[SSHP] End of life

I don't know whose mouth the scream came from.When Harry finally got back into himself, he found a hand desperately covering his mouth.The smell of blood was all over his mouth, and he didn't know whether he bit his lip or the hand that blocked his mouth.

He didn't look back, but continued to crawl forward with a kind of desperate desperation.The person holding him down consciously propped up his body and retreated in the low tunnel, leaving him with barely enough room to move forward.

Now he doesn't have to worry about making a sound.Voldemort was long gone, he killed the traitor and earned the true allegiance of the Elder Wand.He should have known Ron and Hermione would follow...he should have gone faster, faster, maybe before it was too late—

Harry climbed the hardest way, and the tunnel turned upwards.He saw a dim light.The door of the house was blocked by a dilapidated box, "Torn apart!" Harry roared without thinking.

He scrambled to Snape's side.His hand was scratched by the broken box, the wooden thorns pierced deeply into his palm, and the wound on his leg was still bleeding profusely.However, this was not as good as the amount of blood around Snape. In such a short period of time, his blood seemed to be drained.

Snape's body slid slowly along the wall to the floor.He was looking into the entrance of the Shrieking Shack when he saw Harry, his black eyes wide open, as if about to speak.His blood flowed continuously from the wound on his neck, staining the small white edge of the black robe exposed above.

"Aren't you a healing spell? Say—read!!" Harry yelled, and he rushed to grab Snape's hand, trying with all his might to keep it gripping his wand.But Snape let go of his fingers, and the wand, which he had never left, rolled to the ground.And he didn't even look at the black stick, as if it was something insignificant.

The blood was still slowly bubbling from Harry's gagged wound, as if under some kind of malevolent curse that would never stop until it was all gone.Snape raised his hand and grabbed the front of Harry's coat, making no effort to save his own life, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he had lost a lot of blood.

"Take...go...take...go..."

There was a terrible noise in his throat, and besides blood, something silver-blue came out of his mouth, ears, and eyes.It was neither a gas nor a liquid, and it swirled heavily and slowly around Harry. Under the dim candlelight, it shone with a breathtakingly pure luster.And Harry just stared at Snape's pained face.

After a brief meeting between Dean Forest and the principal's office, he no longer had the slightest hostility towards Snape, but instead developed a strange sense of closeness.Why did he always hate Snape?Because he's the only one who's been sneering at him the whole time.He never pays attention to him, never treats him special because of his status.Yes, he hated being seen as a savior, but being targeted was not as good as being embraced.Not to mention he's always finding fault with him.

He'd been getting inexplicably sarcasm in Snape's class.He later learned that this pure and unreasonable malice was the retribution left by his father.But he refused because it wasn't his.His kindness would not give Snape an iota, just as Snape might have kindness that would never be given to him even if it was thrown into the trash.He still hated Snape, but to him this man was just a nasty teacher who he could endure until he graduated, far from hating him.And then, all the heaviness and death pressed on him sharply, when he put all the blame for Sirius' death on Snape and firmly believed that when Snape killed Dumbledore, all his hatred finally With a clear point, Merlin let him see another side of Snape.This side is hidden behind a thick fog, the closer you get, the harder it is to see.The more you can't see clearly, the more curious you are.Curiosity to the end is a long-term obsession - he must live, and both of them must live.Live long enough for Harry to see him, question him, strip him of all his pretense.After thinking for too long, thinking of Snape again, he was already familiar with him like a relative.

—Maybe he should have been.After all, he missed his mother so deeply.

Harry roared in pain.He would rather always feel that Snape is a bastard, always quarreling when they meet, at least one enemy is one of the goals of life.But no matter the enemy or the object of reconciliation, an important person in his life is about to disappear.

"Hermione! I know you can save him! I was bitten too, what did you paint on me then? Bring it here!"

"I'm... different, Harry! He's already... snakebited your forearm! He's bleeding out—"

"Bring it here!" Harry yelled.Judging by Hermione's expression, he seemed to have frightened her.

"Shouldn't you collect it first..." Ron reminded hesitantly.

