[HP] End of Death

12 Grimmauld Place also ushered in its peaceful morning.

The dim light fell on the airtight curtains, illuminating the carved pattern of a celadon vase on the small round table through a gap; the portrait of Mrs. Black on the wall was still sleeping. She rubbed her eyelids and changed her posture Dust danced in the halo, and the house-elf Kreacher silently placed a plate of bread on the dining table, wiping his hands with a scarf.

Hermione was wiping the dirt off Gryffindor's sword when Ron came out of the bathroom.The goblin-made weapon was impervious to dust, but Hermione wiped it carefully.The gesture seemed to calm her down.

They had all showered and changed into brand new wizard robes.Harry still hadn't woken up, but his face looked much rosier than before.Sitting next to him, Draco inspected the wound on his arm, carefully applying another coat of white spirit.

He had magically cleaned Harry's body of dirt and wiped him down with a hot towel.But in order not to affect the healing of the wound, Draco didn't change his clothes for him.

"D... Draco," Ron said, looking at the back of the boy's blond head, "won't you come to Hogwarts with us?"

"You guys go first, bring your sword." Draco turned his head, his fair side face merged with the soft light outside the window, and he could hardly tell the line, "When Harry wakes up, I will go with him."

"Okay, take this." Hermione took out two silver coins from her pocket and stuffed them into him. "Inform us when you come over, and use this one if there is any danger."

Draco took it silently, put it in his pocket, patted it, and nodded.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome, we are comrades in arms." Hermione smiled, sheathed the Gryffindor sword, and a silver light flashed, "Then, let's go first."

The door was gently closed, and the fluffy air was filled with dust.Draco sat quietly in the chair, eyes lowered.He looked at the boy lying on the bed. There was an indistinct layer of stubble on his chin, which would prick the kiss; there was a healing wound next to his right eye, which was when he was rolled on the ground and was thrown into prison. scratched stones.He was still in a deep sleep, Draco didn't know if it was because of excessive consumption or other reasons, he was still in a deep sleep, and he didn't know when he would wake up.

If only it could go on like this, he thought, just let him sleep and wake up until the war was over... He wouldn't have to watch him die, he wouldn't have to go through the pain of separation again, he would hold on tight Don't let go.

Draco stood up, went to the window and drew the curtains, blocking the bright light.He took off his shoes and climbed into bed, laying down beside Harry on his side without throwing off the covers.

"I really love you, Harry." He sighed softly, kissing the ends of his hair.

When Hermione and Ron Apparated in Hogsmeade, they were taken aback by the crowds in the streets.There were Hogwarts students in school uniforms everywhere. Four or five of them stood together, looking up at the castle in the distance from time to time, their faces full of sorrow.

The Three Broomsticks was packed, and Mrs. Rosmerta was busy serving butterbeer to the thronging guests; people still apparated in the bustling streets, mostly parents of some students, and they looked around screaming, crying, looking for his child.

Ron and Hermione walked cautiously through the crowd with their heads down.They had left the invisibility cloaks to Harry and Draco, and they had run out of Polyjuice Potions long ago, so they could only pray that they would not be found.

Bee Dukes was also packed with people.Four or five girls gathered together to share lemon honey cake, and there were a few boys standing by the wall munching on crystal sugar skewers. However, this is too risky.

"If only the Invisibility Cloak was still here," Ron couldn't help but say.

"It doesn't matter if there is no invisibility cloak, we can use illusion." Hermione pulled out her wand, and with a light wave, Ron was surprised to find that they had merged with the surrounding environment.

"Hermione, you didn't tell me you can also disillusion!" He lowered his voice, as they stepped softly across the threshold of the dark cellar, Ron bent down to keep his head from hitting the shaking head. oil lamp.

"Oh, you know now."

As the noisy voices in the castle got closer, they all closed their mouths wisely, but held their hands tightly.As soon as Ron stepped out of the path, he almost ran into the back of a wand-wielding Ravenclaw student, who was fighting a Death Eater, and the two cast a spell that knocked banners and tapestries off the wall Cross-cutting, portraits of people screaming and huddled together, running from one painting to another.

There were flying spells and sand and stones falling from the sky everywhere, and the giants roared, grabbing wizards from the floors and throwing them downstairs.They destroyed the castle, and the passage on the second floor was cut off in the middle - Ron and Hermione were about to pass through there, and when they saw the huge palms that greeted them, they ran back and hid behind the wall, crouching with their heads in their hands Down.

They saw Professor Sprout hurriedly throwing the flower pots for cultivating the devil's net at the group of giants; Sirius opened the door of a classroom to let a group of students who had not yet had time to evacuate run in, and he locked the door behind his back , stunned Avery with a stun spell, but Dolokhov's spell next to him got his hand, piercing a blood hole in his chest.

