[SSHP] End of life

It had been a long time since Harry had had a dream since running Occlumency continuously.

He is in darkness.He didn't know whether he was standing or sitting, uncontrollably, he was spinning in the void.

Some bands of light passed by him, but he couldn't touch them when he stretched out his hand.He held a heavy object in his arms, he guessed it was a person, but he knew that people have body temperature, but the cold and stiff object in his arms did not.

That stuff smells.It's cold, because it loses the temperature and the taste is no longer warm, like the dry leaves or fruits in autumn in the Forbidden Forest, a bit familiar.

He knew it was a dream, but he couldn't wake up.

Slowly, he seemed to be able to move.With a thought, he floated backwards. He didn't know why he didn't let go of the stiff and heavy thing. It made him feel uncomfortable that his hands were not free, but he didn't want to let go.He stepped back, and what unfolded before his eyes was a large tree of many colors—maybe not exactly, it was almost a tree shape, but every part of it was shimmering and flowing.

He looked at the tree.It has a thick and shining trunk, and countless branches protrude from the side of its trunk, some stretch farther and farther, and some turn around and return to the trunk.

He floated around the trunk and found forks on forks.Those forks are shining with colorful lights, each color is different, and there are faint pictures emerging on it.He held out a finger, poking in a beam of light.

After a whirl, he fell into the darkness.He held the person in his arms, he never looked down at him, but knew that he was black.He turned his head left and right, and in front of him was a ruined castle.He seemed to recognize the tower, but its windows had been shattered, leaving glassless voids, and the roof half-sunken.In those dark windows, fires of all colors flickered.He heard people roaring, the lake behind him was boiling, and the vast forest shouted with the wind.

This is war...he has to join the war.He has to win.

He stood up and tried to run towards the castle, but instead he floated up—he was back in the void again.

--who I am?Why should I win?

He stared blankly at the light tree in front of him.

He reached out again and touched another light.

His knee seemed to hit something, a table.The light was blindingly bright. "No!" a voice screamed, so distorted that it hardly seemed to come from a human throat. "no, he is not--"

"You think your fame—"

"Fame? He could be the next Dark Lord! How could he stop Snape from being executed!"

—Snape?

"He's crazy!"

"Let me have one last word with him."

A moment of silence.

"5 minutes, you only have 5 minutes!"

There was a burst of swearing.

He stood there, hugging the body—he could feel the weight, but he could hold it.The people around were blurred into shadows under the light, and the sound of chains dragging on the cold slate continued to approach him hollowly.The table was covered with a bright red cloth, but he felt cold.

"Leave England. Go away and don't come back." A warm body was pressed against him, and he leaned back against it.The breath sprayed on the side of his neck, the voice was as soft as a whisper, and the hands that encircled him from his chest took up the heavy iron chain, and lightly tapped on his chest. "You're the last one, and one day we'll actually win... Shut your brain... Live, Potter."

Warm and soft lips gently touched the side of his neck.He wanted to turn around, but after turning around, all the warmth disappeared.He was still facing the glowing tree.

—Potter?

He hesitated, changed a branch, and reached into the light again.He found himself standing on the platform of a station with a red train parked in front of him.In the early morning mist, some figures were swaying.

There seems to be no war here, no death.He is already scared.A few minutes later, he walked in hesitantly and saw the bustling crowd.There was a father and son in the crowd, they looked very familiar.

He didn't know who he was, couldn't remember what he looked like.But he felt that was himself ten or twenty years ago.Two myself.

"But what if I get sorted into Slytherin?" he heard his little self say.

The older one squatted down.

"Albus Severus," he said, green eyes full of nostalgia, warmth, and sadness, "I named you after the two Headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was Slytherin, and he's probably the bravest man I've ever seen in my life. If you do get into Slytherin, then Slytherin will get a very good student, and he will bless you."

The same green eyes looked up. "Blessing and remembrance? Is that why you insist on naming us after the dead?"

"Yes. He is the person I owe the most in my life, and you are the child who is most like me. If one day he knows, he will be very proud that you inherited his name."

—Severus?

He was ejected from that mist.This time he didn't touch those branches again, but hugged the body silently.

Severus.Porter.He seemed to remember something.

A picture flashed through his mind.He was on his knees in a dilapidated room, the floor mottled with dust and blood.A boy and a man were there, the boy's face contorted with grief and rage, and they were enveloped in a ray of light.

He suddenly remembered who he was.He is Harry Potter, the savior of the British wizarding world.The body he was holding was that of Severus Snape, the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, the unknown double agent, a stubborn, persistent old bastard.

he died.He is not reconciled.So he had to go back, they all had to go back.

