HP a fictional story

The spring of [-] was doomed to turmoil. The destruction of the Horcruxes caused the Death Eaters to panic. The control of Hogwarts was unprecedentedly strict. Students had gradually gathered in the Room of Requirement. prelude.

Claire had read about many wars in the family history, the First World War as a teenager, just as Alan Green was going through the Second World War at this time.After Snape escaped from the window, Hogwarts was liberated. People from the Order of the Phoenix moved in here. The children in the lower grades were taken home, and those in the upper grades voluntarily stayed to join the war. When Alan stayed behind, Claire still felt uncontrollably flustered.

She didn't learn divination very well, but she felt that he was going to be swallowed up by this war.

Claire's excellent Defense Against the Dark Arts made her one of the backbone of Hogwarts' defense. Alan Green, as her best student, was placed close to the castle as the last layer of defense.

On the first day, she was fighting on the front line, her heart was in a state of turmoil amidst the intense entanglement of light beams, and when there was a temporary truce, she rushed back to the castle, saw that he was safe and sound, and couldn't help but thank Merlin for that.He didn't look like a soldier to her, just like her student, wearing a school robe that was dirty from fighting, with disheveled brown hair, he looked older than his actual age, in fact, he had just passed his 17 years old Birthday.There are also those children who are younger than him, because of their blood and affection, they have to stay and fight, and then sleep forever in the ruins of Hogwarts, which makes Claire feel extremely sad.

The next day, during the short interval between the two battles, Claire looked at Alan who was running around to help Madam Pomfrey rescue the wounded, and couldn't help but think of the boy who made trouble in his class two years ago and only wanted to be detained , Every time I come to her office, I have to wear the "witch's favorite" perfume. Seeing her walking side by side with other people will feel sad.She didn't know if she really only had a pure love for Alan Green as a student, but in such a turbulent period, it is too extravagant to talk about love, and love requires eternity. Maybe the next second she admitted loving him, Alan Green would be blown to pieces right in front of her eyes, and where could her love be?

However, if we die together tomorrow, it would be a good ending, Alan.

On the third day, Voldemort's voice resounded over Hogwarts. He gave the resisters a peaceful night, allowing people to pack up the corpses and treat the wounded. People who had been tired for many days finally had a breather.Alan Green found Claire who was also exhausted in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office. At that time, he and she were both in ragged clothes, with the dust of war, and a faint fragrance floated in the air of the office, just like she saw a long time ago. The peaceful days when he sits at his desk and writes.Alan's eye sockets became slightly hot. He was injured, but it was not serious. It had already been dealt with. Claire was better and was not injured. She looked at him and showed a faint smile.

"You are very brave, Mr. Green," said Claire.

"I'm Gryffindor." Alan stood in front of her with a wry smile: "I just miss my parents very much. They must be very worried about me in London."

"If that's the case, why stay and fight?" Claire shook her head and sighed, "It's not a wise idea."

"Yeah, I'm so stupid, Professor, but it's too late to say that now." Alan said softly, "Is that why you can't be with me?"

"You're not stupid, Alan." Claire ignored the second half of his sentence: "It's too late to go home now."

"It's too late, Professor." Alan shook his head: "The Death Eaters have blocked this place."

"I will escort you away."

"I'm a Gryffindor, I'm not a deserter." Alan leaned forward: "What's more, Professor, it's too late for me not to love you."

Claire didn't back down.She stared at the boy in front of her, raised her hand, and gently stroked his hair: "You have to know that we are 11 years apart, Alan."

"I regard you as a student rather than someone else, and sometimes there are too few human emotions left, and you must use them sparingly, so you can't respond to another person's emotions, and there is no possibility of shocking the world."

"But if everyone is going to die tomorrow, why should we live depressedly on the eve of our death, Professor?" Alan stretched out his arms to hug her, feeling that the body under her robe was extremely warm and soft, and did not become stiff because of it: "Claire."

She pulled out her arms and wrapped them around his neck: "Probably because I think we might still be alive."

Claire thought she was probably crazy.

The accumulated emotions were finally ignited at this moment, and she responded enthusiastically to Alan's gentle and clumsy movements, as if tomorrow would be the end of her life.She would never embrace another human being, or anyone in the world, with such love again.Claire Black's life was at its culmination at the age of 28. She occasionally thought that maybe they would all survive, but the result didn't matter anymore. Regardless of life or death, she had no regrets.

At dawn on the fourth day, they stood side by side, ready for the final battle.

She didn't learn divination very well, and only half of her predictions were correct.

Claire saw the final showdown where Harry Potter killed Voldemort and Alan Green died from Alecto's Cruciatus Curse.Although Alecto was tortured to death by Claire's crazy spell in the end, those clear blue eyes never opened again.

On Christmas Eve in [-], white snowflakes slowly fell from the orange-red night sky outside the window.

The dancing flames in the fireplace endowed the night with a certain warmth, as if breathing life out of the dead past.

"I didn't remember it until Neville showed me Gryffindor's yearbook yesterday." Tears flowed down Sprout's cheeks: "I remember that kid."

"I remember it too," Clare said. "I'll never forget it."

"Claire, where have you been for the past 12 years?"

"I took care of his parents in London until they died," Claire said. "When they heard of Alan's death, they became seriously ill and have been in poor health ever since."

"We can't always avoid talking about death, Claire." Sprout looked at her lovingly: "Now he rests in the dirt, but not in your heart, which prevents you from accepting a new life. "

"I know, principal. People always say a lot of truths, but often they can't even convince themselves. New things can never replace those lost, because the scars are still there." Claire turned her head and stared at the firelight: "Human Emotions are limited, and after the last sun has fallen, I have nothing left to love."

"Just let me spend the rest of my life at Hogwarts."