[SSHP] End of life

When he heard his own voice, Harry was sure the expression on his face was more startled than Snape's black eyes suddenly widened.A familiar memory suddenly broke into my mind.

He saw himself standing in the Shrieking Shack, facing Voldemort.The cage wrapped in the big snake rotates slowly under the candlelight, reflecting colorful lights from time to time.Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, keeping the tip pointed at him.The red eyes showed a kind of cold scrutiny, and the skinny hands were raised.As the arm was raised, the black robe slid from the wrist to the elbow.

The hand holding the wand waved lightly at him. "Kill," said Voldemort.The cage floated toward him.

Memory interrupted.Harry saw many images flashing through his mind, blurry.Obviously, Snape caught Legilimency off guard, but he managed to control his thoughts in a very short time.

Return in vain.thought Harry.He had to face Snape's rage in a while.

He put down his wand, and the Potions Office returned.On the opposite side, Snape didn't push him over the colorful jars soaking corpses, nor threw a jar of dead cockroaches at him, but said nothing.For a minute, maybe half a minute, Harry was puzzled by Snape's attitude, unable to tell whose memory it was.He looked at Snape, considering the possibility that he had actually been Legilimency reversed by Snape just now.

He tapped the wand guard lightly, and the wand slid back into place.He seemed to see that memory again, standing opposite Snape, sharing vision with Voldemort.He saw Snape's pale face, as if wearing a marble mask, and his black eyes were so empty that if he didn't speak, he could hardly realize that there was a living person behind the cold inorganic color.

Slowly, Harry began to tremble.He held onto the table, shaking like a leaf in the wind.He stared into Snape's eyes. "Why?" he asked hoarsely.

"It's none of your business, Potter," Snape said quietly.Without looking at Harry, he put away his wand and put the Pensieve in the cupboard.

"You already knew—! Why!"

Snape closed the cupboard door and glanced at Harry.Harry was looking at him desperately and excitedly, green eyes meeting black ones.The moment their eyes met, Harry finally felt that the silent and tolerant Snape had returned with burning eyes. "Why?" Snape asked flatly, "Why didn't I tell you?"

Harry tried to speak, but his throat was choked.He took two steps closer to Snape, and they looked at each other across the table.Harry nodded.

"Because it doesn't make sense," Snape replied. "We're back in 1995, and you're still the accidental Horcrux, and I'm still the double agent. Suppose I told you I'm from 1998, fine, and so are you." 1998. But what does that do to what's still to come? Other than to make you feel like you're not the only exception?"

That's all there is to it.Harry thought.

He stared at Snape, his voice trembling with anger, reassurance, and grievance: "This year, I was so scared, I read so many books, and I fought alone! If you told me earlier, we could discuss more countermeasures—— "

"There's no need for countermeasures, Potter." Snape interrupted, the warm candlelight fell into his black eyes, painted with a layer of cool color, "Save everything, don't you have fun doing it?"

"I'm not happy," said Harry. "You didn't even ask me how it turned out."

"I don't need to ask." Snape replied coldly, "You went crazy and returned to this point in time before the war was over. I don't know exactly what method you used, but I must warn you : Honestly, don’t do anything. Digory is already the limit of my tolerance for you—you can’t even think about changing the course of history.”

Harry was still staring at Snape across the table.His hands gripped the edge of the table tightly.

"You may not know..."

"I don't need to know—"

"You're the reason I'm crazy!"

Snape kept his mouth shut.He was silent for a while.

"Actually, I came back to ask why!" Harry growled in a low voice, and he raised his hand violently to Snape, "Even if you die, I will chase you to hell and ask you why !"

"May I ask you to get to the point, Mr. Potter?"

"You treated me unfairly for six years, you hated my father, you hated me, but you helped me, obviously unnecessary, you comfort me!"

Snape stared at him and sighed exaggeratedly. "Desperately expressive. I guess you're trying to say that my dislike of you is a sham? But I'd say—wrong, Potter. That last sham peace is. I'm going to finish what belongs to My mission is for my purpose. To achieve my purpose, I can do whatever it takes. If your mood swings seriously hinder the achievement of your ultimate goal, I think it is necessary for me to correct it."

"You also know you treat me badly!"

"Important, Potter!" Snape frowned and waved at the door. "If you have nothing else to say, get out of my office."

Harry shook his head and closed his eyes.He stuffed his right hand into his pants pocket, trying to force back more emotion that was about to rush out.If he didn't get to the point, the words would just annoy Snape.With this movement, he felt that the impulse he had just covered in his thoughts was scattered, and he regained control of his logical thinking.

