[SSHP] End of life

Harry fumbled for his wand from its usual place under the pillow, and the pouch on his breast disappeared.He carefully felt the magic power contained in his body, and the magic power returned to about 13 years old.Someone in the house was snoring.He lifted the curtain of the bed and saw Neville and Seamus.

He rubbed his eyes.His roommates had been dead for less than a year, yet seeing them again seemed like a lifetime.There were some textbooks beside the bed. He picked them up and read them. They were textbooks for the third grade.Presumably the exams were over and they were thrown around in the carnival.

Harry put down the bed curtain and lay back on the bed, looking at the light coming in from the window through the gap left by the bed curtain, wondering for a while what he had experienced before, including whether the war was a dream he had.But the smell of blood and fire in his nasal cavity seemed to be still there, as was the small bottle in his hand.He still remembers chanting the incantation that he always wanted to understand but couldn't understand before he lost consciousness, but he couldn't remember the process clearly.He remembered a boundless darkness, he remembered bands of colored light.Maybe here is another time and space?Maybe he just regressed back to a point in time when nothing had happened yet.

There's a point in time when he hasn't lost anything.

But he had no joy in getting another chance.Harry, you should do this.Harry, you should do that.Harry, you have to live in misery, you don’t have the right to die—whether there will be in the future—Harry, you have to die, let go of all unwillingness?

It's as if he's a marionette.

Thinking of the painful life he was about to repeat, Harry had the urge to destroy everything or die.The death and anger of not so long ago still affect him.Holding his long-lost wand of holly, he looked gloomily at everything in the house. On the bed next to him, Neville slept comfortably, with a round face and slightly parted lips. A kind of honest and serene unique to Neville Longbottom.

Neville rolled over.

He smiled in his sleep.

At this moment, Harry seemed to be awakened suddenly.After Sirius died, he was trapped in regrets, he dreamed of starting over countless times, he will endure, he will work hard to grow, he is willing to give back what he lost, what others have been deprived of because of his mistakes .And now, fate seems to have really given him this chance.

Indeed, living is a very painful thing.But no matter how hard it was, no matter how much blood had to be shed, he had to live.He shouldn't be afraid of pain that hasn't happened yet.His friends are still here.As long as they can live well and make it to the end one by one, that's enough.He hoped so from the bottom of his heart.

Neville is still here, Seamus is still here.So Snape - thinking about it, Harry decided he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.Exams are over, and there will be no class tomorrow—he struggled over and over again for 10 minutes, finally got up, and tiptoed out of Gryffindor Tower.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he moved close to the side.Just a few hours ago, he dragged his exhausted body step by step through a square of moonlight, but now his body was comfortable and full of vitality for the first time in a long time.After a while, he reached the cellar door and tapped lightly on the handle in the shape of a small snake. "Is Professor Snape in there?" he asked softly.

"A Parseltongue that doesn't deserve much respect," said the little snake reluctantly, wagging his head. "Too bad I couldn't resist. He's not here—you can go in, lucky boy."

Great, Snape was still alive - just this fact made Harry tremble uncontrollably, and he almost forgot to tell the little snake not to report to Snape that he had been here.He went down into the cellar and took out Snape's Pensieve with familiarity, only to find that Snape hadn't put any memories in it.

He walked to the corner with the Pensieve in case Snape came back and bumped into him suddenly.He covered the Pensieve and himself with the Invisibility Cloak, and poured the memory into it impatiently.

With a dizzying spin, Harry plunged headfirst into a cloud of light.He seemed to be pulled by someone in the air, his body turned upside down, and his feet stepped on the warm and firm ground.There is a huge chimney in the distance, and two people.He was surprised to recognize one of them as his mother.

