[HP] End of Death

forbidden forest.There is silence all around, only the slight sound of birds chirping and falling snow.Voldemort stood in the middle of an open space, and a circle of Death Eaters knelt around him, their heads bowed, and no one dared to speak.He looked in the direction of the castle expressionlessly, without saying a word.

"Half an hour has passed, Master." Bellatrix, who was sitting closest to him, reminded softly.

"I thought he would come." Voldemort said after a moment of silence, "It seems I was wrong."

Draco hid behind a tree with Disillusionment, watching the group of Death Eaters.He saw his parents in it, and also saw his former classmate Theodore Knott.Not long after he finished taking the compound potion mixed with Harry's hair, he heard Voldemort's words resounding throughout the campus, and he gave Harry Potter to come to the Forbidden Forest to duel him within half an hour-if he didn't want to make another More people died then.

Yes, if it is that person, he will definitely come.There's no way he won't come.That's how he knows, that's why he's so purposeful, and always knows what he's doing.

He does all these things so naturally, as if he's fooling around forever... But it's not wrong, he's messing around, he left him there of his own volition, he came here on his own accord... So what did he do What do you want to do?What exactly does he want to do, to imitate the great savior and save the common people instead of him?Draco knew he was far from being so noble.He's selfish and mean, childish and crazy, and he's also a lunatic after all—a lunatic who thinks he's calm, and look at the shit he's been up to.

—I will hate you forever!Did you hear me, forever!

Draco laughed softly, his eyes reddening.He slowly walked out from behind the tree and walked towards the black circle.

Hate me, Harry Potter, hate me forever!Never forgive me, never forgive this bastard who failed you, he's not worth your trust, or your love, or your crying over him.

But the last thing he wants to see is your death.

He stood still in front of Voldemort, and slowly dispelled his illusion.

"No, you're not wrong!" Draco yelled in the loudest and firmest voice he could.

All the Death Eaters turned to stare at him, and the crowd erupted in cheers and screams.Voldemort looked at him with a half-smile, and raised his wand towards him.Draco raised his wand too.

He knows some black magic and has used the Unforgivable Curses, but he has never tried Avada Kedavra.Can he succeed?Can his spell defeat Voldemort?Or will it be easily dodged?he does not know.

But success or failure, he should give it a try.It was the only chance he could get for Harry.Even if he dies and fails, Harry can have a moment's head start - if it keeps him alive, then his death counts.

Draco watched Voldemort intently, watching his lips, noticing every quiver.The moment he moved his lips, his incantation also blurted out: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light was shining, engulfing the forest once again, burning and dancing, the sound of death was unknown.

Draco's eyes were lit by the approaching green fire.Everything around him seemed to slow down, and the sound disappeared, whether it was the death eater's breathing or his own heartbeat, it seemed to be erased.

His consciousness was a little dazed, and he felt that this scene seemed familiar—a long time ago, maybe a year, or two years?He had also been surrounded by such a bright green light, which penetrated his soul and shattered it completely.He died, and time was reduced to a void.

"...I'm sorry, Draco," a distant and indistinct voice echoed in his head, the sound waves collided with the skull and were scattered into particles, "...it's my fault, I owe you this .”

He heard the distant holy voice, heard the singing of the wandering souls floating back and forth, they sang, I have walked so many paths, I have been wandering in mistakes; I condensed, exploded, collapsed, fell silent, and fell into the vast universe... But I do not regret.Then there was a burst of intermittent crying, like a lonely ghost.

He suddenly realized that it was himself.It is he himself who is singing, it is he who is crying; he himself has died again and again;

His eyes hurt, and more fragmentary images appeared in front of his eyes... He saw him holding a boy's hand and running in a dark room, the clock was ticking slowly... They were in a room with countless brain containers Kissing inside, blue dust flying around his lips...a man's strange and weird smile...a green light, a sound of glass breaking, and another green light...

He heard the broken voice of his own soul, and the boy's whisper... He wanted to say that you really didn't owe me, you didn't do anything wrong, don't apologize, really, really...

Then there was a blinding white light, a cold force wrapped his shattered soul, his chest suddenly became extremely hot, something was growing, something was resurrected, and something was quietly destroying...

It turned out that he had already died once, he thought in a daze, could the soul that died once be destroyed again?Will the power that has escaped death be threatened by death again... What makes him stand here other than the madness of his head, the regression of time and space, and the self that was once annihilated?

what else……?

The green light finally engulfed him, like another self falling in the darkness.

Draco's eyes dimmed, and he didn't know anything.

When Harry woke up, he felt a pain in his cheekbone and a dull pain in his hip bone.He slowly got up from the ground, the silky invisibility cloak slipped off his body, he quickly picked it up, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket.

what happened……?Why are you lying on the ground?He was still wearing an invisibility cloak... Harry thought as he walked downstairs, the living room was empty, all the furniture was placed as usual, and there was no one there.

His body swayed, and he stopped suddenly.He remembered.He was locked in the room by Draco, and then he left the room...the last thing he saw was a red light.He knocked him out.

This man is crazy... crazy!Totally crazy!Doesn't he know what time it is, Ron and Hermione are under threat - no, maybe the whole of Hogwarts...!But why did Snape die?

