The happiness of HP

12 years ago, Voldemort was reduced to dust because the Horcruxes were completely wiped out.Only one black robe remained, however, this black robe disappeared at Hogwarts. Today, 12 years later, the people who ushered in the victory have long ignored or forgotten the dark monarch who once plunged the whole of England into black fear.No one will ask: Then, what about that black dress?Everyone deliberately forgot.

Few noticed that their hero, Harry James Potter, sent his consort, Voldemort-appointed Hogwarts headmaster and double agent, Severus Snape, to St. After Mungo forced the doctors to give treatment, he stayed out of everyone's sight for half a day.At that time, people were in the extreme carnival, so even Hermione and Ron didn't go looking for their friends.Moreover, half a day later, Harry showed up at St. Mungo's intact, and clashed with the Aurors who demanded the termination of Severus Snape's termination treatment.So people thought that Harry was waiting at St. Mungo's for half a day.

However, the truth of the matter is not the case.During this half day, Harry hadn't been waiting for his partner in St. Mungo's, as everyone had guessed.He left St. Mungo's to do something that was very important to him, and it was also something that other people couldn't understand.Therefore, he never mentioned it to anyone else, even Severus only knew about it through the companionship contract - he packed the robe for Voldemort in the dark of night, and buried it In the cemetery of the Riddle Mansion.

The Harry of 12 years ago was, in any case, a fledgling wizard who always had a bad conscience after killing someone.Plus everyone around him thinks he killed the most evil dark wizard ever, so he should be honored and proud.And Severus was also in a critical condition, no one could comfort him in that situation, so he could only choose to redeem himself.This was probably the most difficult time in his life.

He achieved peace of conscience in a way that no one else around him could understand—by erecting a cenotaph for his enemies.Even if he knew that his enemy was a very, very evil wizard, even if he knew that this wizard had killed many, many people, if he hadn't killed him, many more people would have died.But for a 17-year-old, it's just a redemption.

No one is born bloodthirsty. For a child, destroying a life and a soul cannot be forgiven from the conscience. Even if this life is evil and dirty, this soul is Not quite.At that time, for Harry, this kind of spiritual pain and torture was incomprehensible to others.He also couldn't talk about his feelings to his two friends, because all of them felt that the savior's killing of the Dark Lord was the right thing to do without any psychological burden.Everything seemed as it should be.

Severus understood Harry's thoughts, he felt that it was Merlin's favor that Harry didn't suffer from any serious mental illness after the war.Speaking of this, he would also like to thank the twins. If Harry hadn't been aware of the existence of the twins in time, and had been busy with the twins' health after leaving England, he might suffer from mental illness and take his young life.

In the end, Severus agreed to Harry's temporary decision to take the child to see Voldemort's grave.In one corner of the Riddle family cemetery, Severus and the children saw a small, extremely crude mound.

"Whose tomb is this? Why is there no tombstone?" After all, Jacobson didn't know who Harry was referring to as Voldemort, nor did he know his deeds or what it meant to Harry.His Royal Highness the Prince was a little puzzled, why the instructor brought them here, there was only a small grave.

"There is a paranoid dark wizard buried here. He used to have powerful magic power. When he was alive, many people were afraid of him, and many people liked him..." Harry said lightly, "He was very ambitious. But he did something wrong. His idea was too corrupt and he had too many opponents. He used the three Unforgivable Curses at will on the witches and wizards who opposed him, and used the Imperius Curse to kill Threatening them to carry out brutal plundering, many Muggles were killed by his followers in the name of 'for fun'. Using the hatred between wizards and giants as capital, many giants took refuge in him. At the same time, he and his Believers have committed some of the most brutal Muggle massacres. Everywhere is inundated with reports of deaths and disappearances, and people are tortured by an atmosphere of terror."

"Why did he kill Muggles?" Jacobson said, a little surprised.

"Maybe it's because of his childhood experience, plus he doesn't know how to tolerate others." Harry said.

"However, this place is so simple, it doesn't look like the tomb of a very powerful person at all." Jacobson touched his chin lightly.

"Oh, yes, this is what I want to say: no matter how powerful a person is, if his power is not used in the right place, no one will remember him. During his lifetime, he was probably the most powerful wizard in the entire wizarding world. A man with power, he can create many horrors, but after his death, people even applaud his death, no one wants to let him live for a second. His grave is so forgotten. said Harry. "I think you have seen the graves of those heroes just now. Many people remember them. Their graves are visited every year because their deeds are supported by many people."

Many years later, when Jacobson became the wise king of the elves, he always put the interests of the majority first.He will always remember the scene at this time.

A strong man who doesn't use his strength in the right place can only end up in a place where only his opponents remember.

