[HP] Elephant of Time

what do you want to say. "

He still remembered that Ginny spoke up after his long silence, even though he was the one who asked her out.Her bright brown eyes, dim as dusty amber, looked out over the calm lake in the afternoon.The wind lifted her long red hair, and the girl's whole figure was like a flame in the wind, precarious but immortal.

"I know, I know..." the girl hero of Gryffindor said, her voice getting lower and lower, and finally she turned her head to meet those green eyes, "Harry, I love you, so let's break up .”

The Gryffindor girl has the sharpness of the Gryffindor sword and the gentleness unique to the Weasley women.

He repeated the apology even though he knew it was pointless - until the end, he wasn't as strong as a girl.

Everyone was puzzled by their sudden breakup. Ginny didn't say anything, but said at the end: "I hope you can find your happiness, Harry, enough happiness has been destroyed by that war."

That's when he saw Ginny Weasley's real courage for the first time.It takes courage to move forward in the face of danger, but it takes more to rise from the ruins.

A year ago, he went to Ginny's wedding as her older brother.The wedding was simple, not many people, only some familiar faces.He vaguely knew that it was the Weasleys who were thinking about him, for which he was extremely grateful, but also extremely guilty.

Because he could only watch them come out supporting each other, while he stayed where he was, only himself.

Harry stared at the lake falling into the whirlpool of the past, as if bewitched, he walked slowly towards the lake.

"If Saint Potter wants to drown himself, go out of sight."

Harry stopped and turned to look at the man who spoke.

"Malfoy."

Draco Malfoy five years from now will be the same as he was five years ago, but he will be completely different from the spoiled brat six years ago.

Thin chin, pale skin, and platinum-blond hair still glowing with a cold luster, all of these seem to be the same as they were a long time ago.But in the past, Malfoy would not have that kind of slight alienation, he would only sneer at people complacently.

Now Malfoy was holding a silver snake-headed cane, unconsciously tapping the palm of the other hand, just like the "Malfoy" Harry had seen before.It's just that some kind of madness in that person was completely sealed under the inorganic gray-blue eyes.

But whether it is five years or ten years, their dislike for each other will still not change.

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"The missing person appears here, or is it that the savior finally got tired of hiding." Draco stopped tapping gently, and slowly spoke a question without question.

Since two years ago, the savior has resigned from Oro's position and no longer appears in front of people.The whole wizarding world knew he lived in Godric's Hollow, but no one but himself could really find out exactly where.

Harry took out the crystal bottle, shook it, and put it back in his pocket.

The corner of Draco's mouth drew a mean arc, and he looked like that person for a moment.

"Dreamless Potion? Saint Potter can't sleep? Are those 'glorious' pasts still haunting you?"

Harry avoided the question, the overly familiar expression made him not in the mood to quarrel with his rival: "What about you, Malfoy? This should not be Malfoy Manor, and you are already over 17 years old."

"Obviously you forgot that Malfoy is still one of the school trustees."

Harry was suddenly curious, when exactly would the Malfoys give up their pride?

The eternally pure Black has long since lost his last blood, even though he is a Gryffindor.The last of the Lestrange family died in Azkaban after the war.Most of the other pure-blood families were destroyed in the war.Among the purebloods of Slytherin, the only ones who can truly be called nobles are the Malfoy family.

This is a war, Voldemort wants to destroy muggles and half-bloods, and they resist.They won, so they destroyed the purebloods - almost.If so, how are they different from Voldemort?

While he was thinking about those things, young Malfoy turned away.

"Malfoy." Harry called to the departing man, "Have you seen the new Potions Master?"

Draco Malfoy paused for a moment: "Since I have seen the best, no one else is worth mentioning."

"I think so too..." Harry continued to stare at the lake, speaking softly to the air in front of him.

After leaving Hogwarts, Harry returned to his hut. Outside the house, the lilies he planted by himself were in full bloom, and the elegant fragrance lingered around him like the best dream.

He doesn't like white.The once strong golden red was his favorite, but he could no longer afford that color after seeing too much blood, so when he wanted to plant something, he chose lily by accident.

The warning spell outside the door was triggered, and before he could react, a familiar voice came in.

"Harry, are you there?"

He revoked the spell and opened the door to greet his former friend, Hermione who is now Mrs. Weasley.

"What did you come to see me for, Hermione?" He smiled softly, as if they were still kids who had just entered Hogwarts, the former Iron Triangle.In that castle, courage is everything to Gryffindor. They overcome difficulties year after year, but they don't know that someone is following behind them, guarding their children's growth.

But children always grow up and leave the castle of fairy tales.It wasn't that he wasn't happy about the combination of his friends, it was just that it inevitably distanced them.

"Harry, do you...plan to live here forever?" Hermione's tone hesitated, but the stubbornness that seemed to be carved into her bones did not change after she married the Weasleys, "It's nice here, but Have you been here too long?"

Is it too long?

In fact, it is the same no matter where it is, he has long been unable to get out of that war, so no matter where it is, it is the same.

If there is no place to return to in this world, what is the difference between here and there?

Maybe he should try to give himself a forgetfulness, start with himself, and forget all about those splendor and decay.

But he can't, anyone can, except him who has won all the glory of victory.He is obliged to carry the past, those who gave their lives to win, those who died in the war.All the souls of the dead must be borne by the victor.

Seeing every indifference and determination on Harry's face clearly, Hermione Weasley drew a low breath.

"Harry! Your life shouldn't be buried here - leave here, leave the wizarding world, go anywhere, even forget that you are Harry Potter, forget us!" She shook her head fiercely , the originally loosely tied brown hair was scattered, making this always strong witch look weaker than ever.She grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook them desperately, as if trying to shake out the last trace of courage and vitality in him.

How could she just watch him being buried with that damned war!

"Leave us!"

- If no one speaks, let yourself speak.

Hermione looked sadly at her former friend.For her, Harry Potter will always be just Harry Potter, not the savior, nor the man who defeated Voldemort, but her best friend.If the first half of his life is destined to be dedicated to this wizarding world, then at least let him be free for the second half of his life, even if he is misunderstood - all the accusations can be borne by her.

"Hermione..." There was a hint of wavering in Harry's eyes, but more of a sense of helplessness... He had never seen Hermione Granger like this before, like a hoarse female beast, guarding the dying children around.

Is that so... that's how it is...

Harry smiled bitterly in his heart.

——You are sad for me, and you would rather bear the responsibility for me.But I don't know that it is myself, the past that will never stop, that imprisoned me.

Hermione didn't come here alone. Behind her were Ron, Ginny, the Weasleys, and many people who really cared about him... Even for them, he had to leave here.Harry thought to himself, then smiled.

"I see, Hermione."

Just like he used to do in the darkest of times, smile and tell everyone that we will win.

"I will leave the wizarding world."

It's as if I really saw a carefree tomorrow and saw the light of hope.

"You're right, I've been here too long."

Originally, he planned to stay until the scythe of death passed by, but Hermione reminded him that that would not work... He couldn't let his friends who finally stood up again face loss again.So he had to get out, for his friends, out of here.

It's not difficult, is it?Because even here, the place where his parents used to live is not a harbor where he can rest. There is no such place in this world.

The process was simple, and he started to act almost immediately.

Pack up your things, exchange Galleons into pounds, deposit them in a Muggle bank, deliver letters to your friends at the post office, and then board the Muggle train alone, starting a journey with no end in sight.

Harry walked through many places indifferently. Originally, he only planned to find a place where no one could see to spend the rest of his life, but he kept walking as if he had his own will. He ate when he was hungry, and when he was tired. sleep, walking mechanically one after another