Harry looked down at the corpse.Pale and dead.He shifts his gaze back to the tree of light, realizing that the tree might be their timeline.He squinted his eyes, trying to distinguish even the tiniest branch from the main body of life, and fell into the fragments of time again and again holding his lifeless body.The long search and confusion made him gradually forget many things, and he persistently repeated that name.

He saw that Draco, who was a little bald, was punished by Hermione to kneel down a durian, and he smiled.

—everything will be fine, Severus.

He saw Snape firmly in front of him with arms outstretched, and fell silent.

— Thank you always, Severus.

He saw himself throwing himself at Snape, hugging him tightly from behind.The man was trembling slightly, but he opened his fingers one by one.

—I will let you live, Severus.

Then he saw a branch.The branch glowed brightly, and he saw his own face emerging there.The light comes from the moon.A black dog, a werewolf, several figures in the moonlight, a silver eagle soaring in the night sky.

Somehow, he knew it was his time.

"Let's go back, Severus," he said.As if praying, he pressed his lips to the man's forehead, "We'll win this time. We'll keep everyone."

******

When Harry woke up, he saw a white ceiling.Ron and Hermione sat next to him, bickering quietly.Harry heard the word "tooth".

He opened his eyes, and the two looked at him together.Ron's hands were full of cream, obviously he ate too much cake, which caused Hermione's dissatisfaction.

"Where am I?" Harry asked.He grabbed the water glass next to the bed and drank it down.

"Medical Wing." It was Hermione who answered him, and she looked at him worriedly, "What did Professor Snape do to you? Shouldn't I ask you to apologize?"

"No, he didn't do anything to me," said Harry, taking the remaining half of the plate of cake from Ron without ceremony. "I finally learned the Death Curse. Voldemort and the mouse are dead. "

"I can't believe you've been unconscious for two days after killing a rat," Ron complained.

"I've been in a coma for two days?" Harry was a little surprised. "Does that mean the day after tomorrow will be a holiday? Hermione, take out the fake Galleon. DA has to practice once tonight."

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

Harry closed his eyes and felt the surge of magic in his body.Snape told him that, in general, magic has to do with mental strength, and mental strength has to do with the soul.After two years, he finally recalled everything. Until now, his soul has truly returned to the age of 20.He became fully himself.

"I feel great now," Harry said with a smile.With a wave of his wand, the Vanishing Charm, which he had never learned before, worked.The water glass on the bedside table disappeared.

Ron's amazement at Harry continued into the night, and he hadn't fully learned the Vanishing Charm until now.

DA's training in the evening made Harry very happy.In order to prevent the spells they had learned so hard during the not-too-long vacation from being forgotten again, they faced each other two by two, and started to review each spell one by one from a faint. Everyone did a very good job.When he announced that he would teach them some of his newly learned offensive spells when he came back from the holidays--of course, he couldn't use his classmates to practice them--the cheers almost burst through the roof.

Just as everyone was crowding around Harry, Harry noticed that the door to the Room of Requirement opened and shut.He frowned.A few seconds later, he saw Dobby jumping on the table because he couldn't make his way into the crowd, shouting: "Harry Potter, sir... Dobby has come to report to you, but the house-elf has been warned not to say anything." ..."

Harry knew in a split second what was going on.He stretched out his hand and decisively cast a petrification spell on Dobby. "Umbridge is coming, run!" he yelled.

Everyone froze for a moment, and desperately fled towards the exit.Harry fought his way out of the crowd, grabbed Dobby's arm and lifted the spell for him. "Dobby, don't punish yourself!" he said, "I order you to go to the kitchen and stay with the other elves now, and if anyone asks you if you have reported to me, you will lie and say no!" A disillusionment spell, running out the door from the end of the line.He was the last to step over the threshold, slamming the door behind him.

Others run fast, but he doesn't need to run.He is safe.Suddenly, a figure slipped and fell at the corner at the end of the corridor, flew out sideways, and hit the wall before stopping.Then Harry saw Umbridge panting around the far corner and grabbing the man by the collar.

Harry saw that it was Lee Jordan.He quickly ran back to the boys' bathroom, lifted the Disillusionment Charm, turned the corner as if nothing had happened, and ran into Umbridge head-on.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Umbridge asked, with a wicked smile on her face that made her look like a sickly squirming spider.

"To the bathroom," Harry said bewildered.

"Don't you know what's going on here? Very well...I caught one—maybe you're the second!" said Umbridge. "Follow me to the Headmaster's office, Potter."