"No one knows what I should do better than I do!" Harry's eyes were red, he trembled violently, almost snatched the flask from Hermione's hand, and poured all the white wine into Snape's. on the wound.The potion gave off a puff of smoke, and he collected the memories with his wand and stuffed them into the empty bottle.The next moment, as if some most important wish had finally been fulfilled, Snape's body relaxed.He exhaled lightly, and tilted his head slightly.The pain in his expression also disappeared.

Facing Snape who became calm, Harry's body trembling miraculously stopped.A heavy sadness seized him all, and time seemed to stop flowing.Snape's face was pale, but no longer like a cold mask.There was warmth in his black eyes, and many complicated emotions seemed to flash through them, and finally frozen into deep nostalgia.

"Look at me." He said softly, in his deep black pupils was a light Harry had never seen before.It is not messy or sharp, just like the purest light that has been deposited for many years, warm, clear and pure.

Harry turned his head away.

"Look... look... I..." Snape said softly again, when he pronounced these few words, it was obviously more laborious than before.His tone was almost begging, Harry had never heard him beg someone like that.

Harry had the flask in his hand.As if he didn't hear Snape's words, he just lowered his eyes and spread his left hand.His hands were covered with his own blood, and the blood had already formed a thin hard shell, and the tightness of the blood shell made even the simple movement of opening his hands a bit laborious.

He pinched the still warm neck of the man lying on the ground with his hands. "You know I'm not going to stay in the principal's office. Even if you put a curse on my head," he murmured.

Hermione vaguely heard the words.She stepped back, noticing Harry's expressionless face.There was no rage or panic, as if all emotions had been emptied.At this moment, the two mortal enemies were facing each other, as if they formed a small world of their own, and no one could enter.She glanced hesitantly at Ron, who was still standing at the entrance of the Shrieking Shack.

Snape sighed softly.He seemed to be bleeding dry, and Hermione bet she'd never seen so much blood.She trembled, watching Snape's fingers tightly gripping Harry's coat slipped down feebly, his big pale hand brushed against Harry's stomach, knees, struggled to grab the hem of Harry's coat again.

Snape's eyes Hermione had seen many times.His eyes were darker than Hagrid's, but far less warm than Hagrid's. They were always empty and indifferent, as if no one was reflected in his eyes when he looked at anyone.However, at this moment, his pupils were astonishingly bright, hot and painful, as if all his soul and emotion were concentrated on this last gaze.

She suddenly remembered Harry's restlessness and some of the thoughts he had mentioned in recent weeks.They were equally agitated and would not comment on Harry's words.Later, he never said these unbelievable thoughts again.It wasn't until this moment that she really realized that Harry had somehow started trusting Snape.He really trusted him, and the words he said were not weak or impulsive.

Harry has grown into an excellent leader.She trusted his judgment, but it was hard for her to let go of the past seven years.All the unhappiness of those years had made it impossible for her to imagine that she could feel anything close to sympathy for this man, but Snape looked so hopeful at this moment that she instinctively wanted to grant his last wish.

"Harry." She hesitated and reminded softly.

Harry didn't answer, his expression mechanical and numb.He just pinched Snape's neck, the so-called powerful healing potion didn't have the slightest effect, and the black robe and white shirt in his hand were stained with blood stagnantly.The blood line on the ground kept expanding, and finally merged with the blood flowing from Harry's thigh.

The blood is warm when it flows through the body, but it feels sticky and cold to the touch.Harry sat on his knees, motionless, as if unconscious with his eyes open.

Snape grabbed Harry's hand and dropped it to the floor.

At that moment, the warmth that radiated from the forehead to the whole body, which was getting weaker and weaker, disappeared abruptly.It seemed that the world had suddenly turned a colder tone, and the old and cold dusty smell of the Screaming Shack was blowing in his face, and Harry was surprised why he hadn't noticed it before.Bloodstains, chipped floors, crooked doors, moldy boxes—everything was so bleak and stale.It seems that in the blink of an eye, he has been separated from human beings and human society for 100 years, and he has just returned now.

Everything has changed.

The icy air, the eerie silence, the dead bodies that would never move again.The channel linking past and present is broken.Harry felt as though he had really lost everything at last.

