[SSHP] End of life

They fell into a room, five of them in a ball.Dobby bowed to them and disappeared with a snap.Harry got up, this was a bar, the tables and chairs were messed up by them, but fortunately no wine bottles were touched.If the row of expensive-looking wine racks were knocked down by them, the boss would kill them.

There was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and an old man rushed out with a double-barreled shotgun pointed at them.Harry certainly wasn't fooled into thinking that this shotgun could be tied in a knot like Uncle Vernon's - until he recognized the eyes on the back of the shotgun.

Those were the same bright blue eyes as Dumbledore's.At this moment, Harry suddenly knew who the person in front of him was.He had only seen family photos of Dumbledore when he was young, but he did not hesitate to confirm that the man holding the gun was Aberforth Dumbledore.The old man, the proprietor of the Hog's Head, was Albus Dumbledore's brother.

"Aberforth?" Harry asked slowly, standing up.He shook his head, and put on an affirmative tone again: "You are Aberforth."

The bar owner was noncommittal and just put down the shotgun. "Go upstairs, boys," he said.

The five obediently walked up the stairs.At the top of the stairs was the living room, with its worn carpet and a small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a fair-haired girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room. "It's here—" Luna whispered.

"What?" Ron asked.

"That painting. It leads to the Room of Requirement. When term started, the Ministry of Magic hadn't sent out the hell notice that Muggle-borns should give magic back to pure-bloods - but within a week, we were still in Hogwarts. Muggle-borns and half-bloods had nowhere to go. The Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had only one chance to find the hiding place, but luckily, I finally got in," said Dean. "Then a lot of people came, We really got hold of the room - you have to ask it for what you really need, like 'keep out anyone who wants to hurt us' and it keeps the Death Eaters out. But the food is no Way, we have learned - one of the five exceptions to Gamp's basic law of transformation. I was hiding here for a day and a half, and I was so hungry that I hoped for something to eat. The passage to the Hog's Head Bar was at that time It opened. I went through the passage and met Aberforth. He's been feeding us ever since."

"Then why are you leaving school?" Ron asked curiously.

"Okay, boys," interrupted Aberforth roughly, "do you need food? I can provide it for you. But you can't go out at night, it's covered with screaming spells. During the day, when it's day, you You can Apparate straight from here, go into the mountains and they'll have a hard time catching you. You might even meet Hagrid—"

"No!" interrupted Harry firmly, "we need to get into Hogwarts."

"Don't be a fool, boy," said Aberforth. "The only thing you need to do is get away from here."

"We're out of time!" Harry yelled.He seemed to have figured out something suddenly: Hogwarts, the founder of Hogwarts, the four treasures—the relics of the four founders of the academy!This representative item is most suitable as a Horcrux!

"Let's go in!" Harry rushed to the painting, he was disappointed to find that the people in the portrait were motionless, obviously she would not respond to them without Aberforth's permission, "You-Know-Who is not in school now , he's gone to find what's left of him - and if he finds it's gone, he'll protect all that's left!" One of them, he thought desperately, was impossible for them to get before Voldemort. Got it, at least Hogwarts should be found first.

"So you have to go back to the school controlled by the Death Eaters in the middle of the night, hungry and sick, to get things from the mysterious man? Is this the task my brother left you? Tell you to get it before the mysterious man His things?" Aberforth said coldly, "You have managed to survive until now, and I advise you not to fall into the trap of yourself. Give up—go, go abroad, and save your own life. The mysterious man wins It's over, the Order of the Phoenix has lost, and the general situation is over."

Surprisingly, it was Ron who shouted this time. "The Order of the Phoenix hasn't lost yet! We're still here, and we'll get everything Dumbledore told us to get, and more victories until we get the world back from You-Know-Who!"

"My brother wants a lot, and he's good at using everyone around him to help him get what he wants. But he's dead," said Aberforth, his words clearly aimed at Harry, "You don't have to Feel guilty for him, because it can't be a task that a few little wizards can easily complete. You will be difficult and painful, as you have been going through for half a year, but is he honest with you?—Obviously, He doesn't tell you anything except what he has to do. He's learned secrecy and calculation while on his mother's lap."

"I do have to," said Harry calmly. "Is this a portrait of your sister? I've read Rita Skeeter."

Aberforth stared at Harry, his piercing blue eyes sharing Dumbledore's penetrating scrutiny.Harry felt that Aberforth saw what he was thinking and looked down on him for still thinking it to this day.