He saw Snape's first unsuccessful strike-up. The 9-year-old Snape hid behind the hedge, with an unconcealed longing on his immature face.When Lily called his name, a small, shy but warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He was growing up slowly, and every time Lily turned around to leave, he looked at Lily from a distance with a kind of longing full of fear and deep loneliness.The memory switched, and Harry saw him sitting in the corner of the library flipping through an old book, his face was between a teenager and a young man, twilight and dust were quietly and slowly flowing around him, he was alone by the dim window .At the same age, Snape was sitting on a small, shabby wooden bed with his knees folded, expressionlessly shooting the flies on the ceiling with his wand.He has turned 17 and can use a wand outside of school.There were cursing, crying, and glass breaking outside the house.Snape didn't respond.After a while, he buried his face deep in his knees.

Harry remembered Hermione telling him on the train that Snape's mother had married a Muggle when they left school.It seemed that he hadn't left the Muggle world until he came of age.He also thought of those Muggle books that seemed to have passed away. At Snape's age, just in time for the British economic depression, he was imprinted with both Muggle and wizard eras.

He was bounced into another memory, seeing the desolate profile of the grown-up Snape standing on the astronomy tower, looking up at the gray and low sky in the thousand-year-old castle.I also saw him knelt by the corner of the black robe many times, bowing his head and enduring Cruciatus.That expression Harry had seen in Snape's memory in fifth grade, every time he was insulted by robbers, he had such a stubborn childlike expression on his face.

It turned out that he hadn't changed.

Those life experiences that Harry had been curious about slowly unfolded in front of him, allowing him to see the darkness and truth in them.He saw Snape for 20 years, and then all of himself.The self learning Occlumency, the self that suddenly appeared in Dean's forest, the self standing calmly in front of him in the potions office.Finally, there are some messy memories, Snape ate every meal in the teacher's bench of silence, silently took out all the gold coins in the vault to make fake Gryffindor swords, he wandered in the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters In between, he was injured, got up, tried his best to protect the students in a clever way and was not thanked by anyone, raised his head through the huge hatred gathered by whispers and sharp eyes like blades.

He faced Voldemort.It was too early, he had to fight - there were things Potter hadn't told.He had to tell Potter that he had to go—with half his life to go.There is a figure behind the box.The protection spell is echoing its own magic power.It's Potter.Here comes Potter, his mission nearly complete.It's the end, it's all coming to an end.He can finally be free.

He is too tired.

The hand that wanted to resist was put down.The snake's cage rolled forward, enveloping his head and shoulders.

Harry's consciousness left the Pensieve and returned to the dark potions office.He lifted his face from the water, and sat in the corner of the office in a way that seemed uncomfortable without realizing it.His eyes were fixed on the water surface, where the silver light swirled, and a picture emerged from time to time.

He watched these flashbacks, and finally confirmed that all the memories he had just seen were true.He felt like never before that there could be something unimaginable and real in the world.

Like never thought he would one day see 30 years in just a few minutes.

He held the Pensieve, his whole body trembling.The memory was very messy and the fragments were very short, but the information contained in each fragment almost shocked him beyond thinking.He thought he was qualified enough to hate the whole world, and he never thought that anyone could persist in another hellish life.But how could Snape be so calm?He finally learned of Dumbledore's plan regarding the ownership of the Elder Wand, and it turned out that Snape survived only to die in due time.

He hesitated for a while, got up a little and changed to a more comfortable position, and buried the Pensieve again.

All over again.He passively followed Snape's memory across time and space.Because of Lily's existence, the deserted square has become extremely warm, Hogwarts has not changed at all in the past 20 years, the wedding ceremony where extreme happiness and extreme pain coexist, and people cheer and spin in the light and music.Apparently, the young men came and went stealthily, without anyone noticing the unwelcome visitor.Harry stood by a large old chimney, watching Snape sitting alone on a swing in the dark.He hesitated, wanting to get closer, but in the end he just stared at the back.

The next moment, Snape staggered to the top of the desolate, dark hill, the wind blew his hair and the hem of his clothes, and he was in a panic.Dumbledore said contemptuously with a cold expression Harry had never seen before: "You are disgusting." He said "Please" as if he didn't hear it, and knelt tremblingly at Dumbledore's feet.At this moment, there is no trace of dignity in him.

