[SSHP] End of life

Harry struggled until midnight the night before, and finally had to clear his mind to get rid of the images and sounds that were playing over and over again.He found that it was much easier to clear his mind than before, but it still didn't affect him sleeping until noon the next day, and his whole body was sluggish.

It was Lee Jordan who pulled him up for lunch.Harry saw him again, very unaccustomed to this immature face.At the same time he was surprised to hear that there was going to be a Quidditch game in the afternoon.

While struggling to get out of bed, Harry checked the calendar, only to realize that it was the day after the exam.He remembered the day well, the night before he had used the Time-Turner to free Sirius.So he shouldn't be here - he should be in the medical wing.And there should have been hardly anyone in the castle when he came out.The heat and the end of term exams meant it was time for everyone to make the most of their last visit to Hogsmeade this term.However, many did not go.There was no sun on this day either—not only that, it was overcast, to be exact.

Maybe it was because of the bad weather, or maybe it was the Slytherin-Gryffindor Quidditch match that had been postponed for some reason in the afternoon, and neither Ron nor Hermione wanted to go to Hogsmeade.They hung out with Harry on the grounds, trying to pull Harry out of a slump—a 14-year-old with so much energy that he would never know what it meant to be sleep deprived.

Ron talked excitedly about the extraordinary events of the night before.Harry stared at his face.

Ron, who was a few years younger, made him feel very uncomfortable.The old friend's face hasn't fully grown yet, and the blue eyes don't have the firmness of a 17-year-old.But he can be sure that he prefers the current Ron.Although Ron was immature at this time, there was no gloom in his eyes that still settled in the deepest part after the scars healed, and those sky-like pupils were shining brightly.

They sat by the lake watching the giant squid lazily dangling its tentacles on the surface and wondering where Sirius might be now.Harry looked at the other side, and since the current situation was different from what he knew in the past, he was careful not to say much.Ron said excitedly: "Who do you think the Patronus will be?"

"A Patronus?" said Harry. "A deer?"

"Deer?" said Ron. "Are you sleepy? Oh yes, you weren't awake then—it was a hawk! It was so big, so beautiful—" At the age of 14, his language ability was obviously not as good as that of 17. The age difference was so far that Harry was a little surprised he didn't feel their lack of language when he was fourteen. "Bigger than Buckbeak!" said Ron at last.

Hermione didn't show her disapproval.

"Could that be Dumbledore's Patronus?" she asked.A little wind blew up beside the black lake, and her disheveled hair fluttered with the wind.

"No. Dumbledore's Patronus is a phoenix," said Harry.

Some haze filled his heart.He had never seen an eagle-shaped Patronus, the last time he saved himself, it was because of that time that he really learned the Patronus Charm.But not him this time.And it wouldn't be Hermione - if it was Hermione, she'd never fail to mention her Time-Turner, not even a knowing smile.

"How do you know Dumbledore's Patronus is a phoenix? If it wasn't his, could it be Sirius'?" Ron asked. "That rat... until we catch him, Sirius will be out there Hide for a while." He gave Harry a guilty look when he mentioned Sirius.

"It wasn't your fault, Ron." Harry patted him on the shoulder. "Who knew it would be an Animagus? There are so few Animagus."

He looked at Hermione's chest.There was still a small protrusion under the school robe, and the Time-Turner was still hanging snugly around her neck. "What the hell happened yesterday? I can't remember."

"After coming out of the Shrieking Shack yesterday, Professor Lupine turned into a werewolf, and he knocked us all down. Merlin, a werewolf is so strong... Do you remember all the way here, Harry?"

Harry nodded wildly.

"You and Hermione must have passed out all at once, because you didn't move much after that. Then Sirius and Professor Lupine got into a fight. I wanted to see you, but Snape was right between us, I passed out before I could get around it. Then I woke up and Sirius was running towards us, and Hermione woke up, and you were still lying there. Then came a lot of dementors, and at this time, across the lake The Patronus flew out of the bushes in the forest... The dementors escaped. But so did Peter Pedillo. Hermione was so clever, she told Sirius to ride Buckbeak as far as possible, no That rat, he can't get away with it, and the Ministry of Magic can arrest him at any time. If he is caught again, he won't be locked up in Azkaban... You know what happened after that." Ron said , "It's a pity that Professor Dumbledore and Fudge stared at us back to the tower, we never had a chance to talk about these things."

The wind is getting stronger by the Black Lake.The dark sky is like an iron plate, which has been gradually pressed to the top of the Forbidden Forest from a distance.Harry heard the rumble of thunder.

"Snape taught... Where's Snape?"

"Who knows. I didn't see him when I woke up. Maybe I ran away in fright when I saw the dementor." Ron said nonchalantly.