"I'm not lying, Snape," he whispered, very sincerely, "I came back because of you. I hated you so much when I saw you kill Dumbledore. Even if I find the clues of the Horcrux in the smallest detail, I suddenly feel that maybe the truth of that night is not what I saw. In the past period of time, I held the Horcrux in the snow, guilt, anger, and resentment , not enough to eat, fight, fear, but I dreamed of you. It was a year worse than hell, and you were at least half my support. Get up and move on. I want to kill Voldemort, and I want to know if you're really the bastard you've always been. I want to win, and when it's all over, I'm going to ask you. On the last day, did you really Didn't put a spell on me, I thought it was the final battle, I thought it was over after the last night. But you died. I feel like all my efforts are in vain. I want to know you the most. Never tell me again. The thought of not having you, never having you—it breaks me."

Snape didn't answer.

"This hand of mine was covered in your blood. I hate you for never giving me the chance to get to know each other," said Harry, twirling his fingers. "But what I regret most is not Told you how much you helped me, how much you meant to me. I never said thank you."

Snape watched Harry's pained face.His expression remained motionless, and his black eyes were like two hard stones. "Listen, Potter—that's an illusion, and I'm not important to you. You don't have to say thank you to me, that's all I can do for you. Now that you know all the Horcruxes and their The location, even if you do it all over again, you just need to continue searching in this order.” He paused, his tone more like accusations, “I’ve already told you everything, I’m no longer of much use to you. But you use You lied to yourself with false expectations. You chose to come back and you ruined all your hard work."

"No...you are much more useful than you imagined. In fact, you only need to live..." Harry paused slightly, surprised by the slight pleading in his tone, "Look, we are all going to war People at the end, if we work together, maybe we can win faster."

He is using high-sounding words to cover up his selfishness again.But he didn't see anything wrong with doing so.Snape was more than that - he kicked the ground without saying it.

"Just relying on your 14-year-old magic power and your brain that hasn't evolved?" Snape said coldly, "Compared with a savior who doesn't know how to improve, I would rather believe in my own experience and memory."

"Trust your memory? So you decide to do it all over again and do nothing?"

"That's right. I don't need to do anything. And I warn you again—you don't have to do anything."

"—but you will die!"

Snape's obsidian eyes looked very deep in the candlelight, and he lifted his chin slightly, casting Harry's familiar glance of distaste at him.

"So what?" he said with a mocking snort.

Harry stood there helpless.The Snape he had missed for a whole year stood in front of him, tall, reliable, and gentle.But his essence is still the rock so hard that everything bounces back and nothing penetrates.

"But you, you shouldn't just die like this, you--you're a good person!" Harry couldn't choose what to say.He felt his face very hot, probably flushed.

"Don't think you can stand in front of me and say you know me because you have my memory, Potter." The sneer on Snape's lips disappeared, replaced by contempt, "I've never been a kind person, don't put you The fantasies of that are set on me, and it makes me really sick."

"You mean you still hate me? Really? After everything you've done for me—" Harry asked hesitantly.He realized that Snape was likely to be impatient with his repeated confirmation, but even if his impatience drove him out, he would ask a second, a third time.This man's composure is something that has supported him for nearly a year. He chased him, even going back to the past, just wanting to hear his affirmation.

He just wanted to hear him say he cared about him.

"I'm relieved, Potter. Don't have unrealistic fantasies about me just because I'm a time traveler like you. The only thing you know about me is that I hate you. Very much, not at all." It takes a disguise."

—but he didn't say it.Of course he wouldn't say it.

"Then why did you give me all your memories?"

"What did I give you?"

"Uh...you have a crush on my mother?"

Snape snarled, "Enough! I can never expect a Gryffindor to get to the point! You've got more time, and you should use it to study and increase your chances of victory! I can't imagine knowing that There are people who are stupid enough to pay attention to these irrelevant things when they should do what they should do!"

But it affects your whole life.If you really don't think these memories matter, I'd sell them to the Daily Prophet for a premium.

Harry wanted to say that.He scanned Snape's face, unable to tell if Snape was trying to cover his embarrassment by growling, so he kept his mouth shut cautiously.If he pissed off his Potions Master, this vengeful man would make his life worse for the rest of the month and a half.

Snape had left the table, his face half-lit in the candlelight and shadows.Harry looked at him, recalling the way he covered his face in countless dreams.That kind of deep depression is more terrifying than hysterical venting.

If one loses everything, being alive means nothing but a burden.Harry, who had experienced that feeling himself, knew all too well that if Dumbledore hadn't asked Snape to protect him, this man would have been dead long ago.

He is not afraid of death.Perhaps death to him was the greatest gift from Merlin in his life.

