[HP] Similar but different
Chapter 113 Undead
After a moment.
Harry stood alone in the stone room, studying the ring carefully.The ring is thick and rough, and it can be seen that it has aged.The soul-returning stone is even more unremarkable, dull and gray.If it weren't for the fact that the Deathly Hallows symbol was actually inside, it would have been suspected of being a fake.
Perhaps it was because the feeling of being able to hold the Soul Resurrection Stone in the palm of his hand just after learning about it was too unreal, Harry gently rubbed the smooth surface of the stone, and was in a daze by accident——
Turn the stone three times while thinking of the dead; the dead will appear, but are invisible to anyone but the user.
Dumbledore said that there is no magic that can bring people back to life, and it should be true; how much can this stone that is said to be able to resurrect the dead do?
Harry wasn't sure what form he wanted his parents to take.From an emotional point of view, of course, the more living people they are, the better; but from an intellectual point of view, the ending of the second child in the fairy tale and Dumbledore's statement about wanting to bring back the dead all had to make him vigilant.Like the Mirror of Erised, the Resurrection Stone is likely to use and even magnify the hidden desires of the users, so as to slow them down, make them hesitate, and trap them in place until they die.
Will he do that?If he does see them, does he want to be with them forever, or does he plan to drag them back to reality?
Harry thought of Sirius again.Earlier, when Sirius and Mrs. Weasley had a disagreement on whether to inform him of the news of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley had angrily accused Sirius of not fulfilling his godfather responsibilities and treating Harry like James.It was a bit too much, but it wasn't all wrong - he could feel that sometimes Sirius looked at him as if catching his father's shadow through him.
Unable to say what mood he was in, Harry pursed his lips.He vaguely read something wrong in it.He understood Sirius, but he wasn't James after all, so he left those words in front of Sirius' room door; he hoped Sirius could get out of the past, but if he couldn't, then sooner or later...
He suddenly suddenly, like waking up from a big dream.People are born to die, sooner or later, high or low; Sirius, or he, is destined to join the ranks of the dead at a certain time; therefore, it is not he who calls the dead, but they are calling him away .
Harry closed his eyes and turned the ring and stone three times.When he opened his eyes again, he saw them—
James was about the same height as Harry, dressed in the clothes he had died in, with messy hair and glasses that were a little askew, like Mr. Weasley;
Lily smiled broadly, pushing back her long hair as she approached Harry, her same green eyes staring hungrily at Harry's face as if she could never get enough of them.
They were obviously not alive, but they didn't look like Hogwarts ghosts either.If anything, they looked closer to Riddle when the diary was about to materialize... that's enough.
"Mom?" Harry called softly, his eyes moistened uncontrollably, "Dad?"
At the same time, the already gray sky began to rain.The night is approaching, the water smoke is filling the air, and the hills and woods in the distance are more gloomy and depressing.
The black-robed wizard stood outside the door of the stone house with his hands folded, his unfocused gaze fell on the vast swamp.There seemed to be too many things mixed in those dark eyes, and it seemed that nothing could really leave a trace.
He could hear a slight movement in the house, and he knew the boy had finally started.He could hear all the conversations if he wanted to without disturbing anyone, but he didn't want to.
Not necessary, not at all necessary.
He knew everything about the boy, and he believed that he could figure out [-]% of the content just by guessing; for the remaining [-]%, considering the boy's character and unavoidable contradictions, he couldn't be kept in the dark for too long.If he really went to eavesdrop, it would be more likely to be superfluous.
Voldemort let out a silent breath.He doesn't like to recall the past, and he doesn't like things like touching the scene, but now he can't help but think of the last time——
He did summon the Potters, but he realized right away that he had nothing to say.To be precise, he simply didn't know how to negotiate and gain an advantage over the dead.
They have experienced the worst death, and they have nothing to fear.And the only weakness they have left in the world is exactly where he needs them to function.
He was silent, and they were silent, not without vigilance.He couldn't open his mouth to explain his intentions first, so he could only wait in the elapsed time, pretending not to notice their secret exchange of glances, as well as the deeper and deeper worries that he tried to hide inside.
"So..." In the end, Lily was the first to break the dead silence, "This time it's not an accident, is it?"
Of course he still remembered how he summoned the undead last time without any preparation.He remained silent, but nodded.
Lily took a step forward.James obviously didn't agree, but he kept up anyway, with an expression on his face that showed he was ready for any possible upheaval from the Dark Lord. "And about Harry?" the red-haired woman asked, concern evident in her voice.
