[SSHP] End of life

The motorcycle that Harry had ridden when he was one year old and had appeared in his dreams carried him and flew into the night sky with a huge roar.Harry covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and the howling wind put so much pressure on him that he couldn't breathe air into his lungs at all.There were tears in his eyes, and the tears turned cold in an instant, and it was very uncomfortable to dry on his face.He wiped it with his other hand.

The thestrals were out of sight, and the groups on thestrals flew in the opposite direction from the group on the brooms.Many black figures suddenly rose around Harry, as if suddenly branching out of the darkness.They surrounded them in a circle, each wearing a hood, and there seemed to be no fewer than twenty of them.George and Fred flew close to the motorcycle, quickly gained altitude, and then swooped down quickly, avoiding the green light intertwined into a net.Lupine and Mundungus were below them, spinning their brooms and flying the other way—the motorbike had swerved and Harry had lost his bearings, and he thought that was probably north.Mundungus was flying fast, head down, and he was rushing forward, with Lupine at his heels.

The spell was shot across the night sky. "Dizzy!" Harry waved his wand, pointing at the Death Eaters following them, "Dizzy! There are so many obstacles!"

One person was shot down, and the rest scattered into a larger encirclement. "Heads down!" Arthur yelled, his voice scattered in the bitter wind, but Harry heard it vaguely.He immediately lowered his head quickly, and a ray of light shot past his scalp, shattering a small piece of glass in front of the sidecar.The motorcycle rolled over in the air, and Hedwig's cage fell from under her feet, hitting Harry's chin just right. Harry bit the tip of his tongue and tasted blood.He didn't care about fighting back, and grabbed the sidecar with all his strength, and he almost fell from it just now.

"Bones in pieces!" shouted a Death Eater.A rearview mirror of the motorcycle was shattered, and the bounced transparent glass shards drew a faint light in the air, which disappeared into the night.Arthur slammed a button, and blue and white dragon fire spewed from the four large exhaust pipes at the rear of the motorcycle, dazzling in the dark.The two Death Eaters who were chasing too close screamed and fell down spinning.Two of them stopped the pursuit and swooped down to rescue their companions.

George and Fred were still flying in various tricks in the night sky not far from them, trying to attract the attention of the Death Eaters.The flames of the motorcycle went out.It puffed, and its speed slowed down noticeably. Two Death Eaters flew in front of them, and the broom came across.Harry clearly saw them raise their wands.

"Damn it!" Just as Harry was about to use the barrier, he heard Arthur shout, "Hold on!"

Harry just grabbed the edge of the sidecar when the motorcycle rolled over again.The world was turned upside down, and the light of the street lamp was above his head.Hedwig's cage fell out first, followed by the Firebolt|Bolt and Harry's backpack.Harry's heart skipped a beat.

The handles of the cage caught Harry's knapsack, and Harry reached out and finally managed to grab the straps of the knapsack at the last moment.He couldn't hold on to it with one hand, and was thrown by the weight of the backpack, and fell out of the sidecar. He grabbed the backpack and watched the Firebolt | Arrow fall into the darkness.

The motorcycle is coming.With his left hand grabbing the edge of the truck and the other hand grabbing the straps of his backpack, Harry hung in mid-air.The wind was so strong that Harry felt his body being blown at least twenty degrees away from its supposed vertical position. "Hold on!" Arthur yelled, his voice inflected. "Hold on!! I want--!!!"

The spell's light darted back and forth around Harry, and the scene flew by beneath his feet.He clung tightly to the sidecar. There was a Death Eater diagonally below him, and two behind him on the motorcycle.George and Fred were on the other side, surrounded by five Death Eaters.In the gale high above, their robes rattled.

In this life-or-death moment, Harry inappropriately remembered his first Quidditch match. When he was 11 years old, he also held a broom that was bouncing wildly with one hand, but at that time no one directly attacked him with a magic spell, and someone came to help him.He knew that if he let go now, he would be able to climb onto the motorcycle with his own strength, and there was nothing really important in his backpack—except for the photo album, and the smiling faces of his parents had already been deeply etched into his mind.But Hedwig was thrashing around in the cage, if he let go now, Hedwig would not be able to fly out of the cage, and would only die.

Harry regretted how securely he had stuck the cage door.If he hadn't locked the cage door, if he'd let Hedwig go—he was destined to find the Horcrux alone, he wouldn't need a messenger.Hedwig deserved to be free, and if she didn't want to leave, she could wait for him to come back at the Burrow or the owl house at Hogwarts.He clutched the backpack straps, even though his reason told him he had to let go and climb into the truck, he still couldn't convince himself to give up his friend.

