[SSHP] End of life

Voldemort fell to the ground.Those cloudy red eyes looked at the sky, and he was motionless.

The bell rang.As the Christmas Eve bell rang, sporadic snowflakes gradually fell from the sky. In less than 3 minutes, the snowflakes turned into a snow curtain, and the earth began to be slowly covered in white.

The magical animals have all evacuated, and the giants and werewolves were led by Lupine and Hagrid, and followed the centaur into the Forbidden Forest.There were corpses lying all over the ground, and some wizards were dragging them in different camps.

The chaos is all but over.The remaining Death Eaters were being subdued, with Sirius and a few Aurors watching over them.They hung their heads in despair, and none of them resisted.Neville stood aside, slowly snapping off their wands one by one.

A shrill cry disrupted everyone's pace.It's extra loud.The three chased two black-robed Death Eaters towards the middle of the lawn, and Harry recognized Dedalus and Hestia from among the pursuers.After apparently running for a long time, Dedalus's purple top hat was tilted to one side in exasperation.

At a time when all the Death Eaters were either captured or running for their lives, Harry wondered who was running into the encirclement of the Hogwarts party.It was definitely not a panic, the taller Death Eater behind was obviously chasing the smaller shadow in front.Panting, Dedalus yelled a Leg-locking Curse. He leapt forward, leaped over the taller Death Eater, grabbed the Death Eater's wand in the air, and broke it first without thinking about anything else. took it.Then he fell to the ground, his top hat rolled aside.The young Auror behind him yelled "stunned" in a panic, but the spell missed no one.

Hestia was still running after the other Death Eater.All the spells she cast were dodged, and Harry raised his own wand.There was a knocking of wood behind him, and a hoarse, menacing voice spoke a spell that Harry couldn't catch.The Death Eater swooped forward, and with a scream, two jets of blood sprayed on the already thin layer of snow.Harry turned his head. It was Moody.The magic eye rolled around violently and nervously, and the two looked at each other. He raised his big hand and patted Harry on the shoulder approvingly.

Heska staggered forward and picked up a small, curved strip in the snow.The snow reflected a faint white light, and the night was actually a little brighter than before.She looked back at the Death Eater and let out a small "ah".

Harry followed her line of sight, and saw half of the black robe and two legs that had been cut off from the snow on the snow. There was no doubt that it was black magic.Two trails of blood meandered, but instead of leading to the gate, it pointed to the body in the middle of the lawn.It's Bellatrix.Her heavy makeup was smeared with tears and snow, and behind her, Rodolphus screamed as he was pinned down by Dedalus and the young Auror.But she ignored the roar, and crawled firmly in Voldemort's direction.

Ron and Hermione came running from the Black Lake, followed by Colin.When they saw the scene in the middle of the lawn, they stopped in place in surprise.No one spoke.Neville walked over, looking at Bellatrix in the same silence.She no longer cried bitterly, but shed tears silently, supporting her body with both hands and approaching the corpse little by little.

After a moment, Neville moved.He took Bellatrix's wand from Heska's hand, and with a little force, broke it.Then he walked up to Voldemort's body and dragged the body, which they all were still unconsciously circling, in front of Bellatrix.The mad woman immediately stretched out her hands to hug the lifeless body, and he raised his wand to her back.

"Dizzy," he said.

His voice fell, as if the frozen time suddenly began to flow.Two Aurors ran over, ripped Bellatrix's hands away, and tossed her into the pile of Death Eaters that Sirius was guarding.Hannah appeared next to Neville at some point, and she patted Neville on the shoulder.Neville dropped his hands blankly, and then his shoulders began to shrug, and Hannah threw her arms around him.

Ron, Hermione and Luna ran to Harry.Stretchers passed by them one by one, Madam Pomfrey waved her wand like a conductor, the stretchers turned in a file and went upstairs.She stopped beside Harry, looking into his face.

"You must be treated immediately, Harry!" she said firmly. "Look at your face!"

