[SSHP] End of life

Harry stood under the tap washing his bleeding fingers, cursing softly as he endured the sting.He had seen a Death Eater party during his brief sleep last night because of a sudden brain connection to Voldemort, who had killed his Muggle studies professor.This caused him to be so sleep deprived that, for the first time in a long time, Dudley kicked down a cup of herbal tea when he opened the door early in the morning.And while picking up the china shards, he cut his finger.

It was terribly annoying and exasperating—he had to admit that the wound on his finger would shake him, and he had spent the past six years in almost constant injury and pain, but he never learned how to Adapt to pain.He never knew what to do with his wounds, there was always Madam Pomfrey and the professors at school, and the Muggle way—even when he was hungry, no matter how much trouble he caused, the Dursleys would Never hit him.

He has four more days before he can use magic freely.But even if he can use it freely, he doesn't know the healing spell.Now that he had to think about it, it seemed like a big hole in his magic, especially for the plans he was about to implement.Harry reminded himself that when he saw Hermione, he must ask Hermione for advice on what to do.

Harry shook his head vigorously, trying to think of something else.Because he knew that if he allowed himself to think about it, he would think about if he could heal the spell, then think about Neville dying in front of him, then think about Malfoy's wounds that healed quickly, and finally think about Snape—— He had seen the man through Voldemort's eyes a few hours earlier, and the man looked much the same as the last time they had seen him, probably from a long distance away, wearing a thick cloak.Other than that, his condition hasn't changed much, he hasn't become more haggard, nor has he become more hyperactive.

Harry saw his eyes.He sat on the long table to Voldemort's right hand, closest to Voldemort.Those eyes were more emotionless than cold, and that deep hollowness never changed a bit, even when he smiled.

And Draco Malfoy was even paler.His face was covered in cold sweat and he looked almost dehydrated.

Harry squeezed his finger, and the blood stopped flowing.He turned off the tap.

Neville and Snape, one made him feel guilty, the other made him curious - a curiosity he had to suppress by reminding himself of his hatred for Snape.But there is no doubt that either of the two will cause him pain.He had struggled with this pain for many days since leaving Hogwarts.During the day when he is awake, he will be in a daze for a long time, trying to make himself think of more plans.But these images always appear in his dreams.

Harry rinsed his fingers, wiped them on his jeans, and went back into the room to pick up the newspaper from the table.His luggage has been packed, and now, he needs something to divert his attention from what may be a very long wait, even if it is the "Daily Prophet".

"Harry!" someone called from below as Harry glared angrily at the 13th page article.He took a deep breath, resisted the urge to tear up the newspaper, folded the crumpled newspaper and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.His left pocket couldn't hold anything else, there was a fragment of Sirius' two-way mirror in it, a fake Horcrux, and now there was a piece of useless old newspaper.Then, he responded loudly, and walked down the stairs.

Hestia Jones, who was standing at the foot of the stairs, saw Harry and waved happily to him.Dedalus Diggle had evidently been talking to Uncle Vernon for a long time, for Uncle Vernon was livid with rage and his beard was shaking.

"Where's Mad-Eye?" Harry smiled politely at Heska, looking around.Mad-Eye hadn't come, no doubt; because if he had, Dudley wouldn't have been standing in the living room if he had mustered all his courage.

But now Dudley was still calm, and even looked at Harry with an indescribable look.Harry was very uncomfortable being looked at by this kind of gaze, so he turned his gaze to Hestia and asked silently.

"Things have changed, Harry." A cloud of gloom appeared on Hestia's face. "We need to hurry... and then you'll have to wait here, by yourself. They'll be here in a moment."

Dedalus shrugged and walked out the door first, apparently he had explained everything to the Dursleys just now.Uncle Vernon glanced at Harry, his right arm stretched out, as if he wanted to shake Harry's hand, but at the last moment, he seemed unable to face it, his big rough hand drew a slightly twisted arc in the air.

"Okay, that's farewell, boy." He said loudly, turned around, and dragged his heavy luggage out of the gate.Hestia waved to Harry and hurriedly followed.

