[HP] This deer is not a deer

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How long have they been running around in embarrassment?

Harry opened his eyes to a blinding field of gold and green.

Broke into the Ministry of Magic to steal Horcruxes, then escaped.

They seemed to lie among the branches and twigs.Harry inhaled with difficulty, his lungs flattened, and the bright color was the sunlight streaming through the tall tree canopies.Harry looked around and saw them lying on the forest floor, as if there was no one else, only missing... Where was Sirius?Harry reacted suddenly, they were separated from Sirius.

Hermione was also pale, and her hair was gray in places, "Open it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."

"Sirius is gone, and we got lost with him? He wasn't arrested, was he?" Harry pulled the stopper off the vial, and Hermione took the vial, pouring three drops on the bleeding wound.Green smoke billowed up, and when it cleared, Harry saw that the bleeding had stopped, and the wound looked as if it had been growing for days, with a layer of new skin covering the freshly exposed flesh.

"I don't know." Hermione was also a little panicked, "We got separated from him on the second floor...he'll be fine..."

That night, they camped in the forest and had a temporary respite.

But Harry had another night of nightmares, watching Voldemort torture people - he was looking for Gregorovich, he had stolen the Elder Wand, Voldemort's coveted weapon.

get it... get it...

Early the next morning, before the other two woke up, Harry walked out of the tent, found the oldest, twisted and toughest-looking tree in the woods, and buried Mad-Eye Moody's magic eye. In the shade, use your wand to carve a small sign of the cross into the bark.He went back to the tent and waited for the two partners to wake up to discuss what to do next.

They are worried, but it doesn't help.

The new Horcrux was so weird that Harry wore it around his neck, and Harry took the gold chain off his head.As soon as the thing was off his skin, Harry felt free and strangely relieved, and realized that he had been clammy with cold sweat and that there was a huge stone in his stomach. They decided to take turns guarding it, so that no accidents happened. .

But they don't know which direction to go.

They have been hiding here for a long time, and the food is getting less and less.

How long are they still here?

Eventually the food ran out, and they had to search for something to eat in the forest. They didn't find much, and the time of starvation became longer and longer.There was a clatter of rain on the canvas overhead.

"Dumbledore didn't give it to me because he still needed it, and he wanted it to destroy the locket..." Harry was talking to Hermione, and Harry thought, "Would he, then? Hide the sword away from Hogsmeade? What do you think, Ron? Ron?"

When Harry turned his head, he realized that something was wrong - Ron swung his long legs off the edge of the bed and sat up.He looked mean and not like him anymore.

He uttered harsh words—

"That's it. Isn't it just another damn thing to find? Just add it to the things you don't know."

Pat, Pat, Pat: The rain is getting heavier and heavier.Hitting on the leaf-covered banks around, on the murmuring water in the dark.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you. I've been blunt with you from the beginning and told you everything Dumbledore told me. In case you haven't noticed, we've found a Horcrux—" Harry's voice was fairly calm, but hollow.

"Yeah, it's easy for us to destroy it, as easy as finding a few other Horcruxes—fucking out of reach, in other words."

"Take off the locket, Ron," said Hermione, her voice unnaturally high. "Please take it off. You wouldn't say something like that if you hadn't worn it all day."

"No, he will." He didn't want to excuse Ron, and Hermione cried.

Gryffindor's sword is hidden somewhere, they are just three teenagers hiding in a tent, the only problem is that they are not dead.

"Then go home," said Harry.

"Yeah, maybe I should!" He tore the chain from his head and dropped the locket on a nearby chair.

When Harry woke up the next day, Ron's bed was empty.Hermione's eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't seem to have slept all night.

He couldn't hide it from himself: Ron was right, Dumbledore left him with next to nothing.They found one Horcrux, but had no means of destroying it, and the others were as lost as before.

It was just him and Hermione now, and they went on a trip to Godric's Hollow, and then, Harry's wand snapped, snapped in battle, and it wouldn't work anymore.

But at least they knew, Sirius had escaped from the Ministry of Magic.

They still hadn't found any more clues... After leaving there, Hermione shoved the book timidly into his lap, a brand new copy of The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore.

The spine of the book is hard, obviously unopened.He flipped through the book looking for photographs, and almost immediately found the one he was looking for—teenage Dumbledore and his handsome companion, laughing at some long-forgotten joke.Harry's eyes fell on the caption.

Albus Dumbledore with his friend Gellert Grindelwald shortly after his mother's death.

Finally, he found himself flipping to the beginning of a chapter titled "The Greater Good."

See, maybe Dumbledore wasn't always so right...his faith was crumbling.

It was snowing outside when Hermione arrived for her shift change at midnight.Harry's dreams were chaotic; Nagini swimming in and out, waking up again and again, as if someone was calling his name... imagine the sound of the wind blowing against the tent as footsteps and voices.

It's freezing cold here, and the trees are covered in silver, but at least they keep out the wind.They spent most of their time in their tents, curled up next to those bright blue fires that Hermione was so good at making.These flames are so useful that they can be scooped up and carried in bottles.

In the big forest, every tiny movement seems to be magnified.Harry seemed to hear the cloak slipping on the dead leaves, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something seemed out of the ordinary tonight.

Unknowingly he leaned against the tent wall, the night was darker, it was a kind of deep velvety black, he seemed to be suspended in the realm between apparation and apparition, a bright silver light appeared in front of him Ahead, through the woods.

It moved soundlessly, and the silver light seemed to be floating towards him.

Harry squinted his eyes, the silver light was already very dazzling, the bushes in front of him became a black silhouette, and the thing was still approaching...

The source of light floated out from behind an oak tree. It was a silvery white doe, as bright as moonlight, treading gracefully on the ground, still soundless, leaving no hoofprints on the soft white snow.It came towards him, holding high its beautiful head, with big eyes and long eyelashes.

It came to him, specifically to find him.

They looked at each other for a long time, then it turned and walked away.

"No," said Harry, his voice hoarse from not using it for so long. "Come back!"

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