And he watched their feet.They are not real entities, but they also make a little grinding noise when they move around.They are somewhere between ghosts and living people, yet they do exist.
It turns out that ordinary people will become like this after death?His thoughts wandered uncontrollably.Doesn't it look like a total death, but the soul leaves the dying body and goes to a completely unknown new world?
He desperately wanted to know the answer, but it was impossible for him to ask, and Legilimency was obviously impossible to perform on the undead.
"Harry..." Lily read, green eyes flashing things he'd seen—on that Halloween night, when she was between the cradle and him—"I wonder if everything is all right with my son." good."
So brave, he couldn't help but praise the woman.Even if he killed her under the wand, she was not afraid - if this has not changed in more than ten years, then stupid is an unfair description for her.
James muttered something annoyed, like "It's no use asking him" or something.
He didn't reply immediately, but just turned around and sat down, and when he looked up again, he saw that the man was already blocking in front of the woman full of protective desire. "Don't be so nervous, Potter," he heard his own icy voice echo, "unless you think you can die again?"
James glared at him immediately, but he hypnotized himself not to see it—it really reminded him a bit of a boy, to be honest; father and son looked too much alike. "Whether he is good or not depends on your definition of good."
The red-haired woman pulled down her husband's outstretched hands and patted them reassuringly before turning to him. "Harry or your Horcrux?" Seemingly feeling that the answer to this question was obvious, she asked again: "Does Harry know now?"
He fell silent again.Maybe he couldn't quite admit it to himself, but there was something he had to tell them first.Dumbledore has found the swamp, which basically means Harry knows; plus Black's attitude...
He had foreseen a future where Harry wanted to use the Resurrection Stone.It is also foreseeable that if a boy is the No. 1 explanation to his parents, the consequences may be disastrous.And this possibility, no matter how many, must be eliminated...
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was nothing inside. "He knows."
The unemotional tone managed to turn James' annoyance into bewilderment. "What conspiracy do you have?" He couldn't help asking, "What do you want to use Harry for?"
"What if I say I don't want to?" He asked lightly.
No doubt James didn't believe it.He stared at him suspiciously, confrontational tension in the air.
"Then what do you want to do?" Lily asked again.She seemed calmer than James. "Nearly two years have passed since the last time... Since you admit that this time is not a coincidence, then you must have some new news for us, don't you?"
For a moment, he wanted to lie and say that he could use the Soul Stone if he was fine, but he knew that none of the three of them would believe it. "You already know that if I'm going to die, Harry has to die too," he stated, not knowing he'd been able to talk about it so flatly, "that's what you're expecting, isn't it?"
The couple exchanged glances quickly. "What are you implying?" James objected immediately, his brows behind his glasses were tightly frowned, "Are you trying to say that Harry might run away from you out of fear of death? That's absolutely impossible!"
Lily nodded in agreement. "I still stick to my previous point-Harry may be troubled, but he will never fail." She began to look at him carefully, as if she hadn't seen it before, or as if he might be replaced by another People who don't know, "So what the hell are you trying to say?"
He pursed his lips. "I'm just curious—" he said, hiding the sudden dryness in his throat, "you chose to block my way because you wanted Harry to live; and now you want him to die..."
"You're mistaken," Lily interrupted before he could finish. "For James and me, of course it's more important for Harry to live—than for us to live." She looked at her husband, There was love in his eyes.But when they met him, they became determined. "But that's not the most important thing. Harry has grown up and has a will of his own. If he thinks that only his own death can end things, then we will support his decision. So it's not that we want Harry to go Death," she sharply pointed out the essence, "but you."
He couldn't deny the fact that everyone knew, and he had no intention of explaining it. "You're saying you trust him, aren't you?" he pressed further. "No matter what he thinks or does, you trust him unconditionally?"
"Of course!" James huffed, obviously unable to bear being questioned by the Dark Lord, "He is our only son!"
This is enough.
Voldemort woke up from his memory and found that the dark night had fallen over the swamp.The rain was getting heavier, and he waved his hand to disperse the moisture from his side.Harry wasn't out yet, but he must have confessed everything in detail.Boys were like that, and he wanted Lily and James to remember what they had said.because--
"Nothing can take you from me, Harry. Not your godfather, your parents, your friends...even, death."
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As an aside, I read the comments in the previous chapter... Well, are you serious about saying that this article is abusive?Do you feel pretty sweet about yourself?