The living room was silent.Dudley walked up to Harry hesitantly, his face flushed, and Harry looked at him a little confused.Suddenly, Dudley opened his arms and hugged Harry hard. He was not very good at hugging, and Harry felt that he was going to be suffocated by his thick chest.A few seconds later, Dudley whispered, "Good luck." Then he staggered back a few steps, didn't look at Harry again, turned and ran away.

Harry was standing next to the sofa, never dreaming that Dudley would show him such kindness, after all Dudley had been avoiding him like the plague since he saved him from the dementors .They can even say that they have no contact during these few holidays, because he always stays in his room.

He suddenly realized vaguely that maybe the cup of herbal tea he kicked down in the morning was not some prank.

As a child, Harry had gnashed his teeth at Dudley, both disgusted and defensive.But in the darkest cupboard in the middle of the night, he imagined more than once that when he woke up the next morning, he would find that everything was just a long nightmare.The Dursleys were actually quite friendly with him, and he and Dudley could laugh and hang out and do little pranks on other people like any other kids.But when he grew up, he had friends, and this fantasy, which he knew was unrealistic, gradually faded.He even occasionally laughed at his old self who had a vague desire to be on good terms with Dudley.

Still later, Dudley stopped bullying him and began avoiding him visibly.He interpreted Dudley's avoidance as a Muggle fear of magic, or the unknown, and felt a sense of superiority.At this time, recalling Dudley's avoidance, Harry began to feel that maybe Dudley regretted what he had done in the past ten years, or he didn't know how to face him.

Perhaps it was because they were going to part soon, and then they would never see each other again for the rest of their lives. This kind of speculation made Harry feel a little bit sad.If the time is longer and there is an opportunity, one of the two can take the initiative to extend a friendly hand, and the two of them may become good buddies.

"You too, Brother D." Harry murmured.Dudley probably didn't hear him, as he strode out of the room, slamming the white door behind him.

Petunia, who had been staying next to Harry, seemed to suddenly realize that she and Harry were the only ones in the room. She had been opening and closing the clasp of her handbag.She looked up in great horror.

"Goodbye," Harry said, looking at her.

Petunia turned sharply to Harry.Harry noticed a slight lift of her hand and a strange, shocking expression on her face.For some reason, Harry felt that Petunia wanted to say something at that moment, to hug him or touch his face.But she didn't, she just stared at him with eyes that Harry had never seen before, then turned her head to the floor to say goodbye, then turned quickly and walked away.She opened and closed the door that Dudley had just slammed shut.

Harry stood for a while in the empty living room.Outside, the faint sound of cars rolling over the gravel driveway reached his ears.As if suddenly realizing something, Harry rushed to the door desperately.Before his feet touched the rug in front of the door, he rushed forward and pulled the door open with all his strength.

Harry rushed out the door.Despite running as fast as he could, he came out late and saw only the shadow of the white car that had just turned the driveway and onto the road carrying his last blood relative in the world, to an unknown place he didn't know. The place.The dim light of the evening made the whole world heavy and cold, and the shadows of the hedges cast dimly on the grass like faded oil paintings.Everything becomes unreal.

Harry stood alone in the doorway, feeling something stuck in his throat.He wanted to cry, to scream, to hide in the dark cupboard he had avoided so much and pretend nothing had happened.But he ended up just standing there, doing nothing.The neighborhood was empty, and there was no one there.It was time to prepare dinner, but the people who had taken him in for more than ten years were moving their families hungry because of him.What are they doing wrong?Nothing...they're just ordinary Brits, going to work, going to school, eating, sleeping, getting old, growing up like thousands of other ordinary Brits.Everything has become different because of their relationship with him. They have to leave. In this warm and peaceful evening, they leave work, studies, and the home they have worked so hard for half their lives, and go to a strange place. place.They could have ignored baby Harry and lived an ordinary life.They were right, he was a bastard, they took him in, but he gave them nothing in return, all he brought to them was stress, disgust and danger to their lives.

