[SSHP] End of life

"No—call me a coward!!"

Harry felt a burning, whip-like pain in his face.He fell to the ground, waiting for the burst of stars flashing in front of him to fall.Then, a rough voice came from far and near, panting and shouting a spell, and he twitched on the ground in pain.A furious growl from Snape followed, and the pain vanished.He gasped, feeling his throat constrict.

The endless dark night enveloped him, and not far away, the fire from Hagrid's hut reflected half of the sky red.The severe pain didn't force his tears out, his eye sockets were hot with anger and sorrow, dry and astringent, very uncomfortable.

The flapping of wings, the barking of dogs, screaming, laughing and shouting converged into a noisy and chaotic sound wave, and the light flickered, as if overturning the darkest palette in the world, reflecting a scene in Harry's eyes. A world of blood and fire.He tried his best to open his eyes wide, and in the horizontal field of vision was the back of Snape running wildly in a panic.As Snape jumped up and down, his figure became longer and more distorted, and gradually stretched into thousands of black lines edged red with firelight.

Harry's vision blurred.

He struggled to rub his eyes.The hand feels somewhere between heavy and numb, as if it doesn't belong to you.He used all his strength to lift it, but it seemed that after a long time, his hands still couldn't appear in front of him—no, Harry could even vaguely feel his hands dragging and rubbing on the dirt and gravel , bringing subtle pains that are far from enough to wake up the nerves.

The deformed and distorted world is like a young child's worst stick figure, and the roof of the ranger's hut kicks up flying ash in the breeze.Staring at them, Harry lay panting on the cold, uneven ground for a while, feeling a little stronger.He moved tentatively, intending to find his lost wand.If he got up now, he might still be able to catch up with him for a while.

Even if it can hit one person...

In order to add courage and strength, and also to vent the anxiety and anger in his heart, Harry roared loudly.The world seemed to be collapsing, more voices converging together, drowning his voice.He couldn't hear his own roar.

Harry grabbed the ground vigorously, trying to use the strength of his arms and waist to sit up.The nails were split, and dirt and stones were embedded in the crevices of his nails.He failed to make the severe pain stimulate the remaining strength in his body as he wished.

Harry took a breath and let it out in a long breath.He could feel the hard touch of the earth, and the pain in his fingertips was persistent and numb.Not to mention getting up, it is extremely difficult to move the position.Only then did he realize that he could turn over, and it would be much easier to stand up on his side than on his back.

But at the same time, he realized that his brain nerves were becoming dull, and his thinking was gradually slowing down.The previous struggle had exhausted all his strength, and he could not turn himself over.There are people roaring in the distance, some people are resisting, and many people are still alive.But what filled the eardrums was the sound of the fire burning everything.Harry despaired.

In a trance, all the voices converged into chaotic monotonous sounds.Tears seemed to flow down, many, cold, into the ears.He couldn't struggle, he couldn't shout, but when he heard people's voices, he felt far away, as if he was in another world.Harry didn't know if he was unconscious or awake, alive or dead.He lay on the ground, crying with anger and fear until he felt nothing.

******

It was still dark when Harry regained consciousness.It seemed either that the night never passed, or that he never saw the sun rise again.

He took a light breath, feeling much more comfortable in his body, at least his head was no longer numb.It was quiet all around, no shouting, no desperate barking.In addition to the slight crackling sound of wood cracking in the fireplace, what is transmitted to the eardrums is more shallow and rapid breathing.It sounds like the breathing person is tense.

This extraordinary sense of tension made Harry, who was in a daze when he just woke up, instantly recall everything before he fell into a coma.He shivered, cautiously shrank his body slightly and looked around.

He didn't feel scared.But for some reason, he felt his nerves were like taut strings, and every time the fuel in the fireplace made a sound, it would cause his whole body to vibrate.Mingming's heart was full of anger and courage, but his body didn't listen, as if he was so scared that he wanted to run away.

