[HP] End of Death

Harry was walking alone down a dark alley.One of his slippers fell off, and the sole of his right foot touched the cool ground, and some stone chips stuck to his skin, but he didn't care.There was a violent impact behind him, as well as some distant calls, but he pretended not to hear them.

He knew they were anxious, but he cared about each of them, so he couldn't stay with them.

No one told him this... It's not that he doesn't know how much Draco has suffered to be with him, but he just doesn't want to think about it.But when Voldemort presented the blood in front of him, he only felt disillusioned at the touch of a touch.

Their small pleasures are based on the cruel fact that they are only having fun in the midst of suffering.It's just a pointless self-deception, their small victory - breaking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, it's nothing, as long as Voldemort doesn't fall there will be a second, third , the never-ending nightmare, the never-ending sad sound.

They got the sword back and destroyed the Horcruxes, which is good, one step closer to that impossible goal...but other than that, his soul is being consumed, and his friends are suffering that he doesn't know ...people who were out of his sight, Lupine, Sirius, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Tonks, Mundungus, Mad-Eye Moody... what were they doing?They may be trying to save wizards who were executed in the Ministry of Magic, trying to protect Muggles, or fighting Death Eaters, but he can only fall into the trap set by Voldemort step by step, bringing disaster to his loved ones .

He knew that his own state was causing great distress to his friend.They lingered, Hermione searched for information day after day, Ron was always watching him, and Draco couldn't sleep peacefully to take care of him...

What should he do?What should he do? ...Maybe he should disappear so no one suffers...

At the end of the alley there was a light, then an open door, and a small wooden table in the dust.He walked into the house slowly, and a pungent smell of rotting wood and wine came over his face, which was somewhat familiar.

Harry looked to the right, there was a bar, and a man was wiping a dirty wine glass in his hand boredly, although Harry felt that the more he wiped, the more dirty he was.He looked around for a week and recognized that this was the Pig's Head Bar.

He casually sat down at the table, staring blankly at the snowflakes flying outside the window.The Pig's Head Bar was originally located on a deserted street, and in addition to being in a special period, the surrounding area was empty, only the dilapidated houses covered in cold frost and the howling north wind.

He propped his chin with one hand, the tip of his chin was a bit rough, and it seemed to have grown a little bit of stubble.He felt his throat dry, longing for something to moisten his teeth, and then a glass of flaming beer appeared on his table, white foam overflowing the rim.Harry looked up, the boss withdrew his hand from the glass, and continued to walk back to the bar to wipe the glass.

He didn't think much about it. He had imagined the taste of fire beer countless times when he was a student at Hogwarts, but underage wizards were not allowed to drink it.Harry picked it up and took a big gulp, his throat immediately ached like it was on fire, the liquor seemed to be made of flames, it was cold and hot, jumping in the gap between the blood and the flesh.

Harry turned his head away, his eyes brimming with tears, and the boss was still sitting there, unmoved.He rubbed his eyes, stared at him for a while, and said boldly: "The number of people coming to Hogsmeade has become less and less recently."

The boss looked up at him, and the blue eyes hidden under the hood made him feel familiar.

"Yeah, that's right, special period..." He put down the cup in his hand, looked at him suddenly and said, "You shouldn't be here."

"Why? Didn't you ask me to come here?"

"I just don't think you should get mad at your friends. You need to calm down and keep your temper in check."

"Oh, good. I'm not mad at them, I'm more mad at myself, actually," said Harry coldly. "Maybe you also think I'm in the way—"

"You just take yourself too seriously. I don't have time to spend temper tantrums with children... How you feel about yourself is your own business, your own concept. You haven't thought about other people—"

"Of course I thought about them!—if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here." Harry stood up.

The boss shrugged and didn't answer his words.

They were silent for another moment.There was the tinkling of glasses in the air, and Harry drank dully.The wine in the glass seemed to never be finished, and it kept filling up, which wet his nose, and the air he inhaled smelled of burning wine.

"You look very much like someone I know." He said again suddenly, with some hesitation in his tone, "I...a person I respect very much."

The boss's hand that wiped the glass paused, but he didn't respond.

Harry waited for a while, and seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, he put down his glass and looked up at the cobweb-covered ceiling.

"I always feel like I've failed him...didn't accomplish anything, what he expected of me I couldn't do..."

"You should be yourself, not someone he expects." The boss said, "You have nothing to do."

"No, there are."

"That's him lying to you. You think there is, but you're just caught in a trap."

Harry was silent for a while, then took another sip of Firebeer.Wine makes people chaotic, and sparks accumulate in the chaos.

"No, that's not the case... Someone must do this thing."

"Oh, that can be handed over to others. You think too much about yourself, that's why you go crazy." He shrugged, "Too many people have gone crazy in this era."

"No, it can't be handed over to others..." Harry lowered his head, lying on the dirty table, looking at the cloudy liquid in the glass, small bubbles rose from the bottom, rose to the surface of the liquid, and shattered.

"Leave it to someone else, boy. You should be hiding in the house and protected, and when the time is over, you'll find it's not so bad."

"...All this in the past? How?" Harry looked at him, "Will someone automatically fix all the broken holes when we hide in the house?"