Harry closed the door sleepily and walked upstairs, the wooden stairs creaking under his feet.The sound grew louder in the empty house until it was deafening to him.Alone, he slowly carried the luggage into the hallway, as slowly as a dying old man, and then sat on the floor facing Hedwig's cage with his legs stretched out.

In this house he had spent his entire unhappy childhood.Looking forward to the Dursleys going out every day, he can enjoy the limited happy time.He'd turn on the TV, turn it on very quietly, wait for the sound in the driveway, turn it off and run back to the cupboard, where he would celebrate his victory and high-five himself.He is now free to watch TV, play computer games, dance in the living room, and eat whatever he wants.The Dursleys left in such a hurry that they took almost nothing.He was free, but he didn't want to do anything.He just feels lonely.

Harry leaned against the wall of the entrance hall, looking at the living room where the last rays of the setting sun had just left. It seemed that the shadows of the three people were still swaying there.Dudley's fat body was slumped on the sofa, Uncle Vernon was sitting at the dining table nervously flipping through the newspaper, and Aunt Petunia was frowning and rubbing against the kitchen wall in her gloves and old apron.The bright yellow light in the living room would have lit up the lawn if they hadn't drawn the curtains.The loud TV sound, Dudley's laughter, he only felt stupid at first, but at this moment, thinking about it was very warm and beautiful.

Noisy indeed...but better than silence.The umbrella and the few coats hanging on the hooks behind the door were all in place, and the scene of the house looked like it had been many times in the past ten years, Harry was waiting for the family of three to return from a trip.But this time they will not come back.Now, he doesn't even have a home.

Harry looked at Hedwig, who was not at all sad about parting, and was slowly combing her feathers with her mouth.Harry sighed, he too wanted to be as carefree as a bird.He spent the first ten years of his life hating the Dursleys, and then began another decade fighting Voldemort to the death.One of the two must die.And then, the third decade... Maybe his life can't wait for the third decade.

For probably the first time, Harry prayed for the Dursleys with all his heart.He hoped that they could live well away from the shadow brought by Voldemort.He knew that his existence had brought a lot of trouble to these three people, and they might never want to think of him again for the rest of their lives.But if he survived, he wanted to sneak a look at them after it was all over.Maybe he could sneak some chocolate frogs into Dudley's room in the middle of the night, Dudley hadn't seen anything like that.

Maybe Dudley had been afraid before, but now he'd probably try to accept it.Harry thought he'd go and get Dudley a little present if Dudley managed to lose some fat.The thought made him laugh.But the smile quickly disappeared from his face again, and he lowered his head.

It was getting dark gradually.Harry sat silently in a dark hallway, as if he could melt into the darkness this way.The street lights in the neighborhood were on, and the light coming in from the living room window painted everything a cold blue-gray.Harry felt cold, and he curled up into a ball with his outstretched legs.

It seemed that there was a sound coming from far and near.Harry listened carefully. It was the sound of an engine.The deafening roar stopped in the back garden, there was silence for a while, someone started talking, and someone knocked on the door.Harry jumped up from the ground, ran to turn on all the lights, and flung open the back door.Many people poured in, Arthur, George, Fred, Lupine, Tonks, Moody... Ah, and Ron and Hermione, dear friends who rescued him from the boundless solitude .They were smiling at him, and Harry was smiling too, as if he hadn't seen him in a long time, their faces both familiar and unfamiliar.Harry felt warm inside, full of emotion.

After the hug - he even hugged Moody, who gave Harry an awkward hug back, then pulled him away: "There's a change of plans, Harry," he said, and explained briefly And Lily's protection spell.Harry felt a brief sting in his heart when he pointed out bluntly that this place could no longer be called home.

"So what should we do?" said Harry.He felt that Voldemort would definitely send Death Eaters to patrol the entire Privet Drive in the sky. If they swarmed up, thirteen people might not be able to deal with it.Moreover, they will definitely send someone to follow them, so it is clear where they are going.

Moody took a vial of the potion from his pocket.Harry had to face this disgusting potion for more than half a month in the second grade, and he recognized it immediately.