Harry shrugged, and followed Umbridge briskly down the corridor.Along the way, he tried to communicate with Li several times, but Li lowered his head and seemed to have no intention of communicating with him. "Sizzling bees," said Umbridge rhythmically, leading them straight in after the stone monster slid away.Harry scanned the office, the same people, he saw Percy too, but he didn't want to mock him one bit.

"He was on his way back to Gryffindor Tower, and I caught him," Umbridge said, pointing at Lee. "You caught Potter, too?" Fudge interjected—"Potter said he was To use the toilet there - but I don't think there's any reason for him to go there!"

"Really?" said Fudge. "So why did you go to the toilet there, Potter?"

"Because I think there's something magical about that toilet," said Harry, imagining Luna stretching his arms up to the ceiling. "Every time I go there to use the toilet, I feel great joy."

None of the principal portraits pretended to be asleep, but looked down vigilantly and seriously.Harry heard laughter from inside.

Fudge looked very annoyed.He muttered: "It seems that the "Daily Prophet" has nothing wrong with what they said. It's a sensationalist...the brain is a little abnormal...the student here, what is your name?"

"Lee Jordan," Lee replied.He kept his head down.

Umbridge cleared his throat loudly.

"Well, Minister, I received an anonymous letter this evening. It said that if I entered a secret room on the eighth floor, I would find something that would do me good - ahem, very dangerous. It is said that this secret room sometimes It is called the Room of Requirement. An important job of the Ministry of Magic is to protect the safety of little wizards, how can I ignore possible dangers?" She smiled happily at everyone in the room, "And today When I went, I found many people running in all directions, but luckily I caught this one."

"Well—so, you're saying you've discovered an illegal student organization at this school?" said Fudge, now in a tone of exasperation. "Mr. Jordan, is there such a thing?"

Harry looked at Lee and, surprisingly, nodded.

"Good boy. It was brave of you to admit your mistake. You did the right thing," said Fudge, staring at Lee with a rare kindly, benevolent expression. "Mr. Jordan, would you Tell me what happened at the meeting? What was the purpose of the meeting? Who was there?"

Li raised his head, maybe it was just an illusion caused by the firelight, his eyes were very strange, and he looked very confused.Then, he frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Mr. Jordan, I am the Minister for Magic. Youthful mistakes are tolerated, and if you are honest about your party, I promise you can make up for it."

Li's brows furrowed even tighter, and soon, a happy smile appeared on his face, and he began to rock back and forth.Then, he started rocking from side to side again.

"Minister Fudge is asking you—" Umbridge grabbed Lee suddenly, turned him hard to face him, and held his wand up to his nose.In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore had stood up and raised his wand, Kingsley rushed up, Umbridge jumped back, let go of Lee, and the hand she grabbed Lee waved in the air, just Like being scalded.

"I will not allow you to cast spells on my pupils, Dolores," said Dumbledore, his face showing anger for the first time.

"You should calm down, Mrs Umbridge," Kingsley said in a low, slow voice, "you shouldn't get yourself into trouble now."

"No," panted Umbridge, glancing up at Kingsley's tall figure, "I mean, yes - you're right, Shacklebolt - I - I lost my composure gone."

She turned her head to look at Harry, her small eyes gleamed fiercely on her fleshy face, "I think I need to find Professor Snape and ask him to bring some veritaserum. Otherwise, the whole night No one will tell the truth!"

Professor McGonagall took an annoyed step forward: "You can't give students Veritaserum, that's forbidden!"

"The education order is allowed now! Just today!" Umbridge gasped, "They will no longer be students, once the illegal assembly is implemented, they will be juvenile delinquents!"

"You don't need to call him here," said Harry contemptuously, "I'll call - Call God's Guardian!" He swung his wand, and the silver eagle flew over Umbridge's head and disappeared out of the window.

Fudge stared at the hawk, his eyeballs nearly popping out. "The Patronus Charm!" he said breathlessly, "You're only in fifth grade, it's not necessary—"

"Of course it's necessary!" Harry said coldly. He pushed Li and made him stagger forward and stand in the middle of the crowd. "Our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher only teaches us to read. We leave school to face the dangers outside, and we don't even notice that the person next to us has the Imperius Curse!"

"Stop your nonsense!" Fudge jumped up. "There are three Aurors in this room, and I'd rather agree that you were killed by Dumbledore—"

"Dumbledore what?" Snape's impatient voice came from behind Harry. "Oh, it's no surprise that there's such a big show, Potter. Looks like the Savior has violated the school's rules and regulations again."