"No—" Ron yelled, and Hermione covered his mouth with tears in her eyes.

"We can't give it away, Ron, we're here to kill that snake—" she said tremblingly.

"But they're killing! You-Know-Who doesn't know where—he must be watching our show!"

"Listen, Ron, we can't..." She just shook her head, unable to speak, shaking all over.That's when they saw Mrs. Weasley run across the other end of the stairs, calling Ginny's name as a splinter of a collapsing doorpost narrowly missed her.

"Mommy!" he yelled, running towards it, and now Hermione couldn't hold him back, so she had to run behind him.But they didn't take a few steps before they were stopped by a few spells that pierced through the wall. Lupine, Kingsley, Percy and Tonks were fighting not far from them, and each of them faced two eclipses. The Dead Apostles roared and shuttled back and forth, and the colorful beams of magic spells flew and crisscrossed, reflecting in their eyes like fallen stars.

"We—we have to find You-Know-Who quickly, he'll definitely take that snake with him," Ron stood there blankly, Hermione whispered eagerly in his ear, "Don't make any trouble, Ron ..."

"You think I'm making trouble?"

"No, it's not—"

"We can fight too, Hermione, before You-Know-Who appears!" He held her hand, his eyes flushed.

Behind them are the flaming towers, the sky-high black mist, and the broken dome. The gray-blue shadows of the ancient castle walk through the intricate staircases and rooftops, like the dense branches and leaves of whooping willows.But now, these branches and leaves are shaking and collapsing, nameless blood is buried under the ruins, red light, green light, griffins and owls taking off from the sky, the round Quidditch auditorium surrounded by fog and the canvas standing around it The pillars, the giant spiders and horse crowds running out of the Forbidden Forest... everything was reduced to scorched earth in the war, and where sweat and blood were sprinkled, there is always an immortal soul.

"I think we don't need to run elsewhere." Ron said suddenly, his eyes widened, with a look of hatred on his face, "Oh, it's just in time!"

Hermione turned around, and she saw a black mist, and when she looked closely, she recognized Snape.He flew towards them slowly like a big bat, with no expression on his gloomy face.Hermione had a strange feeling that he could see them, that he could see through her disillusionment.

Snape strode up to them.He stopped.

No one spoke for a while, staring at each other without saying a word.The corners of Snape's mouth twisted into a smile, and he said sullenly, "Oh, it doesn't take much effort. Granger, your skills need to be a little more consummate..."

"Don't think we're afraid of you, you old bat!"

"Yelling at me isn't going to make you any better, Weasley," he said coldly. "Very well...very well...well, let's go, then."

Before they could react, he suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed at them, shouting "Quick Bind"—Hermione's "Expelling Weapon" was stuck in his throat—and their hands were crushed. A rope was tied tightly and could not move.Snape grabbed them by the back of the neck and led them away from the castle, heading towards the Forbidden Forest.

The wind whistled in their ears, and the icy morning mist melted like snow at their throats.Ron looked down, and the ants-like crowd was shaking in the burning castle, like a huge wizard's chess set.

He remembered playing what was probably the greatest wizard chess game of his life in his first year.He sacrificed himself and finally let Harry pass the level.There are always people who have to sacrifice, and there are always people who have to pay the price for the final king to win.Back then he had put his hopes on Harry and Dumbledore, back then he thought he'd wake up, and he did.

But now, Dumbledore is dead, Harry is still in a coma, no one will come to rescue them, no one can bring them to see the light of day again.

Suddenly, he felt the rope that tied him loose, and his hands were free again.He looked at Hermione in surprise, only to find that she was holding her wand and making a "shh" gesture to him.

Ron nodded, pointing with his chin at Snape who was holding them, and Hermione shook her head.

Ron didn't quite understand what she meant. If he didn't take this opportunity to kill Snape, would he still wait for him to hand them over to Voldemort?Wait, Voldemort...?He thought of something, looked at her in astonishment, and she nodded slowly.Ron took a breath, and subconsciously grasped the sword pinned to his waist.

At last they began to descend, through the tall and dense pine trees of the Forbidden Forest on the soft ground covered with dead leaves.Ron's neck was hurting from the collar, and a deep red mark had been left on it. With his hands behind his back, holding the sword tightly, he followed Snape as naturally as possible.

He was so nervous that he felt sick, his legs were already a little weak, and he lost any interest in provoking Snape.He thought of his own death—of course they would, Voldemort's wrath would burn them, whether or not he succeeded in slaying the serpent.

No, of course they'll get the job done, of course... there's no doubt about it... but they'll still die.

For the first time, Ron felt that death was so close to him.He hadn't felt this way in any of his previous adventures.Even in the dark Nurmengard, he only felt tense, anxious, and insecure, because the greatest danger was taken by Harry, and he only needed to transmit the signal and disapparate when he encountered danger. .Thinking about it this way, he has never encountered an absolute death situation, and they can always escape.