"No!" he exclaimed, terrified, "I will never let you risk—"

He was bound by a rope that suddenly appeared, and he was completely unable to move.He blushed and tried to turn his head away.

"You see, I said a long time ago that he would react like this." Hermione said a little proudly.

George - or Fred - spun out from behind Harry, playing with his wand.Obviously, he was the one who had imprisoned Harry just now.

"But I managed to get him to agree, beautiful lady." He held out a hand to Hermione and bowed very gentlemanly.Hermione snorted.

"No! Listen, listen—I must never—"

"Yes, of course you can't. With you tied up by us." George,—Harry decided to just pretend he was George, said with a grin.

"Hurry up! We don't have any more time for this pointless quarrel here," Moody said hastily.He took a pair of small scissors from his pocket and cut off a lock of Harry's hair.

"Wait," said George.He looked around, rushed into the kitchen, took out a cup, and poured some Polyjuice Potion into it.Then, he pulled a piece of his own hair and threw it in, and the liquid turned a light blue.

"Clever," commented Fred.

Moody nodded and threw Harry's hair into the bottle of muddy liquid.The liquid reacted quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a clear golden yellow.

Harry watched in agony as Ron took the first bottle and took a sip.Then Hermione, then Fred - and then it turned out to be Fleur.She winked playfully at Harry and drank the liquid without hesitation.The warmth in Harry's heart was completely replaced by despair, and finally Mundungus, who was grabbed by the shoulders by Lupine and Arthur, and forced to drink Polyjuice Potion.It was Harry's turn next, his mouth was opened and the potion was poured, and someone took off his glasses and stuffed them into his pocket.

"There are thirteen of us," said one Harry, who had already changed his clothes, but he knew it was Moody from his tone. "Arthur, which Harry is Arthur? You and Harry go on a motorbike." , nobody's going to drive it but you. George, or Fred—you go with the other."

"Of course!" said one of the Weasley brothers, patting the other. "We ride broomsticks, and our invincible talent for flying ensures that we look the most like Harry!"

Weasley-Harry smiled, reached out and gave his brother a high-five.Harry shook his head desperately, he didn't want them to look like him at all.Fred reached out and gave Harry a push on the head, throwing him the clothes he had just changed.

"I'll take Fleur on a Thestral ride," Bill said, reaching out and pulling out one of the five remaining Harry, wondering if he might be mistaken.However, he was sure the next moment, because he saw a coquettish smile on his face, and threw himself into Bill's arms.He sincerely hoped that this expression would never appear on his face again.

"Lupine, you ride with Mundungus," Moody went on, "Miss Granger, you ride Thestrals with Kingsley."

"Ron, it's just the two of us! I'll protect you!" Tonks looked happy, her hair shiny.

Ron flinched, Tonks' hair was like a torch in the night, and they would probably be the first group to be targeted.

Tonks blinked, and his hair changed color rapidly, before turning to a plain black.Seeing Ron's expression, she smiled even more happily, obviously trying to scare him just now.

Harry looked around at everyone.He didn't understand how they could be so happy in this situation.Shaking his head, he took his Invisibility Cloak from his backpack and handed it to Moody, who quickly passed it to Ron.

"I'm going alone on a broom. Everyone, please pay attention to safety, and one last word, I wish you good luck!" After finishing the final arrangement, Moody walked towards the door first.

Harry was the last to go out.He took his luggage, turned off all the lights, and carefully locked the door.He locked it carefully, even though he knew that after a while the Death Eaters would come and search, the door would be forced open with a spell, and the place would be left in a mess.

He put his luggage in the bed of the moped, turned his head one last time, and looked at the dark house with all the lights out.With a small wave of his hand over the place he's been in for 17 years, he steps into the back of the truck, pretending he's on vacation and will happily return when it's all over.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah ah ah I really want to run the plot! ! ! !However, Harry couldn't get over the entanglement in his heart, and I was so sad, so sad! ! ! ! ! ! !

I want to run the plot, run the plot, run the plot, double update today! ! ! ! ! ! !