[SSHP] End of life

Sunset and sun rose, and the rest of September flew by.Their constant movement across the peninsula of England, the lack of sleep and the travel, Harry thought were the worst days he had ever had.Fortunately, Ron's injury has finally fully recovered, and he can already keep vigil normally.Harry had never felt so important to share a few hours before.

There is still no clue where the Jinbei is hiding, and the other Horcrux can't be deduced either.Since they couldn't find a way to destroy the locket, the three had to take turns wearing the locket on their bodies.The fact that the locket would make people uncomfortable was revealed after Harry fainted suddenly. For this, Harry was severely taught by Hermione.

As time goes on, the initial reluctant optimism is worn away bit by bit.The lack of food, the endless moving, the whining and the frustration made Harry feel both impatient and deeply guilty.

In this unfavorable situation, the presence of Ron and Hermione gave him a lot of support.They stuck by his side, comforted by Hermione's wisdom and Ron's unspoken support.

With less and less food to be found in the wild, they had to sneak closer to the fringes of small villages.Hermione insisted on leaving some money at the door of the person whose food was taken at first, but then gave up, because maybe they would need the money later.There seems to be no end to the exile, with no end in sight, only vague goals and plans that never seem to come true.On many days they were unable to travel because of the rain, cold and hungry, and the noise of the rain annoyed everyone.Such days became even more unbearable when Ron was wearing a Horcrux.

Until one day, they found a deserted valley.At noon that day, Harry sneaked into a supermarket in a small town recklessly. Although he was reprimanded by Hermione for a long time when he came back, Harry knew that under the reprimand, everyone was actually genuinely happy.After a long absence, they had a full meal and decided to stay here for a day.There had been no rain for three or four days, and they could rest and go on their way refreshed.

Harry was familiar with the expressions of his friend.Ron had rarely shown such undisguised pleasure before.One of the reasons is probably that he took off the locket and became as easy going as before.He offered to be on the first shift, followed by Hermione, and then Harry.He had a dozen hours to rest before it was Harry's turn.

Ron was outside the tent and Hermione was sleeping, having kept watch the night before.But Harry guessed she wouldn't sleep for long before getting back to reading her book.Each of them flipped through the books in vain, trying to find some new clues among the words that had been read countless times, but so far they have not been able to find any.

Harry was also in his own bed, and he kept watch until the latter part of the night.He didn't feel pain all over his body until he lay down flat.There was something hard in his pocket that hit him hard as he lay down, almost waking him up completely.He took it out to see that it was a daydream spell that he had long forgotten.It's been so long, and it hasn't been lost yet.

Harry dumped everything on the bed.The Marauder's Map, newspapers so worn out that they can no longer be read, Snape's figurine, daydreaming spells, fragments of a two-way mirror.He put away things again and again, threw away the newspaper, and put the fragments of the two-way mirror into the small dragon skin bag.Now there was nothing left for him to forget.

He was terribly sleepy, and the frustration and loneliness of the days had nearly shattered his nerves.If this small box is used now, it may be possible to continue the dream until he wakes up.It's rare that they don't have to change positions within 12 hours... But who does he want?The instructions on the back of the box state that before using this item, you need to concentrate on making the person you want to see appear in your mind.

Harry held the box, and his memory went back to that afternoon that was a few months ago, but it seemed so far away.Ginny smiled beside him, the sun was bright, and Fred sat on the windowsill.

Inexplicably, he thought of the storybook he secretly read when he was a child.There is a short story called seven-color flower, and each petal can fulfill a wish.Dudley, who was only six years old at that time, kept making noises, asking Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon to find him a seven-color flower. In the end, the uncle who couldn't find the flower had to grant Dudley's seven wishes. Before the age of 11, during those difficult times, Harry would secretly wonder how, if he had such a flower, he would use it sparingly.Now he only has a limited petal in his hand.If only he had taken all the daydream spells back then.

Harry rolled over and settled himself into a comfortable position.Who should I dream about better?

Sirius?They were so happy together, but his recklessness ruined everything.Even in his dream, he wanted to say sorry to his godfather.

Ginny?He had to tell her that he hoped that she would be safe and not lose any of her relatives, even if they never saw each other again.

Or parents?He always wanted to make up for the good times he might have had with them.

Harry rubbed his eyes.There were so many people he wanted to see, he almost fell asleep thinking about it just now.He moved his body slightly on the bed and decided to let the box choose for himself.The magic items of the Weasley brothers had always been credible, and he had every reason to believe that it could help him unearth his deepest thoughts.Maybe it will be the last person he thinks of before going to bed, at least it won't fail because he doesn't think about anyone.

Whoever dreamed it counted, Harry thought.He pinched it with his tired hands, and the small box in his hand became a flat piece.Almost immediately, Harry fell asleep.

After a long spell of dizziness passed, Harry felt himself floating.He passed through the clouds, passing patches of patchwork fields and mirror-like ponds, and saw the railway track leading to the distance, the sea at the end of the railway track, rolling mountains, and finally forests and huge lakes.The red steam train was running on the track, and a familiar castle appeared in the distance. It was Hogwarts and the Astronomy Tower.After thousands of years of wind and frost, the rough stone has become rough, simple and uneven, and Harry was quickly sucked in.

