I'm playing a big knife at HP

"Martha...I'm sorry," Bill said.Fleur looked at Marciana with tears streaming down her face, "Moody is dead."

"It's impossible." Marciana said firmly. "Alastor is the best Auror. He has survived hundreds of battles and a situation that is a hundred times more dangerous than today. He will not die."

"We saw it. We had just broken through the encirclement when it happened. Mad-Eye and Dungar were right next to us, also flying north. Voldemort - he could fly - went right after them. Dungar scared Bad, I heard him yelling, Mad-Eye wanted him to shut up, but he Apparated. Voldemort's spell hit Mad-Eye squarely in the face, and Mad-Eye shot back. fell, fell off the broom—we watched, helpless, with six or seven people chasing us—”

"Not necessarily, not necessarily..." Marciana closed her eyes, "What kind of spell hit him...?"

"Avada Kedavra."

Marciana opened her eyes, but the last light in her eyes went out.

Harry could hardly bear to look directly at her face: she looked so pale and hopeless, as if all power had been pulled from her.Harry even thought for a moment that she was going to collapse on the floor, or cry like Molly and Tonks, but she neither fell nor cried.Marciana just nodded in a trance: "So that's the case... I see."

She turned and walked to the living room.However, her eyes were out of focus, and she slammed into the door frame, clumsily holding onto the wall to stand still.

The situation was a little funny, but no one laughed.

Marciana returned to George's side as if sleepwalking, knelt down and raised her wand.

"What are you doing, Martha?" Molly said worriedly.

"I'm not done yet." The tip of Marciana's wand glowed white.

Fred stopped her: "I don't think this is a good time."

"There is still black magic on his wound, and it cannot be eradicated if we wait any longer." Marciana murmured, "There are still people who need me...I still have work to do, I must finish...it must be done. "

Harry felt that the sight of Marciana in front of him frightened him a little.He would rather she cried like Tonks did, or even rushed to scold him, even beat him, it was better than what she is doing now.

Hermione couldn't bear to look any further, turned her head away, and buried her face in Ron's shoulder, tears soaked Ron's clothes quickly.

With a heroic expression on his face, George said, "Come on then."

Everyone gathered in a circle, silently watching Marciana recite the counter-curse like singing.George's eyes were closed, Fred looked paler than his brother, and Molly squeezed her husband's hand tightly, looking like she was trying to resist the urge to pull Marciana away.

After an unknown time, Marciana put down her wand.

"Okay. Then just use ordinary healing spells and potions to grow ears. Do you know how to do it, Molly?"

Molly nodded repeatedly.She seemed to be happy for her son's recovery, but also sad because of Moody's death, and her expression was very strange.

Marciana lowered her eyes and didn't look at anyone.She stood up and dusted off her robe, walked straight to Bill and Fleur, and used her magic wand to conjure up a topographical map of the Little Whinging area: "You said it happened a little north of the encirclement. Show me where it is." look."

Bill and Fleur recalled it carefully, and pointed out a point on the map.

"Thank you very much." Marciana waved her wand, and the map disappeared.

She turned around to look at everyone, and everyone looked at her silently and worriedly.

"The date of our action has been leaked. But I can tell everyone that the contract has not been touched. The only possibility is that the plan was leaked before signing the contract, that is to say..." She paused, "We fell for it from the very beginning. gone."

"Mundungus Fletcher!" Sirius said through gritted teeth.

Marciana clenched her fists, as if accumulating the remaining sanity in her body.She looked at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were staring at her in front of her, examining their faces carefully.Harry suddenly had an intuition that Marciana was drawing strength from them, holding herself up from collapsing.

"The people here are all comrades-in-arms whom I can entrust my life to. We have just passed the test of life and death tonight. We should not be suspicious of each other." She said softly, but every word was very clear, "I will find Montunger S Fletcher, I'll find out the truth tonight. Despite the dangers... and the sacrifices we've been through, betrayed, ambushed, faced with Voldemort and an enemy twice as many as us, none of this It can prevent us from being successful." She raised her eyes to Harry, "We got Harry out safely, that's the most important thing."