"Then what can you give me in return?" Dumbledore demanded.There was sharpness and shrewdness in his tone.

Harry stared at Dumbledore, finally convinced that the scribbled words on the wall "for the greater good" were really written by Dumbledore.He had always had doubts before.No one spoke.He walked over to Dumbledore and looked into Snape's face.

After a long time, Snape raised his head, his face was full of despair, panic and determination, it was too dark, and there was no light in his eyes.He replied: "Anything."

Then there are explosions, shouts and flames.A green light, a terrible scream.Snape staggered into the ruined house of bouncing spells, the baby beside him was crying loudly.Both were crying, but they didn't even look at each other.Owls and newspapers were flying around, wizards were drinking and carousing, and Snape was sinking into Dumbledore's office chair, covering his face, as if he had been in pain for 100 years.When he finally looked up, he didn't seem to have broken out of the quagmire.His eyes were empty, not even tears.At this moment he seemed to be dead, or dying.

"Do you remember Lily's eyes? Their shape, their color... Lily's child is still alive, and he has exactly the same eyes as his mother. Help me protect Lily's child," said Dumbledore.

After a while, Snape stood up, with a faint glint in his hollow black eyes: "Then, never tell him—"

"What? Not telling him the good side of you? It's not fair to you, Severus."

"Very well, very well... I have spent almost my whole life looking for fairness, but now I give up! This is the only condition I have... I want you to swear!"

Snape stood alone by the gate of Hogwarts, looked up at the castle blankly for a while, pushed open the iron gate and walked in.He hid in the cellar, covering his face or holding wine, with a sad or gloomy expression.He stood at the door of the cellar with a gloomy expression, walked out to class, and slowly brewed the potion in every second of free time, labeling all the materials.He kept flipping through books in Spider's End alley.Ten years passed, and he gradually became the old bastard Harry knew.

On the night Harry entered school, he sat in the Astronomy Tower until midnight.

He stood before the Mirror of Erised, and soon turned away silently.

He sat on the teacher's bench, staring darkly at the Gryffindor table.A few minutes later, two small heads flashed past the window of the hall. He stood up abruptly, and rolled out of the hall through the side door like a black cloud.

He reluctantly blew off a silver firecracker at Dumbledore's urging.

While muttering something unhappily, he moved the gill grass to a more prominent position.

He faced the werewolf on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and pulled the three children behind him without hesitation.

"He's back!" He grabbed Karkaroff's collar viciously.

He closed the cellar door and stood with his head bowed for a while.Then he went in and began to slowly sort out the contents of the cellar.In the days after that, he repeatedly placed restrictions and brewed potions every day, and the small bottles were neatly arranged in the corner.

Seeing Harry and Cedric appearing with the trophy, he stood up abruptly.He ran upstream toward the maze amidst the screaming, panicked crowd.

"Severus, you know what I'm going to need from you. Are you ready? If you are..."

"Yes." He said softly.The white curtains of the hospital wing fluttered gently in the wind, wrapping around his legs.He slowly put on the black cloak and put the silver mask on his face.

The memory that follows is a bit muddled.Harry looked back one by one.In a dilapidated house, Snape and Narcissa Malfoy made an unbreakable vow.Snape was talking to Mundungus in disgust in the tavern, where a dozen broomsticks hovered over the Dursleys' house.The team, headed by flying motorcycles, rushed into the sky, and someone shouted: "That's Potter! He loves to use the Stunning Curse!" Snape clumsily turned his broom in the sky and rushed over, struggling to aim, the backpack and Hedwig's cage into darkness.Seeing that Harry was not moving, he roared something loudly, the backpack exploded into bright fireworks, his voice was swallowed up in the high-altitude wind.He turned and chased the other team, and one of the Death Eaters raised his wand at Lupine's back. He hurriedly shot the spell at the man's hand, but the spell missed and missed Fred's hand. ear.The Ministry of Magic hall was in chaos, and the explosive spell he shot bounced and destroyed the fireplace where the three of Harry escaped.One night, he fell out of the fireplace in the potions office and lay motionless on the ground for nearly an hour before struggling to move into the room.A few minutes later, he walked out of the house, his footsteps were no longer frivolous, and his face was pale.He began to stand on top of the Astronomy Tower for a long time.

