HP leap time

Where is this?Harry opened his eyes, and the sea was swelling up to his ankles from a distance.

It was cold and wet, and Harry shrank back, only to realize that the discomfort in his body had subsided.

He didn't die, he knew what death was like, so he could guarantee that he didn't die.

This is a place he has never been before, surrounded by fog, the end of the sea is blue, the body is full of large and small stones, and the wet gaps are filled with moss.

A prophet?Harry thought quickly, the white figure he saw a second before he fainted, she was walking towards the snow, with the aroma of malt sugar coming from nowhere, it was clearly that mysterious girl.

He doesn't like these people, every time he thinks he can control his own destiny, they always come mysteriously and then go mysteriously, and then destroy everything that is unwavering in his heart...Touching these Guy, he will always feel that he is still living in that small cupboard, and can only hide his inner stories and courage deep in those dusty old toys.

And Dumbledore, he has been afraid of him for a long time, whether it is the last life or this life, he will always be so mysterious.But he is light!Light as thick as quicksilver poured from the small window, freed him from the cupboard, and sent him into another darkness, where the small world became a large one, but still black.

Maybe it's just that he doesn't understand, because he doesn't understand, so he can fight hard without hesitation, and he is unwilling to admit defeat until his head is covered with blood and bruises!Because I don't understand, the world in my heart will always be small.So when he finally runs out one day, he thinks to look back, look at his world, look at everything he has done, look at the price he paid for not leaving regrets, look at what he left behind in time Faint traces of...

It's amazing how he's done so much and yet it doesn't seem to change anything.The big world continues as before, and the long river of time always winds and interweaves in the same direction...

He just doesn't understand, Harry thought, and he doesn't want to either.

He never regrets what he did.

"Good morning." Someone's voice sounded, clear and bright.

Harry turned his head, and the girl in the white dress ran past him bouncingly.

She was holding a bouquet of wildflowers, large patches of white and dots of yellow and purple, her white hair scattered in the air behind her head, she turned her face and smiled at him.

Harry took a step back, and he hid the momentary surprise well. The girl was smiling at him, just like a normal girl, her black eyes bent into crescents, her white teeth shining in the soft morning light. with light.

"Are you here for the funeral?" the girl said, and she walked forward without looking back, and Harry followed her involuntarily.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, but he vaguely knew the answer in his heart.

The girl didn't speak, she looked around while trotting to pick flowers, until she stopped under a thick old tree, looking at the entangled roots like blood vessels under the tree.

Harry walked in gradually, his feet were covered with mud and leaves, he just took a look and was stunned.

There was a person lying under the girl's feet, a woman in a white dress, her platinum hair was braided and placed on her chest. She was lying there, surrounded by wild flowers and grass covered with dew.

"..." Harry couldn't say a word, he stepped back two steps, looked at the mist that had turned pale yellow among the leaves and the sparkling sea not far away, in a trance, Harry realized that this place was not Reality.

Where is the difference?Harry looked back at the person in front of him again and thought, the living and the dead, the same person, they are the same person.

But the one Harry had seen before was dead, with pale blue skin, a gauze-wrapped face, and a cold breath all over his body. Even if he was dead, he looked like a mummy cursed by a wizard.

The girl quickly stuffed the flowers into the dead man's stiff fingers, and then began to remove the gauze on her face.

Harry stood aside and watched without saying a word, watching her knelt on the ground and untied the gauze round and round until a dry face was revealed.What kind of a face was that, densely packed symbols and words were carved all over her skin, from under the eyelids to the chin, he couldn't help but gasped.

The girl put away the gauze and wrapped it around her wrist, and the familiar bright smile reappeared on her face.Harry suddenly felt a little lucky, fortunately, there was nothing on the living face, only a clean and clear smile.

"Don't tell Celt you saw me," she said, and began to bend over the flowers around the dead man again. "No one has seen me..."

"No one will see me again..."

"No," said Harry, rubbing his nose in embarrassment. "A lot of people will see you, as long as you are here, as long as you go out..."

"..." The girl stopped what she was doing, and she raised her head to look at Harry. Harry subconsciously wanted to avoid it, just as he was subconsciously afraid of those black eyes looking at him, the kind of prying eyes. Sen's coldness is still fresh in his memory.But he still worried too much, this time he didn't feel anything, she was just a normal girl, she looked over with teasing and self-deprecating eyes. "But I can't get out, Harry Potter."

"I'm already dead!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and a person who had almost no connection with him called his name.

"I'm dead." She continued to read, sitting on the ground and looking at him solemnly. "Relying on other people's vitality to steal my life for two years..."

"It's still dead, it's finally dead..." She looked at the dead man beside her and started laughing, but tears began to flow down. "Cecilia..."

Harry stood silently watching her cry, feeling the warm and humid sea breeze with the scent of flowers here.

Is this an illusion you created, in my body?why?

"What's the last prophecy?" Harry asked cautiously after an unknown amount of time, recalling the night that was still fresh in his memory, that night they even threatened Draco to force him out. "You clearly made a prophecy that night, right? What did you prophesy? It forced you to leave so hastily?"

"Are you asking about the result or the process?" Cecilia said slowly.

"Naturally, it's the result." Harry said, leaning against a tree, half of his face fell under a tree shadow. "I'm going to die right?"