Harry sent the children for a walk in the village, silently looking at the small grave, with mixed feelings in his heart——

{Harry, I'm here...} Just as Harry was full of sighs, Severus took him into his arms.

{I know. }Harry looked at the unmarked grave and leaned towards his partner.

When I was a teenager, I thought that I would get used to being indifferent to sorrow, and that my precocious shoulders could carry all the burdens.But since the appearance of this reliable chest, the strength that did not match his age began to soften, making him at that time impatient to squander the willful and childish that had been frozen for a tenth of a century.Then, he lost this man again, and it took a tenth of a century to get acquainted with a person's loneliness.Now, when I am with him, I always worry about gain and loss, and I am afraid that one day I will live such a lonely life again.

{Never again, we will never be apart again. } Severus kissed Harry.

{When we leave, there will be a simple tombstone. I hope our epitaph will be: "Here lies a loving couple."} Harry thought to himself.

{That was centuries later. }Severus held the man tightly in his arms, {Don't think about it now. }

{So, Sev, standing here, what do you think?After all, Voldemort is the person you most admire. }Harry teased Severus, {Say something to your old master? }

{This is just his relic, and Voldemort is not my master. }Severus had a dark face, but the strength in his hands did not lessen, {Well, I used to call him master, but that was out of admiration for his strength.Of course, if you wish, I can also call you "Master". After all, you are now much stronger than he was in his heyday. }

{Don't be poor, Sev, I didn't know you could do that...} Harry was always a little at a loss when his partner didn't say anything sarcastic.

{You'll have to get used to it quickly. }Severus kissed Harry's hand pityingly, {However, speaking of Voldemort, he must not have imagined that one day he would be worshiped by his opponent. }

{Before I did this, I never imagined that one day I would stand in front of Voldemort's cenotaph, and this cenotaph was erected by me. } Harry exclaimed.

{I'm sorry, I won't let you face it alone in the future. Severus knew Harry's struggle best, running his long fingers through his partner's black hair.

{I know. } Harry smiled at Severus, then turned his head and kissed Severus' pulse.

The two enjoyed the winter sunshine in front of the tomb of the former Dark Lord, and enjoyed the love that Voldemort would never understand or want to understand.

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St. Mungo's

George Weasley came to St. Mungo's ward with a bouquet of yellow roses in his hand. He was visiting his wife.Angelina's injuries are almost healed, but there are some minor problems that require some time to recuperate.A home with restless 10-year-old Fred and clingy little Roxanne 3-year-old wasn't the right place for a retreat.So, George would rather spend some money to let his wife rest in St. Mungo's.

Looking at the yellow rose in my hand, I remembered my little daughter's question yesterday: Why didn't Dad buy red roses for Mom?

Because your mother thinks red roses are too tacky, so my father bought yellow roses.

George answered his younger daughter in this way, but even he himself knew that it was just a white lie.

He never knew what flowers Angelina liked, and never paid attention to them.Even though she has been his wife for 11 years, she has given birth to a son and a daughter for him.In the eyes of others, he and she are talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven.

In the flower shop today, it's not that I didn't see red roses, but the red color was too dazzling, and I ended up taking the yellow roses by mistake.

When he thought about it carefully, from courtship to marriage to now, he had never sent Angelina any roses other than yellow.Angelina has never expressed dissatisfaction, so he has never changed.

One of them is a successful businessman, and the other is a famous Quidditch player. They usually get together less and leave more.He has always been very grateful to Angelina, accepting his courtship at that time.

"Angelina, how is today?" George replaced the roses in the vase the day before yesterday with the roses he brought.

"Very good. How about you?" Angelina said with a smile.

"That's it. There are quite a lot of orders in the joke shop recently." George also laughed.

"How are little Fred and Roxanne?" Angelina asked with concern.

"Yes, I'll bring them to see you tomorrow, and today I'll put them at Mama's," said George.

"OK, all right."

……

The two talked a little bit, and after that, George wanted to leave on the grounds of work.

"I have a lot of things to do in the store today. If you have anything you want to use or eat, just ask the nurse and I've explained it," George said.

Angelina nodded.

"Then I'm leaving. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, George."

George walked out of the ward and closed the door for his wife.

He knew that he didn't love Angelina.He really didn't love her, but he regarded this girl as his relative, because she was the one Fred wanted to marry.

He always remembered the big smile on her face when Fred brought her red roses, and maybe that was why he never gave her red roses.

And after the battle ended, both she and he lost their lovers, so the two of them came together because of the same pain.

George had never regretted marrying Angelina... because he understood Angelina's desire to be a Weasley.

"Hey! George!"

Just as George walked to St. Mungo's lobby to take out the door key back to the joke shop, he was taken aback by a greeting. He looked up and saw two figures in black robes——

"Harry, Professor Snape..."