"Ron, don't say that! Professor Lupine protected us when he turned into a werewolf!" Hermione said unhappily, raising her finger to the sky. "We have to go back. It's going to rain. We'll be there soon." How will Diqi fight?"

Harry knew he couldn't count on cancellations, and Quidditch matches weren't canceled for something as trivial as a thunderstorm.He has played in worse situations before, and this time will be no different.The game will not be postponed - the students will take the train home tomorrow, and tonight will decide the ownership of the Academy Cup for this academic year.The bonus points for the Quidditch game are a very important weight. Even if it is not rain but mandrakes, they still have to finish the game.

As they crossed the lawn, a violent gust of wind blew up.The strong wind hit the castle wall, and the terrible sound was no less than the sound of the wind howling around the castle during the last battle of Hogwarts.Harry heard trees snapping in the distance in the Forbidden Forest.Oliver Wood ran down the steps, head bowed against the wind.He ran towards the three of Harry, and seemed to want to say something, but he could only make a strange breathless sound.In the end, he had no choice but to make a gesture, motioning the three people to follow him.

The three followed Wood to the Quidditch pitch and separated at the door of the locker room.The students who had gone to Hogsmeade also came back, because Quidditch was a very popular sport, and the whole school sat in the stands against the strong wind.No one is holding an umbrella, and the wind will knock their umbrellas over.

Ron and Hermione patted Harry on the shoulder and ran to the stands.Harry went into the dressing room, where the team had all arrived and changed into scarlet robes.Wood delivered his customary pep talk, only he switched the venue from outside to the locker room.Probably because he knew he wouldn't be able to utter a single word once he got out.

The wind was blowing so hard that they all staggered as they walked to the field.In the rumbling thunder, even if the audience cheered for them, they couldn't hear them.Harry looked at the gloomy sky, the iron-like black cloud had enveloped Hogwarts, he suddenly remembered that he forgot to cast a little spell on the glasses, once the game started, he would not be able to draw his hand to cast a spell on himself. Curse—he has a strange sense of déjà vu regarding this weather.

"Waterproof and moistureproof!" he said, taking off his glasses and tapping them with the tip of his wand.When he put his glasses back on, he saw the Slytherins walking toward them across the field, in their green robes.The captains of both sides came forward to shake hands, and Harry saw the face of the fourteen-year-old Draco Malfoy, who was strangely less hostile to Malfoy now.Malfoy's hair was blown tousled across his forehead, and he kept stroking it, looking irritated, but Harry knew once he got on the broom, hair and nothing else could compare to his desire to win.It's going to be a tough fight.

Harry saw Mrs. Hooch mouthing: "Get on the broomstick." He pulled his right foot out of the mud and stepped onto the Firebolt.Mrs. Hooch put the whistle to her lips and blew hard, and there was a sharp whistle--a sharp whistle, probably, because no one heard it.The game begins.

Harry soared into the sky, his Firebolt|bolt a little unsteady in the wind.He squeezed it as hard as he could.Malfoy lifted off opposite him, no longer stroking his hair, and gripping the broom handle tightly with both hands.The two of them weigh about the same, and neither of them can take advantage of such a strong wind. This match is still fair.There was a deafening thunder, and big rain fell suddenly.

Five minutes later, Harry was drenched and frozen.Everyone was drenched, and the rain was so dense that, even with his enchanted glasses, it was difficult for him to see the little Snitch clearly.He gallops across the court, past blurred figures of red and green, oblivious to what is going on.He also couldn't hear the comments in the blustery conditions.The sky was getting darker, as if night had decided to come early, and keeping the broomstick in a straight line was becoming increasingly difficult.The spectators were hidden beneath a sea of ​​black cloaks, and no one could raise a flag in solidarity with the team.Twice Harry was nearly knocked off his broomstick by a Bludger.

The stadium is getting colder and colder.Harry's broom was swaying from side to side in the sky with the strong wind, and he almost collided with Malfoy just now.Holding on to the broom, he leaned as far as he could through the turbulent air, looking for the Snitch in every direction, avoiding a Bludger in the process.There was another burst of thunder, followed by forked lightning.The sky is getting more and more dangerous.

Harry flew three quick laps around the pitch, his numb hands slipped on his broomstick as he skimmed the Slytherin stands, and the Firebolt fell a few feet.He brushed his drenched hair away from his eyes, noticing that the rain had frozen slightly.

"Harry!" Wood shouted from the Gryffindor goal in the gap between the thunder and the wind, "Harry, behind you!"

Harry flipped on his back in the air, hanging upside down from the broom.He saw a small golden orb gleaming in the pouring rain.He didn't stop, and spun towards the golden snitch.