Harry said suddenly, "I have to go."

Molly said in astonishment: "Don't be stupid, Harry, what are you talking about?"

"I can't stay here. I'm here and you're all in danger. I don't want to—"

He stopped suddenly because Marciana looked at him.She said very softly: "You stay here, Harry. Don't say that Tom Riddle doesn't know where you are, and even if he does, as long as the secrecy spell is on, he will spend his whole life in Grimmauld Place. Can't get in."

"That Secret Keeper's life is in danger!" Harry said excitedly, "Dumbledore was the last Secret Keeper, and he's dead!"

"The Secret Keeper is perfect." Marciana said quietly, "Harry, my father, died to transfer you to this location, don't let him die in vain."

Harry's lips trembled, and he fell silent for a moment.

"Harry's safety is up to you, Sirius."

After finishing speaking, Marciana inserted|inserted the wand into the sleeve, turned and walked outside.

"I'm coming with you!" Tonks yelled after her.

"No! Dora!" Lupine stopped her and whispered, "...don't go, Mad-Eye fell from such a height...you can't stand it. I'll go for you, I'll go for you..."

Bill realized that Marciana was going to find Moody's body, and stood up too: "Count me in! I'll show you the way."

"I don't need you, he is my father, I will go alone." Marciana said softly.

"Death Eaters are going to clean up the field, and there's a good chance you'll meet them. You can't go alone," Sirius said.

"Really? I think I can." Marciana's voice carried a cold bloody smell.

"Martha, Mad-Eye is not just your elder." Lupine said calmly.

Marciana stopped, looked back at Tonks, whose eyes were red from crying, and Lupine who was holding her hands, and finally nodded: "Hurry up, we have to find him before the Death Eaters .”

After finishing speaking, she walked out without looking back, Lupine and Bill hurriedly followed, and the three of them disapparated as soon as they stepped out of the gate.

Harry couldn't sleep.

He knew it was late, he was very tired and dizzy, but he couldn't sleep peacefully.Moody's death and the vision he'd seen before, Voldemort torturing Ollivander, alternated in his mind, making his forehead feel like it was burning.He pushed back the quilt on his body, and left the room gently, intending to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink, and maybe eat something—carbs might make him sleepy.

He touched outside the kitchen lightly, only to find that the light in the kitchen was on and someone was talking inside.He quietly hid outside the door, and heard Sirius' voice asking, "...Did you find it?"

"...found it, almost got beat by the Death Eaters, and Yaxley was going to get Moody's eye when we got there." Lupine's voice said, "Marciana solved it He—let's say Yaxley must have regretted his momentary greed."

"Mad-Eye..." Sirius hesitated.

"Surprisingly enough—Mad-Eye's body was barely damaged, as if some power had protected him." Bill whispered, "It's almost like a miracle."

"That's good, otherwise Marciana will feel even worse." Sirius sighed, "Why don't you bring Moody back here?"

"She won't say what it's like to take a dead body into someone else's house. She's taken Moody back to his house and is already making arrangements for the funeral," said Lupine's voice.

"You know I don't care about such things." Sirius said sadly.

"My dear brother, I know," said Lupine.Then came the clink of glasses, and Lupine said softly, "To Mad-Eye."

"To Mad-Eye," said Sirius and Bill.

"He was a true fighter and he would have walked away this way - a heroic sacrifice in the face of You-Know-Who. A worthy end."

"Well said." "To a true hero." Sirius and Bill echoed.

"How's Martha?" Sirius asked, "I just noticed she's back."

"Still the same, won't talk, won't cry," said Lupine vexedly. "I'm a little worried about her. Do you remember, at her family's funeral, she wouldn't cry. Same at funerals with Lily and James. No one would deny that she was sad, but she always..."

Harry couldn't take it anymore, and he walked back upstairs again, his head was in a mess.He remembered what Marciana said, my father died for your safe transfer.Harry was tempted to argue that he didn't want to, that he didn't want Moody to die for him, but he couldn't argue with that - the truth was, Moody had died protecting him.Marciana's biological father was long dead, and now Moody was dead too.

