[SSHP] End of life

Suppressing the pain in his lungs and the feeling of suffocation, Harry crookedly walked up a long silver gravel road under the push and push of the search team.He recognized the road, the gravel that had been kicked all over the ground had been sorted out, and the manor was quiet and beautiful under the moonlight.The fountain was gurgling softly.The temperature here is higher than in the north, and there is no snow.A huge shadow flitted over their heads, and one of Harry flinched - but he quickly recognized that it was just a huge white peacock.Someone was yelling something, someone was cursing under his breath.

"What's going on?" said a woman's voice coldly.A beam of light hit them.

"We've caught a few people, maybe a few Slytherins among them," the nonchalant voice answered.This time there was caution in his tone.

"Who said you could—"

"Bring them in. Narcissa, bring them in," said a drawn, lazy voice.Harry's heart sank to his stomach - it was Lucius Malfoy.He is a very strong wizard.

Now Harry didn't know how they were going to escape.Once they were really locked in the dungeon of Malfoy's house, could they still escape?But now he didn't dare to resist at all.If he resisted, they would face a room full of Death Eaters in their prime, bound and wandless.Harry frantically tried to find a solution, but his brain refused to serve him.

"It happens that my son Draco is at home, maybe he can help identify it." Narcissa Malfoy said, leading them into the hall.The bright lights in the house made Harry feel dizzy after being out in the dark for too long.After a while, he managed to open his eyes.This was a spacious and grand room that was completely different from what he had seen last time. The carpet was embroidered with gold and silver threads, there were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and many portraits hung on the dark purple walls.As the prisoners were forced in by the Snatchers, two figures rose from their seats in front of the ornate marble fireplace.

"That's them?" Lucius asked.Narcissa's voice said beside Harry, "Draco, come here."

Harry squinted to see Draco Malfoy - a figure slightly taller than him.The figure rose from the armchair and approached slowly.Beneath the pale blond hair was a pale, thin, fuzzy face.

Greyback turned the prisoners again, so that they stood directly under the chandelier. "These are the three," he said. "This one," he pushed Harry, "said he was Cattermole's son."

Harry was facing the mirror over the mantelpiece, a large gilt mirror with elaborate scrollwork on its frame.Through the slits in his eyes he saw himself in the mirror for the first time since leaving Grimmauld Place.His face was covered with sores, and he was so disgusted that he couldn't look directly at it.Draco obviously thought the same as him, his eyes wandered from side to side, as if he really didn't want to look at his face.

"Are they your classmates?" Narcissa asked in her cold voice.

Draco glanced at them reluctantly.His gray eyes briefly met Harry's, and for a split second his gaze seemed to be glued to Harry's eyes, but he quickly looked away. "But... probably." He replied very vaguely, and turned his back to them.

"What's wrong?" said a thin voice.A door opened at the side of the hall, and Bellatrix Lestrange entered.Harry couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.

"What did you do to him?" She walked around several prisoners, asking with great interest.

"We didn't do anything, he did it himself," Greyback replied.

"Looks like a Stinging Curse to me," said Lucius, who seemed to sneer. "Slytherin?" He walked over and pushed Draco by the shoulder to force him to turn to the prisoners.Harry saw two similar faces close together, one scrutinizing and the other cringing.Lucius pointed his wand at Harry's face: "If he made his face like this on purpose - Curse Stop!"

Harry clearly saw Draco shudder.

Just then, he saw a vision of Hogsmeade.He was walking on the avenue, surrounded by darkness.It was not yet midnight, but the lights in all the windows were out.

After the trance, he found himself still standing in place, facing the gorgeous big mirror.Hermione's spell had been lifted, and the man he transformed was far from his original self.Lucius' gray eyes had turned elsewhere, seemingly losing interest in him completely, and Draco stared at the scar on his forehead, still trembling slightly, as if a little scared.Harry glanced in the mirror, convinced that the Polyjuice Potion had worked perfectly, that his forehead was perfectly smooth.But he thought with horror that he'd lost his wand, and he'd never had a single serving of Polyjuice from the hands of Snape - who, as much as he didn't want to admit it, was undoubtedly a Potions master agent.He didn't know how long the effect of this potion would last.

They must get back to Hogwarts as soon as possible.

"As I said, my father's Cattermole—" he cried.

"We—we might have a Cattermole," Draco said suddenly, "I don't want to see them now, there's been a little too much idiot in school over the years..."