Harry froze for a moment, then realized that his face was in great pain, and he seemed to have been hit by a spell in the melee.So were his arms and his legs.Seamus' stretcher floated past him, and the boy braced himself, calling out, "See you tomorrow, Harry!" and yawning profusely.

"I'm fine," said Harry, whose friends were looking at him with pleasure and reproach. "Severus was here just now. Where did he go?"

"He's fine, I just saw him cast a color-changing spell on a Death Eater trying to escape!" Madam Pomfrey said angrily, "Take care of yourself, silly boy! You have a lifetime time!"

Harry looked at her, the witch's eyes were bright, and he grinned at the phrase "a lifetime of time" and the meaning behind it. "Okay," he said, "see you tomorrow."

His friends were covered in mud and their clothes were damaged to varying degrees, but there were no obvious injuries on their bodies.They took turns stepping forward and patting him on the shoulder.He hugged back hard.Gradually, there were more and more people, and the gathered crowd lifted him up and threw him high into the air again and again.Madam Pomfrey was criticizing them loudly, but could not stop them.Harry looked up at the high dome, which moved closer and further away from him.He was in pain, but he laughed happily.

******

Dumbledore stood by the window with his hands behind his back, looking out at the gloomy night.Grindelwald had just instructed Snape to cast a more powerful spell on Dumbledore's right hand. His weak body still couldn't bear too much standing and talking, and he went back to the bedroom upstairs.

Snape was standing by the Headmaster's desk.The silverware swayed, puffing out puffs of smoke.Fox was fast asleep on the perch.His eyes were on Dumbledore's right hand, which was concealed in his sleeve.

"It's snowing heavily," said Dumbledore.

Snape was silent.

"Severus, I know what you're thinking. You can't. I'm old and you should stay."

"No. I don't want to." Snape said clearly, "I've managed to save my life until now, and I don't want to be manipulated by another person, let alone tied up in a—"

"You love this place." Dumbledore turned around at some point, and his small voice seemed to pinch Snape's neck, and Snape took a big step back.

"As far as I know, you belong more to Hogwarts than to any other place. You need this sense of belonging. Unless—other than not wanting to be Headmaster, what deeper reasons do you have?"

"Enough, Dumbledore! I offer my resignation!" Snape growled, "Stop trying to control my mind, I'm under no obligation to tell you!" He said, turning to the door.

"Severus - show me your Patronus," Dumbledore demanded, "true form," he added.

Snape turned his head in disbelief.The old man's blue eyes looked at him over half-moon lenses, still sharp and not at all cloudy.

"Call for God's protection." After a long time, Snape waved his wand and said softly.

A white stag jumped out from the tip of the wand, majestic and powerful.It spins in the air, jumps a few times, and rushes out of the window out of sight.

Dumbledore stared at the stag.It wasn't until it completely disappeared into the night outside the window with a silver-white trajectory that it slowly turned around.Snape had already pulled out a chair at some point, he buried his face in his hands, as if his whole body was about to sink in, and he couldn't get out again.

"Severus," said Dumbledore gently, "I'm glad to see that you're still such a gentle child even after going through the same ordeal twice. But that's no reason for you to insist on leaving. No one would really Those who stop you, believe me, have fate with the Potter family, this is not such a bad thing."

After what seemed like a century of silence, Snape looked up from his palm. "Back when I thought he was dead... I made a decision. But it's all over now. I'm a Death Eater, Potter is a savior, and once he's accomplished his purpose, you know him better than I do It's possible to be treated like that. It's not rare even when people need to push him out as the only hope. He's 20 years younger than me and he has a brighter future. Zhang, with Weasley, with more women who are sincere or want something out of him—he doesn't need me. He never will, and shouldn't need me."

"He longs for a home, Severus. He longs for where you are. And you need it too."

"There is no home for me, Dumbledore. At Hogwarts, I have to endure marauders, and when I'm on vacation, I've faced violence, never-ending screaming and hunger. I choose Death Eater He is a gangster, because I sincerely hope that the victorious world can wash away my past, and make those tragedies that have happened for a long time hidden from anyone, even though they have melted into my blood. But he is different, he always yearns for the light .We're not the same kind of people."