"Come on!" Between the thunder and thunder, the roar of the Gryffindor stands sounded very far away, and they were cheering for Harry's flying skills.But Harry wasn't paying attention.He finally remembered what this strange déjà vu was—in the same weather in the last third grade, there were many dementors in that game.They were supposed to play Hufflepuff in the first half of the term, but for some reason the match was postponed and their opponents were Slytherins.

It might just be similar weather, maybe I'm thinking too much.But Harry noticed it was unusually cold, and he didn't want to take the risk.No matter what method he uses, he must catch the Snitch as soon as possible to end the game.

Malfoy also spotted the Snitch.He was half a body behind Harry, lowering himself into a dive.Harry swayed slightly, and flicked Malfoy's shoulder with the tail of his broom. In such a strong wind, no one could prove that he did it on purpose.He swooped down and grabbed the little ball over the Hufflepuff stands.

He thought the game was finally over, but there were no whistles or cheers.The entire Quidditch pitch was silent, and the wind, though still as strong as ever, forgot to roar, as if someone had turned it off.The familiar, terribly cold snap he had just felt hit him again, and this time, Harry finally saw the attackers.

At least a hundred dementors hovered over the pitch.They formed a circle and slowly pressed towards the field.Their faces, hidden under their hoods, were turned towards him.It was as if frozen water had risen from his chest, cutting through his internal organs.He heard a voice, a woman moaning inside his head - he knew it was his mother's voice.

"Don't touch Harry. Don't touch Harry, please don't touch Harry!"

"Go away, you stupid woman, go away, now..."

"Don't touch Harry, please don't, take me, kill me..."

Harry's heart sank.He was terrified, he was in pain.But he couldn't be more clear, this is not the present, this is the past... Who said that the dementors affected him more than others?Who told him to empty his mind?

"My last warning—"

"Don't touch Harry, please don't move, have mercy, have mercy!"

A shrill voice growled and Lily screamed.The baby was crying bitterly.Empty brain, empty brain, empty—

"Call for protection!" Harry yelled.A silver eagle shot out from the tip of his wand, instead of the silvery glints he'd expected to barely take shape.At this moment, he finally got rid of the influence of the dementor on his mind and calmed down, but was soon struck by even greater shock.

He looked at his unfamiliar Patronus.It rushed into the air, spread its wings and hovered over the field, and the dementors scattered like sheep being slaughtered by goshawks.He finally heard the terrified shouts from the stands, the sound of rain, and the whistle, and realized that he had been spinning and falling just now, and now he was close to the ground.If he had regained consciousness any later, he would have broken some part of his own limb, most likely his neck.

There were a few silver things flying towards the sky, and Lupine's Patronus was the round ball Harry had seen before, shooting like a cannonball towards the densest concentration of dementors.Dumbledore's Patronus is a silver phoenix, bigger than two eagles combined, with dense and long tail feathers.Harry subconsciously looked towards the Slytherin stands, but he didn't see the familiar doe.Snape was clearly going down the stairs.

With the Snitch in hand, Harry wobbled to the ground.Malfoy landed beside him, gasping for breath, looking terrified and pale.Others also landed on the field one after another. Madam Pomfrey, wearing a cloak and holding a huge piece of chocolate in her hand, rushed towards them.Snape and Dumbledore also came running from the edge of the field, their faces full of anger.Harry looked at the sky, the eagle and the phoenix were still circling in the rain, and the dementors were receding like the tide.

He opened his palm, and in his palm was the little golden snitch.

The Gryffindor players cheered. "For Merlin's sake!" Madam Pomfrey roared angrily, trying to break apart the huddled players.Harry got a large bar of chocolate.Ron and Hermione ran to Harry. "That's the eagle!" Ron shouted. "Harry, don't deny it, it was you who saved us!"

"You read it wrong!" Harry also shouted, his voice was shattered by the still howling wind, "I wasn't awake at that time, I don't even have any memory of that time!"

"Well, maybe I'm wrong—" said Ron.He still wanted to say something, but the person on the other side silenced him.

Snape came to the players in a huff. He was obviously more prepared than Madam Pomfrey, and every Slytherin player got a piece of chocolate bigger than their two palms put together.But Gryffindor didn't.

"The partial old bastard," muttered Fred.

Malfoy's gray eyes were distracted, clearly frightened.Snape broke the chocolate, pinched Malfoy's mouth open, and stuffed the chocolate inside.

For some reason, Harry felt a little envious.He stared at Snape's hand around Malfoy's jaw.