Because his bravery was insulted by his body that he couldn't effectively control, Harry was very impatient with this constant surprise and flick following the sounds of the outside world.

It took a few seconds for the line of sight to recover.Harry realized that he was not lying on the ground outside Hogwarts Castle, but in a dark room against the wall, where someone had presumably dumped trash.It was also because of this that he was not stepped on by any of the people standing in the room.

Harry lay on the ground, squinting his eyes carefully, so as not to draw attention from the reflection of his eyeballs.There are many dirty boots in front of him. Since he can remember, he has never observed the world from such an angle.He felt very uncomfortable.

The room appeared to be a drawing room, the only source of light being a dying fireplace in the side wall.The furniture in the room was randomly piled up in a corner of the room, and it looked like it was in danger of collapsing at any time.The door was closed tightly, and the carpet was covered with mud and stains.By the dim light of the fireplace, Harry could tell that the carpet was originally a clean silver-green color, and that the dark brown stripes that were now trodden under a man's muddy boots were probably gold threads.The foot was wiggling slightly back and forth, and Harry stared at it for a few seconds, feeling more agitated.

He sat up slowly against the wall.No one turned his head, so he didn't make a sound.There were black figures standing in front of them, some were as thin as a bamboo pole, some were as big as a bear, and all of them were tightly covered with cloaks, looking ghostly and ominous in the dim light of the fireplace .

Death Eaters.

Realizing he was among the Death Eaters, Harry was surprised he hadn't thought of desperately in the first place.He counted, and there were more than a dozen people standing in the small room, and the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.The number of people was much smaller than the number of people who appeared in the Little Hangleton cemetery. These people should be Voldemort's most powerful men.He turned sideways and looked forward through the gap between the people.

Harry found Voldemort sitting in a wide armchair in the center of the room, leaning against the wall.Unlike the teachers and classmates who were busy running around in the chaotic Hogwarts and resisting desperately, he looked relaxed and comfortable.

For a split second, Harry heard the roar of blood rushing to the top of his head.He was torn between anger and fear, anger at Voldemort's leisure, and worry on the other.He worried that it had been so long since he was unconscious that Hogwarts might have fallen.

Voldemort was talking with a satisfied look.A tall figure broke away from the Death Eaters and walked forward slowly.Even if the man had turned to ashes, Harry dared to say he knew it.

The light of the fire flickered slightly on his face.When the light hit his face, his face took on color, it was a kind of extremely haggard sallow.When the light leaves, it becomes pale again.Harry recalled the only evening when Ron made his wishes known to both of them—at their belated start of second year, Ron said expectantly: "Maybe he's sick, maybe he's just unlucky! He's like that." Unlucky people, unlucky is nothing more than a normal thing!"

They hated Snape, but didn't want him to die.In fact, if he really died during that summer vacation, they would definitely attribute his death to a small curse in their hearts, as if they were the one who directly killed him, and then they would be full of guilt and restless.But not anymore.No matter how Snape died in front of him, Harry would not show him any mercy.

Thinking of Dumbledore lying in the cold darkness under the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower, Harry felt a pain like an electric shock in his chest, so painful that he couldn't even breathe.He swore he had never been so angry in his life, not even when he learned the truth of the prophecy.The raging rage almost swallowed all his rationality, and he felt that his eye sockets were dry and hot from the uncontrollable rage, and he couldn't hear or see clearly.

He took a sharp, sharp breath.

When Malfoy was trembling with fear, and Snape appeared on the Astronomy Tower, his first reaction was not that Dumbledore was facing greater danger, but that before he set off, Dumbledore said categorically that he believed in Snape. general.He actually hoped that Snape could turn the situation around at that moment.

And Dumbledore said - please.Severus, please.

what's the result?Dumbledore believed in the wrong person. Snape was just as Harry Potter suspected.And he knew all this clearly, but subconsciously hoped that he would stand on the side of the light.This moment of weakness made Harry feel even more unbearable.