A cloud of smoke hits the face, and the memory jumps to the last night.Harry saw himself standing in the bright headmaster's office, the light dazzled him a little.He saw himself - a tattered Harry Potter standing face to face with Snape, Snape's wand resting on his chin.Then, Harry saw the self he remembered didn't move.Snape left the headmaster's room and walked towards the Great Hall, ordering all the students to gather, threatening them to hand over Harry Potter.

Harry turned around to see Snape's expression, unfriendly, sullen, surly, and threatening.At this moment - at this time, I was probably fainting at the door of the Room of Requirement - Ron and Hermione led their friends and pushed open the door of the auditorium.Snape drew his wand, and the students backed away from each other in a clamor.Ron and the others faced Snape head-on.Harry noticed that Slytherin House had been moved to the front, facing Gryffindor.Even Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout seriously prepared their wands. Although the Slytherins would not be attacked from three sides - but due to the position, even in the first second of the accident, no one The Academy threw its back at them, defenseless.

Professor McGonagall suddenly rushed to the center of the hall, stood in front of the students in a protective manner, and shot curses at Snape one after another.Snape snarled viciously, but Harry noticed that, contrary to the words and expression, he merely blocked, did not fight back.He backed up to the wall, broke the hall window and ran out, with Professor McGonagall calling coward behind him.

He hurried back to the principal's office, but Harry didn't obediently wait for him there. "Things can't be better today!" He shouted at Dumbledore's picture frame, but Dumbledore didn't show up. The other principals closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. Only one principal who didn't know him secretly glanced at him .He cursed sullenly, and grabbed a bottle on the table and threw it at Dumbledore's empty picture frame, then he walked quickly to the Pensieve.The next second, he took a staggered step and tightly held his left arm.Harry knew that the next thing the man went to the Shrieking Shack was something that had just happened to him.He lost Snape.Even though it was only in memory, he still felt terribly painful.

But the next memory is not the dark, dilapidated hut full of pain and death.It was still the principal's office, and it was night outside the window.Snape stood in the middle of the room, staring at Phineas' frame.

"Potter revealed that it was snowing outside. I saw them eating fish. I also heard birds... the kind of birds that can only be found in the north. But that's not the point, it's not a big deal to deduce their location, They are very safe. But to me, their ability to resist stress is far from enough! In such a safe place, it seems that they will be attacked at any time. Suspicion is not the same as caution. They will wear themselves down first! You didn’t See that kid's expression, Headmaster Snape!" Phineas snorted, he looked more dissatisfied with the decline in the quality of students at Hogwarts than hating Gryffindor or Potter, "I Reason enough to believe that his little red-haired friend has left him, and there seems to be something wrong with his wand! Nervous, restless, he looks utterly haggard, like he's about to give up—aha, I admit I was upset when you forced me to answer their call, but I'm happy now!" he said, casting a defiant glance at Dumbledore's portrait.

Seeing that neither of them responded, Phineas straightened the bow tie with his hands in boredom.He spoke in an obviously flattering tone, but his eyes were very sharp: "Principal Snape, Potter also asked about you. You should really look at his face at that time, as if you were his life-saving straw. I There's no doubt he's out of his mind, a Gryffindor—"

Snape scowled.He turned suddenly to Dumbledore's frame.

Dumbledore stood up abruptly from his chair.

"Severus, now is not the time!"

"When is the time then? When your golden boy breaks down and kills himself?" Snape growled. "Now I have the final say! Don't forget you're dead, Dumbledore!"

He strode over and removed Dumbledore's frame in a very rude way.Behind the frame was a hole, from which he took out a shining silver sword.