Harry stood alone in the stone room, studying the ring carefully.The ring is thick and rough, and it can be seen that it has aged.The soul-returning stone is even more unremarkable, dull and gray.If it weren't for the fact that the Deathly Hallows symbol was actually inside, it would have been suspected of being a fake.
Perhaps it was because the feeling of being able to hold the Soul Resurrection Stone in the palm of his hand just after learning about it was too unreal, Harry gently rubbed the smooth surface of the stone, and was in a daze by accident——
Turn the stone three times while thinking of the dead; the dead will appear, but are invisible to anyone but the user.
Dumbledore said that there is no magic that can bring people back to life, and it should be true; how much can this stone that is said to be able to resurrect the dead do?
Harry wasn't sure what form he wanted his parents to take.From an emotional point of view, of course, the more living people they are, the better; but from an intellectual point of view, the ending of the second child in the fairy tale and Dumbledore's statement about wanting to bring back the dead all had to make him vigilant.Like the Mirror of Erised, the Resurrection Stone is likely to use and even magnify the hidden desires of the users, so as to slow them down, make them hesitate, and trap them in place until they die.
Will he do that?If he does see them, does he want to be with them forever, or does he plan to drag them back to reality?
Harry thought of Sirius again.Earlier, when Sirius and Mrs. Weasley had a disagreement on whether to inform him of the news of the Order of the Phoenix, Mrs. Weasley had angrily accused Sirius of not fulfilling his godfather responsibilities and treating Harry like James.It was a bit too much, but it wasn't all wrong - he could feel that sometimes Sirius looked at him as if catching his father's shadow through him.
Unable to say what mood he was in, Harry pursed his lips.He vaguely read something wrong in it.He understood Sirius, but he wasn't James after all, so he left those words in front of Sirius' room door; he hoped Sirius could get out of the past, but if he couldn't, then sooner or later...
He suddenly suddenly, like waking up from a big dream.People are born to die, sooner or later, high or low; Sirius, or he, is destined to join the ranks of the dead at a certain time; therefore, it is not he who calls the dead, but they are calling him away .
Harry closed his eyes and turned the ring and stone three times.When he opened his eyes again, he saw them—
James was about the same height as Harry, dressed in the clothes he had died in, with messy hair and glasses that were a little askew, like Mr. Weasley;
Lily smiled broadly, pushing back her long hair as she approached Harry, her same green eyes staring hungrily at Harry's face as if she could never get enough of them.
They were obviously not alive, but they didn't look like Hogwarts ghosts either.If anything, they looked closer to Riddle when the diary was about to materialize... that's enough.
"Mom?" Harry called softly, his eyes moistened uncontrollably, "Dad?"
At the same time, the already gray sky began to rain.The night is approaching, the water smoke is filling the air, and the hills and woods in the distance are more gloomy and depressing.
The black-robed wizard stood outside the door of the stone house with his hands folded, his unfocused gaze fell on the vast swamp.There seemed to be too many things mixed in those dark eyes, and it seemed that nothing could really leave a trace.
He could hear a slight movement in the house, and he knew the boy had finally started.He could hear all the conversations if he wanted to without disturbing anyone, but he didn't want to.
Not necessary, not at all necessary.
He knew everything about the boy, and he believed that he could figure out [-]% of the content just by guessing; for the remaining [-]%, considering the boy's character and unavoidable contradictions, he couldn't be kept in the dark for too long.If he really went to eavesdrop, it would be more likely to be superfluous.
Voldemort let out a silent breath.He doesn't like to recall the past, and he doesn't like things like touching the scene, but now he can't help but think of the last time——
He did summon the Potters, but he realized right away that he had nothing to say.To be precise, he simply didn't know how to negotiate and gain an advantage over the dead.
They have experienced the worst death, and they have nothing to fear.And the only weakness they have left in the world is exactly where he needs them to function.
He was silent, and they were silent, not without vigilance.He couldn't open his mouth to explain his intentions first, so he could only wait in the elapsed time, pretending not to notice their secret exchange of glances, as well as the deeper and deeper worries that he tried to hide inside.
"So..." In the end, Lily was the first to break the dead silence, "This time it's not an accident, is it?"
Of course he still remembered how he summoned the undead last time without any preparation.He remained silent, but nodded.
Lily took a step forward.James obviously didn't agree, but he kept up anyway, with an expression on his face that showed he was ready for any possible upheaval from the Dark Lord. "And about Harry?" the red-haired woman asked, concern evident in her voice.