Voldemort's lackey, the shameless murderer, the villain beyond description in the world's most vicious language, the damned old bastard who lost Harry's wand.Harry never thought that when the Death Eaters took him to their lair, they would be kind enough to retrieve his wand and put it back on him.Don't have a wand in hand?It doesn't matter, even without a wand, he'll kill this greasy old bastard with all his strength in hand-to-hand combat!If the hand is broken, he will kick him to death, and if the foot is broken, he can bite him to death!Even if all his actions are imprisoned, he still has to rely on his eyes to stare at him and curse him to death!

Harry stood up abruptly from the ground.The momentary change of perspective caused his eyes to squint in the light, and it was the brief pause that brought Harry back to his senses and reined in his own behaviour.

Dumbledore is dead.He bet everything on him.Before completing his goal, he couldn't give up his life so easily.

Seeing Snape, the haughty and irascible old bastard, face Voldemort with a respect he had never shown to Dumbledore, Harry's head was swollen with rage, and his hands and feet were cold.He thought again of the truth he had heard from Trelawney, which had occupied his mind only a few hours before; but he was soon overwhelmed by Dumbledore.Now Snape had no more witnesses and no more excuses.

The enemy who ruined his life was right in front of him, Harry trembled and tried to control his breathing.Voldemort and the other Death Eaters could talk about it later, or even ignore it, and his greatest hope at this time was to rush up and chop Snape into pieces from foot to head.

That's right.He also hated Dumbledore.Hated so much that he wanted to go against all of Dumbledore's expectations.Dumbledore knew that Snape had ruined everything for him and allowed him to make trouble for him.If Dumbledore hadn't suddenly lost his mind and firmly believed in Snape, the old bastard, how could he have put him in this situation?

The current number ratio was too unfavorable for Harry, and he tried his best to restrain his impulse with the remaining rationality.Being able to watch Dumbledore die in front of his eyes without breaking down, Harry felt that there was nothing he couldn't do now.

Especially if I can't let go of my damn responsibility.As much as he hated, hated his fate and everyone who had put him in this situation - if he didn't accomplish his goal of killing Voldemort, not even because he wanted revenge on Voldemort - he would die without peace.

Veins throbbed in his temples and forehead.Half a minute later, Harry, who had calmed down a little, realized that he seemed to have overlooked something.Voldemort's voice was not loud, and almost the whole room was filled with Harry's own heavy, angry gasps.It was strange that no one looked at him.

Harry looked left and right, raising his hands to his eyes.He didn't see a solid body, but a vague shape, a bit like an incomplete disillusionment spell.He looked down at his body and found that he was almost completely transparent.He tentatively touched the Death Eater next to him, and his outstretched hand passed through the man.

Harry couldn't take it anymore, and he slammed his fist against the wall, growling.

OK!It's damn good! !The greatest white wizard who could lead the wizarding world to the light passed away. The savior of the British wizarding world, the boy who claimed to live a catastrophe was also killed by the Death Eater who fooled the greatest white wizard of this century. Two benchmarks Tomorrow Voldemort could happily make the headlines about the death of more than one character at the hands of the same person!

The sanity that Harry finally regained fluctuated wildly within a few minutes, and finally collapsed completely.The murderer didn't realize his existence, and was standing firmly in front of the boy's ghost. He didn't wear a cloak, and the black robe stood still beside him. The tall figure stood upright, and he didn't seem to feel guilty at all.The shoulder of the black robe was scratched with a deep scar by Buckbeak's sharp claws. The wound that was still bleeding was so hideous that he didn't even say a single healing spell.

Why does he have this wound?Being hurt by Gryffindors and magical creatures was probably an unmatched humiliation for him, presumably to let his master see how difficult it was for him to complete the task, and then get more of what he wanted - based on betrayal and On the basis of human life!