While other kids were spoiling their parents and quarreling with their brothers, he could only curl up in the cupboard by himself, wearing old clothes that didn't fit, waiting for the next chore.When other children fall in love, go to school, fight at will, apologize or make friends with someone, he is forced to go through trials again and again, forced to believe or not to believe.He had wanted to be important, had hoped for a bright future, had wanted to prove to everyone that he was different.But behind all the success, all the trust is an unbearable price.

He thought that he had suffered so many injuries and endured so much pain since he was 11 years old, in order to grasp all the warmth.But Sirius died, Dumbledore died, Fred died, Lupine died, and in the end—even Snape died.Snape is such a powerful wizard, and there are still so many mysteries in him that have not been solved. He is stricter than anyone else, more partial than anyone else, but... braver than anyone else, and gentler than anyone else.He should live to the end the most. He shouldn't even participate in the final decisive battle, and he shouldn't even show his identity and true self.

Perhaps, with his death, he no longer has relatives in the magic world.The last link with this world is broken.There is no longer any need to go on.

"He... died?" Ron said, shock in his voice, but no pain.No one has ever suffered more than Harry Potter at every lost moment.Ron paused for a while, then continued: "This is the memory? Would you like to see what he gave you? I guess it will be very important."

"I don't want to go anywhere." Harry heard his own voice echoing in his head, shaking his soul.If life must be accompanied by these pains, then he is enough, he does not want to continue.He has nothing left, "Gone... dead..."

"Harry! Snape is dead! You still have things to do!"

Harry suddenly calmed down.His consciousness returned to his body in an instant.His thoughts had been cloudy since his illness, and they hadn't been this clear in a long time.

"What must be done?" He said coldly, "I don't want to do it, but must do it?"

Ron looked so stunned that he could hardly speak: "Harry, the war has begun! Everyone is fighting! It's just the last point, just find that Horcrux! We've got more companions, and we'll win this Tonight, we are a little closer to victory! This is the mission Dumbledore left for us!"

"Yes, the mission. Dumbledore put me in this situation because of the mission that I couldn't choose! If I had a choice, I would certainly like to have my parents instead of being a damned savior surrounded by thousands of people! All Bad luck comes to anyone who has anything to do with me, every good thing is followed by a bigger bad thing, so bad that I dare not pray for anything good to happen again! This is my damn fate! I said I want such a fate What? Why do you want to control my life!?"

Ron opened his mouth.He obviously didn't expect Harry to suddenly lose control at this moment.

"You were right before, I have never had anything from the very beginning, but this does not affect my understanding of what it means to lose and how painful it is to lose! I've had enough, I've had enough, I've had enough! What the hell did I do to have a life like this!?"

"Harry, we understand how you're feeling, but—"

"Enough is enough. I don't want to hear it," said Harry, almost chilled by the iciness in his tone before he realized he was falling into an eerily calm, hopeless hysteria. "You haven't had the same experience, so can never really understand me. If I say what I want, better do it before you try to twist my mind with your empty words."

Ron's face flushed.He gripped his wand tightly, looking like he wanted to pounce on Harry and punch Harry.

"We can't understand you? Who has been with you for so long, who—"

"It's you. I have rejected countless times, and you have always been by my side for me. During these months, you disappointed me, got angry with me, encouraged me, and told me to stick to the plan no matter what happened. I Thank you for never leaving me, thank you for deciding to abandon everything to accompany me to face danger, thank you for really worrying about my safety. But have any of you ever asked me what I want to do?"

Ron's face turned pale with horror.He glanced at Hermione for help, but Hermione didn't look at him, her full attention seemed to be on Snape.She stared at Snape with an expression as if she had seen a mountain collapse suddenly before her.Harry was also watching Hermione's expression.

Ron spread his hands and clenched them into fists, opened and closed his mouth, and stammered, "But Harry, you never said..."

"I didn't say it. Just because I didn't say it doesn't mean I don't think about many things." Harry said flatly.The anger and irritability in his heart almost occupied all his emotions, and he felt that he had become very indifferent, so indifferent that he even felt that it was unnecessary to vent his anger.

"I don't want revenge at all. I don't care what happens to Britain at all. I just want to hide with all the people I don't want to lose. I felt like I had no family when I was a child, then I had, and then they all died. Now , I can do whatever the hell I want."

