one perception became infinitely clear.
It seems that this time, it was Draco who pulled himself back.