Harry waved his arms vigorously to push away the Death Eaters beside him - he couldn't touch these people at all, and waving his arms with all his strength just gave him an outlet to vent.He walked around to Snape, spat hard in Voldemort's face first, then looked up at Snape's face.

He felt extremely resentful that he still had to look up to the man in front of him.

"Well done, Severus," Harry heard Voldemort say.Contrary to his perverse and neurotic behavior, his voice was cold and slow.

There was no expression on Snape's face, no feigned sadness, no complacency as it should have been.He didn't even show gratitude or excitement for his master's generous praise, he just twisted the corners of his lips slightly.In the dim light, Snape's face was like a waxy white mask, and his empty eyes could almost be described as any kind of lifeless thing, such as an inappropriate molting.He silently walked over and knelt on the ground, held up the hem of Voldemort's black robe, and kissed the hem of the robe in a humble and pious manner.

Harry squinted.In the dim light, Snape looked both unreal and real.He didn't even kneel to Dumbledore.

Harry wanted to shout, to laugh.He imagined that he was so powerful that he could fight the betrayer in front of him, and he would use the curse to penetrate his body and beat him to a bloody rag.He was going to go through him as many times as he wanted with the dagger, just like the damned old bastard's spell had sunk into Dumbledore's body, and he wanted to poke his body and soul into a sieve.He imagined there was a pack of dynamite in this room, and he was going to blow up everyone and die with them.

But he knew that he could only imagine this now.

Harry clenched his fists and bared his teeth, staring at Snape, trembling with uncontrollable rage and hatred for his powerless self.

"I'm very disappointed in you." He waved his hand to ask Snape to back down, and Voldemort's cold, high-pitched voice drawled, "Except for Severus..."

There was a commotion among the Death Eaters around.Harry saw a short Death Eater behind Snape gazing at him sullenly, as if considering the possibility of some way of killing him without drawing Voldemort's wrath.Even though her head was completely hidden in the shadow of the hood, Harry recognized those eyes.

Those eyes were easy to identify, they were always very bright in the dark.In fact, they had very little contact, not even an hour in total.There was no humanity in it, only insanity, during the brief hour she'd used it to glance at him derisively.Harry would never forget the cruel joy with which she watched Sirius tumble into the curtain.

Bellatrix.

Harry carefully studied the way she looked at Snape.He finds her loyalty tinged with selfishness.She is a loyal follower of Voldemort. She hates Voldemort's enemies, but she also hates those whom Voldemort trusts.

"Where's Gibbon?" Voldemort asked slowly again.His index finger tapped lightly on the arm of the chair.

Almost all Death Eaters were trembling.No one dared to speak.

"Master, he's dead!" In the silence, Bellatrix suddenly took a step forward.

It was the first time Harry heard her voice at such a close distance, and he found it piercingly uncomfortable.He subconsciously hid in the shadows and observed the center of the room.The Death Eaters around her seemed to be afraid of something, and gave her some space.The firelight illuminated her more, and the expression on her face showed no trace of sadness at the death of her companion, but a strange, creepy excitement.she is laughing.

Snape turned sideways in Bellatrix's direction.His fingers moved slightly, then dropped down again.

Bellatrix pointed a finger at a Death Eater beside Harry.Her voice was trembling slightly, she didn't know whether it was because of excitement or anger: "I said earlier that we should retreat quickly! It was Luo Er who used—"

Voldemort waved his hands in mid-air, looking a little tired.Harry stared at his expression, realizing that he really didn't want to hear it.Bellatrix flinched, but soon puffed up her chest again, opening her mouth to say something.

Voldemort's expression remained unchanged.His dark red vertical pupils widened slightly, and he cast a cold glance at Bellatrix.The woman fell silent quickly.

There was a brief silence in the small living room.Harry's nerves tensed involuntarily because of the powerful pressure Voldemort released instantly.He heard the tall Death Eater next to him exhale softly.

