[SSHP] End of life

Harry sat by the window, his eyelids drooping sleepily.He didn't sleep well last night.

After an uncontrollable nod, he woke up suddenly, and it took him a while to make sure his neck was not broken, and at the same time, he found that his glasses had slipped to the tip of his nose.He straightened them up, finally regained some energy, and began to flip through the newspapers in front of him again.

These are all the newspapers he has saved in the past six months, and he bound them together thickly.At the beginning, he just cut out those news squares and pasted them in a notebook, but soon he found that these things could no longer be pasted.

McNeil, Selwyn, Rolle, the deaths of these three Death Eaters were just the beginning.Next, Voldemort retaliated fiercely within his ability, and some news was repeatedly reported in major newspapers, and he recorded all the news he got.

The Brockdale Bridge collapsed, killing a large number of Muggles.There was a hurricane in Somerset, trees uprooted, roofs toppled, road signs turned crooked, and there were a lot of casualties - but that's not what the wizarding papers said, they pointed to Death Eaters. Yes, also suspected that giants were involved.

Amelia Bones, head of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, disappeared. Soon after, her body was found in a secret room with signs of strong resistance around her. This is still an unsolved case.The death of Emmeline Vance was much more explosive. She was found dead not far from the Prime Minister's Office. The newspaper made a big fuss about it. For a week, at dinner , Harry could hear the Dursleys chattering about someone trying to kill him in the Prime Minister's backyard.

He looked at the alarm clock a little irritably, it was almost time.

He opened the box, folded the newspapers over the cauldron, and knelt on the lid to force it down and snap it on.He stared at the handle of the box, thinking again of Dumbledore when he had come to him three days ago.Cheerful and in good spirits, but his right hand is blackened.

With the previous experience, they easily persuaded Slughorn this time.When Dumbledore unknowingly sent him back to his bedroom, he finally asked what he wanted to ask.

"Professor, are there any other curses?"

Dumbledore raised his scorched black useless hand and looked over and over through the light coming in from the window, with an expression that seemed to be looking at something interesting. "No, no, my child, your prompt is complete."

"But why?" said Harry.He bit his lip and couldn't help feeling sad.

"Some things you know you can't hide from. Sometimes you have to believe in a part of fate." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Like a prophecy? But a curse isn't a prophecy," Harry said confused.He remembered the shattered prophecy ball.The ball shattered, but the prophecy remained, and death hung over his head like the sword of Damocles.

"Harry, what do you think the prophecy is?" Dumbledore said patiently.Although the Sunday Prophet said that Dumbledore was so busy that he "has not found time to give us an interview so far", he does not appear to be leaving immediately.

"I don't know," answered Harry honestly, horrified to see Dumbledore take a seat in Dudley's remaining rickety three-legged chair, "I think it's an irresistible fate. Lavender told me , Prophecy is not the same as divination. Divination is only to predict the general direction of development of events. If you prepare in advance, it may change. But prophecy is not, it must happen. I think it is like what I saw A branch of a tree of time, no matter how many branches it branches out in different directions, it will definitely turn back to the main trunk in the end." His voice lowered, "Just like me, no matter what I do, no matter how much time I travel , Voldemort and I must finally duel."

"You understand quite right, Harry," said Dumbledore. "It is. But it is closer to a guide. The prophecy is fulfilled not because it sees the future, but because it has a magic power. Hear The person who prophesies will naturally push events in that direction, either through fear or joy, and it is therefore irreversible."

"Then why did the prophecy—that magic power—choose me? What force pushed Voldemort to choose me between me and Neville?" Harry said, "Last time, you told me he chose me because I It's the same mixed race as him, so—do you still think that's why he chose me? He wants to kill me, to erase his past self?"

"I used to think so, but not now." Dumbledore said patiently, but he didn't explain why. "Do you remember what the prophecy said?"

"Remember," Harry replied, "the one who was capable of defeating the Dark Lord approached, born into a family that had resisted the Dark Lord three times, at the end of July. The Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but He shall have powers unknown to the Dark Lord, and one of them shall die at the hand of the other, for both cannot live, only one shall survive. The one who has the power to defeat the Dark Lord shall be born at the end of the seventh month .”

