[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry finally understood that he was not going to survive.His task was to walk peacefully into the open arms of death.Along the way, he would also sever Voldemort's last link to life.That way, when he finally rushes to face Voldemort, and doesn't shield himself with his wand, the ending will be clean and complete, and the work that should have been done back in Godric's Hollow is truly over: no one survives, no one survives.

He felt his heart beating violently in his chest.How strange that, in his fear of death, his heart beat so powerfully that it bravely kept him alive.But it had to stop, and it had to stop soon.It won't be beating too much.

Fear came flooding back, and the funeral drum beat inside him.Does death hurt?How many times he thought death was imminent and got away with it, but never really thought about death itself.His desire to live was always stronger than his fear of death.But now it did not occur to him to escape, to escape Voldemort's clutches.He knew that it was all over and there was only one thing left: death.

Harry felt more alive than ever before, more aware of his own living body.How had he never realized before what a marvel he was: mind, nerves, beating heart?Everything would be gone...at least, he would be away from it all.His breathing was slow and heavy, and his mouth and throat were very dry, but so were his eyes.

Dumbledore's deceit is really nothing.Of course there was a bigger plan, but Harry was too stupid to see it.He finally understood now.He had always taken it for granted that he had never doubted that Dumbledore wanted him alive.Now he knows that the length of his life is always determined by how long it takes to wipe out all the Horcruxes.Dumbledore entrusted him with the task of destroying the Horcruxes, and he obediently proceeded to weaken the tie not only to Voldemort's life, but to his own as well!How succinct, how crisp, don't waste any more lives, and entrust this dangerous task to a boy who is destined to die. His death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.

Dumbledore knew that Harry would not run away, knew that he would go to the end, even though that was his end, because Dumbledore had tried to understand Harry.isn't it?Voldemort knew, and Dumbledore knew, that once Harry found out that he had the power to stop him, he would not allow others to die for him.

Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts slammed into the hard, undeniable fact that he had to die, the thing had to end.

Ron and Hermione seemed far, far away, in some distant country.He felt that he had been separated from them for a long time.Don't say goodbye, don't explain, he's already made up his mind.

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None of the Death Eaters moved, they were all waiting, everything was waiting.Hagrid was struggling, Bellatrix was panting, but Harry thought for no reason of Ginny, of her radiant look, and the feel of her lips against his own—

Voldemort had raised his wand.His head was still on one side, like a curious child wondering what was going to happen next.Harry looked straight into those red eyes, hoping that moment would come, as soon as possible, before he could stand, lose control, show fear—

Harry saw the mouth move, and there was a flash of green light, and everything disappeared.

After a long time, perhaps no time at all, Harry realized that he must exist, must not be just a disembodied mind, because he was lying, definitely lying on the surface of something.

Harry groped around. The ground beneath him was hard and uneven, rough and cold, as if it was paved with... wait, a stone floor?

He flung his eyes open.The world in front of me is divided into many pieces of different sizes because of the broken glasses, like watching a kaleidoscope.Harry fumbled to sit up, pushing his broken glasses up the bridge of his nose.This is a narrow alley, full of messy sundries and rubbish, dark and dirty.Harry couldn't understand the situation before him and blinked hard.Yes, I was indeed sitting in a dark alley with a pair of broken glasses.The unpleasant smell from the garbage pile not far away was like a switch, and all five senses that had been lost for a moment returned to Harry.The coldness of the morning, the cold and rough feeling of the ground under the palms, the foggy streets and the unpleasant smell... The wand was still firmly attached to his chest, Harry took it out from the neckline, and the invisibility cloak slipped down from his stomach on the ground.Harry picked it up quickly, still wondering.

He should have died, in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, not in this dirty, run-down alley.Where is Voldemort?Where are the Death Eaters?And Hagrid, he was so big, he could stand out everywhere, where had he gone?Harry took off his glasses, fixed them with his wand, and came out of the alley.

A car passed in front of Harry. It was an old classic car that could only be seen on TV.There were not many pedestrians on the street, but they all looked sad.Harry looked at them and felt very strange, but he couldn't answer what was so strange for a while. The only thing he was sure of was that the place he was in was not the territory of wizards.Harry put his wand back into his robe pocket, and looked left and right, confirming more and more that he was indeed in the Muggle world.

Harry frowned. He didn't remember having a Portkey with him, and Voldemort wouldn't have been kind enough to send him elsewhere.The green light coming out of his wand was undoubtedly the Death Curse, so he was indeed dead?But why am I here?

More intense than doubt was an unprecedented panic.A completely strange place, even the air is strange.Harry saw a beggar on the corner of the street and walked quickly towards the beggar.

"Excuse me, what is this place?" Harry asked.

The beggar looked at Harry's outfit curiously, grinning and showing his yellow teeth: "This is Quentin Road."

A place name I've never heard of.Harry asked again: "Then what city is this?"

"London." The beggar still looked at Harry curiously.Harry looked around in surprise.Low houses, not neat streets, although Harry is not very familiar with London, but this London is too shabby.

"What time is it?" Harry wasn't sure if the overcast weather was morning or afternoon.

"Not long after the clock struck two o'clock." The beggar was still eyeing Harry.

"What's the date?" Harry asked quickly.

"June 6th or 18th." The beggar scratched his exposed chest, looking at Harry more and more strangely.

June!Shouldn't it be May now? !Harry felt a little dizzy.

After thinking for a long time, Harry asked the last question: "What year is this year?"

After thinking hard for a while, the beggar replied: "1926. Boy, have you been living in a muddle..."

1926!Harry stared at the beggar in shock, and had no time to answer the beggar's question.He should be dead, but now he is alive, and in 1926.The world in front of me is completely unreal, including this beggar with yellow teeth, which is not real either.

Totally untrue!

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