His voice was very calm.After he finished speaking, he stood up and looked back at the armchair he had just sat in, and even kindly put it back in its original position.But his spine still wasn't straight.

"Severus, you are a very bright boy, but you always make mistakes in big things. You are too cautious, always choose the most complicated path, but you are always easy to judge a person's quality. Yours, or others of……"

"He shouldn't need me," Snape repeated coldly, closing his eyes.Soon, he opened his eyes, stood up straight, and the ruthless and indestructible double agent who had been going on for many years was back. "Stop trying to convince me, Dumbledore. You're a bastard, but all these years... thank you." His voice trailed off, the final thank you barely audible, then clear again , "Since Grindelwald was brought back by you, I don't think I need to rush to your funeral?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape's face for a moment, then shook his head slightly. "I promise you will regret it, my boy. If you insist on leaving, go. You have forced too much these years. I believe you don't want to attend the trial at all, so at least go to the medical wing before you go." profit?"

Snape was silent for a few seconds, then nodded in agreement with the quid pro quo - or threat.His black robe with traces of battle still rolled behind him, and quickly disappeared under the stairs with his footsteps, out of sight.

******

By the time Snape arrived at the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey had chased away all visitors.Behind the white curtains were the wounded one by one, without groaning, everyone fell asleep peacefully.

Madam Pomfrey was not in the hospital wing.She still has a lot of potions to prepare, and for these wounded, the next few days will be the most difficult.Snape was also a soldier who had just left the battlefield, and she couldn't be too harsh on him, at least not this night.

Snape lifted the bed curtain one by one, until he got to the innermost part, where Harry was sleeping peacefully on the bed.He was wearing a hospital gown, pale and thin, the dust on his face was wiped clean and replaced by colorful ointments.His hands were not very honest, exposed outside the quilt, wrapped with thick bandages.Several empty medicine bottles and a goblet sit on his bedside table.Snape picked up the goblet and sniffed it. It was the dreamless potion.

He had never seen the boy spread out in sleep, except in his arms.And now he curled up slightly, but finally he was really lying flat.Snape stared at Harry's sleeping face for a moment.

He felt that at this moment the boy really let go of those burdens.He stretched his eyebrows, and he looked like a young lion who had finally walked out of the bottomless cave, bathed in the morning light, and was about to run, or a young lion that had shaken off the dry grass all over its body, spread its wings, and was about to face the sun An eagle taking off.

He owns the sky, the whole field, the sun, the rain, the grass, the challenges, and the whole world.

Snape stood by the bed.His own past and future are half bright and half dark, chaotic and unclear.But that's okay, next, he has a lot of time to think about what else he can do without the war and the lingering shadow and mission.The decision he made was extremely correct, he finally had a boy once, and now that he is gone, he can keep this memory for a lifetime.And Harry would never again know how dirty his hands were, the unimaginable depths of his past.What is left in his lover's heart will be the best he can do.

"Enough, Harry. Enough is enough." Snape reached out hesitantly, and stroked Harry's cheek lightly with his palm one last time. "The Resurrection Stone—you have proved your oath with the rest of your life. Now go, to a real new life."

He leaned down and cupped Harry's head with slightly trembling hands through his black hair, and their lips briefly pressed together.Seconds later, Snape stood up and pulled the covers up for Harry, kissing his forehead again.Finally, he took a deep look at him, turned and walked out of the bedroom.The moment he left the bed, the hair on Harry's forehead was blown slightly by the wind he brought up.A slightly curly black hair wrapped around Snape's slender pale fingers, and as he walked, fell to the ground out of sight.

The high dome of the castle hall is full of stars, clear and beautiful.The whole school was gathered in the hall, laughing and carnivaling almost crazily.Teachers and pupils sat at tables, or danced in the middle of the hall, and no one cared which house their partners belonged to, or which house flag hung above where they sat.

The door of the hall was closed, and the sound could only radiate from the castle for no more than a few tens of meters.But Hogwarts is too huge, with Forbidden Forest, Black Lake, and no smoking hunter's cabin, the whole school is only silent in the snowy night.At the main entrance, Snape carried his small suitcase and looked back for the last time.