A green light shot from behind Harry.With a roar, Arthur suddenly raised the front of the motorcycle, and the car rushed towards the moon.Harry watched in horror as the light approached his feet, right into Hedwig's cage.The big white bird screamed and collapsed at the bottom of the cage.

Harry felt heart-piercing pain at that moment.The pain was almost equivalent to Sirius falling into the curtain before him, or Dumbledore slowly falling into the darkness.He lost another friend.

But no one felt the pain, and no one celebrated Hedwig's death.No one noticed this near death, as if she had never existed.The spell, still glowing, whizzed back and forth in Harry's ear.Harry hung numbly by the straps of his backpack, his eyes fixed on Hedwig's cage, hoping she would stand up again, and yelled at him in displeasure.

The motorcycle flew over the city, and the colorful lights flickered steadily under Harry's feet, like spots of light flying by the Forbidden Forest on a summer night.George and Fred could no longer attract any more attention. The Death Eaters were evenly divided into several groups, and each group of real and fake Harry was violently attacked.

A Death Eater raised his wand, and the cursed light hit the rear of the motorcycle.A small explosion nearly knocked Harry off the ground, and the motorcycle started bouncing up and down.Apparently the explosion broke the magic that had been applied to the car, and the car looked like it was going to break down.

Harry was dangling in the air, using all his strength just to grab the edge of the sidecar.He couldn't free his hand to strike back with his wand.Arthur wanted to drive the car that had become very inflexible to avoid the attack of the Death Eaters, and he was also unable to resist.Harry's group was clearly at a disadvantage.

Harry hung his head.He didn't want to think about anything, and even though the motorcycle started to make a loud noise and sway from side to side with black smoke in the air, he still held on to the backpack strap tightly.The Death Eaters were approaching quickly from the side of him, and Harry even felt that he could see their grinning faces through the cover of the hood.

"Drop—you—damn—the backpack—!!" Arthur roared inarticulately, his voice shattered by the strong wind.The Death Eaters raised their wands.

"Disarm you!!" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from below Harry, the Death Eater closest to Harry was hit in the chest by a spell, his wand flew out of his hand, and then he fell off the broom down.It took Harry a hard time to remember that the voice was his own.

"This is real!" shouted the Death Eater next to him.Instead of going to rescue his companion, he turned the broom abruptly and chased after the person who shot down the Death Eater.

There was only one Death Eater left in pursuit of Harry, and George and Fred were followed by five more.The rest of the people all chased after the lonely figure in the sky.That Harry kept dodging spells shot from all directions, yelling and fighting back.It was so far away that Harry couldn't hear what he was shouting, judging by the light of the spells, they were disarming spells, impeding spells - each of which was his usual favorite spell.He flew well, turned, somersaulted, and swooped to a stop that seemed almost impossible for a world quidditch champion to master.Harry suddenly wanted to cry.

Hanging in the wind for so long, Harry's fingers were already stiff.The motorcycle swayed wildly again, and Harry felt his fingers slide down a little more.Arthur was yelling something desperately, and a Death Eater following George suddenly broke away from the group and rushed towards the motorcycle, raising his wand.The distance between them was very close, and a deep voice that Harry would never forget came from under the hood: "Torn apart!"

Harry felt a tingle in his fingers, probably bleeding.The strap of the backpack snapped against his hand, and his schoolbag and Hedwig's cage quickly fell diagonally downward. "NO!!" Harry yelled in pain, and for a split second he even considered the possibility of jumping down and grabbing the owl's cage.

"Thunderbolt!" yelled the voice Harry hated, pointing at the knapsack.He hit it right this time, and the pack and cage exploded in midair in a bright fireball.

Harry couldn't think anymore.The pain that was imposed on Hedwig seemed to reappear on him. I don't know if it was the pain in the scar or the pain in the heart, or the whole chest. He was so uncomfortable that he could hardly bear the weight of his body. "Enough! Climb up! Climb up now!" Arthur shouted, trying to keep the moped flying a little more smoothly.Harry mechanically climbed onto the sidecar, his scar so painful that his vision was blurred.He looked back, and there was no pursuer behind him.The black figure was controlling the broom to turn around stiffly, and the night sky was peaceful, as if nothing had happened just now.The fireball in the sky has disappeared without a trace, not even a spark can be seen.

"Shen Feng Wu Ying!" Harry clutched at his scar and yelled hoarsely as he pulled out his wand.

The moment he yelled out, he knew it was bad.First Hedwig, and then this spell that only Harry, besides Snape, could use.These two things are almost iconic - compared to the Stunning Charm and Disarming Charm that anyone can use.

Harry was ready for Snape to tip off his companions, and the next second he would face a storm of blows.He gripped his wand tightly and tucked into the sidecar, ready to dodge and counterattack.

