[HP] End of Death

Hermione and Ron looked at each other in shock.Ron poked Hermione on the arm, and the latter gave him a look and asked, "Harry, you - you're not going to save him, are you?"

"He's suffering for me, Hermione."

"No, he's doing things for Vol-Voldemort - Ron, don't be so upset! He's not suffering for you, it's just because he - he can't get that weapon!" Hermione raised her voice in horror as she saw Harry's expression was almost grim.

"Yeah, yeah, if we don't stop him, he might get the weapon—" Harry shouted, they couldn't understand his panic, he was afraid of Voldemort getting stronger, and he didn't want Draco To continue being tortured, he had been under Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse and knew what it was like.

"No, Harry, calm down! Have you ever thought that maybe Vol-Voldemort is lying to you, he is going to trick you out!" Hermione tried to persuade, she was also a little hysterical, she realized that the other party might have fallen into An extremely irrational state.

"You think it's fake, right, because he - he's my nemesis, so I don't want to bother with him? What if it's true, if he's really being tortured, and Voldemort is getting further and further away from his goal?" close--"

"You're going to get him closer to the target!" Hermione snapped.

The air suddenly became silent, and the two stared at each other, pursing their lower lips and not speaking.Ron looked at the two in a panic, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, not knowing how to mediate.

Harry closed his eyes, suppressed the clamoring desire in his heart, and took a deep breath: "May I tell others about this, tell the rest of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Oh, Harry, I don't think we can get in touch with anyone else," said Hermione, relieved, glad he'd calmed down. "Dumbledore's not here, Professor McGonagall is in the hospital—"

"Snape," interrupted Harry, "Snape's still here."

"Tell Snape?" Ron's face changed slightly.

"Okay, Harry, let's go tell Snape and let him decide, okay? If he tells you to stay here, don't go, okay?" Hermione pleaded, Harry looked Looking into her eyes, he nodded reluctantly, and a smile appeared on the girl's face immediately.

They hurried to Snape's underground office, the surrounding light was dim, and the dusk was fading.Harry knocked hard on the door, and it opened a moment later, revealing a sullen face on the face of a man in a black robe, dark eyes staring at him from a hooked nose.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" he asked coldly.

"Voldemort is about to get that weapon! He—he asked Malfoy to help him get it, and he's almost there!" Harry said hastily, ignoring his attitude.

Snape stared at him for a moment, the corners of his mouth curved into a mean curve: "If that's what you're talking about—"

"It's not stupid, it's not crazy! I saw it—you know how!" Harry was so annoyed that he wanted to rush up and beat him up.

"This shows that you haven't learned Occlumency at all, Potter! You're still dreaming about the Dark Lord!" Snape snapped loudly. "I suggest you forget about it and go back to your lounge and have a good time. Stay, don't try to be a hero—”

"I didn't play a hero!" Harry's brain was buzzing, blank, and he felt that he was about to explode, "I know, you must not want to stop Voldemort, so you deliberately ignored my words!"

"Harry!"

"Go back, Potter. You don't have to worry about this matter." Snape glared at him sullenly. "As I said, your extra affection is the best thing the Dark Lord can use!"

"You'll tell the rest of the Order, and you'll get him out, won't you!" Harry asked loudly, shaking off Ron and tugging at his hand.

"You don't have to worry about what I do, you just stay in school and don't even think about going out!" Snape said as he slammed the door in front of his face, the heavy closing sound was like a slap in the face On Harry's face, he was livid and gritted his teeth.

Hermione carefully tugged at the hem of his clothes. Although she had a premonition of Snape's attitude, it was unexpected that it was so bad.She looked at Ron and motioned for him to take Harry back with him, who reluctantly walked over to him.

"Let's go back to the lounge, Harry... Snape will take care of it. Go back." She persuaded softly, slowly pulling him back.Seeing that he didn't resist, Hermione let out a sigh of relief, and exchanged glances with Ron.

Harry was taken all the way back to the common room in a daze by two friends.It was getting late, and there were not many people staying in the lounge.A few students took their places, and Hermione had to find a table to sit down again.

"It's cold in here." Ron complained as soon as he sat down. "Shall we go back to the dorm, Harry?"

The boy propped his cheek with one hand, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.The cold window reflected his pale and stiff face, like a stone carving.

Snape told him to stay here, not to leave the castle... Maybe he knew something, Voldemort was planning something dangerous and he didn't want him to be involved... No, maybe he just wanted to send him away, he didn't He didn't care about Draco's life or death... Or he held the same idea as Hermione, thinking that it was just Voldemort lying to him, and there was no torture at all...

He hugged his head and grabbed his hair so hard that his brain was about to burst.

Stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it so much... You can't do anything, even if you are in the past, you can only add to the chaos... Give up, stop thinking, just leave everything to them...

Give it up, Harry.Stop worrying about him...he has nothing to do with you.

Harry felt as if there were countless disgusting, dirty and dark substances accumulated in his chest. They seemed to be some kind of lumps, nourished by blood and oxygen, growing wildly, squeezing his blood vessels and heart, making it difficult for him to breathe and beat uneven.

He felt that he was sick, otherwise why would he be thinking about that person uncontrollably, wondering if he was still enduring endless extreme pain and suffering in the dark, dusty room at this moment... He growled, screamed, Convulsions, but no one knows, and no one will rescue him... His tears fell to the ground, and a layer of ash floated up, reflecting the gray mist in the glass ball.

He said, I can't forget him.I can't forget Harry Potter.

The red light, the night, the man's high-pitched shouts, rapid gasps and suppressed cries, endless nightmares and death within reach.

He said, I can't forget him.

Harry Potter.

He stood up suddenly, startling both friends.Harry stared fixedly ahead, his vision blurred, but his brain was exceptionally clear.

"I'm going to save him," he heard himself say.

Yes, that's it, this is what he really said... Why did he stay here so hard, waiting for an unsure news?Draco is not someone who doesn't matter at all, he is his lover - yes, he can't forgive him, but he has to admit that he still loves him, his heart is still beating for him, he can't let him go No matter there.

Even though he knew that his strength was pitifully small, he still wanted to go.He was going to see him, no matter how big the obstacles were, he was going to see the one he loved.

"Harry, Snape told you to stay here!"

"Harry, calm down!"

"I know it might be false." Harry said calmly, looking at the excited Hermione and Ron in front of him, "but as long as there is a one percent chance of it being true, I'm going to—I don't Probably not, you don't know what it's like to be left alone in hopelessness, wanting to grab something and not being able to do it... Anyway, I'm not going to leave him there alone."

"But the Order of the Phoenix came to save him, Harry!"

"I don't know if Snape took me seriously. To say he took it as a joke - or that he didn't want to help at all - I wouldn't take the risk."

"But you're taking a risk now! You promised me—"

"I wouldn't risk his life, Hermione," he said solemnly, his eyes heavy and bright, "I really wouldn't."