Chapter 343 Under the Moon
"What do you want to say?" Snape's gaze stayed on the tree behind him for a moment, then he asked Cynthia in a deep voice.
"If I hang you upside down on a tree, how many points will the professor deduct from me and how long will I be put in solitary confinement?" Cynthia looked up at him. "Sixty points and a month in solitary confinement?"
Sixty points and one month of detention were the punishment McGonagall gave to James, Sirius and others after that incident.
"You know!" Snape could no longer maintain his composure. He approached Cynthia, causing her back to press firmly against the tree. "How did you know? You haven't lost your memory, have you?"
"'I know' and 'I don't have amnesia' shouldn't be equated," Cynthia grinned, "But it seems that the professor cares a lot about what I'm going to say. Is it because he still remembers it clearly? Or is it because he regrets it so much?"
[I don't want a stinky little mudblood to save me! ]
Snape's hands began to tremble and his face was blank. For many years, he regarded this moment as a nightmare, the nightmare of the beginning of his breakup with Lily.
Cynthia raised her hand and pushed gently, easily pushing the stunned Snape away from her. Snape leaned back slightly, distancing himself from Cynthia just as he and Lily were moving away from each other. This further stimulated Snape. He looked at Cynthia's face and immediately grabbed her wrist.
Not far away, Sirius bared his teeth and purred slightly threateningly, ready to pounce at any moment.
Cynthia looked at her wrist that was held forcefully, her expression calm. "I've been thinking about what's different about your feelings towards Lily. You've seen me change from Lily Potter back to Lily Evans."
Cynthia's words actually pointed out that she did not lose her memory, but Snape could not do anything about it at this time. The strength in his hands became stronger and stronger. "What do you want to say?"
"Everyone wants to see Lily before she died, but you want to see Lily in the fifth grade," Cynthia frowned and looked at her wrist which had been pinched with red marks. She did not struggle, but raised her other hand to touch her face. "Are you regretting that you can't get her?"
Snape's eyes slightly opened, he turned his head away and shook off Cynthia's hand, "This has nothing to do with you!"
"And that moment in fifth grade is marked as the time when you felt you ruined everything. You are obsessed with that moment because you feel that it became a watershed. Otherwise, is there another possibility for you and Lily, professor?" Cynthia rubbed her wrist which was about to break in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes, making her provocative eyes look innocent.
"I said this has nothing to do with you!" Snape's usual sharp teeth disappeared at this moment, and he repeated the pale words monotonously just like he did more than ten years ago, but before it was the guilt that he couldn't express well, but now it was the escape he had long been accustomed to.
Thanks to the unicorn blood, Cynthia retained what she saw and learned during her doll period, but most of Miss White became Lily Evans, which made her, who relied on several memories to obtain many truths, perceive one truth particularly deeply.
"It doesn't matter?" Cynthia began to move forward, forcing Snape to step back. "This face is given to me by your thoughts. Now that I have this face, I am obliged to give the owner of this face her true voice."
"..." Snape swallowed, and a strange sour feeling rushed up his nose. "She has something to say to me?" He stopped and asked blankly.
Cynthia looked at his face filled with pathetic anticipation and laughed heartily, "She has nothing to say. That's what you need to know. Lily Evans has nothing to say to you for a long time."
"W-what?" Snape's expression at this moment was as dull as that of the students in his class.
That dazed and pitiful expression completely aroused Cynthia's evil taste derived from the two Riddles. She looked at Snape with enjoyment, and was about to explain that sentence so as to completely tear Snape's heart apart, when a feeling of loss of control spread from her throat to her whole body. After her green eyes flashed, she became a complete bystander.
"Do you really think that the voice of Mudblood was the beginning of everything?" Cynthia spoke in a different voice, and her always cold green eyes suddenly climbed up with unfamiliar vitality, "I have had enough. I have had enough of you and Potter."
"You, after you hatefully discriminated against Muggle-born classmates, when you came to me, you were very careful and didn't dare to show any bad behavior. I became an exception in your case." Cynthia moved forward again, and Snape stepped back with his eyes wide open. "And what about Potter? He called me Evans, regardless of the occasion and place, and always praised and admired me in a nonchalant manner, but you couldn't hide the 'I didn't call you a mudblood' in your eyes, and he only did this to me. When there was no conflict, he always ignored other students who needed help more. I became an exception in his case!"
"Lily--" Snape noticed that something was wrong with Cynthia at this moment, and he shouted in a hoarse voice.
"Don't call me Lily. Who is Lily? The Mudblood girl who is treated differently by Slytherin?" Lily said tartly. "Who is Lily? The Mudblood girl who is treated differently by the so-called coolest team in Gryffindor?"
"No - Lily, I never put you in that category. It's not that I treat you as an exception," Snape panted and explained eagerly, "I hate the Muggles who bury me and insult me, and you have never been among those I hate!"
Lily smiled, a painful and helpless smile, "Do you think, do you think, that can offset the insult you have caused me?"
"I'm sorry, Lily, I'm sorry," Snape said as he apologized for more than a decade, tears streaming down his wet eyes, "I was so immature at that time..."
"When people grow up, they can use immaturity as an excuse, but the ones who really need to apologize are left in the past." The aggressive party also shed tears, "And the poor Mudblood lady who is caught between the half-bloods who support bloodline and the pure-bloods who hate bloodline will never forgive any party who actually made the word insulting."