"Ah, Professor Snape." Umbridge grinned widely. "I want a bottle of Veritaserum, please. The sooner the better."

"You knocked over a row of pill bottles when you searched my office last time," said Snape coldly. "Unfortunately, my last bottle of Veritaserum was in there."

Umbridge looked at him.Her voice suddenly became extremely sweet, like a little girl, every time she got angry: "You can make some more, can't you?"

"Of course." Snape said, the corners of his mouth twisted slightly, "It will take a full moon cycle to brew, so I'll have it ready for you in about a month."

"One month?" Umbridge yelled hoarsely. "You're still on probation! How dare you deliberately not help!"

Snape folded his arms and looked at her, eyebrows raised slightly.

"Okay, okay." Dumbledore clapped his hands.Harry turned to him to find that he had settled back comfortably in his chair, fingers tucked together. "So you were referring to today's party. I organized it. I just didn't know my students were so smart that they knew about the secret room."

"You organize—"

"That's right," said Dumbledore cheerfully, blinking his blue eyes at a surprised Harry. "The name of this organization is Dumbledore's Army."

"You're recruiting these students to—into your army?"

"It was supposed to be the first meeting tonight." Dumbledore nodded and admitted generously, "I just wanted to see if they were willing to cooperate with me. Now that the truth is out, do you need me to write a written statement Is it, Connelly? Or is it enough to make a statement in front of these witnesses?"

"Then you are indeed plotting against me!" cried Fudge.He jumped up and down in horror.

"Yes." Dumbledore said happily.

"Weasley!" Fudge shouted tremblingly, "Weasley, have you written all this down? Dumbledore is plotting to build an army, and he wants to overthrow the Ministry of Magic. Have you written all this down?"

"Written it down!" said Percy.His hands were also trembling with excitement.

"Copy your record and send it to the Daily Prophet!" cried Fudge. "Now—Dumbledore—you will be taken to the Ministry of Magic, where you will be formally charged and your Sent to Azkaban to await trial!"

"No, Connelly, I think you haven't figured out something." Dumbledore said calmly, "You seem to have an illusion that I will hang my hands and die, but you are wrong, I don't want to be sent to A Zkaban. Sure, I could get out—but what a waste of time. I remembered I had a lot of work to do."

Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a silly expression on his face, as if he had been suddenly beaten up, and couldn't believe that this had happened. "Then you're—you're going to take on Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Dolores, and me alone, aren't you, Dumbledore?" He could gain a sense of security just by giving a name.

"No, of course he's not alone—"

"No, Minerva, it's just me," said Dumbledore, stopping McGonagall with a hand.

"Enough nonsense!" Fudge suddenly jumped to his feet and growled loudly, as if trying to cover up his embarrassing gaffe just now, he drew his wand with a very exaggerated movement, "Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Grab him !"

A silver flash swirled around the room.With a loud bang like the sound of a cannon, the floor shook.Harry threw himself on Lee Jordan when Fudge yelled, pinning him to the floor.Immediately afterwards, he heard a second loud bang.Several portraits shouted, Fawkes screamed, and dust filled the air.Coughing in the dust, Harry looked up to see a very tall figure walking towards them.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's all right," Snape said, sitting up instead of standing up.

The dust is gradually dissipating.The incomplete office is looming.Harry looked around. Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley, and Dawlish were lying motionless on the floor, while Lee was face down, passed out.

"It's a pity that I had to enchant Kingsley, otherwise it would look too suspicious," Dumbledore whispered, and McGonagall woke up with a groan, "Say sorry to him for me, please, Minerva?"

Professor McGonagall nodded in bewilderment.

"Okay, they'll wake up soon, better not let them know we have time to talk - you've got to act like the time hasn't changed, like they've just been knocked to the ground, they won't remember it .”

"Where are you going, Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry, also puzzled. "I've left out Marietta—"

"I wrote that letter, Harry," said Dumbledore, smiling slyly. "I must go, there are things to be done, but here—" he motioned to the fireplace in his office, "I almost Being watched so that you can't do anything, it's better to be a fugitive. But I won't run away and hide, I promise you. If you want to find me, contact Sirius."

The man named Dawlish was moving.Snape glanced at him, grabbed Harry by the nape of the neck with one hand, and pinned him to the ground.He himself lay back on the ground, pretending nothing had happened.Professor McGonagall fell back to the ground with a thud beside them.

"Hogwarts will be in your hands during this period. Protect the students, okay?"