He hit the ground and rolled, but because it was a dream, he didn't feel any pain.Maybe it was too tired, although in the dream, Harry still felt so tired that he even wanted to close his eyes.

He lay blankly on the ground for a while, and found a shadow blocking the light.He rubbed his face, and propped himself up on the ground in the center of the Astronomy Tower.The black figure with his back facing him stood in the gap of the wall where Dumbledore had fallen, against the light, the black robe fluttered slightly in the wind.

Harry watched this back view for six years.When this figure walked quickly through the corridor, the hem of the black robe would always roll into a dark cloud behind him, bringing unparalleled momentum and pressure.He was always striding forward, aggressive.

And he's always been that tall.

In the dream, both hate and longing become less obvious.This allowed Harry to ignore the suspicion and unhappiness that had happened, and take a good look at this person who was almost engraved in his bones, but he never seemed to have looked at it seriously.The figure standing there was tall and thin. Looking at the back of this figure, Harry felt both strange and familiar.All these years, it seems that only the days of schooling at Hogwarts are normal life - he has been away from Hogwarts for too long.

The man in black robe stood silently on the top of the high astronomy tower alone, looking at the blood-like setting sun in the distance.Time flies by at an unknown number of times. The sun is setting and the sun is rising. In the cold morning air, the dementors are scattered in the sky above Hogwarts. Their bones-like hands are exposed from the cuffs. The tattered hem fluttered like a tattered battle flag.A slow and melodious morning bell sounded in Hogsmeade village in the distance, and the long ringing reverberated in the sky as long as a century.The man stood there motionless.

Harry tried to get up and move around, but found himself unable to move, so he continued to sit where he was.I don't know how long it took, it seemed that it was already evening, and a white mist gradually rose in the air, Snape still didn't move.

At some point, Harry floated up.His body slowly drifted around the new headmaster of Hogwarts uncontrollably.He could see Snape's back, his sculptural, brooding face.He stood upright under the damp and dark sky, looking down at the queues of children entering the gate below.

The children marched into the castle.Soon, all sounds and living things disappeared in the empty courtyard.Harry waved his hands, trying to grab a rock to stop himself, but he couldn't catch anything.Snape's expression was still blank, his eyes were black and cold, and it was impossible to judge his emotions from his face.Harry noticed that his gaze was far away, as if through years of time, gazing intently at a person or a track, tangible or intangible.

When Harry's body circled the seventh time, it finally stopped as it wished.He floated to the center of the Astronomy Tower, feeling a heavy loneliness.The source of that loneliness may be the people standing there, or the thousand years of the castle.This kind of loneliness invaded from all directions, and the overwhelming sense of loneliness almost engulfed him. He felt desperate, as if he was the only one left in the world.

In a daze, Harry seemed to see Dumbledore again under the window of the Astronomy Tower.Dumbledore grew shorter as his body slid down the wall.Harry clearly heard the great wizard say Snape's name, very softly.Harry was sure he was begging.

Snape was still standing there, and another Snape appeared at the door.That Snape's eyes were empty, and he was fully dressed in the middle of the night when the curfew was long gone.

Harry moved his eyes to Dumbledore's face.Dumbledore's elbow rested on the bottom of the window frame, which kept his body from sliding down.Contrary to the weak, pleading voice, his gaze was full of persecution and composure.

"Severus...please..."

Dumbledore's body was sent flying into the air with a flash of green light.He seemed to stay under the huge green skull for a second, and at that second, his expression froze into An Ran, as if he was finally freed from weakness and pain, and it seemed that something he had planned had finally been successfully completed .Then he fell into the deep darkness like a big tattered doll.

Harry woke up with a start.

He lay on his back on the bed, and it took him a while to realize where he was.The Daydream Curse Box was still in his hand, he let go, and it fell on the bed.

He thought he'd be dreaming of Ginny, or Dumbledore, or Sirius, but not Snape anyway.Candles flickered in the tent, but no one was there.He raised his hands to his eyes, hands trembling.

He poured himself a cup of tea and drank it down.His hands were still trembling, and he realized that it might be a memory that he kept close to him all the time, but couldn't confirm the details because he couldn't find the Pensieve, or it might be a fantasy born of his eagerness for Snape's help.The twilight from the top of the tent reveals a faint orange color, and it is probably already evening.He got up from the bed and walked to the door. The setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky red like blood, and the silhouettes of flying birds flashed through the afterglow of the slanting light.Ron and Hermione were whispering something under a tree not far away, their sneakers were stepping on the yellow dry grass, and there were warm scenes of dusk everywhere.

Unlike the icy, heavy smog of distant Scotland, the skies here are warm and peaceful in colour.Under the sun, the cold hands and feet in the dream gradually eased, and the fact that he was not alone in the fight with his companions strongly soothed Harry's heart.