Dumbledore was silent, and Snape hung the frame back.He put on his cloak, spread a black cloth on the table, wrapped the Gryffindor sword, and stuffed it inside the cloak.Just as he was about to walk to the door, Dumbledore calmly spoke to remind him from behind.His tone was a little weak.

"Severus, don't let Harry know it's you. Voldemort can see through Harry's mind what you've done."

Snape stopped and cast a sharp look at the frame, but he didn't shake his head or nod.Then he buttoned the heavy hood of his cloak silently, turned and walked down the steps.

Harry raised his head from the Pensieve, wiped off his sweat, and collapsed limply on the floor.His eyes were fixed on the cellar door, and he seemed to see the bright winding staircase of the headmaster's office.It was as if Snape had just walked out and closed the door impatiently and carefully.

It turned out that this was the real Snape.It turned out that he carefully protected so many people.It turned out that he had been looking for them for so long with the sword.It turned out that he was aware of his mental state, so he took a huge risk not to forget him completely.

Turns out that was the whole reason for what Snape did.The whole reason why Snape kept giving him a hard time and couldn't resist his gaze.He was the son of Snape's sworn enemy and only true love, and he bore his loathing and regret.This was almost all he could give - in Harry's perception, this man lacked feelings, except for the small joy and embarrassment that sometimes appeared faintly, the rest was only anger, hatred and regret.

The son of the person he loves the most and the person he hates the most... Harry's existence is a contradiction for Snape, always reminding him of his love, mistakes and responsibilities.He thought about extricating himself, but he kept his oath, protecting him to the end, until they could all face their end frankly.One knew long ago that he was destined to be abandoned, and the other fought without knowing it until he was eliminated as the last Horcrux in order to win.Both of them must die.

Then they would trade their own deaths for more—only there would be no more of them after that.They were freed from the weight of prophecy, from the responsibilities that bound them and kept them in this world.Their pain, hope and love all come to an end, at the end of an era.They will be heroes, and they will be buried with the devil.

The author has something to say: In fact, I don’t think it is necessary to write the story of the prince in such detail... It is estimated that everyone may have read the chapter of Ha 7 N times.But it doesn’t work if you don’t write it... The first is that there is fine-tuning, and the second is that it can’t be saved, otherwise Xiaoha doesn’t feel it at all.What's more... I like to watch the SS score. For example, I just told Xiaoha not to move in the principal's office, and then ran out and asked someone to hand him over.laugh.And SS got angry and smashed things, oh, it's so cute.

It's still hard to write.Sometimes I really feel that I should stop for a few days or something...

It seems that everyone likes Always very much, how many people like Anything?

I personally like SS telling Lao Deng that you are dead, hahaha, SS is mighty.In fact, it's not that unsafe, he can put his memory in the Pensieve.Before meeting Lao Fu face to face, he had contact with Xiaoha three times, once in the Ministry of Magic, once in the forest, and once in the principal's office.In the last chapter, I actually thought about why Lao Fu suddenly knew about it. I was more inclined to find out after Xiaoha connected with Lao Fu's thinking, because at that time SS didn't know that he was about to die, so he must be very careful .It's unlikely that Lao Fu will find out what he did from his side.

Speaking of the attitude towards portraits, there is one thing in the movie that is different from the original book that I really like, that is, SS catches Xiaoha on a night tour, and tests the Marauder's map, and the portrait on the wall next to him scolds him, saying that your wand is too bright, so hurry up and put it out dropped, and flicked out his wand in a frenzy as he walked.That piece of AR is killing me.

I adjusted the time, and the two chapters of the double update were put in the manuscript box and posted at the front and back, which seemed to be more coherent.Hurry up and let Xiaoha figure it out by himself, so that he can open the second volume.Writing these chapters has caused my brain cells to die.Still easier everyday.

Well, Xiaoha can no longer be regarded as a real Xiaoha, he should be called Erha.At least 1.5 ha.How about calling him Erha in the future?laugh.