"Then should I tell you that everything that nasty woman wrote is true? The summer vacation he spent with Grindelwald was so unbearable that he said he would replace me as my sister's guardian, let me To school. And yet they do nothing all day, talk about ruling Muggles everywhere, and my sister is at the bottom of his list of concerns. And then, she dies. That's all!"

Ron and Hermione looked at each other in silence.It was a perfectly normal reaction: they had never read the Dumbledore biography.Harry looked up, the blue eyes opposite him were full of blazing anger, and he couldn't help thinking how terrifying those eyes would be on Albus Dumbledore's face, he had never seen Dumbledore Lido expressed such feelings.

"I doubted Albus Dumbledore. I resented him and mistrusted him because he told me to do things without telling me why. But in the end I believe that our purposes are the same ’ said Harry quietly, pronouncing Dumbledore’s name for the first time in a long time, ‘I need to do what he says, because that’s the best chance for us to win. If not a year, two Years, just ten years. You-Know-Who destroyed my home and killed my friends, so I can't let him go on, I can't let more people like me! All for the greatest good - you think I didn't think Live my own ending? I will die, I will walk alone, but I have to do it! If he is good at calculating, as you say, then he can win, and I am right to trust him! If he Wrong, if he can't see that far - that's why he trained me and nurtured me! He made me grow because he asked me to think for myself and find my own answers! I'll beat You-Know-Who, I can, I have to do it! This is so much more important than my own comfort! It's about everyone!"

Aberforth looked at him.

"For the greater good." Harry repeated. He was surprised that he could say such passionate words at this moment. He thought that trust and courage had disappeared from his body, and all that was left was a sense of responsibility. not at all. "It's written on his bedroom wall, and I think it's absolutely true. I'm not going to do it alone. I'm going to keep going on this path for the good, the good that's way bigger than mine. Win, or Fighting to the last moment, which is more important than my own safety - this is destiny, this is the war of all of us to end an era!"

Aberforth snarled at him, "Then the people you fought for didn't say you were a 17-year-old when they pushed you in front of You-Know-Who!"

"There are no children in war! Either let us in, or let us figure it out!" Harry yelled.He stared intently at Aberforth's blue eyes, exactly like Dumbledore's.

Those eyes stared at him blankly.After a while, Aberforth got up and walked to the portrait, his voice was very tired: "Arianna, go."

The portrait came to life, and the blond girl in it smiled at them, turned and walked into the depths of the painting.Her figure is getting smaller and smaller.After a while, she led a person along, and the two of them got closer and closer until their shoulders and heads filled the frame—the portrait opened.A long staircase appeared behind, and Lee Jordan appeared there.He rushed out and hugged Harry hard.

Aberforth murmured "Good Luck" behind them as the five entered the winding staircase.Harry couldn't remember if he had answered at all, because his scar burned violently at that moment.He saw a table in the dark with a golden box without a bottom.The box was empty.Anger swept through all his thoughts.

He staggered into a light, crowded with people, more than 20 people rushed to hug him.He saw the Gryffindor lion banner in red and gold, the Hufflepuff badger banner in black and yellow, and the Ravenclaw eagle banner in copper and blue.But there is no trace of silver green.A burst of laughter, a burst of cheers. DA's coin was tossed in the air, and the stairs behind him opened again - in came Ginny, Bill, Cho, Lupine, and more - but Harry was filled with horror as he saw Voldemort take off again.Time is running out and he needs to get the Horcrux quickly, but something is not quite right.He felt as if he had forgotten something, as if something had strayed off course.

"Have you ever seen something? It might be a golden cup, or it might be a Ravenclaw relic, something with her logo?" He said hurriedly, intending to deal with the Horcrux first, "We need to find this Stuff! It must have existed before, but then disappeared, and it's at Hogwarts!"

The people who were still immersed in the celebration looked at him together.Ron wanted to explain, and Hermione stabbed him from the side - Dumbledore said that the Horcruxes were a secret that only the three of them knew.Luna spoke: "I don't know about the gold cup, but I know about a missing crown. There is a crown on Ravenclaw's head. It is said that wearing it will give you wisdom."

"But... there's one problem, Harry," said Ron. "We didn't get the sword back. So what do we do to destroy that thing?"

Harry looked at Ron as if his brain was jolted by something.The argument with Aberforth had caused him to say too many impassioned words, words that temporarily made him forget something of immense importance.Now it's back at Ron's inadvertent reminder.He finally remembered what he'd always wanted to do.It was that thing—the man—that had dared him to put the sword in second order.It started from this night—no, it was hidden under the high-sounding declaration of the brave from a long time ago, but it cannot be erased.Just as he walked resolutely toward Godric's Hollow that snowy night.Those declarations were not false, but under the responsibilities, under the things that had to be done—there were things he really wanted to do, things he really wanted to know.