But this time I'm afraid he is really going to die, he thought, dying quietly in the Forbidden Forest where no one knows.For some reason he breathed a sigh of relief.

Their shoes sizzled on dry leaves and snowdrifts, and a flake fell on Ron's neck, sending him shivering.He thought he heard something, what seemed to be a weird grinding sound, hissing and scalp tingling.

He looked intently, and suddenly saw Voldemort standing by a tree, his snake Nagini circling around him.And he was talking to it with that weird voice.

Hearing their footsteps, the man turned his head.Nagini walked around his right leg, spitting out a snake letter, staring at them with those yellow eyes.

"Severus."

"Master, I brought them here for you." Snape whispered, "Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger you want..."

"No, I don't want them. It's Potter I'm looking for, and I'll kill him myself." Voldemort said coldly, "But it seems that Potter isn't with you, huh? The friend escaped alone...I'm not surprised at all."

"He didn't run off alone," said Ron loudly, startled himself. "He's not going to be hiding here alone while the others are fighting, like you are."

"Oh, it's very interesting, very interesting... People in the Order of the Phoenix all have this kind of shortcoming, they go out for their friends, even if it's useless...Of course, I have to praise you, otherwise I wouldn't have made it so easy for Bo Catch them, don't you?" Voldemort smiled, his smile especially threatening on that face, "Tie them to a tree, Severus. I think Potter will come to me of his own accord."

"Yes, Master." Snape said respectfully, he turned around and grabbed their arms viciously and walked towards the woods on the left. Ron didn't care about his rude behavior, his eyes were fixed on the twisting The viper, with its eyes staring and its tongue sticking out, its colorful patterns under the shadow of the tree are like an oil painting... It's getting closer, getting closer... He seems to be sucked into that painting...

When they were only a few steps away from the snake, Ron suddenly shook off Snape's hand, quickly drew his sword and chopped off Nagini's head with a powerful swing.The cold and smelly snake blood splashed on his face, blinding one of his eyes, Hermione's exclamation and Voldemort's roar were heard in his ears.

His brain was hot and swollen, burning like a boil, and the intense heartbeat made him speechless.He pulled Hermione's hand hard and led her outside, a curse whizzed past his shoulder, bringing out a layer of blood.Ron didn't look back, and a cry of pain stuck in his throat.

However, successive spells made it difficult for them to move forward, and the two had to hide behind the tree.They listened to the sound of approaching footsteps and the crisp sound of tree bark cracking in horror. The black figure flew towards them and approached them almost instantly, which made people's hearts shattered.

Ron and Hermione had to run into the jungle, trudging through the snow.The light reflected from the snow made them dizzy, and the curse that was chasing after them rang like thunder in their ears again.They ran across a layer of rain-covered ice, and Hermione slipped and fell to the ground. Ron hurried to pull her. He looked back, and Voldemort was pointing his wand at them.

"No," he murmured, "no, no."

The ice was so slippery that Hermione struggled several times but couldn't stand still.She was so anxious that she was about to cry, but Ron suddenly knelt down and hugged her, and stuffed the sword into her hand.

"You're more important than me," he said, pushing her hard off the ice.

"No—Ron—!" cried the girl, holding out her hand to him.

She stood up on the grass and was about to run towards him when Ron yelled "Don't come back"!The voice collapsed as if it was forced out of the throat.

At that moment, she couldn't hear anything, no birdsong, no wind blowing leaves, no man's high-pitched curse, she stretched her hand forward, and she saw the green light.

"Come on—"

The fire of death engulfed the forest like a sea.

She knelt down on the ground, supporting her body with the sword.Panting, she looked forward in despair.When she realized what she saw, she suddenly opened her mouth.

Ron thought he was going to die here.He didn't think about anything at that moment, maybe death is so quiet when it comes, he was ready - just a moment of preparation, a moment of detachment.Maybe this moment passed and he would be afraid again.

He closed his eyes.He didn't feel anything, he thought there would be at least a little pain, but no.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again.What caught her eyes was Hermione's astonished expression, her hand was still stretched forward, but the gesture was changed to a pointing.

He unconsciously looked in the direction she was pointing at, and there was a person standing in front of him—greasy hair, black robe, skinny, with outstretched arms, as if protecting something.

After being stunned for a second, he realized that the person he was protecting was himself.

A hand firmly grabbed his wrist and pulled him up to run outside the Forbidden Forest.The vision flickered in front of them, they were already very close to the castle, Hagrid's hut flashed by, the door was wide open, and there was no one in it.

Ron heard the girl's uncontrollable sobs, and he looked back again. The figure finally fell down like a collapsed palace.