[SSHP] End of life

Harry stood in the doorway of the Burrow.There was light behind him, and darkness before him.Ginny was standing beside him, she wasn't crying.But her company at this time did not give him any comfort.

The air was very stuffy.Harry was breathing hard, sweating profusely and shaking violently every now and then.He couldn't tell if he was hot or cold.

He did it.He is too weak, if he had given up the backpack and Hedwig from the very beginning, maybe Arthur wouldn't be in such a mess.Although Arthur was injured before he fell out of the sidecar.It's all his fault, if he can add to their strength... He cursed himself in the most vicious words he knew, at least it was easier to curse himself than to face the people who were injured by him.But until now, he was sure that he would not let go.

He was ashamed and sad at the same time.He needs a shoulder.A shoulder stronger than him, stronger than him.He can confidently lean on him and pour out all his guilt and anxieties, he can cry bitterly, and he can safely expose his pain.But there are only people around him who need his protection, and he has sworn to protect them.But he broke his oath... He was protected by someone who needed his protection.They all believed in him so much that they could even give up their lives for him, but only Merlin knew how fragile he was at this moment, and he had no bottom in his heart.

Being understood and protected is a fantasy he should give up from the age of one.But deep down in his heart, he still longed faintly for someone who could understand him at this moment and whom he could rely on, even if it was just to stand side by side.Inside the room, Arthur let out a low cry, Harry was startled, and his fingers moved subconsciously.

There was a burst of pain, and Harry shivered unconsciously.He turned sideways to the light and raised his right hand. A piece of skin was peeled off all four of his fingers near the base of the finger. The blood had dried up. He couldn't tell where the mud was and where the scab was. Touched, the pain involuntarily flinched.

He poured a few springs of clear water on himself to wash away the mud on his face and arms.The water-soaked underwear stuck to his body wetly. Although it was uncomfortable, it relieved a lot of heat. "Look!" Ginny whispered, and Harry quickly followed Ginny's gaze. It was two people on broomsticks. They rushed to the open space in front of the Burrow. It was George and Fred.

Harry and Ginny ran towards them.Fred had turned back into himself, and Harry's clothes looked ridiculous on him.Before he landed, he couldn't support himself and fell, landing on his shoulders first, rolling several times in a cloud of rising dust.George jumped off the broom hastily, and was knocked to his knees by the forward momentum.He rushed at the twin without pausing, rolling and crawling, staggering forward as he tried to get up.Fred lay on the ground, motionless.

George pulled Fred up from the ground and shook it a few times before he managed to stand still.Harry arrived a few steps ahead of Ginny, and hurriedly stretched out his wand to levitate Fred.The Burrow's protective spell kept him from being tracked by the Ministry of Magic, and he could safely use a wand, even though he was still underage.

"Hey... I forgot," said George self-mockingly, and Harry thought he was trying to laugh lightly, to reassure everyone, as he always did.But when Harry looked up, there was no smile on George's face.Ginny grabbed George's arm.

"It's me that's bleeding," Fred whispered, grinning, "but it looks like your brain is really badly hurt."

George smiled.At that moment, his sweaty and muddy face seemed to glow.

"I should have known nothing could beat you, mate," he said, trying to pat Fred on the arm, and Ginny, who was holding him up, swayed after him and nearly fell.

"Sorry," George said quickly, but his tone didn't sound sincere at all.

Behind him came the muffled sound of wings beating the air.Harry turned around and saw Bill and Fleur's Thestrals.Bill sat down behind Fleur, and it was clear from a glance that the division of labor between the two was very clear.When they landed, the huge wings of thestrals caused the bushes to fall neatly to one side, and the sand and stones flew randomly on the ground.

Fleur rushed over, pulled Harry into her arms tightly, and kissed him on the wet cheek.Bill looked all right as he stepped off the Thestral and patted its neck.Thestral rubbed his palm, turned and flew into the night sky.