"Then lock them up," Narcissa said, wrapping her arms around Draco's shoulders.

Harry kept eyeing Draco until he was shoved out of the living room by the Snatchers.His sworn enemy's complexion was paler than usual, and there was a faint blue color under his eyes, obviously not in good spirits.He wasn't sure if the other party recognized him - but it was clear that he was helping them.

The Snatchers wheeled them down the long stone steps and into the dungeon.The heavy door overhead was locked.

After a while of silence, the sound of walking overhead gradually stopped.Ron wriggled around Harry: "Deluminator—the Deluminator is in my pocket, they didn't take it away...it stores a lot of lights in it." He took out the Deluminator with difficulty, and there was a slight click. A small ball of light flew out from the tip of the Deluminator and hid in the corner.

By this small light, Harry saw Dean beside him.Dean struggled and almost tore the rope away.Ron had turned into a red-haired, freckled woman, and Hermione had short blonde hair.Luna was sitting in another corner, watching their side warily.Beside her lay a dying man whom Harry recognized as Ollivander.

"Luna!" Hermione whispered.There was undisguised joy in her voice.

Harry was also happy to see Luna alive and well - sometimes he had nightmares that were worse than Voldemort killing him.

"How do you have Polyjuice Potion?" asked Ron.Harry saw his face slowly changing back to normal.

"Snape," said Harry curtly.Snape had obviously chosen those hairs on purpose - big ill-fitting clothes were better than being strangled, since they didn't know which hair to put in whose potion.

He remembered the dark eyes that had watched him that night.

He was so weak.Knees ache, lungs ache, back ache, forearms ache, head ache—Luna had recognized him and came to help him untie the rope, but he didn't even have the energy to cooperate with her.

Soon he saw those black eyes again.He found himself walking across the Hogwarts lawn, towards the side of the Black Lake.Snape followed him.The moon was at its highest point, and his eyes were cold and hollow.

"I have other things to do - I need to leave Hogwarts now. Tell them not to disturb me until Potter is captured." The high, grim voice said, "Now you go."

Snape bowed to him and returned down the path, his black cloak flapping behind him.Harry continued to walk slowly until the blackness disappeared from his eyes - he could not be seen by anyone where he was going or what he was doing.

"Harry!" Ron's voice sounded beside him, "You dare to drink what Snape gave you, you're not afraid—"

"I guess my grades can at least tell it's a Polyjuice Potion. And you're still alive, aren't you?" said Harry impatiently.His scar felt like it was going to explode.

"He deliberately turned us into a group of women..."

"Ron, he saved you," said Hermione.There was some slight disapproval in her voice, whether it was directed at Harry or at Ron, I don't know.The ropes of several people had been untied, and Harry brought his hands forward, rubbing his wrists lightly.Several people gathered around him, and he looked around at them: Luna, Hermione, Ron, Dean, and an unknown elf.

"Is Mr. Ollivander still sober?" he asked.

"Barely sober." A weak voice answered.Harry got up and walked to the corner of the dungeon, where Mr. Ollivander was trying to turn his head in his direction.He had been in the dungeon for over a year, and Harry knew from his condition that he had suffered at least one brutal torture.He was very emaciated, with all the bones in his face sticking out, and his skin was yellow.The big silver eyes were sunken deep in the eye sockets, making them look even bigger.The hands on the blanket were as thin as skeletons.

"It's good to see you again. Harry Potter," he murmured.

"Yes, Mr. Ollivander, since you stopped appearing from Diagon Alley, we knew that you might be in trouble...we just didn't expect you to be locked up here."

"And the Savior is still worried about the wands of the newly enrolled wizards—?" the wandmaker smiled weakly.

"How do you know—?"

"This is Malfoy's old house, and many of the portraits are uncomfortably idle. So are the people," he replied.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked.He knew he was asking nonsense.

"Not very well," Ollivander said.

Harry's scar jumped.He saw himself coming to the edge of the Black Lake, where there was a white cemetery.He raised his wand in his hand.The tomb parted, and he saw a slender figure.

"Harry," said Ollivander feebly, "looks like you need some help...?"

"Yes," said Harry, struggling to control his mental connection with Voldemort, "if you could... could this wand be repaired?" He took his holly wand out of the pouch, and luckily the Snatchers They have no interest in groping around on an ugly kid with a rotten face.When he handed it to Ollivander, he couldn't help but have a strong hope in his heart.

"No. I'm sorry... very sorry." Ollivander said softly. "As far as I know, there is no way to repair the wand with such damage."

