[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

"Be careful, the Death Eaters almost caught you!"

"But we escaped, and are far away now," Harry wrote quickly on metal. "Who the hell are you? Dumbledore's?"

Harry stared blankly at the Snitch, waiting for the writing to emerge from the smooth metal surface.Generally speaking, the person who communicated with him mostly appeared at night, such as now, in the quiet midnight.

"I've said it many times, I'm not Dumbledore's!"

A line of words appeared on the surface of the Snitch, and Harry could see that the other party seemed a little annoyed.

He picked up a thin pen tip and wrote on it, "Sorry, I'm just curious."

Harry didn't think it was a big mistake, who would have thought that a golden snitch would appear?What's even more amazing is that there is no need for ink at all. When you are talking to the guy on the opposite side who claims to be Mr. D, you only need to hold something on it to describe the other party and you can see what you are conveying.

Harry was taken aback at first, he even thought the old Headmaster was on the other side.But it didn't take long for him to realize that he was wrong, Dumbledore had already left, he saw it with his own eyes, and was killed by Snape.

Harry felt lost, but at the same time rejoiced - Dumbledore didn't come back to life, but he sent someone to help him.

Mr. D is a very mysterious guy. Harry can't guess who he is at all. The only thing that is certain is that he is a spy who broke into the Death Eaters.

Previously, the other party just sent him some news from time to time.After waiting for a while, they will chat occasionally: some chores in life, favorite food and even bad weather... Besides, their favorite thing to talk about is their common hobby: Quidditch .

Harry was almost sure the other was a boy about his own age.This also made him complain to Headmaster Dumbledore for the first time: he is so young, how could he be sent to do such a dangerous thing?

Harry thought, and started trying to care about Mr. D's situation.

"You ask too much!" The other party always seemed to be ungrateful.But as a lion, Harry can always get entangled again and again.

"Can't you back out? It's too dangerous. Voldemort will find out at any moment."

"I'm not leaving the Death Eaters."

"But Dumbledore—"

"I asked for it myself."

"However, I don't want you to do this. I hope you can live well."

Harry already regarded Mr. D as a friend, a special friend who was different from his college classmates and Ron Hermione.He can tell Mr.D all his troubles and everything, and he tells everything about himself without any scruples.He didn't even tell Ron and Hermione about Mr.D's secret, because Harry thought it was a little secret between him and Mr.D.

That night, Harry made his worries obvious, but he waited for a long time but did not hear back from the other party.What he didn't know was that after he fell asleep unknowingly, a line of words appeared on the golden snitch, "I do for you, Harry."

****

Hermione woke up the sleeping boy as the morning footsteps approached.

"Get up and have something to eat, Harry."

"Okay." Harry responded, rubbing his eyes and stuffing the Snitch into his breast pocket.

They stayed here for a day, discussing their next plans.As the sky darkened they began to pack their bags and remove the spell.Apparating under a gray sky.

Snow covered the whole world, and even Harry's heart seemed to cool down.It really wasn't such a beautiful trip, it was even very sad.

From the statues in the square to the tombstones in the church in Godric's Hollow... Harry couldn't help but choked up and let the tears fall.The thick snow covered the bones of his parents, where they rotted and died.

The sacrifices of James and Lily had bought his life, and he was alive with a beating heart.But at this moment, what he was looking forward to was to be buried in the heavy snow with them.

Harry almost ran away from here.Several out-of-control emotions involved him, which made Hermione extremely worried.

"Come on, let's go," she reassured him, and she distracted him. "We need to find Bathilda quickly."

Perhaps it was the blessing of the goddess of luck, they finally arrived at Bathilda's house smoothly.In a deserted courtyard not far from Harry's house, the old hunchbacked witch lived here for many years.

Her hair was nearly all gone, her eyes were cloudy, and she looked delirious.She also smelled bad, a mixture of dirty clothes and spoiled food.

In that dilapidated, dark and dank room, Harry found a photo—a handsome blond-haired boy, the same thief who sat on Gregorovich's window sill with a happy expression.

"Do you know who he is?" Harry asked, desperate for an answer.He subconsciously felt that this person was a very important clue—this young man who held arms with Dumbledore in Rita Kiester's "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" would undoubtedly be a key.

But no matter what he or Hermione asked, Bathilda stared at them with her blank eyes.