How many people have to suffer the pain of bereavement twice?Harry tried to picture Sirius dying - it was so painful he couldn't even imagine it in his head.

In his daze, Harry heard a broken sound.There was an incomprehensible pain in this voice, so that it didn't sound like a human voice, but rather like the whine of some kind of beast being hurt.In the darkness, such a strange situation made Harry shiver and wake up.He suddenly found that he was not on the second floor where his room was, but on the third floor where Marciana temporarily lived.Unknowingly, he wandered outside Marciana's room.

A strange force controlled Harry's walk to her room - the door didn't close tightly.Harry looked in through the crack of the door and saw a huge, oddly shaped black figure on the floor of the room in the dim light.Harry looked and looked carefully, only to find that there were three people next to each other: Marciana was kneeling on the ground, and Molly Weasley held her upper body in her arms and patted it gently, using her own Her body supported her, while Nymphadora Tonks hugged Marciana from behind, as if trying to warm the curled black-haired witch with her chest.

Harry finally understood that the strange sound he had heard was nothing else—it was Marciana LaRosa crying.

Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Severus Snape finally Apparated back to Spider's End.

The Dark Lord let Potter slip through his fingers today, and when he got back he lost his temper and tormented many people.Almost all the Death Eaters present got Cruciatus, but he only got one or two because of the accurate information.He wondered what was going on with Marciana: she must be very upset.Snape was well aware of Marciana's feelings for Moody, and even more that Moody was the only one left in the world she called "family" and that family meant more to her than anything - even more than hatred .He thought of the tears in her blue eyes when she mentioned her parents and siblings.

Snape sighed overwhelmed, and buried his face in his hands.

He watched as the Dark Lord's Death Curse struck Alastor Moody, and the old Auror fell backward with wide-eyed eyes.He didn't have time to do anything, the only thing he could do was cast a protective spell over Moody's corpse while no one was looking.

This upright, fearless old Auror is an out-and-out tough guy. Even if he wasn't Marciana's adoptive father, Snape respected him a little, and he didn't want his body to be ruined after death. the point.What's more, he is Marciana's father, a person who is extremely precious to her, and should not die without dignity.

At this moment she must be wondering who betrayed them and what caused her father's death.She will find out.

At several moments in his life, Severus Snape felt a lot like Sisyphus, the mortal man who was punished by the gods for pushing a boulder up a hill over and over again in the underworld.Tonight was one of those moments.

From childhood to adulthood, Snape knew that all happiness would not last long; all that he cherished would be lost.When he was very young, his family was actually considered happy.The parents love each other. Although the father's salary is a bit meager, he can support the family. It's not that he hasn't loved his clever and precocious only son.This happiness lasted six years, ending with a Great Depression.After he met Lily at the age of nine, he also lived happily for three or four years.Although Lily, as a daughter brought up in a middle-class family, always could not understand his extreme and deceitful behavior, and often quarreled with him, her stumbling but still stubborn friendship was precious to him when he was young.The joy stops at the differences between the two that are becoming more and more difficult to bridge.Now he had Marciana for only seven months and six days.He knew all hope was lost the moment he saw Moody fall off the broom.Didn't he know that today's farce was written by Dumbledore, and he, Severus Snape, directed and acted himself, in order to stabilize his position in the eyes of the Dark Lord.He put her and the people she cared for at risk, resulting in the death of the last of her family.

How could such a thing be forgiven.

Of all the members, Alastor Moody was dead.

He wondered if Sisyphus felt as absurd and funny as he did now, when he was sweating profusely and watched himself push the huge boulder up to the top of the mountain and rolled down the hillside with all his strength.Sisyphus pushed the punishment of the gods, and he pushed a destiny determined to rob him of everything.For a moment he didn't even know who to hate, Voldemort, Dumbledore, or himself.Snape thought it was so funny that he actually laughed out loud——Fate, fate, I can see your habits, you are getting more and more stingy.

This is very bad, he thought, because in the last few months, I seem to have begun to cherish my life, and according to my bad luck, it seems that I will not live long.

It doesn't matter, it's just right.

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