"Severus." The next second, Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, and nodded Harry with his chin with a strange expression that was half a smile.Startled, Harry subconsciously reached for the sleeve with his right hand, but found nothing.He froze for a moment before realizing that he no longer had a wand.The large Death Eater on his left fell to his knees.

"Master! Master! Forgive me! I didn't—I didn't mean to—I just wanted to kill Lupine—"

The drawn-out voice tremblingly echoed in the room, and Harry couldn't imagine that such a burly man could make such a frightening and shrill voice.He involuntarily took a step back.

"Severus!" Voldemort yelled.His high-pitched, angry voice echoed across the room.

Snape's thin lips were drawn into a straight line, his head lifted slightly, and Harry noticed the muscles in his jaw tense.Yet his face remained expressionless, and his eyes were as hollow as ever.With the fire in his eyes when he turned around, he looked more like an enforcer from hell in Harry's eyes.He raised his wand.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Harry's brain received the word, and for a moment he seemed to re-experience the unbearable pain in the castle clearing, and he shuddered instinctively.

The Death Eater named Rolle collapsed to the ground immediately, and was able to roll for a few seconds, but then he could only cling to the clothes on his chest and let out a howl with a different tone.None of the surrounding Death Eaters pleaded for him, and they all huddled together, leaving a large open space in the middle of the room as if they were trying to stay away from Rolle—or from that dreadful spell.

Harry noticed that some people's calves were trembling slightly, but they all let out flattering laughter.He looked around incredulously, Rolle was screaming, Voldemort was watching, Snape stood like a statue.The others were all laughing, dry, frightened, and shivering, all continuing to laugh.The cloaks, the masks, the shadows, the open mouths, everything twisted into a ball in the flickering light and shadow.

Harry felt suffocated and felt like he was going crazy.

After nearly a minute, Luo Er had no strength to shout, and his voice became a hoarse, intermittent gasp.The cloak and hat had already been tossed off, revealing the blond hair stuck to his head with sweat and a pale, distorted face.His body was arched into the shape of a shrimp, his almost protruding eyeballs were facing Harry.Harry saw that the whites of the Death Eater's eyes were bloodshot, and saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, soaking the carpet and half of his face.

Even if the opponent was a Death Eater, Harry was still not used to seeing humans being tortured like this.The face was so painful that Harry looked away and clenched his fists.

Voldemort stood up and walked towards Rolle, the Death Eaters frantically making way for him.Standing beside him, Harry could just see him tilting his head slightly to watch the Death Eaters huddled on the ground.There was no trace of tyranny on that terrifying snake face, and the focused expression was like a child watching ants move or something interesting.A chill ran up his spine, and Harry shivered.

Crazy, cold.This is their—his, rival.

However, when his eyes fell on Snape, Harry's hatred rose uncontrollably to his chest, and this hatred temporarily overwhelmed his fear.It was a kind of cold hatred that was different from anger. If Snape was lying on the ground now, Harry believed that he would not feel the slightest discomfort.He wants revenge, maybe everyone will have such an enemy in his life, even if that person trembles in pain in front of him, he will only quietly appreciate the pain.And after that person dies, feel happy and light.

Even though Rolle seemed to have lost the slightest ability to resist, Snape's wand still hadn't been completely lowered.It pointed steadily at the person on the ground without any trembling.Harry stared at his masked face.Without expression, he never looked away while his kind was being tortured.Flames flashed across the corners of his knife-like lips.

Is he proud?Of course he will be proud!His master praised him and gave him a chance to show off, because he pulled out the thorn in his heart.This Death Eater who should go to hell, Dumbledore obviously forgave his past, gave him trust, gave him a place to live, gave him a job, and gave him all benefactors, but he actually used such a disgusted look Looking at Dumbledore.Why?Because Dumbledore was watching him all the time, keeping him from getting close to his master?Didn't Dumbledore notice what Snape was doing?He still said he trusted Snape despite everyone's skepticism.He even trusted Snape to protect him to the end.