"I used to think that having powers unknown to the Dark Lord referred to a mystical power, the kind locked in the chambers of the Department of Mysteries, which scholars have been unable to explain for years. Later, I thought I was wrong, I thought that power meant that Voldemort shared part of his magic power with you through the soul piece without him knowing. It was only later that I finally realized that this conjecture about the soul piece was wrong. You There is indeed that mysterious power, a power that is more wonderful and more terrible than death, human intelligence and natural forces. Magic is connected to the soul, Harry. The power of your soul is stronger than that of any human being in the world. "

Harry looked at Dumbledore in bewilderment. He whispered, "You mean to say that's love, Professor?" Thoughts: Dumbledore always said love was the most powerful force in the world - he talked about it all day long.But Harry himself didn't quite understand.

Dumbledore nodded with a smile. "Perhaps," he said, rising from his chair. "I think I'll have to go." Li, "Severus will pick you up in three days, and you can spend the rest of the summer at the Burrow."

Harry got up from the box.He knelt on the lid of the box for so long in thought that his legs were numb.He pressed his leg.Almost at the same time, he noticed that the sun outside the window distorted imperceptibly.He flung himself to the window, pressed his nose against it, and squinted at the sidewalk below.A figure in a tan jacket was walking down the garden path as a car whizzed past him.

He jumped up, grabbed the handle of the box, and ran downstairs in three steps at a time.Doorbell rang.From the living room downstairs came Uncle Vernon's voice: "Damn it! Who's so blind to call the door when they're supposed to be having dinner?"

Harry staggered up the stairs, dragging the suitcase.It was Lupine who appeared at the door.The familiar face was tense, the warm brown eyes cold, stern and calm, the greasy gray hair. "Good afternoon." The words came out reluctantly, "You must be Mr. Dursley. I'm sure Harry told you I was coming to fetch him, didn't he?"

Carrying the suitcase, Harry put his hand on the banister of the stairs, jumped down the four steps in a big stride, and rushed behind Snape.Vernon looked at him angrily, his fat face flushed with rage. "This is your freak friends again, isn't it? Get out, get out—"

"As you wish," said Snape, using a cold smirk on Lupin's face, "he's going to spend the summer somewhere else. Now, come with me."

He glanced at the cowering Vernon.By this time he had stopped belittling Snape for his shabby attire, and had retreated into the living room in horror.Snape's gaze stayed on Petunia's face for a second, then turned to Harry: "Pick up your suitcase."

Harry picked up the suitcase obediently, and said goodbye to the three Dursleys.As the two walked toward the end of Privet Drive against the sun, Harry asked, "Why didn't you just Apparate in my bedroom, sir, like last time?"

"The Dark Lord is back. If you pay attention, you will find that there are some extra security measures around - there are anti-apparition spells around this house." Snape said impatiently, "Get your wand ready All right, Potter."

"But I can't use magic outside of school."

"Dumbledore told Scrimgeour, for today only, between the time you left Privet Drive and the Burrow. Dementors are floating around, Potter. They are multiplying without restraint, perhaps you noticed By this time there have been many newspaper reports, and a thin mist has appeared in some places... Wand, Potter!"

Harry didn't have to ask Snape what he saw.The sun, the grass, everything that had color seemed to be gone.The afternoon, which had been extremely hot until just now, suddenly turned bitterly cold.Four or five huge hooded figures slid soundlessly towards him.Those figures were suspended high above the ground, with no feet or faces under their robes, and they seemed to be devouring the bright—now colorless—sunlight bit by bit as they moved. "I thought I couldn't use magic, the wand was on the side of the case—I—"

"Guardian!" Snape shouted.A gigantic silver eagle burst out of the tip of his wand and swooped straight for the dementor in the center.The invisible wind brought by the silver eagle's wings pushed the dementors on both sides back again and again. Harry felt that the wind twisted the dementors slightly. They were as weightless as the surrounding desiccated scenery, like a few photos.Before the silver eagle struck with its talons, the central dementor backed away swiftly, and like its four companions, soared into the air and disappeared as fast as it could.

The temperature of the light and the color of the world all came back at once.A warm breeze blew through the alley.The sound of rustling leaves in the neighbor's garden and the sound of cars in the world filled the tranquility of the afternoon.Harry stood motionless, all senses throbbing, unable to believe what had just happened - Snape had cast the Patronus Charm.His Patronus is exactly like his own, a silver eagle.

The author has something to say: I guess you all guessed it...

It's rare for Erha to pretend to be a good baby and almost break his leg. Blind trust is bad.laugh.