"You've already lost your chance, Severus," Lily sobbed as tears blurred her vision. "The outbreak of the problem means that the problem has already been there. The final node can't change anything. I have always hated James Potter, and I have long since begun to hate Severus Snape."
Snape was crying like a child, his lips were trembling, and a vague sound came out of his throat, as if he was calling "Lily" intermittently.
The distance between the two people got closer while crying, and then suddenly, a magic wand was pressed between them, suddenly widening the distance between them. Cynthia raised her head, tears rolled down her cheeks, and there were no more tears in her eyes.
"So, do you know how to stop your self-pity and fantasies?" Lily disappeared after Cynthia smiled. Under the moonlight, some black water seemed to flow down her hand holding the magic wand. "You love Lily too much and are too familiar with Lily. The moment Lily Evans, who was born from your love, regret and that subtle stubbornness, took shape in my mind, the first thing I felt was grievance."
"Endless grievances. Sisters are separated by Muggles and wizards, childhood sweethearts are separated by blood, and potential friends are separated by the ridiculous and childish feelings of a narcissistic boy." Cynthia held Della's old wand with a snake coiled in it closer to Snape. "This makes the secret happiness you may be able to draw from Lily, who thinks nothing matters, even more disgusting. So among all the people who look at Lily, I have always hated you the most."
The tears in Snape's eyes also stopped. He looked at the wand against him, with only one thought in his mind - Lily disappeared in front of him again, but he couldn't at the moment, or he felt that he didn't deserve to be sad about it anymore.
"Collapse!"
Fate was too cruel to him, not even willing to give him the brief relief after his heart was torn apart. In front of him was only the wand with the intention of intimidation, which was not glowing. It was Sirius who found the opportunity to cast a spell on him.
Snape lost consciousness and his body slid down softly against the tree trunk. Cynthia raised her wand and turned to look at the source of the sound. Sirius was standing there in the tattered clothes he wore when they first met, also holding his wand, his eyes fixed on her.
"Sirius," Cynthia did not point her wand at Sirius again. Instead, she lowered the tip of her wand and sighed. Her body, which was washed by the strange emotions, relaxed. She knew in her heart that the atmosphere between them would not be tense. "You are still so impulsive."
"Why are you avoiding me, Miss White?" Sirius ignored the mess that had just happened. He looked at Cynthia with burning eyes and asked calmly.
Cynthia put down her right hand holding the wand, and when she raised her left hand to her collar, she found that this hand was wet. When she felt the wetness on it, she realized that there seemed to be this slightly sticky wetness on her right hand as well, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She just thought that the dew was too heavy at night, and she still put her left hand on the collar and untied the belt.
The robe she had just casually put on fell to the ground, and her beautiful, eye-catching green dress was displayed under the moonlight, forming a sharp contrast with the beggar-like Sirius.
"Sirius, if I don't avoid you, I will fall into you," the cold-blooded Cynthia finally admitted her feelings for Sirius in the hypothesis, "but I can't actively choose to live a happy but evasive life around you. I don't pursue glamour, and your wealth won't dazzle me, but you see, I need and enjoy honesty."
This answer that accurately saw through the key point silenced Sirius's subsequent questioning. Mr. Black, who had the arrogance from his family, became a prisoner of emotion at this moment. "Listen to what you say, Miss White, and fall into me," he repeated Cynthia's words, "You know there are differences between the two of us, Cynthia, my avoidance will not be permanent, don't be so determined to be good to me?"
Sirius spoke entirely from his first and last name, the sincerity and pleading in his eyes were brighter than the moon in the sky, and one longer look was enough to make people fall deeply in love with it.
Cynthia looked into those irresistible eyes and felt her hands getting wetter. In a trance, it seemed as if liquid was flowing down her fingertips. She frowned and slowly opened and closed her eyes several times.
She shouldn't have talked to Sirius, it was really easy for her to get sucked in...
What's on your hand? Can night dew be this heavy...
Dog barking? Where is it coming from?
The barking sound from far away interrupted Cynthia's confused thoughts. She raised her hand to her forehead and shook her head, trying to get rid of the trance that had come over her for some unknown reason. As moisture touched her forehead, a fishy smell suddenly rushed into her nose.
It's not dew...
Hurry footsteps approached her, and amid the anxious "Cynthia! What's wrong with you? Cynthia!", Sirius quickly embraced the suddenly unconscious Cynthia. He shook her worriedly and kept calling her.
"Woof-Woof!"
"What's wrong, Tooth?"
The barking of dogs and Hagrid's honest voice were getting closer and closer. Sirius looked at Cynthia in his arms. Even though he knew that Hagrid was on Dumbledore's side and already knew him, he still picked up Cynthia and ran towards the Forbidden Forest, constantly using Confusion and Speed spells to prevent Hagrid and the others from catching up.
He had a hunch that Cynthia's sudden abnormality was related to her inhumanity, and this should only be seen by Sirius Black. Cynthia White's legitimate desires could not be compromised.
Just like that, Sirius held the cold-blooded woman in his arms and went to the abandoned cave where they had stayed in the Forbidden Forest. Not long after he entered the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's loud voice rang out, "Professor Snape! What's wrong with you!"
After about 20 or 30 seconds, there was a louder cry of surprise, "Blood! White is gone! Her fallen robe is stained with blood!!"