[SSHP] End of life

Harry's head felt heavy when he regained consciousness.He raised his hand, and so did his hand.There were bursts of crying nearby, mixed with soft comforting voices, and it was so busy that it was hard to tell how many people there were.Someone else was shaking him hard.

A familiar voice scolded loudly, but Harry couldn't remember who the voice belonged to, and the shaking stopped.Harry tried hard to open his eyes. He felt that his eyelids were as heavy as lead. If he could lift his hands, he would push them up with his fingers to save himself some effort.But after unremitting efforts, he finally opened his eyes.

The sudden light made Harry very uncomfortable, and he tried to take a deep breath while squinting his eyes.There are many shadows moving around, and someone beside him is shouting: "He's awake!"

His eyes slowly focused, and the person in front of him was Luna, holding a pair of glasses made of the carapace of an unknown creature in her hand.Ginny glared at Luna angrily, but Luna didn't realize it.

"Look, I'll just say, just get the sleeping bugs out of his way..."

"Oh... Harry! Harry!" Mrs. Weasley rushed to Harry's bedside, bent down and hugged him, crying bitterly.Harry looked away in bewilderment, looking past the window, which was still dark outside.There is an eye-catching Dark Mark in the night sky, no one cares about it, and there is a lot of noise in the distance.More than half of Mrs Weasley's weight was on top of him, almost suffocating him.

"I've been here all this time?" Harry asked.His voice was very hoarse.

"My boy! How did you go after those Death Eaters alone! If they hadn't been running away... when we found you, you were next to Hagrid's house..."

Harry didn't pay any more attention to what was said next.His thoughts finally recovered from 12 Grimmauld Place.The person talking beside him and hugging him was really Mrs. Weasley, why were they at Hogwarts?Where's Hermione?Where is Ron?Why were they not with him?Could it be...

"Wait!" Harry yelled, terrified.His vocal cords appear to have been completely broken.He struggled desperately: "Where's Hermione? Where's Ron! Did they—"

"I'm here, Harry." Hermione's hair was disheveled and her face was full of exhaustion.She came over and stroked her hair: "Ron is fine. It's just—"

Harry found Hermione's voice very strange.He broke free from Mrs Weasley's arms and looked around.He was lying on a bed near the door in the hospital wing, and Bill was lying on the bed next to the door, with shocking scars on his face, and he seemed to be asleep.Fleur was holding Bill's hand and was applying a green ointment to his face with a determined, loving expression.Harry was almost certain: something seemed to have happened while he was unconscious - Mrs Weasley would definitely do her best to prevent Fleur from being alone with Bill when she was around.

Harry turned his head. There were a few more beds on the other side of him.After spotting blood on one of them, a sense of foreboding came over him almost entirely.He grabbed the glasses and put them on, tried to support his body, and looked further away.

The innermost bed was surrounded airtightly.Harry was surprised to see Lupine and Tonks, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, standing side by side.At the end of the bed, Arthur, George, and Fred were there, but they weren't surrounded by their own family.Who is in that bed?Ron's voice came from the crowd, muffled, and he couldn't make out what he was saying.

"Harry!" After a while, Ron's head came out of the gap between Lupine and Arthur. His expression was different from before. It was worse than being devastated. Harry couldn't think of a suitable adjective. He looked more like a soul. was emptied. "Harry, come here, Neville - Neville - wants to see you -"

Mrs. Weasley straightened up and gave Harry a look, her eyes filled with tears.Ginny and Hermione reached out to Harry and helped him up.The body is still heavy, but the sense of control has returned.It was good to feel alive again, even with the pain... Harry staggered around the bedposts, and the people on the sides of the bed made their way silently.

Neville lying there could only be described as tattered.All the clothes on his upper body had been taken off, and there were three shocking wounds on his exposed chest and abdomen, which were bleeding continuously, staining a large area of ​​the bed sheet red.His face was pale.Madam Pomfrey and several unknown therapists were applying ointment to the bleeding wound in vain, muttering various spells in their mouths.Those therapists had St. Mungo's logo on their hats.Harry shook off the girls who were supporting him, and rushed to the bed in a staggered way: "How could this be?"

No one answered.Madam Pomfrey kept shaking her head, tears slipped into the corners of her mouth, dripped down her chin, and she continued to cast spells. "What's going on!" Harry yelled at Ron.Ron huddled in his chair, his lips trembling, and he just shook his head, unable to say anything.