"Fred? What's wrong with you?" Bill turned around after sending the Thestrals away. He found Fred who was floating in mid-air and walked over quickly.

"As you can see," said Fred, sounding much more refreshed than when he first landed, "this is probably the first time you've made a distinction between me and George. Of course, this is a good start, because you'll come back later." I won’t be confused anymore.” He turned his head and pointed to his ear.

"Shut up, get inside!" snapped Bill, taking over from Harry.Several people rushed to the house in a hurry.

Molly was levitating the couch back to its original position.Arthur sat on it, gauze had been taped over his eyes, and many circles had been wrapped tightly around his head, making him look like a mummy with a particularly large head.He squinted his eyes to distinguish who came, and said with a smile, "It's earlier than I expected."

Molly turned in Fred's direction and began sobbing distraughtly again.Arthur's smile disappeared, and he struggled to stand up: "What's the matter? Who—"

"Mom, don't scare Dad. You know his eyesight is worse than Harry's. He can't see anything without his glasses." George said briskly, "Daddy, we're all fine."

Bill put Fred on the couch, resting his head comfortably on Arthur's lap.Molly choked and rushed over to caress Fred's face. Half of Fred's face was covered with dark red blood. The blood went down his neck and sank into his collar, staining the collar red.His red hair was clotted together with blood.Fred shook his head awkwardly, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and pinched off a coagulated blood scab.He clicked loudly.

"Who—" Harry said with difficulty, as if a clamp had been placed on his windpipe, making his voice extremely hoarse.

"It's Snape." Fred gasped in pain as Molly was sterilizing him, "he came after us after attacking Harry, and seemed to say something about the magic - oh, it was you Take off his hood, Harry, so we can be sure it's him. The bloody old bastard . . . "

"He shouldn't be riding a broom, he's so stupid the way he looks. I bet Muggles can fly better than him," said George contemptuously. Skill, he is definitely not my opponent, even if he hits me, he can knock him off. But Fred is bleeding too much, we have to come back quickly...he really lost too much blood. Fortunately, we caught up .”

He closed his mouth and looked afraid to continue talking, as if he would think of something bad if he continued.He held Fred's hand tightly.

Harry opened his mouth, his voice stuck in his throat.He knew he was shaking, he knew he looked like a fish thrown onto land.He didn't know what the flash of relief in his heart was for—a betrayal of the comrades who had died for him.They were in danger for his sake, and he did nothing, even rejoiced—he turned his head and rushed out the door.

"Harry—" Ginny exclaimed in astonishment.But Harry would rather be misunderstood than stay in the house any longer.Fortunately, the sound of flapping wings was heard again in the sky at this time, and another thestral flew towards the open space at the Burrow's door.Harry ran over, it was Kingsley and Hermione.Kingsley climbed down the Thestrals first, and held out a hand to Hermione.Hermione smiled sheepishly, grabbed Kingsley's hand and jumped down.

"Thank goodness, Harry, you're alright!" Hermione saw Harry and rushed to hug him.Ginny, Fleur, and George also ran out of the house, and Hermione looked around, her smile faltering: "Ron—he's closer than us—he's—"

"He hasn't…" Harry replied.There seemed to be something very heavy in his mind that Ron should have arrived ten minutes ago...he didn't want to think about that possibility.

"Ron! Ron!" Fleur suddenly shouted hoarsely, waving her hands desperately into the distance.Hermione's body shook violently, she let go of Harry, and looked up at the night sky.

Two figures riding brooms emerged from the night, one with red hair and the other with bright yellow.They flew in front of the crowd, and Ron even did a somersault in mid-air, grinning smugly.

"Ron's great!" cried Tonks impatiently, and she landed a long way down the slide, nearly hitting Kingsley, the sole of her shoe sending gravel flying everywhere. "He hit a Death Eater. He's a dead man—very accurate! Hit him right in the face! That Death Eater flew off the broom all the way!" She described excitedly, and dutifully leaned back, imitating the Death Eater falling off the broom The look of going down.