Dumbledore finally evacuated the teachers and students and hurried to the center of the stadium.It was as if there was a transparent protective cover around him, and the rainwater hit the cover and splashed everywhere.Professor McGonagall was beside him. "Dementor this time, I'll have a good talk with Fudge... How are you feeling, Harry?" he asked straight away, real anger and worry in his blue eyes.

Harry looked at the old man, face to face with him for the first time since his return.He originally thought that he resented Dumbledore, resented him for not telling him anything, resented him for using him as a weapon, and even wanted to sacrifice him in the end.But he didn't know how much he missed this great elder until he saw him face to face again.His wisdom is condensed from all his past, and whenever he chooses, it must be for a reason-if he decides to sacrifice something to achieve his goal, it proves that there is no other way.

He is not wrong.He just loves more people.And Harry knew that Dumbledore's choice must be his own choice in the end.He will do that.He would, he would - not because anyone forced him to.

"I feel great," Harry replied. "It's a good thing no one got hurt."

"It's a great feeling - the great savior was leading his team to victory again, nearly breaking his precious little head for it," Snape said in a sharp tone.Malfoy bowed his head, and the Slytherins walked slowly towards the dressing room.Ron whispered from the sidelines, "He's jealous that you were the one who caught the Snitch."

Harry shook his head.The gust of wind became weaker at some point, and the interval between thunderclaps also became longer.He said: "When I was attacked by the dementors just now, I heard some voices...I think it was my mother's voice. She was protecting me. She asked Voldemort to kill her and leave me alone. Voldemort told her to get out of the way. She didn't get out of the way. Then I heard her screaming..."

Dumbledore patted Harry on the shoulder.Harry looked up, thankful that the rain, which still hadn't abated, made it impossible for anyone to see that he wasn't actually crying.Maybe it's the chocolate, maybe it's getting used to not having parents—he hasn't cried because of it since he was in elementary school.At this time he thought of Lily, rather than sadness, he felt the warmth left by those great loves.The Slytherins are gone.But Snape stood where he was, with no expression on his face.

Snape begged Voldemort to spare Lily.Voldemort had really kept his promise - half of it, he had tried to spare Lily.Knowing what happened that night, knowing that Voldemort is not his complete enemy, will Snape, who likes black magic and has always been attracted by power, continue to stay in the Order of the Phoenix?If there had been no Harry Potter, if Harry Potter had died before Lily had cast the protective spell, would a Voldemort who had kept his word inexplicably have killed Lily?Snape didn't want to protect him, he just wanted to keep Lily alone, but as long as he was alive, as long as Lily was alive, she would definitely protect her child with her life.The ending will not change, his existence is the cause of Lily's death.Would Snape resent him for it?

Harry looked at Snape, and before he knew it, his hands clenched into fists.

Snape looked at him too.A few seconds later, he flashed a malicious smile at Harry: "Your golden boy was frightened by dementors, Dumbledore. I think you should take him to the medical wing and give him a good treatment." brain..."

Dumbledore stared at Snape for a long time, then he shook his head slightly: "Harry has just completed the Patronus Charm brilliantly. You should be more lenient to him, Severus, learning the Patronus Charm at his age is It's not easy, it's a high-level spell."

Snape let out an extremely contemptuous sound from his nasal cavity, turned and left.His black robe was thoroughly soaked by the rain and dragged on the ground.

"He's like a lost dog," Ron whispered again.

"Harry, your Patronus Charm is very good. I have to say, you shocked me." Dumbledore smiled, leading Harry and his friends to the dressing room, "I thought your Patronus Will be a stag like your father."

"I thought so too," said Harry, confused.An eagle, was he himself who saved him?But he did pass out.Could it really be himself, but he forgot?But his Patronus has always been a stag, how could it become an eagle? "My Patronus looked like a big four-footed animal when it wasn't formed... how could it be an eagle?" he murmured.

Something had changed, he realized with horror.Even himself.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder again. "The patron saint is a part of a person's soul, and everyone's soul will not be single. Don't worry, Harry, no matter what form your patron saint is, it will protect you very well."

The author has something to say: Hey, it suddenly became smoother hahahahahaha, I don’t feel uncomfortable no matter how I read a sentence~ There is nothing wrong with the whole chapter~ Is it really suitable for me in daily life! ! ! !

I really like Ron.Little Ron is so cute.He is also so cute every time he secretly says SS.

Then talk about Lily.In fact, I have always been a little confused. The Potter family should be members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix are Gryffindors. How can they ask the enemy for mercy?Isn't this the instinct of animals?Unless Lily wanted to cut the bottom line for the sake of her son, she begged Lao Fu first, but found that begging him was useless. Lao Fu wanted to do something, so she decided to resist, and in the end she lost without even overcoming the curse.