Harry stood alone at the door of the tent, which was reflected orange by the setting sun, looking up at the shadows of the mountains in the distance.It seemed that as long as he looked far away, he could see Hogwarts, the Astronomy Tower, and the biggest mystery in his life so far.

Whenever he thought of Snape, that weeping face was clearer than anything else.It was this face that made him more and more shaken, and all inquiries came from it, just because he clearly knew that the tears and sorrow that night would never be faked.A person who lives in betrayal and lies, he can find out his conscience for a while, but it is impossible to keep a heart in his chest for a long time.

Dumbledore's portrait hung at Hogwarts before he died.Each headmaster's portrait cannot be forcibly removed, nor destroyed, except by destroying the castle or obtaining his permission.All the portraits at Hogwarts can move freely in all the frames. Even if Voldemort had placed eyeliner everywhere, it would be impossible for him to spy on every professor's bedroom.The Order of the Phoenix is ​​still active, and DA must not have given up. If Snape is really a traitor, how can he still live well until now?No matter how fast he reacts, he is just a normal person.Dumbledore was still the spiritual leader of most people. If he ordered the assassination, Snape might be able to escape a few times, but he could not always successfully hide.

Maybe Dumbledore and all the professors are trying to keep the students from being murdered by the Death Eaters, and this alone consumes all their energy, and they don't have time to deal with this traitor for the time being?Snape once betrayed Voldemort. Although he doesn't know how he finally gained Dumbledore's trust, but once betrayed, there can be a second time.

— There can also be a third time.

Did Dumbledore really trust Snape?What made Dumbledore trust Snape so much that he was willing to bail him out himself, and refused to tell anyone why he believed him until his death?

Harry closed his eyes, realizing with frustration that he'd been thinking for a moment, and the conclusion he'd come to was still bullshit.Snape, of course, can only be two identities - either a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or a Death Eater.

But he couldn't help wondering how much he would have believed in Snape if it hadn't been for Dumbledore.He thought about what Snape had done, filled with puzzlement and thin resentment.If Snape extended his friendship to Harry Potter because he hated James Potter, then he was Lily Potter's friend and should extend his friendship to Harry Potter too!He is such a person who will retaliate, but he is also so self-controlled and arrogant-he can only continue his hatred with peace of mind after paying off all the kindness of James.What about what he owed Lily?They had been friends, Lily had stood up for him many times, and he owed Lily his life.How could he not give back Lily's life?

Harry sighed.As long as it had something to do with Snape, the more he thought about it, the more he felt his head was in a mess.He could only ask the headmaster or Snape himself for confirmation of these questions, and he certainly didn't think either of these two people would tell him the truth obediently.Besides, he realized that as time went by, his curiosity about Snape had grown, and had a tendency to take over.While Snape would be a great help, until he's identified, it doesn't bode well to believe in a Slytherin who is still likely to be an enemy and delusional that he can help you .

At least Snape couldn't help him kill Voldemort with a Death Curse.Even if he is really Dumbledore's spy for Voldemort, it is impossible.He has to rely on himself.

Ron and Hermione noticed Harry and were smiling and waving at him.Harry smiled wryly, realizing for the first time that he was extremely innocent.No Quidditch training, no homework, no wits with Slytherin, every day except looking for food, is thinking hard about Horcruxes or thinking about Snape - thank God this daydream curse didn't happen because of him Always thinking of Horcruxes and making him dream of Voldemort.But what did he know about Snape?Childhood misfortune, was good friends with his mother but broke up in the end, was at odds with the robbery quartet, annotated textbooks, nicknamed himself a half-blood prince, probably didn't like bathing, was hung upside down and picked up Pants, almost killed by a werewolf?He was more familiar with Snape as a teacher.Eccentric and unreasonable, mean, always embarrassing Gryffindor, staring at him at the first meeting and making no secret of his disgust.All in all very annoying.

How many people know what the fuck wormwood and aconitum are in first grade?And he was forced to know it in his first class in first grade.He can remember these three questions for a lifetime.

Harry suddenly felt that Snape had become a problem for him.This man is like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle or a puzzle game with a few clues missing. Each puzzle is followed by another bigger puzzle. If you don't put it together completely, you can't even know how many layers he has.

He also gave his friends a smile.He secretly made up his mind that if he could still see Snape, he would ask before he died even if he died.He could have nothing in his life, but he had to get all the answers about Snape.

The author has something to say: I am writing a movie.laugh.

The movie was really well shot, mainly Rowling joined.I felt that the astronomical tower where the HP7 came up was really impressive. I always wanted to use it and finally succeeded.The Astronomy Tower is really a holy place, hahaha.

So it doesn't matter whether the dream is a shared memory or a real daydream.Whether the box worked or failed, I don’t really know myself, lol.Including that little bottle of memory.

After all, the soul is amazing, right?

Suddenly I found myself so obsessed with the crying face of SS, lol.Maybe the impact was too big when I read the original.

Please ignore that Harry does not change his pants for N years, thank you.After all, there is a spell, otherwise, who would do the laundry, right?

Celebrate Qixi Festival, double update.If you have time, three more.I wish you all a happy Tanabata, laugh.