Ron giggled, looking both proud and embarrassed.Hermione put her arms around his neck and kissed him on either side of the cheek.Ron's face flushed.

"Now there are only two groups, Remus and Mad-Eye...I'll go tell Mom and Dad! Tell them you're fine..." Ginny said in a panic, and ran into the house.Tonks' smile faded away.

Everyone stood there silently, looking at the sky.The Thestral that Kingsley and Hermione were riding on did not leave, it snorted and pawed the ground uneasily with its hooves.

For a long time, there was only the sound of wind in the clearing.Ginny had already walked out, and the voices in the room had disappeared at some point.

Kingsley began to pace the clearing.Harry felt like a tiger just captured from the wild bliss and locked in a cage awaiting final judgment.Time flows slowly, but it is not peaceful and quiet, full of tension that is on the verge of breaking out.Harry glanced aside. Hermione was leaning against Ron, trembling slightly.

A small black spot appeared in the distant sky, gradually approaching, it was Lupine.He was alone, his hair disheveled by the high-altitude wind.As he flew closer, Harry saw that the hem of his tattered robe had completely disappeared, and that it now resembled a strange overcoat, indescribably funny.

Tonks dropped the broom which he had been clutching so tightly and threw Lupine off the broom before he was two feet off the ground, and the two of them rolled together on the ground.Lupine sat up straight, put his arms around Tonks, whose face was buried in his shoulders, and shoulders shrugged, looked at the crowd surrounding him and smiled wearily.The smile stayed on his face for less than two seconds before disappearing.

"So--"

"Everyone's back except me and Mad-Eye?" Lupine asked.

"And Dunge. You were broken up?"

"Then there's no need to wait any longer," said Lupine, his already grim face full of deep gloom, "Mundungus is a coward, he flew north not long after he separated from Harry, and then Apparated straight from the broomstick. Thanks to him, I almost never made it back." He paused, then said, "Mad-Eye...he's been trying to get attention. After he used the Disarming Charm, You-Know-Who identified him as Harry, and before I could get to him, he-"

The thestral next to Kingsley let out a cry of pain.When people turned their heads to look, Kingsley was just taking his hands off it.His face was very ugly, obviously because he was too excited just now, he couldn't control the strength of his master.

"...It's him?" he said dryly.

Represented by Ron, the young people who left Privet Drive in the opposite direction to Harry all looked at Kingsley.They obviously didn't understand what Kingsley said at all.

To Harry's surprise Tonks stopped crying.Tonks had always been Moody's best friend among the Aurors, and he had taken a lot of care of him.Harry had expected the sweet sentimental little woman to cry harder, but she didn't.She lifted her head from Lupin's arms, stood up and pulled Lupin up off the ground too.She wiped her face very calmly, her voice was hoarse as if she drank a whole bottle of voice-changing potion: "How many did he take away in the end?"

"At least three," said Lupine.

Tonks nodded, picked up the broom, and walked into the house.George and Bill who had just walked out looked at each other, and the two asked a little angrily: "Don't you think you have work to do—"

"No, we don't." Kingsley stroked the Thestrals, his voice was full of exhaustion, "As we all know, the mysterious man is good at Legilimency and the Unforgivable Curse. In order not to fall into his hands, the Aurors are sure to lose There is a spell that will make your body explode. Now this spell is lost. Damn the Ministry of Magic. After being with Muggles for a long time, they start talking about bloody human rights. They won't let this tradition continue Go down. . . . and Mad-Eye, who happens to be one of the last Aurors to know the spell."

The author has something to say: Mr. Moody blew himself up.Otherwise I couldn't handle his eye.

Since yesterday, the condition has suddenly been very bad, and I feel that Xiaoha is a bit crooked... I have deleted a lot and it is still the same.