[SSHP] End of life

"Percy is not at home all the time, and his house has been treated as a warehouse by us." Molly said, as if the memories of Percy's departure had faded into insignificance, she patted her affectionately Leigh's back, "You're so big, you should be given some freedom. George! Help Harry move his stuff into his new room—"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, I think I can do it myself." Harry interrupted Molly with a wry smile.

What can he carry?He has long since run out of luggage.His backpack and owl cage had turned into a bright ball of fire during the previous night of running and chasing, and the Firebolt|arrow that Sirius had sent him fell into the night while the moped tumbled.It's not that Mrs. Weasley didn't know about it, she must just be trying to keep him busy.She just wanted to separate him from Ron and Hermione.

He couldn't tell the truth about the task Dumbledore gave him.Maybe it's a good idea to use Molly to keep Ron and Hermione at bay, he can't keep dragging them in, they've already sacrificed too much.For him, Fleur even arranged the wedding to be held in England, which was very difficult for the romantic French, especially for her with Veela blood.Whenever he thought about it, Harry felt ashamed that he had echoed his friends in their taunts about Fleur before - well, he was still very suspicious of her brains, but there was no doubt that she was brave and kind.

After attending Bill and Fleur's wedding, leaving quietly immediately is what he should do.He was like one of those mosquito lamps that Aunt Petunia had just bought in July, and Death Eaters would jump at him wherever he was.Of course, the danger of the Death Eaters could not only be aimed at himself.

Harry made his own bed and looked out the window.The garden had been magically enlarged by several people in the morning, and half of the open space was already filled with tables and chairs, above which was a white canvas canopy.The weather was fine, and the sun shone on the clean white cloth, a bit dazzling.

Sunshine, colorful and pure tents, tables and chairs, weddings, these ordinary things in the current situation made Harry feel a kind of courage to face the future.He smiled slightly, looked away from the white tent and turned his head.The next second, he was startled, because Ginny stood beside him at some point, and she walked without making a sound.

"Hi." Harry greeted stiffly.He felt as if his face was sealed with wax, and it was difficult for him to move his muscles freely.

"Harry." Ginny replied, also dryly, as if she didn't know what to say like Harry.

Harry rubbed his hands.He feels very uncomfortable now, not because he is at a loss when facing someone he likes, nor is he embarrassed when facing a lover who just broke up, in fact he feels that he can see Ginny as a sister again in such a short period of time Very unbelievable.He was just wondering if Ginny offered that she could go with him, like her brother Ron and her friend Hermione - they all knew they were going to drop out together, and how he should say no.

The last time they were alone briefly was after Dumbledore's funeral.Thinking about it now, it seems like ten years have passed.Ginny was still Ginny; but he felt that his feelings for her had become very foreign.

"Harry, do we have to keep silent like this? It's just that we just broke up a few weeks ago and have become so strange?" Ginny raised her hand, as if wanting to brush the hair on her forehead, but put her hand down again in frustration ,Sighed.

"I'm not... I'm just..." Harry searched for words, "I just don't want to be near you anymore, it'll be worse for you when I'm gone. I think it's better if we don't talk...we shouldn't create We will miss each other’s memories more.”

Ginny stared at Harry, as if judging the truth in what he said.She wasn't crying, and she didn't look like she was going to.Strong, that's one of the things Harry loves about Ginny.She didn't become delicate because of having six older brothers. In many cases, she seemed to be very determined and didn't need Harry to comfort her when she was extremely irritable or in extreme pain.This strength had been a consolation to Harry.

"Okay," she said finally, "actually Mommy asked me to bring you the mattress." She pointed to Harry's bed, which had just been made with a large, thick mattress.

Harry glanced at the mattress, regretting a little that he had chosen to make the bed first.Now he has to do it again.

"I don't know when you're going to leave, and I don't want to leave a letter in your backpack like a little girl, hoping you'll see it someday. Maybe this is the last time we'll talk alone - all I want to say is , good luck to you, Harry. And, happy 17th birthday coming up." She said, and walked away like the wind.The door of the room was closed by her, and there was a crisp sound that was not light or heavy.

"Hey, Harry." After a while, the head of one of the twins poked in through the crack of the door, and Harry only confirmed that it was George when his head was all in, and his ears were intact, "I have to see you Is your face still healthy? Did you get slapped by our fierce little sister just now?"

"You hell-bent bastard!" Fred pushed George into the room, and he followed, laughing and imitating Ginny's voice.

"Not at all." Harry said with a smile, looking at the twins who could not be defeated by any hardship, "Your throat is too thin."