"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," Harry replied, trying to hide the disappointment in his tone.

He saw the grave again.He walked over to where Dumbledore lay, preserved as perfectly as he had been alive.He still wears those half-moon glasses.Harry bent down and took the wand from his hand.A shower of sparks flew out, but the wand came to his hand intact.

It's all his now.He can beat everything.The Elder Wand that has seen so much history is about to see another rise—and it is finally serving a new master.

When Harry came back to himself, he found himself sitting on the ground.He gasped heavily.

"Mr. Ollivander, I have another problem. A man - how can he use someone else's wand?" Not just Voldemort and the Elder Wand, but his own problem - he can no longer use his Holly wand too.He'd have to find another wand to serve him.

"Most of the time, wands need to be conquered. Every wand has its own character. Some wands do not exclude any wizard, but most wands must be taken."

"Is there a wand that needs to kill each other to gain allegiance?" Harry asked hurriedly.At the same time, he thought, Ollivander made it sound like every wand had a mind of its own.

"You must be talking about the Elder Wand. Many wizards yearn for that wand. They believe that the wand can bring them great strength and make them invulnerable." Ollivander said, disgusted on his face. Another longing expression, "That is the legendary wand that will never lose—the owner of that wand is always worried that they will be attacked, and the more powerful they are, the more afraid they are of this."

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Ollivander. One last question. Then we'll put you to rest," said Harry. "Do you know anything about the Deathly Hallows?"

"Dead—what?" Ollivander looked confused.

"No, it's all right. Thank you," Harry replied.He stepped back against the cold, damp wall.

They are one step too late.Voldemort got the wand.But he didn't know about the Deathly Hallows.Because Ollivander didn't know, he couldn't have tortured it from Ollivander.He still thinks of the Deathly Hallows as a fairy tale, and he wants the Elder Wand because he wants power.

A single wand can empower a wizard - how ridiculous.Harry thought.But Voldemort got it anyway.He doesn't know yet that he doesn't need it anymore.Because of Harry Potter's wand, the wand he was trying to overcome the flashback spell connection broke.Hermione inadvertently did what he'd always wanted to do but never could.It can no longer be repaired.

"What time is it?" Dean asked in the dim light, thin but spirited. "We've got to figure something out. We've got to get you out. They'll come and question us by daybreak. Maybe they'll be delivering food." When—is there still Polyjuice Potion? You can't use your own face."

Harry shook his head.The Polyjuice Potion is gone.Draco probably wouldn't be able to think of a way to stall the time anymore - unless he came down to deliver the meal himself.

"Don't know," Ron replied, "but I guess it's just after midnight."

"Where is this place?" Luna asked, "I have been brought here for a long time."

"This is the Malfoy's house," Hermione replied. "Maybe this is a Death Eater stronghold."

"Do you feel that Malfoy is helping us?" Ron said suddenly. "He was staring at Harry's face just now. I thought the Polyjuice Potion hadn't worked."

"I thought he was helping us. He recognized me," Harry replied.

"Then is it possible for him to come down by himself to bring us food or something—"

"A few more wands, by the way?" said Hermione sternly.

Harry curled up, feeling cold and weak at the same time.he laughed.

"I thought so just now," he said, "but nine times out of ten it's a house-elf."

"House-elf?" Dean put in. "I remember you let them go years ago. Will they have any more? What's the name of that elf-"

"Dobby," said Harry.

Snapped.

A loud bang echoed through the dungeon.Ron jumped up from the ground and pressed the extinguisher.After a long silence, when everyone confirmed that no one had opened the dungeon door, Ron activated the Deluminator again—this time three balls of light floated from the Deluminator, illuminating the eyes of the house-elf who had just Apparated among them. Face.

"Dobby?" Harry said in great surprise, his voice seemed to come out of his nose, high-pitched and hoarse, but fortunately he lowered it on purpose.The elf standing before them was trembling all over, even the tips of his ears, obviously terrified of going back to his old master's house. "Harry Potter," he said tremblingly, "Dobby answered your call—to save you."

"But what do you—?" Hermione asked.Harry reached out to stop her.He saw Voldemort had left Dumbledore's grave and was strolling by the Black Lake.What was he thinking—and at this moment Harry felt that time was running out, he wanted to know Voldemort's secret, and he couldn't keep his friends here for a second.

"Can you Apparate out of this dungeon?" he asked, and Dobby nodded, ear-tapping a few times.

