[HP] Harry doesn't think it's his fault

46. ​​Try to Brew Hope

The revelation of the truth has brought about a series of follow-up effects. For example, Pedilou avoids Harry and prevents friends from inquiring about the future. For example, Sirius is worried about his niece. For example, Harry heard that James and Lily They couldn't look at each other directly for a few days.

He took a chance to tell Remus the whole truth, with a gut feeling that the person who later taught him the Patronus Charm would digest the whole thing better - or maybe because Remus was the one who was left till the end to reap the rewards Someone with a little warmth.

"Neither of us believed the other." After a long silence, Remus whispered, "Sirius and I both thought the other was the traitor."

"You got back together later, in the Shrieking Shack," said Harry.

Remus shook his head, "It's not very surprising, you know? I always felt that James was the one, me, Sirius, Peter, our belief in this group came from him, not from each other. Once He's gone, and the rest of us will find that there isn't as much left between us as there is at the moment."

The werewolf hadn't yet had gray hair, and his face hadn't yet been wrinkled, but for a moment Harry thought he saw Professor Lupine he knew looking out of those young eyes.

"It's hard to imagine that I'm married after all this, and I can still love others." Remus said again, "You made me really curious, what kind of person Nymphadora Tonks is."

"She is very energetic, humorous, and pretty, but she always makes her face into strange shapes, like a bird's beak and a pig's nose, to make everyone happy." Harry winced under Remus' expectant gaze. Brain, unfortunately, he doesn't know Tonks very well, "Oh, she's also kind of clumsy, breaks or knocks over all kinds of things, accidents happen around her. We first met She told me she got top marks in Auror training in disguise, but nearly failed the stalking and stealth parts. She had only been an Auror for a year."

Remus smiled slightly, his eyes lighting up.Even after so many tragic stories, some good things have happened in a war that has no future.Harry hoped that what he said could at least leave some traces, so that when the man in front of him met his destined person many years later, he would remember his confidence in love and happiness more quickly.

"You turned her down, with all the reasons you mentioned," said Harry, "but she didn't give up, she said she told you a million times 'I don't care'."

"I dare say I was terrified," Remus said softly.

47. Redundant dialogue

I don't know how Remus relayed it to his friends. After that, others asked a lot less about their future. Harry was more than happy to tell them about Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix and the Weasleys. .When Fred and George got the Marauder's Map and cracked the code, members of the robbery group clapped their hands and said that they really wanted to keep it in Hogwarts.

Although this temporal episode would soon be erased, Harry went through the rest of the conversation, including with Dumbledore, with a sense of purpose.Aberforth has never really forgiven his brother, but he joined the Order of the Phoenix both times, and Dumbledore would lie about going to the Pig's Head Bar when he went out to find Horcruxes. They must trust and care about each other somehow with.

"I guess I couldn't have expected better," said Dumbledore.

48. disappear

In the last few days of term, Harry's transparency has become more and more frequent, and he may not last the rest of the time to reach Potter House.Despite knowing where he was going, Harry panicked at the idea of ​​someone disappearing quietly, so his roommates and Lily took shifts to make sure someone was always with Harry during the day so he didn't have to look at him every ten seconds, nervous Xidi double-checked to see if he was disappearing.

However, some things may be doomed.

There was no goodbye, and there was no leaving without saying goodbye.The day before leaving school, there was a heavy snowfall after the sun set, and the venue seemed to be covered with a thick, crystal-clear white blanket.At James' suggestion, they slipped out of the dormitory in the middle of the night and used their feet and spells to create a giant Gryffindor logo in the snow, pausing for a snowball fight.Several people returned to the dormitory in the early morning, both excited and exhausted, with snow water in their clothes and shoes.By the time Harry got out of the hot shower and went to bed, James and Peter were already snoring.

At dawn, quietly, there was one person missing from the Gryffindor boys' sixth-year dormitory.When the dim winter sun slanted through the windows of the tower, the curtains of a bed were raised again, and it was piled up with clutter that the other four did not usually use, and no one had ever slept on.

All the teachers and students in the school saw the huge lion on the snow.

49. Stay confident

"Of course it's happening in your head, Harry, but why does that mean it's not real?"

Harry lay face down on the ground again, the smell of the Forbidden Forest wafting through his nostrils.He felt the cold, hard ground under his cheek, felt the corners of his glasses, knocked askew when he landed, pricking his temples.There was no pain anywhere on his body, and the place hit by the Killing Curse was like being wounded by an iron fist.He didn't move, maintaining exactly the posture when he landed, his right arm turned outward at an awkward angle, and his mouth was opened wide.

The air was full of hurried footsteps, whispered voices, and eager whispers, and Harry wasn't sure how long it had been since he fell, except for his conversation with Dumbledore at King's Cross train station, he always felt that something had happened. other things.The aftermath of that incident was like a warm, soft mass stuffed in the cold, persistent cavity in his chest that seemed to have grown several times larger tonight.

"You," said Voldemort, followed by a bang and a short scream, "go and check. Tell me if he's dead or not."

Maybe it was a particularly beautiful dream.Harry had no time to think. He lay there waiting to be examined, his heart beating wildly.Immediately after, a pair of hands touched Harry's face, opened his eyelids, and reached under his shirt to feel his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

"Is Draco still alive? Is he in the castle?"

The whisper was barely audible.The woman's lips were only an inch from his ears, and she buried her head very low, her long hair covering his face and making those around him invisible.

"Yes," Harry replied in a weak voice.

He felt the hand on his chest tighten, the nails pinching him.Then she retracted her hands, and she sat up straight.

"He's dead!" Narcissa Malfoy shouted to those around her.

Voldemort humiliated him publicly amidst cheers, and Harry remained limp, eyes closed, pretending to be a corpse.

At the same time, he has never been so sure that he will win.

50. Ask more questions

"I'm going to put the Elder Wand back where it came from," he said to Dumbledore, who watched him with love and admiration, "and let it stay there. If I'm like Ignor Die as normal as Tooth, and its power is gone, isn't it? The previous master can never be defeated again. It's over."

Dumbledore nodded, and they smiled at each other.

"You really want that?" said Ron.He looked at the Elder Wand, with a hint of reluctance in his voice.

"I think Harry's right," said Hermione softly.

"Also," Harry hesitated, "I have the feeling that tonight, after being hit by Voldemort... more things happened than I remember. Is that normal?"

"Dude," said Ron, "can't stop reminding you that nothing that happened to you tonight was normal. Oh, and most of your life."

"Exactly," said Dumbledore mildly, "but do you think that's a good thing, Harry?"

Harry nodded, feeling sleep deprived and light-headed, preoccupied with the four-poster bed that awaited him in Gryffindor Tower.The war was over, and much grief, exhaustion, and funerals awaited him in the not-too-distant future, but today, he thought, maybe he could buy himself half a day's sleep.

He was about to turn away from the portraits when a strange idea penetrated his bewildered mind and captured him.

"Sir, Gellert Grindelwald..." Harry stumbled, feeling a little regretful, but the words were out of his mouth, so he could only bite the bullet and finish, "I mean, you and him...were friends?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, but he was not unhappy, "Oh, well..."

All three teenagers in the principal's office regretted hearing the answer.

(End of the article)