The Mortal

It was the way it was most of the time - Harry probably cared as much for her as he did for Dumbledore, Snape could tell.When the weather was just getting colder, the boy paid attention to the practical effects of hand warmers and other similar modern products like a qualified junior, and squandered the considerable property in his treasury and bank account without any plan, that is, simply and rudely picked the most expensive one kind.

Of course, Mrs. Anderson was also very kind to him. She might have regarded Harry as her junior. For an old woman living alone, that basically meant all aspects of life for him, and even Snape. Aspects (and, damn it, feelings) keep caring.

You know, Snape, who was recognized as the most difficult professor in Hogwarts history to get along with, was by no means a kind person, and the reason why he barely endured these annoyances was by no means... not just the idiotic smirk on Harry's face.He lived for 40 years and spent nearly half his life as a double agent, so he's certainly not unsophisticated, he just doesn't like or disdain dealing with humans in general - which never meant he had to take everyone's The spine was broken into pieces and thrown into the trash can, not to mention facing a 63-year-old Muggle old man, for Merlin or God's sake, Snape's bottom line of respecting the old and loving the young is indeed not high, and it has not fallen to the bottom line yet. The point of insanity.

But that wasn't reason enough for him to open the door.

It had been two hours since Harry left. Snape was still slumped on the couch, his brow furrowed, not in the negative sense.He spent many times longer than ever before thinking about one thing, and the room seemed to be echoing those words, that sentence, over and over again.

Snape had just talked himself out of a joint when there was a knock at the door.Mrs. Anderson said that she came to deliver the kind of cake Harry wanted to learn a few days ago-I made one today, it is delicious, you will like it.

"He's gone." Snape tried not to look particularly cold. "I'll pass it on to him."

"Oh, Snape. I don't want to carry it up the stairs again," she said bitterly. "Did you hear that? My knees were protesting loudly, they were utterly refusing to take the extra weight."

Snape looked out through the peephole in the door. Mrs. Anderson's idea of ​​a "serving" was probably worth several people, and it was eight inches in diameter.He remembered that the boy had recently mentioned whether there was any potion for treating bone spurs. Unfortunately, wizards have not been bothered by this kind of thing, so the worried young man turned to the special medicine that was touted to be hyped in the pharmacy.

Maybe it was because Harry- well, let it be.It's because of Harry.Is that reason enough?

Snape was not happy that Harry was going to cause trouble, and that he chose to compromise for his trouble in the end.He made some reluctant syllables in his throat, nasty boy, and reached for the doorknob.

He opens the door.

There is one left.

Thanks to all the annoying training Snape had given him earlier, the Savior's ability to fight without a wand still surprised ordinary wizards, and even Hermione hadn't imagined that he had grown to this extent.It's only been 15 minutes since the two of them fell into a trap and were surrounded, to only one remaining enemy remaining, and the price they paid was nothing more than insignificant flesh and blood injuries - at least compared to the unconscious wizard lying on the ground It really doesn't matter.

The battlefield has spread to the grass that is taller than a person. Harry remembered that he had also fought here when the Death Eaters came to attack the Burrow, but the difference was that he now knew how to deal with it in this environment. Obscured vision wasn't the only thing to rely on, and Hermione was there Behind him, he didn't panic, nor was he afraid.

Not having a wand does still bring a lot of inconveniences, such as using more mana.

A red light rushed obliquely at a tricky angle. Harry rolled over and dodged neatly, without using the spell.He knew that this would not be the end, he had to deal with the enemy while retaining enough magic power to deal with the later situation.

The curse fell not far behind them, and a raging fire ignited in an instant.

"We part," Harry said suddenly as he marched. "I'm going to get his attention."

"What? No. There's no need for us to take the risk, it's just a matter of time-" The witch who had just moved away from the fire to a safe distance objected breathlessly, but she stopped immediately when she turned her head and saw Harry's unusually pale face. "What happened?" She anxiously searched for her friend, and spit out a series of worrying inquiries quickly, "Are you injured? Where is it? What is it?"