"Then what else? Although the winter is long, it will always pass. Who are the people above, and what does it have to do with us ordinary people? Do you think anyone really cares about what you are fighting for?—— No, they only care about their own few acres of land, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​over, and the mysterious man is coming, unless it really happens to them, no one will resist."

"Don't say you don't know what You-Know-Who has done," Harry stared firmly into his eyes, "Of course they will resist, as long as there is a Muggle living in this land, they will resist; as long as And if there's a Muggle-born wizard, they'll rebel."

"You're really idealistic, kid. Muggle-borns pretending to be half-blood, half-blood wizards pretending to be pure-blood, they disassociate themselves from Muggles... Do you know how many Death Eaters there are these days? At least there are many more people than the Order of the Phoenix, and it is still expanding. If you go out and walk more, you will find out how the current public opinion is going."

"I know who else is resisting. Maybe we see things differently." Harry's voice rose, and he knew he was trying to prove something, even if it was very small. "This will not pass, if all Everyone hides in the house, so the world outside the house will always be a nightmare. When we shout, they cover their ears and pretend not to hear; when we write on the bulletin board, they cover their eyes and pretend not to see; when we die, they step on Walking past the dead body; but someone will hear it, someone will see it, and someone will not be indifferent to the blood."

The man looked at him as if looking at a weirdo.After a while, he looked towards the door from which Harry had come, and said, "Your friend seems eager to come."

Harry heard the growing noise too, and he couldn't help but suspect that they were planning to blow up the Room of Requirement.

"...Let them come over." He said, holding his head in frustration, as if he had lost all the courage to refute him just now.

The boss drew his wand and tapped it, Harry sat up straight and pretended to continue drinking beer, but this time the glass was empty.He had no choice but to stand up and paced uneasily on the spot, feeling dizzy, as if drunk, and his footsteps were a little wobbly.

Heavy, deafening footsteps came from the alley.Hermione was the first to rush out, crying and running, and hugged Harry, who staggered and almost fell.

Ron and Draco were pale, the latter pursing his lips as if he wanted to punch him.

"Harry, Harry, don't you run out suddenly, okay? - We were so scared to death, we were almost going to tell the teacher... Please, Harry, we're so worried about you -" Hermione Weeping and talking intermittently.Harry had to agree, but she still didn't let him go, and kept nagging in his ear.Harry looked at Ron and Draco for help, but neither of them seemed to be going to help him. The two sat down at a table. Draco frowned at the oil stains on the table, and Ron Then he asked for a bottle of wine and drank it depressingly.

"I see, Hermione, really, I won't run out again..." Harry reluctantly repeated this sentence for the tenth time, but the girl still stared at him worriedly, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.Harry had to turn his head and called "Draco", who slowly stood up and walked to him.

"Okay, Granger, let him go for now." He said, his voice weak.

Reluctantly, Hermione let go of Harry, and sat down with Ron, wiping her tears.

Draco looked at Harry, wondering if it was because of the dim light in the bar, he looked a little sick, with gray skin and red eyes.He grabbed his collar suddenly, pressed his forehead and whispered bitterly: "I really want to fuck you to death."

Harry was stunned by his extremely gloomy eyes, as if he was trapped in a cage and could not escape.He opened his mouth, and Draco suddenly turned his head and bit his lips, fierce and desperate, with black shadows swaying in the gray red.

The spicy wine and musty smell mixed with the clear aroma, and the golden-gray dust fluctuates in the breath.Ding ding dong dong sounded as the glass collided again, as well as the gurgling of the wine shaking up and down in the bottle.

Draco let go of him, and they gasped slightly.Harry wiped his lips, a trace of blood on the back of his hand.Draco stared at him fixedly, reached out to touch his face, and dropped it again.

"I don't know what he showed you, Harry, but you really don't blame yourself. It wasn't your fault, it was You-Know-Who's fault, and it was him, not you! Listen, Harry, I suffer I deserved the pain I was in, I love you, I need you, it's my fault!"

He almost yelled out the last sentence, which was extraordinarily depressed and painted a layer of cool gray.

He took a breath, as if he had calmed down a little, and said slowly: "I hope I can bear the pain for you. If I can, I really don't want to see you collapse again. We will go through all the pain together Havoc, Harry, we will. Like you wrote on the bulletin board, 'We will always be here'. I want to tell you that what you do is what we do, and what you go for is what we go for , wherever you go, we will go, wherever you fight, we will follow you everywhere."

At some point, Hermione and Ron had already stood beside them, looking at him seriously.Draco lowered his head and pressed his shoulders, his back heaving slightly, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Harry looked at them, his eyes were red and welling with tears.He didn't know what to say, any language was powerless at this moment.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice very hoarse, "I'm sorry, I won't do this kind of thing again... thank you. Really... thank you."

Ron pursed his lips and came up to give him a hug.Then there was Hermione, who also sniffed and hugged him, stepping aside.

It was late at night, and they bought some drinks at the bar, and Draco graciously paid for everything they drank - including the fire beer that Harry drank indiscriminately.The four of them walked towards the door together, and Harry looked back at the barkeeper, his blue eyes were particularly bright in the matted hair.

"Uh, has anyone ever said... your eyes look like Dumbledore's?"

The boss raised his eyebrows.

"Oh, he's my brother."

"You are his brother? ... I never knew about it!"

"There are so many things you don't know." The boss shrugged, "Hurry up and go back to sleep, you've bothered me enough tonight."