Harry called Draco's name a few times in the living room, but didn't hear a response, so he didn't bother.Since he would have thrown him here, it would prove that he should have gone to Hogwarts.Maybe he had gone to help them, if so why didn't he call him?If he had to knock him out, did he think he had a better chance of winning alone?

Harry didn't think too much, and after putting on the Invisibility Cloak, he Apparated to Hogsmeade.Unexpectedly, Hogsmeade was crowded with all kinds of people, mostly Hogwarts students and their parents, as well as some strangely dressed wizards who came from nowhere, They hugged each other with sad faces, some wiping tears with handkerchiefs, others cursing angrily.

Harry walked cautiously between them.He vaguely heard his name mentioned in their discussion, but it was difficult to hear the specific content.

He walked through Honeydukes' cellar and stepped into Hogwarts.He came to the corridor on the third floor and walked down the escalator.Harry met almost no one along the way, and his doubts were not answered, and his heart became even more puzzled.

Hogwarts has been reduced to ruins.Collapsed stone pillars and broken half of the walls are everywhere, the scorched curtains are covered with dirty footprints on the ground, the trees are crumbling and fragmented, and fires are burning everywhere, and there is a suffocating mournful atmosphere in the air.

He saw the wounded wizards healing in the corner, lying on white cloths, Madam Pomfrey applying potion to their wounds, and Ginny helping her.

There were still some corpses wrapped in cloth in the corner, and Harry didn't dare to look at the faces of those covered in white cloth.His heart was full of extreme fear, he was afraid that he would see familiar faces one after another, it would be unbearable for him.

But anyway, Harry knew he was late.The war was over, Hogwarts had been destroyed, he came too late to do anything.

But where were his friends?Ron, Hermione, Draco... where are they all?And Voldemort, had he already been killed?Or did he take it and that's why they looked so sad?

Harry walked across the Great Hall into the vestibule.There were more people gathered in the front hall, many wizards were sitting on the ground and talking, the doorpost was crowded with people, and Harry saw a few familiar faces among them - Neville, Hannah, Ernie , Neville and Ernie were comforting a weeping Hannah, her shoulders shrugged and she could barely contain her emotions.

"Yes, I'm sorry...to trouble you," she sighed, wiping her tears, but the tears kept falling, "but I, I'm so sad, Harry is dead, and the mysterious man is in power ……what should we do?"

Harry froze in place for a moment.

he died?He is still standing here, why would she say that?

He moved slightly behind them, squatted down, and carefully discerned their conversation, refusing to let go of any detail.

"...I really can't believe why he is going to die in the Forbidden Forest... Everyone knows that he is going to die! It's much better to hide than die..."

"Yeah, indeed...I'd rather he hide...You-Know-Who also showed everyone his dead body and said those insulting things...Harry obviously did it for us—he didn't die while escaping, who Will believe it!"

"Harry he won't run away. He won't. He won't hide either." Neville said suddenly, his round face flushed, "because he's Harry."

"But……"

Harry couldn't listen to the conversation after them anymore, those few words kept echoing in his mind, and his headache was splitting.

Someone pretended to be him, went to the Forbidden Forest to meet Voldemort, and was killed by him.That man took his place.He replaced him.

who is it?Could it be...who?Harry covered his head, thinking of the gentle and silent face he saw when he woke up, the focused eyes, the red light that finally disappeared.

It all felt like a farewell.

He couldn't see anything for a moment.Everything is eclipsed, like a black and white silent film with a broken tape.The emotions in his heart were too complicated and difficult to read, and his brain gave up thinking, leaving him immersed in a blank.

he died.

Draco Malfoy is dead.

He died in his place... But, why would he do that? !How could he—how could he decide for himself? !Who made him think that he could do all this for himself, die for him, and let him bear this result alone?

At that moment, Harry even thought that Draco was taking revenge on him, taking revenge on his repeated adventures, and revenge on him for not listening to him, and he wanted to let him taste what it was like to lose what he loved.

If so, then he has won.

But Harry knew he wasn't.He doesn't think so.

He just didn't want him to die, he was escaping, he didn't want to bear the result, he was afraid.Harry wanted to laugh a little, he wanted to laugh at how Draco could be so selfish, so stupid, thinking he'd saved his life, but nothing had changed.He thought that this was the help to him, that it would allow him to survive. Did he want him to thank him, thank him for being merciful and replace him as a victim?

He hates him.He won't forgive him, he's really cruel...and heartless.

Harry moved closer and asked in a low voice behind them, "Where is Harry's body now?"

"At the mysterious man's place." Ernie replied subconsciously.

"So where is the mysterious man?"

"The mysterious man is in the Forbidden Forest..." the boy turned his head to see who was asking the question, but found that there was no one there.

That's weird, Ernie scratched the back of his head.

Harry was walking alone on the road to the Forbidden Forest.People coming and going passed by, and he moved forward against the current, looking ahead.The wind lifted a corner of the Invisibility Cloak, and he pulled it across, wrapping it tighter.

Harry took a breath of the cold air, and his mouth was filled with various mixed tastes, just like his own mood, mixed flavors.