It was already night, and the tall castle was outlined by the orange light, standing in a place far away that he could no longer reach.He's been there most of his life so far, and so has his boy.Heavy snowfalls fell on the water surface of the Black Lake, which became calm again, and on the lawn in front of the castle gate. It accumulated thicker and thicker until it was completely white.The sound of falling snow swallowed up all the sounds, all the ease and joy of the official end of the dark age, and the distance between him and the boy that should have been within reach.

He had to get out of there as soon as possible, before the trails of snow could show the way.

Snape pushed open the huge carved iron door.He turned around and closed the door, gathered up his clothes, and looked up at his starting point again.He stood quietly for a while, then turned and walked away from Hogwarts alone.He Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, and instead of apparating further, walked into the festive streets of Muggle singing Christmas carols, perfected by the snow on Christmas Eve.He slightly raised his head and made his usual proud and powerful posture, walking against the celebrating people until he was submerged in the boundless darkness.

The author has something to say: To be honest, I can understand Uncle Bella’s control attributes better. After all, Lao Fu should be quite charming before he was boiled out of that pot... After he boiled out, if he has a foundation of emotion, he can ignore the nose and lips up.I just want to know why the people who survived will have the ability to reproduce. Sorry for being wretched.

My favorability for Bella is not too low, in fact... my favorability for Neville is very high.So pull them out for a spin.It's a brave thing to have a say in a friend's decision.Maybe that's why I like Neville and don't like Lupine. Lupine is too realistic, too similar to us ordinary people.Lupine's choice may be the choice of most people, and maybe I will also choose this way, so seeing him is tantamount to admitting that he is not righteous. Who wants to admit that he is not perfect, right?Personally, I think it's better for fairy tales to be divorced from reality.

Speaking of this, I think of "The Treasonous Writer". The heroine is a writer who writes fairy tales for children. She said that demons and witches are in every fairy tale. These are the things that children's books will have, but Demons and witches are wardrobes for her.By the way, AR is super handsome in it, and its strength is finely divided, lol.The acting skills of the two are amazing, this movie can make me dumbfounded.And when it comes to fairy tales, there are always really scary things in them.About two years ago, I packed up my things and found many story books I read when I was a child. They were all short fairy tales. I flipped through them, and there were many deaths in them. Fight until you are eliminated, and there are some creeks that died due to environmental pollution, or there were famines in the past.Cook a bowl of porridge with a dozen grains of rice to save people, but starve to death before eating it, or choke to death because the wheat seedlings cannot be grown because of hunger.Hunger, fighting to get old and then being killed, loss caused by external force majeure, all kinds of cruelty from nature, almost no perfect and warm stories, and then I gave away all the books... In short, I read it when I grow up, These fairy tales made me uncomfortable. I thought how could I read them to children, but I didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable when I was a child.From then until now, I have been thinking about what made me feel uncomfortable seeing the fairy tales that I didn’t feel when I was a child, but I don’t think about it now, laughing.It may be that I finally understand how cruel death and parting are.Until I was 20 years old, I still read abuse articles, but not now, you see, I don’t abuse anymore.

But I agree with Bismarck's words that children of seven or eight years old can be brainwashed.It’s not just about politics, it’s also about behavior and thinking. Maybe it’s because of reading these fairy tales that I save water and feed wild cats when I meet them.The point may be the habit, the impact of these things, not necessarily the fear.Maybe children really have different brain circuits from adults, but brainwashing can really be rooted.scary.And then I thought, fortunately, Chinese fairy tales are all about the power of nature, and there are very few struggles between human beings in foreign countries.It would be okay if human beings fight between heroes and dragons, but Urobuchi Gen’s kind without right or wrong would be too terrifying.Children can not see, laugh.

Ah, I suddenly remembered that fairy tales and movies have been talked about too much, laughing. SS got to the bottom of it, completely confessed, and even more frankly, there is no other way, hahaha.This article will be over as soon as I finish writing it... Accelerate and accelerate~