Fox circled around the office, then flew low over Dumbledore.Dumbledore took a last look at the three people on the ground, and raised one hand to hold the phoenix's long golden tail tightly.With a flash of flame, the two of them disappeared.

"Where is he?" Fudge shouted, struggling to get up from the floor.

"I don't know!" Kingsley said in a louder voice, jumping up.He staggered, knocking Umbridge over.

"No, he can't Apparate!" cried Umbridge. "You can't do that in school—"

Dawlish sprinted for the door and disappeared down the stairs.Fudge hesitated for a moment, did not pursue, but moved slowly, brushing the dust off his chest.

"Hmph, Minerva, I think your friend Dumbledore is doomed this time," he said viciously, straightening the torn shirt sleeve.

"You think so?" said Professor McGonagall contemptuously.

Fudge didn't seem to hear what she said.He looked around at the destroyed office.Several portraits gestured rudely at him, and a red-haired headmaster moved into the frame closest to Fudge and spat viciously at him.

"You'd better take them both to bed," said Fudge, glaring at all the portraits of the headmaster in the office.Professor McGonagall said nothing, and led Harry and Lee towards the door, with Snape following closely behind.Li shook his head, rubbed his nose, and looked bewildered.He had no idea why he was here.

As the door closed behind them, Harry heard Phineas Nigellus' voice. "You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many issues, but you can't deny that he has a personality..." His tone was pretending to be formal, but he still couldn't hide a schadenfreude smirk .At the same time as his voice, there were dissatisfied boos, those voices were male and female, and some people didn't speak at all, and several "bah" were mixed in messily.

Harry scrunched his neck and snickered.

The author has something to say: I was too sleepy yesterday, so I should put it in yesterday's speech, laugh.

I said before about my settings about Legilimency, Pensieve and memory, but I still can’t say about Legilimency. You should be able to guess about it. I think it’s quite obvious when I write it.Tell me about my Pensieve and memory settings.

According to Pottermore's item description, the Pensieve is usually used to reconstruct memories, allowing the user to experience the memories again. It draws from every detail in the subconscious and presents them truly.A more difficult application is to examine and clarify ideas and train of thought.

So my idea is this.When a person tries to find clues in the Pensieve, it is impossible to withdraw the memory from the brain, it is gone in the brain.Otherwise, how can you compare and discover details that you haven't noticed before.Oh, I remembered a joke... There is a button that makes people lose their memory when they press it, and it ends up being hey there is a button I press, hey there is a button I press.Hahaha.After the memory is taken out, there is still in the brain, but the taken out memory cannot be a copy, otherwise there is no need to read it and put it back.So my setup is like this, think of it as a matching cup and plate, pick up the cup, its base is still there.After the clear memory is taken out, the related memory in the brain may become blurred and withdrawn from emotion, but the foundation and logical thinking about it are still there.This allows for a calm and objective analysis of details on the basis of memory.

I don’t know if you have noticed that when Xiaoha returned to 13 years old, the things that should have been in a certain position in this time and space all returned to their own positions on Xiaoha, but the bottle containing the SS memory did not.Forget about the flask, maybe it hasn’t been produced at this time, and it won’t be returned if it doesn’t come back, and the memory of SS hasn’t returned to SS’s brain, because the memory and its base can be separated originally.So at the time I said that Xiaoha is 1.5, SS may be 1.5SS. I was not joking. Xiaoha’s memory is a single copy for the next three years, and SS’s memory is half drawn out.None of their memories are superimposed, they are 1.5.

So SS said that after one death, memory and emotion will become blurred, not because of one death, but because half of his memory and emotion are in the hands of Erha.It doesn’t matter if I’m mean or SS’s love for Erha is fake, I can only set it like this, Lily, I really don’t know how to jump over it, maybe in the future, SS’s affection for Erha is equal to or even surpasses his love for Erha For all of Lily's feelings, I will ask Erha to return the memory to him.

As for why the SS who uses the Pensieve knows that the emotion will become blurred after extracting the memory, why Erha doesn’t care about the memory, I’m not too sure, there are two possibilities.The first is that SS doesn't know when Erha returned to this time, he can't be sure whether he multiplied by two, whether the memory is in his mind or in Erha's hands.He probably feels he's been multiplied by two, because he died once emotionally weakened.The second possibility is that he is more decisive, maybe he knows that Erha has his memory in his hand, but since the emotion has been weakened, he thinks there is no need to come back.

Double update today, the chapter in the afternoon should be sweeter than this chapter.I began to wonder if your sweetness is the same as mine again, lol.