[SSHP] End of life

Harry opened his eyes.He looked around lazily, and found himself lying in a vast expanse of white light.No ground and no sky, no motel's dream-like carousel, no end.He can still remember everything that happened, he can play back everything he has experienced in his mind, what Dumbledore taught him, the smiles and greetings of his friends, the last time he and Snape kissed, when The warmth of the man and the eyes that seemed very sad somewhere.

Then he sat up and found himself in the Muggle attire he had worn before his death, without the robes.On the right is the long railroad track, hidden in the fog and cannot be seen clearly. On his left is the platform, and he was lying on the edge of the platform just now.

Death is just another beginning.Harry muttered the words silently and stood up.He intends to stop thinking about it and start again, but he doesn't know where he should go.He could see some thick pillars, and some benches, like Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Without looking back, he walked forward along the edge of the bench.A bench, and another bench.When he reached the seventh bench, he found a small red thing curled up under the bench.It's like an embryo, and it's like a skinned little monkey.Crumpled, curled up, looking sick and helpless.

"Oh, my Harry. You've come here at last."

Harry looked around.Diagonally in front of him, directly opposite the bench, a woman slowly came out.Harry's mouth fell open. It was Lily Potter - his mother.

Unlike the illusions created by flashback spells and resurrection stones, this Lily is colored and therefore more real.Harry could believe that he was really talking to those visions, but now he couldn't believe that there were people who were more real than the visions.Lily came over and gently stroked his face, her palms were warm. "You're taller than me," she said with a smile.

Harry grabbed the hand.He put it on his face and rubbed it, the touch was very real.Tears quickly pooled in his eyes, and he cleared his throat loudly to hold it back.

"You've done a good job, Harry. We've got to get this thing out of the way before we talk," Lily said, gesturing behind Harry.Harry turned his head, the red embryo was struggling desperately under the bench, its strength getting weaker and weaker.

"It's just—"

"Yes, Voldemort's last soul piece. When he attacked me 17 years ago, the spell was rebounded by the power of the protection spell. This soul piece ended up on you - I think Albus must have been with you." You talked about the process. I'm sorry, Harry. I was just trying to protect you."

Harry wanted to say no need to be sorry, but also wanted to say thank you.But he didn't say anything in the end, just shook his head, continued to hold Lily's hand tightly, and watched Voldemort's last soul piece struggling under the bench until he couldn't move anymore.He continued to stare at the thing with nausea.After a while, it slowly melted on the ground.

Then he turned his gaze to his mother. "I'm so glad I can feel you. You're in the Flashback Charm and the Resurrection Stone, and in my memory. Is that really you?"

Lily didn't answer, just smiled and hugged him.Then she backed away and stroked his face lightly. "We love you, Harry."

"I know, always have," said Harry.He stared into his mother's green eyes, the color of which made him feel like he was looking in a mirror, but there was something very different inside. "Mom, you left me a lot. I even write in the same way as you. I have many good friends in Gryffindor. The Weasleys are very kind to me. My aunt and I have a better relationship." Good relationship. I'm still very close to the friends you used to be..." He said, his voice trailing off, "Mom, have you been with me all the time? Do you already know everything that happened?"

"I'm just a piece of consciousness, Harry. If you need it, I'll be scattered all over the world with blessings until you step out into your new life. I'm glad to see you seem to be out."

"Perhaps. I have a new hope," said Harry, his voice dropping involuntarily. "I think you'd be proud of me. At any given moment, I've always picked myself up one more time than I've fallen. But it's It's the last time."

"You are our love and pride, and always have been." Lily stroked his head, her palm not as big as Snape's, but just as warm, "I hope this is my last time, it will mean that you really Grow up. But it won't be your last. Wish I could talk to you more, but time is coming, Harry. We have to part ways. You have a long way to go, go now. Go back into your world."

"Can I go back? Can that be my choice?"

In front of him, Lily smiled.Looking at this smile, he realized that something called hope was gradually expanding in his heart, crushing depression and despair.He also laughed unconsciously.

"Albus gave you the Resurrection Stone. It can store a person's soul, but it has a necessary condition that you decide to sacrifice yourself for the sake of more people, not for your own selfish desires. I believe this is what he didn't tell you reason—and you did. Your soul is still intact, Harry, and I'm proud of you. I think Albus told you that prophecy too? He must have told you at the same time that the prophecy was irreversible. Both Live alone."

Harry nodded.When he knew he was going to die, he thought Voldemort was the chosen one for that prophecy.But he also hoped that his death would fulfill the prophecy that Voldemort would be killed by another human being.It seems that the prophecy is not over yet, and the mission will still be his.

Lily tapped Harry's forehead. "You are the same as your father. I have every reason to believe that you didn't understand the implication in this sentence, and only noticed that there must be a life-and-death battle between you, and one of you will die."