"Can you take someone out?"

Dobby nodded again.

"Okay. Dobby, I want you to take Luna, Dean, this Mr. Goblin and Mr. Ollivander, and take them to—to—"

"Bill and Fleur's," said Ron, "Shell Cottage on the outskirts of Dingworth."

The elf nodded a third time.

"And come back," said Harry. "Can you do it, Dobby?"

"Of course, Harry Potter," whispered the elf.He watched Harry's face.

"Thank you, Dobby," said Harry, turning to the goblin who had been gazing silently at the ground. "Do me one more favor. He's overheard too many conversations. Help me forget him."

The goblin looked at Harry.He sneered, but didn't resist.Seconds later, the goblin collapsed, and Dobby dragged him hastily to the nearly unconscious Mr. Ollivander, grabbed the wandmaker's hand, and motioned for Luna and Dean to grab his arm .But neither of them moved.

"Harry, we want to help you!" Luna said softly.

"We can't keep you here," Dean said.

"Come on, you two! We have something in their hands that must be retrieved...I'll see you at Bill and Fleur's."

As Harry spoke, his scar burned violently again.Voldemort was thinking.

The lake full of corpses, Gaunt's hut, Hogwarts, and Lestrange's storage room, which one should I visit first?He cannot be separated from Nagini.Horcruxes left at Hogwarts should be the safest, followed by Gringotts.That idiot Lucius had broken his diary - Dumbledore knew his middle name, and the Horcruxes at Gaunt's cabin might have been destroyed.He had to go and see Gaunt's cabin, and he had to see the lake.What kind of curse had Dumbledore fallen on to weaken him day by day?Snape said Dumbledore didn't trust him.Also, where did Dumbledore go the day he died, so that he was so weak that his servants had a chance...

Voldemort took off, flying high into the darkness of the night.Harry was left where he was, as if withdrawing from the long tunnel of red eyes, the pain from his scar lessening.He gained a great deal - he knew the location of two Horcruxes, one in Gringotts and one in Hogwarts.One of them is the Gold Cup.

He had no time to retrieve the sword.Things would get even worse if the Horcruxes returned to Voldemort.He has to adjust his priorities.

"There's no time! You-Know-Who isn't here now, he's left Hogwarts." Harry turned his head sharply. "We have to go back to school. There's something hidden there."

"What? What are you hiding? Something that can defeat the mysterious man?" Dean said excitedly.

"Take us!" Luna said firmly. "I know of an entrance from Hogsmeade directly to the Room of Requirement. The DAs are hiding there after Hogwarts got messed up. We have I will go out from there to replenish some food in time."

"Dobby!" said Harry, "please—"

The elf nodded and disappeared with a snap.

The wait for Dobby's return seemed very long, but in fact less than half a minute passed. "What's the noise in the dungeon?" Lucius' voice sounded, and the cellar door was opened.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron fled quickly into the shadows, while Dean faced the door with his hands behind his back.He took a step sideways, revealing Luna behind him. "I think I stepped on her—was she dead—"

"Go down and see, Draco!" Bellatrix said.She pushed Draco down hard.

"How dare you talk to Draco like that!" Narcissa's voice said angrily.Draco staggered down a few steps, apparently missing the ground, and fell down the long, steep steps.

"Draco!" Narcissa was shocked and angry, and she followed closely.

Ron picked up Draco on the ground - he didn't break it, but he was obviously in a trance.Harry snatched the wand from Draco's hand and yelled at Narcissa, "Disarm!"

Narcissa Malfoy's wand flew into his hand. "Dizzy!" he yelled.The moment Narcissa fell, Draco struggled weakly.Seconds later, his body was heavy - Harry handed Narcissa's wand to Ron, who cast him a Sleeping Charm.

Meanwhile, Dean drags Luna into the shadows in the corner.Bellatrix roared manically from the dungeon door, and the spell bounced around the small room.Harry and Ron protected everyone with armor.

Just then, Dobby appeared with a snap. "Hogsmeade!" said Luna hurriedly.With a bang, five people disappeared from the dungeon.

The author has something to say: I really can't bear Hermione.So be it, don't want the sword and the gold cup and let her stay on it.

SS is really careful, isn't she.I sometimes feel like I broke SS writing.He's lost his very cold and dark sense of humor and is too tender.laugh.

Draco recognized Harry by the look in his eyes.I thought, he must get to know him, otherwise he would have spent six years in vain.