The black figure quickly lowered its head to avoid the spell, and the hood was knocked down by the spell.Sure enough, it was Snape. He swayed slightly, stabilized himself on the broom, did not fight back, did not shout that this was the real Harry, but flew away without looking back.

The light of the magic spell attack in the distance is still flickering, like fireworks blooming in the sky during the most festive festival.A black smoke-like thing rolled and flew around the center of the spell attack. Harry was sitting on the motorcycle. Maybe it was the light that was far away from his vision, or maybe it was an illusion caused by too much pain. It became so brilliant that it almost lit up half the night sky in London, and then it disappeared.The pain also slowly subsided, and Harry let go of the hand that had been covering the scar. Now even if he didn't press it hard, it didn't hurt so much that he wanted to scream.

Harry had his wand in hand, ready to cast a spell.Hearing the sound of the motorcycle like a battered tractor, Harry decided it was going to fall apart and wouldn't last too long.For a staggering 10 minutes as they flew through the sky trailing black smoke, Harry caught sight of the lights of the Burrow in the distance.The motorcycle began to descend, and just when Harry thought it could safely fly to the Burrow, the whole car suddenly sank, and then fell rapidly.With the force of the forward rush, the motorcycle slid forward for a while, and the front of the motorcycle hit the ground.The whole car continued to bounce and slide forward, and stopped after a few meters.

They landed in a field of reeds not far from the Burrow.There had just been a heavy rain the night before, and the muddy water was swept up by the car, splashing Harry in the face.Retching, he stepped out of the sidecar, and took a few mouthfuls to the ground next to him, spitting out muddy water and blood from the tip of his bitten tongue caused by the collision when he landed again.

With some difficulty recovering from the intense nausea, Harry straightened up to find that the Polyjuice Potion had worn off.He wiped his face, put on his glasses and turned around.

Arthur didn't move.He was slumped on the low car door, as if he had passed out.

Harry was taken aback, and quickly walked around the front of the car while calling Mr. Weasley.Arthur struggled and lowered his hand to open the door from the outside, and staggered out of the car.Harry stepped on the muddy water up to his calf, and ran to support him.

Arthur mumbled a thank you.His steps were unsteady, and most of his weight was on Harry's shoulders.Harry helped him to walk in the direction of the Burrow, and before he walked out of the reed field, he finally couldn't help turning his head.Under the cover of the reeds, the moped was stuck alone in the mud, like an old object abandoned by the deceased owner.The last memory-filled relic left by Sirius was completely destroyed.

Harry gritted his teeth and stopped looking at it, and carried Arthur into the clearing, and continued forward, through the bushes.There is light in the crooked house in front, and the only light in the darkness is like a road sign of a wanderer who has been away from home for a long time, very conspicuous.

Harry approached the light, and there were two shadows at the door, Molly and Ginny who were already waiting there.Ginny ran over and helped Arthur into the light with Harry, and Harry was surprised to find that Arthur's face was covered with blood.Molly covered her mouth, and big tears rolled down.

Ginny grabbed Harry's arm hard, her face pale, and it looked like she didn't know how hard she was exerting.Arthur was lying on the sofa, panting with difficulty, and amidst Molly's crying, he took off his glasses, and his left eye was bloody.

Harry remembered the rearview mirror that had just been shattered.Apparently, a piece of glass flew out and scratched his forehead, and another piece smashed the lens of his left eye, and sharp glass fragments pierced his eye.Harry couldn't imagine how Arthur endured the pain and carried him over such a distance, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

"Harry, as long as you're fine, you're fine..." Molly pulled Harry into her arms, not minding the muddy clothes, and hugged him tightly.Her tears wet Harry's ears with an uncomfortably cold feeling.Filled with shame and remorse, Harry froze in place, fists clenched, eyes stinging.

Arthur had bruises on his face, but no one knew how to use a healing spell.Molly brought a wet towel and sobbed softly as she wiped her husband's face.Arthur looked relieved a little.He smiled reassuringly at Harry, and complained in a weak voice: "Molly is always refusing to pay for a bottle of short-sightedness potion for me." He seemed to have completely forgotten that his transformed Harry also wore Glasses.

"Merlin! Just shut up for a second—" Molly cried.She took a bottle of wine, floated the sofa over the fireplace, and began to work on Arthur's wound.Her movement was blocked by her body, and Harry could clearly see Arthur's fingers gripping the sofa cushions violently.

"What about the others?" Harry asked softly.

Ginny shook her head, staring palely at her father's legs: "No one has come back yet except you. Maybe we should go to the door and wait... No, we should. Go now." She tugged involuntarily. Harry walked to the door.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Arthur: Sit tight—Harry—I'm going to—

HARRY: Fuck-I-carsick-voke-

Death Eater: &%￥*#...

Voldemort (wipes face): Kill the--the--little bastard--