Harry grinned, indeed he hadn't noticed the hint Dumbledore had made more than once.He is now older than his parents, and he has long since stopped admiring his father as much as a young man with flaws and courage.Similar to James Potter in a certain way, this is no longer glory or resentment for him, but a touch of warmth.

"Mom, give me some more time. If you can't see all of me, there is one more important thing. I have someone I like."

"Who is it?" Lily asked curiously.

"It's Severus Snape." Harry said, thinking of the past, he was afraid that Lily would disagree, so he hastened to add, "After he said that word to you, he regretted it very much. I read his memory, in the When you go back to the lounge, he says you're different. You're different from everybody."

"Severus?" Lily raised an eyebrow.Then, she covered her mouth and laughed, as if she suddenly understood something, and pointed Harry's forehead with her finger while laughing.She smiled, and slowly, water appeared in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for him... I've forgiven him a long time ago. It just happened before I could tell him. It's like I can't really not know he came from those potions," she said "However, so be it. Don't tell him that he is too stubborn, he is easy to get into a dead end, and many times he can't get out without relying on himself. As a mother, I may be a little selfish...but only guilt can make him better treat you well."

She paused and rubbed the tip of her nose, seeming a little embarrassed.

"He's the smartest, calmest, most self-respecting man I've ever met in my life. He's a good guy. In fact, if he hadn't gone too far, he'd almost have been your father—no, Harry, don't worry , I don't mind you being with him at all. This only proves that I have good eyesight, and you, as my son, are as good as mine... It's been 18 years, I really want to see what he looks like now."

Harry thought about it. "He's stronger than he was 18 years ago. He's been a double agent, he's faced a lot of danger, he's got a lot of scars. He's fine now. His hair is still as greasy, but he takes a shower every day. More silent before, probably more stubborn than before, but he was always very considerate." He choked up, unable to articulate more precisely with the pain of loss and the ecstasy of soon-to-be-recovered, "He took care of me for many years .He gave his life to protect me. We won because of him. He was the bravest man I've ever met."

Lily listened patiently to Harry's incoherent expression, she wiped away her tears and smiled nostalgicly. "It seems that he hasn't changed at all. He has been a little short-tempered since he was a child, but he is really gentle. The spell is also very good, and the potion is also very good, except that the mouth is a bit bad, and there are too many things in his heart. Other places There are almost no more shortcomings to be found. He is very defensive, although he is a little clumsy and entangled, but he will treat you wholeheartedly. You see...he almost never uses his bad mouth on me. "

"Because he used them all on me," Harry couldn't help retorting.

He thought for a while, then added: "There are people who have everything to do with me. He is our potions professor, he is the head of Slytherin, he is always very mean, and likes to deduct everyone except Slytherin." points, especially mine. He always said Hermione was an unbearable know-it-all, and that Ron was so solid he couldn't even Apparate in a classroom."

Lily laughed: "That's great. I think you're a better fit for him than I am, and he's showing his full self in front of you - he's always been a little wary of me. That's not good. My advice to you Only one thing, catch him, Harry. It's not that I'm trying to make it up to him - it's for yourself. You're a good boy and deserve his all, and he deserves yours as well."

"I will, Mum," said Harry, laughing, thinking of the notes, the vials of pills that gave him such agony but really worked, and Snape's icy tone and warm hands, which he used so often at the same time. These two very contrasting things, "Guess how deep is his relationship with me? He and my soul match are equivalent to the soul mates in those Muggle novels. Maybe this is fate. He has several years Time's been a jerk, but then I think I've been the luckiest thing in my life to have met him. I'll do my best to remind you what you're missing. And of course Dad was a good guy."

Lily nodded with a smile.The surrounding fog was getting thicker, and Harry knew that time was really running out.

"Can we see each other again, Mom?" he asked hopefully at last. "And Dad? Will you still exist if I don't depend on you so much?"

"This is the world of magic. Who can tell?" Lily smiled. "Now, go. My son."

Harry took a step forward to hug his mother for the last time, the heat and touch were real.He kissed Lily's cheek, reluctantly let go, and walked away along the bench.After walking past two benches, he couldn't help turning his head.There was already a white mist behind him, and Lily was no longer there.He shouted into the fog: "Mom, tell me if this is real? But it's happening in my head?"

"Of course it happened in your head, Harry. But how do you know that what happened in your head must not be real?" Lily's voice with a smile lingered indistinctly around Harry. The mist seemed to be alive, surging around him, giving him a way to move forward.

Harry stood there for a few seconds, turned around with a smile, and walked away step by step.A light appeared in front of the seemingly endless platform, and he walked faster and faster, and finally ran, rushing into the light.

The author has something to say: let’s update it after it’s written, laugh.

In fact, I didn't expect to add this paragraph at the time, after all, Lao Deng is not dead.Later, I suddenly remembered Minato and Kushina's consciousness of staying in Naruto's seal, and I thought it would be better to let Erha and SS pass Lily's level, and get Lily's forgiveness and blessing, so I feel more complete.Only mother is good in the world, laugh.