When he said this, he confirmed that he broke his best friend's heart.But he doesn't regret it at all.That's right, they are also his relatives, and they are also people he doesn't want to lose.But if they could spend a little less time together, if they could find out that he wasn't an invulnerable, always-on-the-go savior hung up in worship, who had emotional swings, if they could believe that Snape was trustworthy— —His hand was on the still bleeding wound on Snape's neck, the once warm skin had gradually become cold and stiff.The viscous blood gradually solidified and stuck to Harry's fingers, as if his hands had been dipped in strawberry jam that had been left in the snow for hours.

Hermione covered her mouth to suppress a loud whimper.

"Harry, please... just look at him, look at him..."

Harry turned his head and glanced at Snape indifferently.Snape's usual empty black eyes had turned into a completely lifeless void, a real void with nothing in it.Never again.He half-opened his eyes and parted his thin lips slightly, as if the last request had not been fulfilled, and he wanted to let go of the arrogance and contempt they had long been accustomed to, and knelt in the dust on the ground to beg again with all his life and emotions.

"He's dead," said Harry coldly.

The moment Harry finished speaking, Hermione fell to the ground and covered her face with her hands.

Harry looked into Snape's face.The man's blood had almost drained away, his face was pale, his lips were also pale, and the whole face seemed to have no other color except his eyes, but his black eyes were gradually turning gray.

Half an hour ago, this man was still so powerful.He can kick him so badly, his spells can kill everyone here in an instant, and his voice sounds dangerous, deep, and full of breath.And now he has lost everything.Losing his blood, life, magic power, pride, talent, he became a dead thing, anyone can dispose of him like a piece of garbage.He lifted Snape's upper body tightly into his arms, the corpse was heavy and still tall, although his head was hanging limply on one side.

Harry looked away from Snape's pale face.

He scanned the room slowly.Dusty floors with some wooden strips broken.There are clear footprints on the ground.Hermione covered her face and seemed to be sobbing, her mouth was slightly open, and Ron stood dumbly at the door of the Screaming Shack.The lines of the whole room were distorted, except for the dusty clothes of the friends, what floated in front of my eyes were all black, gray, and white——and the dazzling dark red around me.

What are these patches of abandonment, death, and despair?

This is... the world I live in?

He suddenly became envious.Envy Lupine, envy Fred, envy Snape, envy all the dead.They're gone, they're free, and he's still in this hell.From that night cursed by the devil, his fate was decided.Unless he defeated Voldemort, or he died, he could never have a life of his own.

And how dare this old bastard who sprinkled another big bag of salt on his misery just die as he pleases before paying off what is owed to him! ?

"I should have known I had nothing." Harry said numbly, he had a vague feeling that he seemed to be sneering, "I've ruined my life, and I want to die like this? It's not that easy!" He let go of the plug and kept With the hand on Snape's wound, he picked up Malfoy's hawthorn wand.When he touched the wand, he suddenly became enraged for no apparent reason, and hurled Malfoy's wand against the wall.The wand smashed against the wall and fell into the darkness.Harry gasped and stared into the darkness for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes to the ground again.The wound on his leg was huge, and the blood hadn't stopped, soaking through his pants.Snape's blood had stopped spreading, but it still flowed over Harry's leg, and the blood on the ground was unknown.

Harry watched as their blood fused together, and the spell that hadn't come to mind for a long time suddenly appeared clearly on the surface of the brain.He slowly reached out to pick up Snape's wand, and began to chant words that he only knew the sound of, but not the meaning of.

This mantra is very long.The inexplicably familiar handwriting was not very large, and filled the entire parchment.Harry never read it in full.The paper was in the dictionary of ancient runes, and it had fallen in Malfoy Manor with the sword of Gryffindor, but he didn't need the paper.He chanted slowly and clearly, realizing that all the sentences were connected in an obscure and strange way, like a song.It was even more beautiful than the healing spells Snape had sung, with a strange rhythm.The gentle wind carried dust and surrounded him and Snape, and the magic surged like a tidal wave, and the light was summoned.

"Harry! Harry - what are you reading!?"

"Light—? Time and space spell—this is the time and space spell! He imprisoned the soul—Harry! You can't manipulate time! Manipulating time is more dangerous than you think!"