Harry didn't want to admit that he actually had a little pleasure in his heart.It comes from the fact that he validated his own point of view: Look, Snape is a death eater to the letter, I told you, who told you not to believe my words early, so that you died - but It's more about fear.Dumbledore is dead.Even if he can continue to use his wisdom to guide the Order of the Phoenix to continue fighting, it is impossible for him to protect the living with powerful magic power.The only person Voldemort feared disappeared, and the light side lost its heaviest weight.Half-breed, Muggle-born, all Hogwarts students are now left unprotected.

He has been pointed out many times that he always wants to think for himself.Those people did not agree with his thinking.He hates people who deny his judgment, who take advantage of his distrust.He tried to prove to everyone that he was right, and the more he was refuted and concealed, the more he wanted to prove it.But once no one wanted to guide him anymore, and his little resistance lost its target, he immediately panicked.When Dumbledore was alive, he could speculate and resist at will, and Dumbledore would always guide him to the truth—Dumbledore was always right in the end.He had never seen Dumbledore make a mistake.Of course, that doesn't include the fact that he trusted the wrong person in the end.

The memories of those few minutes were so deep in Harry's mind that he doubted they would ever be erased.Disgust and hatred were carved into the rough lines of Snape's face as he raised his wand at Dumbledore.Most of the time, the look on Snape's face was anything but friendly, but the kind of hatred Harry wasn't familiar with.

Snape did look at him with disgust.But despite his reluctance, Harry was sure that Snape had never actually done anything to him.The Half-Blood Prince's wicked cleverness had a hundred ways to kill him without him even knowing it.And even every time Snape mentioned James, or faced his enemies face to face, Harry could confirm that there was a bottom line in his heart, even if he really wanted to kill Sirius, there was still a bottom line. An invisible rope bound him.

He confirmed—he had to admit that this man was extremely principled at certain times, and he would never allow himself to make real mistakes.But this time is different.

That, Harry knew, was real loathing and hatred, no more—hate that didn't want anything to stop it.Snape was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore.Harry had experienced it himself, and the Unforgivable Curse couldn't be successful without really making up his mind.But at the moment when Snape cast the spell, he didn't seem to show the pleasure of revenge.There was nothing but emptiness and indifference in his eyes.

In that moment, he was so numb, it seemed like...a part of himself died along with it.

In fact, at that moment, Harry felt that the deadly green light was moving very slowly.There was plenty of time, even enough for him to clearly discern Dumbledore's persecution and satisfaction after observing Snape's expression for a moment.Dumbledore's pleading did not seem to be for saving his life.

Who is he persecuting?Was his satisfaction because Malfoy had dropped his wand, or had it been confirmed that Snape was someone the teachers and students didn't believe?Finding that he couldn't understand Dumbledore's thoughts, Harry clenched his fists tightly.He had thought he knew enough about Dumbledore, that they were both honest enough.

The more he replays the moment before Dumbledore's death in his mind, the more he feels that he must have read it wrong.

Seeming to be tired at last, Voldemort looked away from the Death Eater and turned to Snape: "Well done. Stop now, Severus."

"Yes, Master." Snape bowed and lifted the Cruciatus Curse.Rolle struggled, crawled tremblingly, and pressed his forehead against Voldemort's boot.The Death Eaters around watched him in dismay - perhaps feeling Voldemort's satisfaction - finally disarmed and laughed hoarsely.A giant python poked its head out from behind Voldemort, neighing angrily—it had been coiled around the ground motionless just now, and the light was too dim for Harry to see it.It is almost as thick as an adult's thigh, if it entangles someone, that person will definitely not even have a chance to struggle to escape.

Harry felt a tightness in his chest.Thinking that there are still such scumbags in the world, a group of people who are willing to be slaves in fear, but willing to be slaves in fear, makes him feel sick.

He wondered if he should be glad he was dead.Never have to fight such a person again.