Wounds that even professional healers at St. Mungo's could not heal must have been caused by very powerful black magic.Harry remembered that Malfoy's wound had been this deep when he hit Malfoy with the sharp blade.The spell that Snape was chanting was like a low song - and the bleeding wound slowly healed.What is his spell?Can't remember...not even a syllable!Harry shook his head like an angry beast, hating himself for being incompetent, hating himself for being brainless, if he'd been paying attention, if he'd remembered—! !He gasped and beat his head hard.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled and rushed forward, pulling his hand away from Tonks.Harry was still shaking wildly, trying to break free.Neville raised a trembling hand and grabbed Harry's wrist.

Harry didn't notice the limp, cold hand, and struggled to shake Neville's hand away.Neville's body swayed, more blood oozing from the wound on his shoulder.He grunted in pain.

The painful sound woke Harry.He came back to himself suddenly, apologized incoherently, and grabbed Neville's hand that he had just thrown on the quilt.Neville's lip was broken, no one cared about this small cut, and even if his lip bled for an hour, it wouldn't be as much as one-tenth of the blood from one of his arms.

Neville smiled, showing his blood-stained white teeth.He looked as if he had suddenly gained some strength.

At some point, Harry realized, the healers' spells had completely stopped.The only sound in the room was the sobbing of the women, and Neville's heavy breathing.He was panting like a broken bellows.

"Harry, everyone's still fighting! We - won't give up!" Neville took a deep breath and shouted with all the strength in his body.But his voice was just barely audible.Ginny covered her mouth and took a step back. Harry squeezed Neville's hand and nodded desperately.Neville looked much more relieved, his gaze shifted behind Harry, where Luna was slowly moving over from the end of the bed.

Neville seemed to have finished what he wanted to say to Harry.He looked at Luna and tried to say something, but everyone only saw the movement of his lips, and no one heard the sound.Realizing this, Neville looked at Luna with fear and desperation in his eyes, something he hadn't shown even in the face of the murderous Death Eaters.He opened his mouth wide and inhaled vigorously, but the last syllable could not come out, and his pupils began to dilate gradually.A tear fell from the corner of his eye, hanging on the scabbed and cracked blood on his face.The small drops of water were weakened little by little, and disappeared before reaching the ears.

The healers of St. Mungo's patted Madam Pomfrey on the shoulder, picked up their boxes and left the hospital wing.Ron covered his face with his hands, his upper body hunched between his knees, looking broken.George, or Fred, Harry wasn't in the mood to try to tell which was which, and put out a hand to close Neville's eyes.Harry held Neville's hand and refused to let go. Luna pushed Hermione away, walked around Harry, and walked to Neville's head.She sang a weird song, took off the colorful cork necklace that had been hanging around her neck, and hung it around Neville's neck.

"Alice and Frank have only one son..." Molly murmured.

"Listen." Luna interrupted.Her eyes stared straight at the darkness outside the window, and people reacted for a while before hearing a vague voice in the silence.The voice was ethereal, light and hollow, a sad song Harry had never heard before.Harry had heard the voice of Fawkes, it was Dumbledore's Phoenix.It is singing an elegy, Dumbledore is dead, Neville is dead, and it is mourning the lost spirits with singing.The sound is surrounded, and the direction is unclear. It seems to come from all directions, and it seems to be heard directly in the brain instead of hearing it with the ears.There was silence all around, only the tears of the women fell on the ground, making a slight noise.

Harry thought he could hear the tiniest sound, the distant chirping of insects in the Forbidden Forest, the snapping of branches under the weight of their fruit, and he felt that everyone must have heard the phoenix singing.The lament of the phoenix dispelled the poisonous fog in Hogwarts—the invisible poisonous fog in everyone's heart and side, and Harry felt very warm, although he didn't understand why.

The singing stopped.Harry thought it was Phoenix's voice that suddenly became softer, so he listened hard.Time froze for a second or two, and suddenly, dazzling white light filled the world, like the sun at noon in midsummer, a piece of pure and intense white.Harry threw himself at the window, the white light faded, and it was still night outside.He looked up, and the Dark Mark that had been shining above the castle disappeared, and the night sky had returned to its original deep calm.

Harry closed his eyes.He knew that the phoenix was gone, that it hadn't died in the flames, that it would never come back.

After an unknown time, Professor McGonagall staggered into the medical wing.Standing by the window, Harry was sure that all the chaos of the night had been sorted out.He might never see the real Dumbledore again, even if it was no longer warm.

"Harry, you must know what happened - Hagrid sent you here - you were with Professor Dumbledore! Don't you! Professor Dumbledore -"

Harry was silent.The bloodstains on Professor McGonagall's face made her look very fierce, as if going back thousands of years, the ancient and fierce Scottish blood was resurrected in her body.