They were a little anxious, but Bathilda was always vague.Finally, after repeated questioning, Harry understood what she meant: she wanted Harry to go upstairs with him, alone.

"Perhaps she wishes to give me Dumbledore's sword," said Harry.Hermione agreed, and Harry followed the trembling Bathilda up the stairs.

The corridor is very narrow and very dark.Without any light, they came to the dark room.

Harry's scar started to hurt, and that's when he realized something was wrong.It was a very scary scene: the old Bathilda collapsed on the ground, a huge snake head appeared at her neck, and got out from there.

The snake snaked its way, hissing and spitting out terrifyingly.

Harry staggered back, and just as the wand in his hand was raised, he was overturned by a black shadow, and the snake's tail hit him, throwing him into a corner full of dirty clothes behind him.

Harry rolled violently to the side, narrowly avoiding the snake's tail that swept over again.He was aching all over and could barely breathe.When the glass around her fell to the ground like rain, Hermione called from downstairs, "Harry?"

He couldn't respond because Nagini bit his shoulder.

The cold and slippery snake wrapped itself around his body, Harry tried to call for help but couldn't make any sound.The snake's venom invaded his body through the wound in his shoulder, blocking all his nerve reflexes with every breath, every pulse.

He tried to struggle, but to no avail.The snake was getting tighter and tighter on his body, and even the air in his lungs was about to be squeezed out.He felt that something was moving away from him, his mind was filled with cold white light, all consciousness was annihilated, and he could no longer feel the slightest hope...

Something was squeezed into his chest, like it was being reflected deep into his heart.Warm, stable, with a longing caress...Harry felt that he was about to fly, he had never been so happy, he had never been so ecstatic... Feeling like a mother's embrace in the dying bell like warmth...

"mum..."

"What nonsense, Potter," someone sneered in his ear.The golden light flickered in front of his eyes, and Harry tried to wave the thing away unhappily because it dazzled his eyes.

"That's so rude, Scarhead," Draco said, annoyed and helpless as he ripped someone's hand from his hair.But Harry didn't obey, he suddenly became interested in that shiny thing.

"Where's my Snitch?" he asked muttering, successfully pulling out a few hairs amid hiss.

"I really want to beat you!" Draco said through gritted teeth, he stuffed Potter's restless hands into the quilt, and warned viciously, "If you try to pull out my hair again, I'll confiscate the Snitch!"

"you can not--!"

"I can."

"No!" Harry protested loudly, with a whimper in his voice, "You can't take Mr.D away."

"Really?" Draco raised his eyebrows, dragging his tone slowly, "Is he important?"

Harry didn't answer, just flashed him a goofy smile.The antidote was working, making his brain a mess, his emerald green eyes fixed on Draco, "Can't tell you," he said, "Mr.D is a secret of mine."

Draco laughed, shaking his head.Unable to bear the temptation, he placed a kiss on the forehead of the boy who was gradually falling asleep, "Sweet dream, Harry."

he whispered, standing up.After looking at the other party's peaceful sleeping face with nostalgia, he walked out of the tent.

The gentle smile returned to a cold expression.

"Give him this after he wakes up."

Hermione took the potion and looked at the person in front of her curiously.An ordinary middle-aged man's face, with blond hair and blue eyes, and his facial features looked ordinary.

"who are you?"

Hermione couldn't help being curious about a man who had saved them in a critical moment.

But the man refused to reveal his identity, "You don't need to know." He said, and disappeared like a phantom in the silent night.

The ginger-haired girl was still bitter about it, and the next day he pressed Harry, "Who's that guy?"

Harry shook his head, "Maybe it's from the Order of the Phoenix." He said, stroking his chest with his hand, and he could feel the hardness of the metal through a layer of fabric.

After Hermione turned around, he stuck out his tongue at her back, and smiled quietly, it was a little secret in his heart.

The author has something to say:

What the hell, the more you write, the sweeter it is, what is it, what is it! ! ! !

Stupid author Carvin Carvin Carvin QAQ

I really want to cry, dears, the third part is stuck ==

In other words, labor and management will not write dementors in the third part, but will write new content. . . . .

In fact, the stupid author is thinking, how wonderful it would be if I wrote the ending~~~

A distant ending. . . . . . .

To Hogwarts!