"No. It's not me." Harry wiped away the blood dripping down his cheek with the back of his hand. It was a scratch that was not completely avoided, and there was a small pain in the pulled flesh. "The protective spell I put in the house was touched. From within, someone cast a spell."

"But Snape can't…" Hermione opened her hazel eyes wide. "A wizard has entered." She immediately concluded, "But your spell should at least be resistant for a while, and you shouldn't wait until now to sound the alarm."

Harry bent down, hands on his lap, trying to regain as much strength as he could for the next attack.He closed his eyes, his jaw tensed, and the words came out from between his bloodless lips.

"That room... unless I use my magic key, all humans will be denied entry." His voice lowered, as if coming from the depths of the ice field. "But the only weakness of the protection spell is - it does not require any conditions to be activated from within."

"He opened the door," Hermione said uncertainly.

"Snape is no less vigilant than anyone else, if that's what you want to ask." Harry's voice couldn't hide the bitterness, of course it wasn't because of blame, he knew Snape, so the only one he could blame was himself, because-"Definitely There must be some reason. It must be us, no, more likely someone related to me," he whispered to himself, "It has always been, it has always been, why would he- for reasons other than me- Even at the cost of his own life - compromise?"

The grass swayed with the cold wind, and the scorching flames took advantage of the momentum to sway and grow wildly.

Harry stood up straight, his breathing becoming even and regular again.His eyes never stopped looking around, and his brain never stopped judging. If there is one most important lesson he has learned in the past few years, it is that at no time should he be overly concerned about things that cannot be touched at the moment. God - stay worried, stay alert, and focus on the present - even if it's Snape the fuck, someone he loves so much and can't accept losing in any way.

Anger couldn't make him lose his mind.

If you love someone.You will be as soft as the lightest cotton wool before him.You will be tougher than the thickest steel in the world to the dangers that come your way.You don't shed futile worries and tears, wonder what to do, or hope that a helping hand will fall from the sky.

You will only become braver and stronger because of him.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, and they set off at the same time with a purpose.

Ron held his breath carefully around the corner, waiting for the wizard on the other side to walk away.

It's a coincidence.The clerk who approves their joke shop is a nightmare, the guy can go from the Code of Business Regulations to the effect of the Siberian cold snap on the British population (who knows what that is) and maybe that's how he catches the visitors The reason for the eloquence-No one is usually willing to take the initiative to say a word to him. Ron was overwhelmed halfway through, excused himself to escape from the room and left George to continue to struggle, and he just happened to overhear the two wizards chatting while wandering around.

"A lot of things were confiscated today. Those pure-blood guys are really rich, and sometimes I want to take a few things from the warehouse."

"Oh come on, you'll be better off if you get caught. Throw your stuff in here so we can go drink," another voice urged.

"You don't know, I saw the wand on the registration form the other day. I can't imagine who is so..."

wand. Ron's nerves were immediately aroused by that keyword, so he secretly followed behind the two, and left quietly after remembering the place where the confiscated items were stored.He would wait until those two had left the Ministry of Magic before acting.

This is not a good idea.But what does that matter?

He and his friends hadn't been in the business of living comfortably forever, Ron thought.He was immersed in creating interesting and funny gizmos all day long. Ginny signed up for Auror's reserve training camp, Luna worked as a reporter in "The Quibbler", and Neville followed Professor Sprout to study herbal medicine at Hogwarts. Their respective matters, it seems that the days of fighting side by side are a long-fading dream.

But this does not mean that they are indifferent to the current state of the wizarding world and intend to stand by.

All of them, he was sure, were ready to face anything.So if there was something he could do, something that required him to risk it for his brother - even if it didn't necessarily work, as long as there was something that might help Harry, he was willing to try it.

"It will work." Ron