He wondered if Draco was the same person walking towards the empty Forbidden Forest?Did he also embark on the journey with death as his own, wearing his skin, carrying his mission to the appointment of God of Death, and then being killed by him?He may have walked the same path as him, thought about death, return and love, and thought about what will be the end of death.

They have gone through life and death, tasted both evil and good, and finally come to the same goal by different routes.

Harry's foot hit the damp grass of the Forbidden Forest.The sun hung high above the head, the snow began to melt, and the wind was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees and the strong smell of blood.It should have been an ordinary morning, he thought, but it couldn't be ordinary.

He saw Death Eaters in black robes forming a circle not far away, shouting loudly, and in the middle of them was a black coffin, in which lay a dead boy.

Black hair, a lightning scar on his forehead, and glasses.Savior Harry Potter.Unfortunately it is fake.

"Later, carry this coffin into the hall for everyone to see... It is foolish for some people not to believe that their savior is dead." Voldemort said triumphantly, "Of course, a few people must be The guards prevent them from destroying the coffin, which must be preserved as a spoil of war..."

The Death Eaters laughed harshly.Harry closed his eyes, walked silently behind Voldemort, and said in a voice just enough for them to hear:

"Who do you say is the trophy?"

The man froze and quickly turned around, only to find that there was no one in front of him.Harry pulled off the cloak of invisibility.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence for an instant.

Voldemort stared at Harry with those red eyes, as if he wanted to kill him directly with his eyes.Harry looked at him fearlessly, never before had he been sober, nor had he known so clearly what to do.

One of them had to die.Only one of the two of them can remain.

They need a death magic, and one is enough.

He watched the man, saw him raise his wand and point it straight at the tip of his nose.

"Whoever you are, it would be extremely stupid to pretend to be Potter." His voice was grim.

"Who am I, you'll find out soon, Riddle," Harry said quietly.

"You...? You actually...?"

"Yes, I know the name you tried to hide... You tried to avoid the past, but it was always there, and it continued to affect you until you died."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and whispered, "You're wrong. I won't die."

"No, you will. All your Horcruxes have been destroyed," said Harry. "There is nothing between us now, nothing. No Horcruxes, no one else, and we can have a good time." Calculating an account..."

Voldemort stared at him coldly, he seemed not interested in talking nonsense with him anymore, and shouted loudly: "Avada Kedavra!"

Harry squeezed his eyes shut.

He was running, running forward, running fast, he had been running, running in the darkness of consciousness, he had approached another soul connected to him, he had pulled him over, squeezed into the world of his consciousness—

"No, Potter! Get out!"

The green light flickered before his eyes, and it seemed to slow down in the high speed of his brain. Harry was pushed back, and he saw the approaching light with his own eyes again.

As soon as the picture turned, he became taller again, looking at the boy opposite with his slender red eyes; Voldemort pushed him back again, as if falling from a high altitude... The picture in front of him changed wildly, he was Harry for a while, and Voldemort for a while; Sometimes he is tall, sometimes short; his eyes change between green and red, and the frequency is as fast as madness...

No, no, no... who is he?Who is he... Who the hell is he?

The green fire was getting closer and closer, it burned the tip of his nose, reflected in his pupils, and diffused into his mouth, Harry used all his willpower to push Voldemort away and squeeze into his body , he watched the boiling fire hit the boy hard.

He took a few steps back and fell heavily to the ground, motionless.

The surroundings were silent for a few seconds, and then sharp cheers and shouts sounded in an instant, almost shattering his eardrums.The Death Eaters rejoiced at their master's victory, and several birds flew off the branches.Harry frowned, realizing that he was still inside Voldemort's body, and he took a step forward, crouching down to touch the boy on the ground.

He is dead.

After realizing this, Harry's brain suddenly ached, and his eyes fell into darkness.

Dark, lonely, endless... He saw himself standing in the empty darkness, a light fell from the top of his head, he raised his head and looked up, and there was a vague call from a distant height:

"Go back! . . . go back, Harry!"

He felt a tingling pain in his heart, and a familiar force led him to another dark place... followed by shuttle-like swishing, train leaping, sharp wailing and shouting, gradually Walking away, disappearing from time to time...

He became extremely heavy and light again.He couldn't feel anything anymore.

The author has something to say:

The full text of "The End of Death" is over, and I will write some post-war extras next.

Let me briefly talk about my impressions... This article is a rare article that is written fairly smoothly, and the plot structure should not unfold smoothly... I was very happy during the writing process, and because of this, I fell in love with Germany even more deeply. Ha, the two of them are complementary and destined to exist in my heart.This story is coming to an end, but the story between them has not stopped yet.

I have been writing for four months one after another, exactly four months. In the past few days, I have been writing more than 1 words a day for the liver ending, and I have finally fulfilled my wish.

From the beginning to the end, the readers have also changed batches. I will read every comment, but many times I don’t know how to reply and I don’t reply_(:з」∠)_ Anyway, thank you for your company all the time!

As for customization, I don’t know if anyone wants it... I haven’t done it before and I don’t know how to do it_(:з」∠)_

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