And he watched their feet.They are not real entities, but they also make a little grinding noise when they move around.They are somewhere between ghosts and living people, yet they do exist.
It turns out that ordinary people will become like this after death?His thoughts wandered uncontrollably.Doesn't it look like a total death, but the soul leaves the dying body and goes to a completely unknown new world?
He desperately wanted to know the answer, but it was impossible for him to ask, and Legilimency was obviously impossible to perform on the undead.
"Harry..." Lily read, green eyes flashing things he'd seen—on that Halloween night, when she was between the cradle and him—"I wonder if everything is all right with my son." good."
So brave, he couldn't help but praise the woman.Even if he killed her under the wand, she was not afraid - if this has not changed in more than ten years, then stupid is an unfair description for her.
James muttered something annoyed, like "It's no use asking him" or something.
He didn't reply immediately, but just turned around and sat down, and when he looked up again, he saw that the man was already blocking in front of the woman full of protective desire. "Don't be so nervous, Potter," he heard his own icy voice echo, "unless you think you can die again?"
James glared at him immediately, but he hypnotized himself not to see it—it really reminded him a bit of a boy, to be honest; father and son looked too much alike. "Whether he is good or not depends on your definition of good."
The red-haired woman pulled down her husband's outstretched hands and patted them reassuringly before turning to him. "Harry or your Horcrux?" Seemingly feeling that the answer to this question was obvious, she asked again: "Does Harry know now?"
He fell silent again.Maybe he couldn't quite admit it to himself, but there was something he had to tell them first.Dumbledore has found the swamp, which basically means Harry knows; plus Black's attitude...
He had foreseen a future where Harry wanted to use the Resurrection Stone.It is also foreseeable that if a boy is the No. 1 explanation to his parents, the consequences may be disastrous.And this possibility, no matter how many, must be eliminated...
Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was nothing inside. "He knows."
The unemotional tone managed to turn James' annoyance into bewilderment. "What conspiracy do you have?" He couldn't help asking, "What do you want to use Harry for?"
"What if I say I don't want to?" He asked lightly.
No doubt James didn't believe it.He stared at him suspiciously, confrontational tension in the air.
"Then what do you want to do?" Lily asked again.She seemed calmer than James. "Nearly two years have passed since the last time... Since you admit that this time is not a coincidence, then you must have some new news for us, don't you?"
For a moment, he wanted to lie and say that he could use the Soul Stone if he was fine, but he knew that none of the three of them would believe it. "You already know that if I'm going to die, Harry has to die too," he stated, not knowing he'd been able to talk about it so flatly, "that's what you're expecting, isn't it?"
The couple exchanged glances quickly. "What are you implying?" James objected immediately, his brows behind his glasses were tightly frowned, "Are you trying to say that Harry might run away from you out of fear of death? That's absolutely impossible!"
Lily nodded in agreement. "I still stick to my previous point-Harry may be troubled, but he will never fail." She began to look at him carefully, as if she hadn't seen it before, or as if he might be replaced by another People who don't know, "So what the hell are you trying to say?"
He pursed his lips. "I'm just curious—" he said, hiding the sudden dryness in his throat, "you chose to block my way because you wanted Harry to live; and now you want him to die..."
"You're mistaken," Lily interrupted before he could finish. "For James and me, of course it's more important for Harry to live—than for us to live." She looked at her husband, There was love in his eyes.But when they met him, they became determined. "But that's not the most important thing. Harry has grown up and has a will of his own. If he thinks that only his own death can end things, then we will support his decision. So it's not that we want Harry to go Death," she sharply pointed out the essence, "but you."
He couldn't deny the fact that everyone knew, and he had no intention of explaining it. "You're saying you trust him, aren't you?" he pressed further. "No matter what he thinks or does, you trust him unconditionally?"
"Of course!" James huffed, obviously unable to bear being questioned by the Dark Lord, "He is our only son!"
This is enough.
Voldemort woke up from his memory and found that the dark night had fallen over the swamp.The rain was getting heavier, and he waved his hand to disperse the moisture from his side.Harry wasn't out yet, but he must have confessed everything in detail.Boys were like that, and he wanted Lily and James to remember what they had said.because--
"Nothing can take you from me, Harry. Not your godfather, your parents, your friends...even, death."
The author has something to say:
As an aside, I read the comments in the previous chapter... Well, are you serious about saying that this article is abusive?Do you feel pretty sweet about yourself?
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