[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita

"Do you know what you're doing, Victoria?" Voldemort asked her, holding back his anger, and the fact that he had that thing within reach made him close his eyes, refusing to see the familiar furnishings of the Defence Against the Dark Arts office, so that he would never again A reminder of his failure.

"I know, you think you will be Prometheus, but I question this point. You steal the fire just to become a new god, not to make mankind happy." She pressed step by step, "You are not a saint, I understood from a long time ago, so I hindered you and made you a Sisyphus who pushes stones, always one step away from the top of the mountain."

"Are you angry? Do you hate your powerlessness?" Victoria paced around the motionless man. "Do you understand the impermanence of fate?"

"Explain." Voldemort almost squeezed the word out of his teeth.

"That's what most people in the world feel constantly throughout their lives. Not like despair, because there is always a way out, and not sadness, because it will be healed by time. Because of how they feel, they understand that they Not invincible, knowing your own limitations and weaknesses, that will destroy or make them."

"But you're not the majority, you're too smart and active, so you seldom get what you want, so you're so busy conquering that you forget that you're one of those weak people too. I let you Having experienced the pain of ordinary life, let you know that you can also be tricked by fate, so do you still feel that you are qualified to be a god?"

"Snapped--"

All the china in the room exploded at the same time, the books fell from the shelves, the parchment was torn and smashed, and fell from the air.

Voldemort opened his eyes. "Are you going to betray me?"

Instead of answering the question, she moved on to the next topic, "I'm so angry, Tom, that you've used me again without asking my permission. Are you really so sure, after all this, that I Will I still stay by your side without caring? Continue to love you? Continue to give? No, I'm going to take something from you this time."

The man did not speak.

"I love you, Tom," she met his eyes, earnestly, "and I know what you are. So here's my offer—"

She stretched out her hand, and an oval-shaped red gem appeared on her palm.

Reality gem.

"I accept your previous invitation to partner, and I will use this huge chip to make it happen that we will really work together as equals and not stop at your fancy words."

Voldemort looked at the girl in front of her. She was already very tall, and her facial features became more delicate and beautiful because of the stretched outline of adulthood. Did he imagine when he first met Victoria that she would one day hold the bargaining chip and negotiate with him in earnest?

The surprise of her wonderful growth hit him, he had been obsessed with controlling his destiny, but at this moment he understood the fun of the unexpected and out of control.

The corners of his mouth began to rise, and he couldn't help laughing, clapping as if he had seen something novel—

"make a deal."

"Dear Victoria,

We are all very saddened to learn that you won't be able to come back here this summer. We miss you so much.

I could hardly believe it the first time I read it about the wonderful adventure you wrote about. You go to the future, but you are not the future, and the possibilities of human beings are so vast and fascinating. Is magic really magical enough to transcend time? I want to know the answer too desperately, but please never explain it to me, wait for me to explore it myself, in a mortal way.

...

Of course I'll remember the date you gave me, I promise I'll be with you on that day, we'll have dinner together, and then Maria will get up and take care of the plants she's growing, and Tony will be like every teenage boy Locking ourselves in the same room, while we sat on the sofa and watched TV, laughing at the frivolous sadness and love in those episodes.

I'm so proud of you, Victoria. You seem to be starting to live out what I want, a free life. Never, never, never be bound, just be what you want to be.

You will finally touch eternal peace.

love you,

Howard. "

In the end, Victoria chose to stay in England for the summer, and although Voldemort sneered that she was almost twenty and had not graduated from Hogwarts, Alan surprisingly did not inherit his father's bad character, allowing her to Calm down instead of planning a murder.

"I'm fine Alan, we're not arguing, and we're not leaving you." She quickly changed to a smile, as Alan tugged at the edge of her clothes, making her realize that there was still a meeting in the dining room. Nagini's little boy playing.

"Oh," the little boy shrugged indifferently, "I don't care, but can I move in with you after you divorce?"

"Nobody's getting a divorce here, Alan," Voldemort emphasized.

But the little boy continued to plead with his mother as if he hadn't heard him: "And can I take Nagini away? It's cruel to leave her here alone with Daddy."

"I forgive Mrs Cole," the man finally concluded. "If she were her, I would want to keep this kind of child in 24-hour confinement."

"Dumbledore will be glad that you are free of your childhood shadows and admit what a tough kid you were," Victoria scoffed.

"Boys are nasty," he said. "We could have a daughter and send Alan away."

"I'm still here, Dad." Alan's calm voice came from the side of the room.

Victoria hugged the little boy tightly and kissed his slightly creamy hair, "I'll never lose you."

"Don't worry about me, Mom, even if I'm sent away, I will seek revenge for this man in twenty years." Allen sneered.

Victoria decided to retract her previous conclusion that Alan did not inherit his father's bad character, the power of heredity is great.

"Did you see an owl coming to bring me this year's book list? School starts in a week." Victoria asked her husband one day before going to bed.

"It arrived half a month ago."

She got up from the bed at once, "then why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you forgot about it."

"Then it would be logical to keep me out of school, right?"

"I'm glad you realized that."

She gritted her teeth. "Stop being a control freak, Tom."

The man was interested, and almost sarcastically responded, "Who begged this control freak to love her more?"

"Who did it to a fourteen-year-old girl?"

"Now this girl is almost 20 years old and has not graduated yet."

All Victoria could do was attack him fiercely with the pillow, "This is the thousandth time! Don't mention this again!"

And the man laughed while holding his arm against the pillow: "I'm sorry, but I didn't expect that every mention would bring me so much fun."

Eventually things ended with Victoria moving into Ellen's bedroom.

"Mom, I'm glad you made the right decision." The little boy shook her hand solemnly.

The morning before school started, Voldemort announced at the dinner table: "Okay, let's end this stupid Cold War? Today I'll take you to Diagon Alley to buy books."

"You take me?" Victoria imitated his tone, "Please note that it is not your daughter who is sitting in front of you."

"I know," Voldemort glanced at her, "I wouldn't allow my daughter to go out to study at all."

"Hey!" she called out warningly, reminding her of everything Joshua had done to her, "that's your daughter not a criminal."

"It's okay mom," Ellen patted her comfortingly, "I will seek revenge on this man in twenty years, tell my sister not to worry."

"Stop talking about revenge, and you don't have a sister at all!"

"It's a rainy day, who knows what those boys will do to her," Voldemort apparently didn't want to change the subject. "After all, with your experience, I understand how dangerous girls are in this world."

"Then go teach her how to overcome danger! Instead of building a tower to hide her!" She covered her forehead with her hands in dismay.

"You're right," he nodded thoughtfully, then laughed as if he had imagined something, "that must be interesting."

"...I'll pretend I didn't see how sinister your smile was."

The author has something to say: the daily writing without nutrition is really fast and smooth.

I didn't want Ellen's setting to be a typical child of this kind of romance novel, but this old stalk that hates his father is quite...cute?

And another big event, this article is over. The original plan was to end it in 15w, but it looks like it should be super, especially after falling in love with writing this kind of everyday life with unclear meaning.