"You-Know-Who won't be back yet," he said. "You've had a lot longer to discuss what fits those two criteria—a relic of the founder of the academy, a relic that's been missing for nearly 50 years. Or think about Have you ever seen the golden cup and that crown that Luna said... I have something to figure out. I need a pensieve." He took out the Marauder's Map from the dragon skin bag, and added: "I'll go out by myself, It's more convenient to be alone. You wait for me here, don't go out. Maybe I will bring back the method to destroy that thing. I hope when I bring back the method, you can guess what it is, or already know where it is hidden .”

He realized that he had learned to use some half-truths to disguise his true purpose.He finally became the kind of person he least wanted to be.But he stepped aside without hesitation and opened the Marauder's Map.His head is heavy, maybe he's starting to have a fever again.But so what?He has never felt so close to the truth, he wants to know the truth, even if he loses, even if he dies, he will not lie in the grave without knowing.

Every line on the Marauder's Map twisted and swayed in his field of vision, and he had to hold onto a bedpost beside him.He stared at the map trying to tell that Severus Snape wasn't in the cellar.

"Where are you going, Harry?" whispered Hermione, her face looking worried. "What did you think? Don't take the risk alone. You're repelling us - you haven't really smiled since a long time ago." or tell us what you think!"

Harry shrugged.He wanted to smile, but knew that such a smile must be very fake in Hermione's eyes.In the end he simply said, "I'm just going to confirm something. Wait for me, I won't leave you guys behind. We've come so far together, haven't we?"

Hermione seemed to think of something, her eyes gradually turned into deep thought and fear.Ron was pulling her back, trying to say something to her.Harry saw no one in the corridor.

He no longer has an invisibility cloak.But he still walked quickly to the door.Hermione called his name behind him, her voice was fierce, and he seemed to be still breaking free, but he stepped out quickly and slammed the door behind him.Sound and light were gone, and he stood in the silence of the night with a long, dark corridor before him.He took a deep breath and stepped into the silence and darkness.

He had been in the castle many nights before, but never before had his heart beat so violently like this one.His head was burning, his legs felt like lead, and every step he took made him want to cry and moan loudly.But he kept walking.He walked past squares of moonlight, the moon was sinking, and the portraits were snoring.The armor quivered slightly at those corners.He went down the spiral staircase and down the dark corridor.The doorknob of the potions office was still the same little snake, and he ordered it to open in Parseltongue, and ordered it never to open the door to anyone.

He entered the dark office, filled with jars and specimens, and pulled out a Pensieve from a corner cabinet.He poured out the memory from the bottle and dipped his face into the basin.

In an instant, he returned to that day.The memory of despair and loss was so frightening, but he had managed not to look away.

He stood on the top of the dark astronomy tower, Dumbledore leaned against the window, his body continued to slide down in pain.He pinned Harry down, but not because he wanted him to witness his death in order to cultivate his hatred, to stimulate him to be determined to complete his task.The wind made his hair and beard flutter wildly, as if he was going to be thrown into the air like a kite.

Draco's hands were shaking.Dumbledore's eyes were sad and gentle.He was looking at the stairs - who was he waiting for!His facial expression softened—he waited.Coming over was Snape.

"Severus," he said, very softly.

Snape stared at Dumbledore.He still didn't make a move.

"Severus...please..."

Snape raised his wand.

Harry rose slowly from the Pensieve.When he escaped from that most terrible memory, he felt that everything was expected and painful.

Dumbledore was really pushing Snape to do something.There was no panic in his eyes, no begging for mercy, only resistance, warning and calmness.He was urging Snape, in a way that was almost begging - he begged Snape to kill him.Not Draco, not anyone else, only Snape.And Snape did.Then the double agent went to Grimmauld Place for the last time in his life.He covered his face there, tears welling up.He blankly asks all the dead souls what to do with him.

He might be mourning Lily Potter.Perhaps resenting Dumbledore.Perhaps mourning himself in advance.He succeeded in completely convincing Voldemort with Dumbledore's death, and he has since stood on the opposite side of the Order of the Phoenix.He also stood up to the Death Eaters who were jealous of him - he was ostracized, punished, and everyone wanted him dead.He's a hidden relic, and he's all alone.He could never go back, could never be himself again.Just like Harry Potter.

They will win in the end.But before that, the real them were dead.

The author has something to say: Congratulations for making it this far!You boil...become a mother-in-law!

The relationship line is finally about to start, and it will not be easy.

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