if i am not me

On the wall, beeping oil lamps emit soft light, illuminating the white wards of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic.In this ward, a large hospital bed is leaning against the window, and a beautiful bouquet of flowers is placed on the table, which is drawn into a long shadow by the shadow of the lamp.

On the sofa in the shadows, Snape silently looked at the medicine bottle and notes in his hands, for an unknown how long he had been sitting there.

What happened in the past few days exhausted all the energy of this man.

In the chaos, Dumbledore sacrificed himself to end this dark catastrophe.He seemed to be fighting people to the death one second, and the next second he was at the hospital to participate in the rescue, and then he was arranging various post-war matters, and... preparing for the funeral.

funeral……

Snape never thought Dumbledore would leave the world this way.Even though Dumbledore had said several times that he had had enough, Snape always felt that the annoying old man was just making jokes about his lack of standards.

But just a few days ago, on that night when he had to think of various remedies because the previous plan was disrupted, Dumbledore chose to put all his eggs in one basket.

The notes in his hand are still open, and in the dim light of the oil lamp, the flamboyant handwriting shows the author's emotions when writing.He was in a hurry, so urgent that he lost his usual steady style of writing.

He is explaining the funeral, and this is a relic.

Put in a place known only to him.

Dumbledore said that if something happened to him, let him go to this place and find these things.

Then he found this notebook and that bottle of "potion".

Did Dumbledore think of the last path from the beginning?

Whether it was privately ordering Leo, or tampering with the Horcrux, and...

Snape couldn't help turning his gaze to the hospital bed near the door, where a teenager was sleeping soundly, no... it should be said that he was in a coma.

His handsome facial features gradually overlapped with the chubby and cute child in his memory, as if the next moment, he would open those emerald eyes that were exactly the same as Lily, and smiled sweetly to be hugged by him.

Severus Snape's brain had probably never been so messed up in his life.Joy, excitement, regret, sadness... mixed flavors.

The moment he saw the contents of the note, Snape couldn't believe it. After all, Harry was breathless in his arms back then, and his body temperature gradually became cold.So in so many self-righteous moments, he denied the "delusion" of his brain again and again.

But now, his "delusion" was proved by Dumbledore with his life, he was right!This is that kid.

It's theirs, Harry Potter!

Having come to this conclusion, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.The emotions accumulated during thousands of sleepless nights burst out with tears at this moment.

He also finally understood why he kept the notes together with the bottle of "potion" that he thought he would never need in this life...to unlock the shackles of memory.

No longer maddened by the loss of a child.

Thinking of the broken couple, Snape's frown gradually loosened.

Raising his hand to wipe away the water marks on his face, Snape showed a relieved expression.Getting up and coming to the bed, he tore off the last page of the note and placed it beside Harry's bed.

He felt that the child should know what such an old man had done for their family.

When Draco returned to Harry's ward, Snape was gone.

He just went to ask the therapist about Harry's condition, and the therapist said that he should be able to wake up today.Harry was not seriously traumatized and his coma was mainly mental.

Draco didn't know exactly what happened that night.

There were too many thrills that night.

The battlefield was full of spells, and after Harry left wearing the invisibility cloak, they were inevitably involved in the battle.When he recovered, "Voldemort" had been killed by Dumbledore.

In an instant, the Death Eaters who were fighting with them fled in a hurry.When he found Harry, he had fallen into a coma beside the old man.

What happened before, no one can say clearly.

Everyone knows that "Voldemort" turned into flying ashes and disappeared between the heavens and the earth, but only a few witnesses said that this brave boy suddenly attacked Riddle, and was killed by Dumbledore when the inexplicable magic failed. Lido took his chance and ended the war.

At that moment, everyone fell into the joy of being executed by "Voldemort".It wasn't until people couldn't wake up the sleeping old man that they gradually understood the price paid for this victory.

Looking at Harry's pale cheeks, Draco couldn't help bringing his own face closer and rubbing it lightly like a cat.The warm touch reminded him again and again that his boy was fine.

He is alive and that is enough.

When he got up, he found the notebook next to Harry's pillow.Drake recalled the condition of the ward when he left, apparently the only visitor left.

Snape never did anything superfluous.With this in mind, Draco picked up the notebook and wanted to open it.However, this notebook is obviously blessed by magic, and it is not impossible for specific people to open it.

"Uh……"

Just as he was guessing what would be written inside, a soft hum came from the person beside him.

Although the voice was soft, it couldn't escape the ears of Draco who was fully focused on Harry.

"Harry!"

Harry felt that his eyelids were heavy, and the familiar call in his ear made him try to open his eyes.After a long while, his trembling eyelashes lifted slightly, and what came into view was Draco's face mixed with joy and anxiety.

"De...cough cough cough!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a sense of dryness seemed to tear his throat open, making him cough involuntarily.The heart-piercing cough frightened Draco, and he slapped his back and poured water in a hurry.

It took an unknown amount of time before Harry regained his senses.He looked at Draco with a smile on his face, in exchange for a shallow kiss.

"You scared me to death!" Draco hugged Harry tightly, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

Harry knew that his situation must have worried Draco, so he didn't struggle, and let Draco hold him obediently.

Suddenly, he felt something close to his hand, and the hard feel made him lower his head, and saw the note that Draco had forgotten beside the bed.

"This is...?" The note didn't seem like something that would appear in a ward.

It took a while for Draco to realize what Harry was saying, and after letting go of Harry, he handed over the note: "Snape brought it here, it seems that only you can open it. I tried it, and blessed the spell."

Harry and Draco were obviously thinking of going together - Snape never did unnecessary things, and naturally he didn't bring an unnecessary notebook.

Thinking of this, he opened it without hesitation, but encountered the same thing as Drake.

can't open...

The two looked at each other, and Harry touched the cover of the notebook. There was a small string of golden fonts branded on the bottom right corner, and it was almost impossible to notice it unless you looked carefully.

It says - "yourname"

After seeing him, Draco tentatively said, "Draco Malfoy!"

Harry flipped, no.Drake gave Harry a look, and Harry understood, "Harry Johnson."

"Or not."

"Snape won't give us such a notebook inexplicably, the password is a name, but not our name, isn't it weird!?" Draco read out several names, none of them!He was a little confused for a moment, not understanding what Snape meant.

Harry stared at the small print, which was Dumbledore's, he remembered.And seeing this, he couldn't help but think of what Dumbledore said to him last, could it be...

"Maybe..." Harry took a deep breath, "I might know the answer."

"What?" Draco looked at Harry in surprise. How did Harry know without any clues?

"It's... Harry Potter!"

Harry felt a ripple in the notes in his hand.

Notes, open!