"Time!? Hermione, stop him!" Ron yelled in horror, "My dad said that someone once misused the time-turner, not only changed the history and made more than 25 heirs of several families disappear, but also— "

"Harry! Stop!" The lights floated around Hermione, and she jumped over Snape's body and slapped Harry.But she cried harder herself, and the slap was so feeble that Harry couldn't even make Harry bite his tongue.Harry's incantation was interrupted half a beat, he didn't even bother to do the simple movement of turning his head, and kept chanting the incantation with his head thrown to one side.Tears filled Hermione's beautiful big eyes, and she choked up intermittently, not knowing whether it was because of herself hitting Harry or because of Harry's obsession.

"—caused the collapse of time and space in that area!"

Ron and his last words finally reached Harry.He reached out, as if trying to pin Harry to the ground and cover his mouth.But everything is too late.With Harry at the center, the gentle breeze turned into a howling hurricane, and the small storm toppled the roof of the Shrieking Shack, pushing Ron and Hermione into a corner.Through the big hole above his head, he could see a faint dawn in the sky.

The dust, light, and storm suddenly shrank to Harry and Snape's sides, seemed to become a point, and finally disappeared into their bodies.A thick darkness gradually rose around them, and the darkness seemed substantial, engulfing the two of them.The sky turned a whitish gray-blue.

Harry felt a pang of pain, a pang of the soul, as if hands were tearing him in two, as if something were being forced into his shattered body.Screaming, pain, bloody smell.He was almost devoured by the pain, and at the last moment, he leaned down with a pale face, and hugged Snape tightly.The darkness shrank into a ball, and the huge magical power that attracted the natural forces disappeared.A few seconds later, the black sphere exploded into a blinding white light, and Hermione and Ron opened their eyes from the fading light, staring blankly at the place where Harry and Snape should be, where the dust explosion It became a sharp wave shape, and except for the half-human blood on the ground, there was nothing to prove that these two people had ever existed in this world.

Harry's consciousness had moved away from his body, away from the Shrieking Shack.He didn't know where he was, whether it was in the gap of time or space, he only knew that his body was being torn apart, there was no more severe pain, but it was still uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than apparating.

Maybe a second, maybe 100 years later, very reluctantly, Harry opened his eyes.He knelt in the dark void where he couldn't distinguish up, down, left, and right, watching the turbulent currents with various halos flying past him.He rotated irregularly in the void without direction.He didn't know why he was here, why he was holding a heavy person.He tried his best to think back in a daze, but there was nothing in his mind, as if all his persistence was left with the name deep in his heart.Harry didn't know what the echoing syllable meant, he just instinctively followed the voice in his heart and repeated it over and over again.The name gave him security, it gave him longing, it gave him anger, it gave him courage, it gave him a lot of complex emotions—feelings that made him truly whole.Who is this guy?So deeply rooted in his heart... This person must not be forgotten by him no matter what, it must be.

Snape, Snape... Severus.

Harry couldn't make a sound.He mouthed the name desperately, and hugged the man's already cold and stiff body with all his strength.He didn't know how long he stayed, how much light he fell into and how much darkness he stepped into.After a strong sense of weightlessness, everything felt empty.Harry opened his eyes, and in front of him was the red-gold bed curtain, still holding the small transparent bottle in his hand.

The author has something to say: hold back a big move. More than 7000 words, laugh, the road to chasing a husband starts.

This chapter also feels a bit unsatisfactory for no reason. It's strange. I don't feel like writing it... I will look back and see if I can fix it. Let's just read it first.It's been a long time since I changed it, and I can't change anything if I don't post it again, so let's do it first.I don't know what's wrong recently, why the chapters are not going smoothly.

In fact, from the beginning of this article to the present, I think Xiaoha has not been mature, mainly because he can't figure it out.It is usually fine, but as long as it is strongly stimulated, all unstable factors will rise.He belongs to that kind of unstable state, that is, although he complains, he will do that kind of thing. The general direction is always right, but there is also a lot of resentment.In fact, he doesn't need to be too mature... I think he is still immature until the cursed child, and it is good to be in tune with SS.

Sorry Fred Navessimo Moody so many people for keeping you dead for so long.Come back and never die again, lol.