"Harry! Tell me who—who did it! Who killed—"

Everyone was looking at Harry.

"Snape." Harry said, when he said the name, his brain suddenly became numb, and his tongue became unlike his own. under my cloak. I couldn't do anything. Malfoy disarmed Professor Dumbledore with his wand, but he didn't do it. Then the Death Eaters came, and so did Snape... I watched him kill Professor Dumbledore."

"Dumbledore... dead?" Tonks repeated softly.

"Dead," replied Harry mechanically. "It's Snape." He repeated the name, dazed.He was suddenly not sure if what he saw in the Astronomy Tower was a fantasy, or if Snape's tears at 12 Grimmauld Place were real.He even felt that what happened that night was an extremely realistic nightmare, he just still didn't wake up.

All eyes were on him.But he only felt that he wanted to go out for a walk and be alone.

"Dead—" McGonagall didn't seem to realize that Dumbledore was no longer with them until Harry answered in the affirmative.She stared at Harry, looking completely speechless from the shock.

"I watched him fall off the Astronomy Tower," said Harry.

Dumbledore disappeared.Including all his arrangements, the truth of this incident - Snape was the murderer.He is a Death Eater.But he could no longer believe that Snape was just a cranky Death Eater.He looked at the ground, and everything seemed distant and strange.

Meg shook a bit.Large tears rolled down her thin cheeks.

Seeing McGonagall like this, Harry felt dull that what he said was inappropriate.But he was very tired right now and didn't want to comfort anyone anymore.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound behind Harry, and when he turned his head, it was Lupine who fell to the ground, hitting the bedside table.Tonks bent down to help, but she seemed to be exhausted, and she couldn't get up no matter what, and finally slid and sat beside Lupin.Harry had never seen Lupine lose control, he was always calm, but now he was shaking more than Ron.Harry was taken aback by the way Lupine looked, as if consciousness had just returned to him, and he began to re-watch everyone's faces.

It's all so sad and hesitant.Even Luna's eyes were out of focus.

"He said - he said he didn't want to hear anyone say something suspicious about Snape - I thought - thought he must have something we didn't know -"

"Snape tricked Dumbledore!" Harry cried.He thought maybe everyone also needed a target, something to be determined first, otherwise they might not even be able to get through the rest of the long night.His voice is very loud, as if what he said is the established fact as long as he speaks loudly, as if he can pretend that the inexplicable discomfort in his heart does not exist as long as he does not go through the brain," he told Professor Dumbledore, saying that he regretted killing killed my parents, saying he didn't realize it would kill my parents when he told Voldemort—”

"That's it—" said Lupine sharply.

"How could he regret it!" Harry tried to raise his voice, speaking quickly, trying to shake Snape's tearful face from his mind, "He hates my father! He despises my mother! He called my mother Mudblood - how could he regret it -!!!" It occurred to him that Snape had deducted points from Slytherin lividly because of a Mudblood, and that was the only time he had deducted points from his house. "He lied to Dumbledore - his Occlumency is good, he must be -"

"Harry! You should go to rest now." Mrs. Weasley suddenly came from the side, she hugged him and cut off his words.Her face was covered with tears, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. It wasn't until the arm outside the short sleeve touched her skin that Harry felt his hand was very cold, as if his whole body was frozen.

He remembered Mrs Weasley also holding him in the hospital wing on the day of Cedric's death.He never remembered anyone who hugged him like this, like his mother.Two years have passed.She is not as tall as him now.

"Thanks, I don't have to. Who else died?" he said calmly.

No one answered him.They looked at him as if he was the only treasure right now.They treat him with care, as if he were a fragile crystal ball.

"Okay. I'm going to sleep..." He murmured, and walked slowly back to his own room surrounded by everyone, and lay down and pulled the quilt over his head.In the darkness, there were no footsteps, no one spoke.

He thought he was numb, but he was still scared.All emotion seemed to pour out in the yelling, and he felt he could stop grieving Dumbledore's death, and even stop hating Snape.At least temporarily.Should he be curious about Snape, whether Dumbledore believed the wrong person, whether the professors should regret not believing him... none of that mattered to him.He just wants to sleep now.Maybe when he woke up, he would find that Dumbledore was actually still alive, and that Snape was still that greasy old bastard with no feelings.Maybe the sun will be very bright and he will get up and have breakfast as usual and have a perfect day when nothing has happened.

The author has something to say: Who thought Xiaoha was reborn in the last chapter?laugh~