"Don't say that, Fred. Our little Harry is unlucky enough." George bumped his brother with a shoulder. Remember this? You stood by the shelf with Hermione looking at it for a long time." He said it lightly, as if Harry was about to go on a long trip to a faraway place rather than embark on a perilous journey.Fred stepped forward, jumped onto the windowsill and sat down, took out a few small boxes from his pocket, spread them out in his hands, and held them out for Harry to see.

Harry picked up a locket, Daydreaming Charms.The picture on the big box was shrunk down, and it was still as delicate as it was printed on the box.He looked at the two people on the deck of the pirate ship, and imagined that the handsome young man was himself, and the girl beside him was Ginny.This box seemed to have magical powers, and just looking at it could immerse him in beautiful fantasies for a while.But then he realized that the destination of his voyage was an island belonging to Voldemort, and the little interest he had had before was quickly wiped out.

"Thank you." He said, picking up a box, "Of course I have the necessary spiritual support, but I think having too many sweet dreams will make me lose my courage."

"As expected of our savior." George said, walking over to give Harry a hug. "Of course, if you need something else before you go, just come and get it. We can supply it to you for free at any time."

"That's right!" Fred clapped his hands, "You are our largest shareholder."

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When Harry walked into Ron's house, he was surprised to find Hermione there too.She was packing up the books nervously, picked up a book, looked at the cover, and put it on top of a stack of books.After reading all the books, a new round of picking started again. "Hermione, what are you doing?" Harry asked suspiciously.Ron had been lying on the bed bored, obviously watching Hermione do this job for some time.

"Considering which books we should take with us in our hunt for Horcruxes," said Hermione, putting down and picking up the book she was holding, evidently reluctant.

"What's in your hand?" Harry leaned over to look.

"Hogwarts: A School History," said Hermione, smoothing her hair a little irritably. "I know I don't need this, but it always makes me feel safe when I leave school."

"Take it then," said Harry.He had already decided to abandon his weakness, and planned to leave alone when Bill and Fleur's wedding ended the day after tomorrow.As long as he leaves, he can never look back and never look forward to it.Let Hermione take whatever she wants - she'll be back at school with all her books anyway.

"You - don't - go on your own." Hermione glanced at Harry and poked a finger in his chest. "Don't think I can't see what you're thinking. I managed to get on Weasley." Mrs. stalking, finding these times to pack up, she's been trying to keep us apart since this morning. I thought we'd made it clear enough! I thought you'd accepted it! Don't start your business at this time. Heroism! You know I've been packing these up every day these days to leave? I've sorted them out so many times. Don't—break me! Harry! You know we've had years to think about, Now the result of our consideration is still the same. The Iron Triangle is indispensable. My parents have been taken to Australia by me. After everything is over, I will bring them back. If we don’t come back, they will forget about me This daughter will be happy..." Hermione paused, pushed Ron away who wanted to hug her, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, "Ron, take Harry upstairs and tell him to see what you do what."

Harry blinked.He decided to cooperate with them, and everything was up to them.If they wanted him to see something, he would.If he decided to go, no one could stop him, let alone Ron, who might not be able to Disapparate safely just yet.

Ron looked at Hermione, obviously hesitant.

"Ron, tell him to read it. He has no idea that we have already made a decision and there is no chance of turning back. If you don't show him now, he will continue to commit his foolishness!"

"Okay." Ron shrugged, climbed out of bed and put on his shoes slowly, "Come with me, Harry."

"So the three of you are here." Molly poked her head in from the door of Ron's room, walked around the stunned Ron, and put her arms around the shoulders of Harry and Hermione who were standing frozen in place, "Good boy, hurry up." Come to help. The wedding is the day after tomorrow and we have to get the presents done as soon as possible, and there's a lot of them in the drawing room."

Hermione gave Ron an anxious look and hurried down the stairs.Molly still had her arms around Harry's shoulders, continuing to talk as she walked down.She spoke quickly and chattered endlessly: "Arthur went to pick up Fleur's parents. Harry, the day after tomorrow also happens to be your birthday. We finished the wedding in the afternoon, so they just stayed until the evening to hold your birthday party. Adult There is only one chance for everyone, which is very rare. If possible, I really want to give you a big cake at the wedding. Unfortunately, the situation is too tense now, the house is surrounded by protective spells, and we can't promise to attend the wedding Will the people give away your location after drinking too much champagne. You have to change your appearance..."

Harry nodded, silently feeling the warmth of Mrs Weasley's palm on his shoulder.Molly led him to the living room, gave him a deep look, and walked towards the kitchen.Harry stood there a little sadly. He had brought too much trouble and pain to Mrs. Weasley. If he had known that this would end up like this, he would not have lost the most important family and friendship in his life. Chosen to sit in the same cubicle as Ron that summer when he was 11.

The author has something to say: Although the mosquito killer lamp is written... British mosquitoes really don't bite people, it's amazing.