But not for him.Harry straightened up, he couldn't stand Snape's constant excuses to change the subject anymore.Asking him how he really feels about him, preventing him from dying, that's his whole point.He will ask, he will do, and he will not stop.Although he knew that maybe this man would never admit his true feelings.He will never let him die.

"Okay, okay. Let's not talk about that," said Harry, noticing that his voice was unexpectedly dry. "You hate me, but you've done all those things. If you did, why should I misunderstand you?"

"What you think of me is your business, Mr. Potter."

"But it's not fair!"

"There is no fairness in the world, and I thought you understood that already. Besides... I don't expect a Potter to understand what 'fairness' is."

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again.He turned around and started pacing up and down the potions office.

Snape was rejecting him again.Although relatively mild this time, he is forever rejecting him.But they should be closer, shouldn't they?Maybe just by a hair, Snape would be his father.

Harry stole a glance at Snape, who was glaring at him.He shivered at the look and at his sudden, terrifying thought.

He thought it was too good that Snape wasn't his father.Snape would never have made him as good a godfather as Sirius, and he couldn't imagine what the stoic black-robed man would be like in any sort of universal, everyday life.Anyway it's good that Lily didn't choose Snape - on all levels.

"But it's starting to change. Didn't you accept the change too? You taught me the healing spell," said Harry.

"Then you tell me, who can say no to Dumbledore?" Snape said angrily. "Potter, if you must let your legs swing around my office—"

"Can't you act like an old bastard?" Harry yelled, "I'm asking you for help!"

"Perfect help-seeking attitude." Snape sneered, "I'm even more curious why Dumbledore's golden boy hasn't gone to the headmaster after a year - since he can't think for himself."

If the old bastard thought belittling and provoking were still the most effective ways to irritate him, he was dead wrong - Harry stopped and stared at Snape.Snape smirked back at him.After a while, Harry said discouragedly: "Actually, I have been afraid that changing history will make everything disappear. I am also trying my best to maintain the so-called right track. Isn't it like this-we find all the Horcruxes and finally destroy them I want to be myself. I don't want to die so soon... I want to see you again, Sirius again, and spend a few more days with everyone. I want everyone to live. If there is nothing I can do , then I still have some time before I start losing."

Snape said nothing.Harry's voice became softer as he spoke, and he felt like a little boy who hadn't grown up in front of Snape.He looked at Snape and lowered his head.

"Thinking too much is no good for your brain. There's a broom over there, throw that useless thing under your head into the sky." Snape said, pointing to the corner of the wall, and blew out a candle. "Come at the same time tomorrow." my office."

The author has something to say: Surprise or not?Hey hey surprise not surprise! ! ! ! ! !So when Bailu Children's Shoes asked whether it was time-travel or rebirth, I said it seriously involved spoilers, and the answer was one time-travel and one rebirth hahahaha! ! !

After thinking about it, Erha was still confused.It's really hard for me to write his questions and thoughts so illogically and step-by-step, and then can't be completely illogical and step-by-step...I'm sleepy when I wake up in the morning.Then I took the time to change it all the time, and the order of various adjustments was messed up, which was especially uncomfortable.After thinking about how to change it, it will be like this, so let’s post it.

Then remind the settings.According to Pottermore, Legilimency, like Occlumency, is not that easy to master.Lao Fu is a very powerful master of Legilimency, Lao Deng is not weak, and SS is also a master.They don't even need to chant spells during Legilimency, they just need to look at each other.But the distance is a problem. Generally, a very close distance is required. The reason why Lao Fu and Xiao Ha can connect with each other is because of the soul film.Using Legilimency for the first time and facing an Occlumency master, it is impossible to succeed under normal circumstances. There is a certain reason why Erha's Legilimency will be successful here.

So when it comes to Legilimency and Occlumency, and the memory in the Pensieve, my setup is a little more complicated.If you don't go into the details, you can just read it like this. If I not only remind you, you shouldn't be able to see the problem, right?Putting it in the text is not very easy to explain, and it will affect the reading experience. I will talk about this matter in the text after I have finished all this series of questions.

There is also the firm attitude of SS in this chapter.You should all have read a saying, I can’t tell if it’s an over-interpretation, after all, a passage was abruptly inserted in the original book, and Rowling herself also said that there is some truth in saying that Lao Deng is the god of death.In the story of the three brothers in the Deathly Hallows, SS corresponds to the second child. If the loved one can't really come back, he doesn't really care whether he is dead or alive.

In the end...that's how they were.I think they're still trying to piss each other off for at least ten chapters.laugh.Whether it's sweet or not depends on how much Erha can tolerate, at least you can watch how they quarrel every day.