"Yeah! You will die, the mysterious derailment force brought you back to the past time, you messed up the timeline like a misplaced nail, no, no, no, you are just a loophole, messed up in time There are many loopholes in important things... But think about it! Time has left you far away, it is moving forward without hesitation, it is perfect and powerful, without any flaws, but you appeared..." Sisi Leah sat on the ground with her legs crossed and tilted her head. "You are a damn loophole, like a small pebble in velvet, you disturbed the timeline and broke its balance, those people you saved, those things you did are all history that you tampered with without authorization... and you……"

"You have to bear all the costs..." Cecilia said slowly, and began to braid her hair lightly with her fingers.

"Pain, torture, and death."

"So I'm doomed?" Harry smiled wryly, so was he being punished from the start?

"Then why can I still see you here, did you save me?"

"I broke that prophecy." Cecilia continued to mutter. "The price is life for it."

As soon as her words fell, Harry was shocked. Ever since Hermione got to know the prophet, he wanted to communicate with him about it from time to time, and he more or less knew about it.

The prophet's ability is innate, just like the magic power of a wizard, but the Holy Son is different, her soul ability is unprecedentedly powerful, and her body cannot bear it, resulting in the separation of soul and body, and her vitality is weak.Harry still remembered that Ron laughed at the prophets as a group of guys who were not favored by God, saying that God was too perfunctory when he gave them abilities?Digging here and there and then discovering, why are there so many left?Then stuff it all to one person, and after stuffing it to one person, I find that this guy is abnormal and changes the world every minute!Then what to do, and then think of various ways to restrict and restrict, in the final analysis, it is not easy to make people feel...

"You have no reason to save me, do you?" Harry shook his head and asked her.The prophet is so important, why pay for him to break the prophecy?

"I just kept my promise," Cecilia said. "Someone has continued my life in exchange for the last shattered prophecy."

"I deserved to die two years ago. Celt took me around at the request of the prophets to find a way to live..." Cecilia said with blank eyes. "I feel the breath of the same kind in you..."

"Is the soul separated?"

"You have seen the time." Cecilia interrupted him, looking at him and giggling. "You have seen time, you are a bug in this world, and so am I."

"I thought I was the only person suffering pain in this world, but I didn't expect that there was another person. This person was stupider than me. He didn't know who his real enemy was, and he just struggled and resisted..." In her eyes There was no contempt in the slightest, and the tone became heavy. "But you did it, your resistance succeeded, you saved so many people, you changed so much... I never thought that someone could really resist time..."

"No, my enemy has never been something illusory, and there has always been only one enemy." Harry looked into her eyes unwaveringly. "I'm just persistently protecting the important people, so as not to leave any regrets! I don't think as much as you guys have to think about, and I don't understand those things, and I don't want to understand them."

The black eyes flickered.

"Is that Dumbledore?" Harry asked, lowering his eyes. "He helped you extend your life, and then asked you to save me."

"Yes." Cecilia said lightly. "How nice to fully utilize my worth..."

"Feel sorry……"

"Why are you sorry? This is a deal. The old man with the white beard used the Deathly Hallows to adopt his life force to me, in exchange for making my death more meaningful..." She started laughing again. "Pfft... how powerful! He is stronger than you all, he has seen through it long ago, he knows that loopholes can only be filled with loopholes, and my resistance is what time fears the most..."

"I saved you Harry Potter...but you will still die, your soul is split, and there is no cure for it...and my vitality will be completely dissipated in the consumption...my appearance is not enough Breaking the prophecy, the prophecy is not so easy to change..." She blinked mysteriously. "An opportunity or another prophecy based on this, a direction...then there will be different developments..."

"What?" Harry squinted his eyes and asked, but there was a shuddering sound of waves behind him. He turned his head, and was horrified to find that the sea water behind the fog was surging, and the red fog was gradually swallowed up by waves and waves!The air instantly became restless, and the leaves began to tremble violently.

Familiar feeling, it is Tom Riddle!He also didn't die...

The prophet saved him and he didn't know whether it was good or bad, Harry watched with a pale face.

"Merge with him, Harry Potter."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry took two steps back, the sea wind howling behind him.

"This sentence... is breaking the prophecy!" Cecilia said to herself, her body began to weather and turn into pieces. "Merge with him..."

how can that be possible?Harry took a few steps back, how could he possibly fuse with Tom Riddle in order to survive?You are not a spy sent by Voldemort, are you?

But he seemed to be speechless, and the red sea rushed to the shore like crazy, engulfing the reef and the sky...

He couldn't refuse, his soul had been devoured by the devil unknowingly, he should have died with the soul piece!

"Remember who you are, Harry Potter." The flowers and plants next to the deceased drowned him, layer by layer, and only the sound of waves crashing on the shore was left in his ears...

……

When he opened his eyes again, Harry just lay on the bed and breathed slowly, feeling the surrounding environment and the sensations in his body.

The humid heating in the fireplace and the faint scent of flowers in the air, the snow outside the window has stopped, the faint morning light and the snow on the ground are one.

This wasn't the tent he was familiar with, and Draco wasn't here, he had been taken somewhere else.Harry breathed steadily, feeling the orderly flow of blood in his body.He had seen Cecilia in his dream, and Harry recalled everything in the dream, the prophet, the prophecy, Dumbledore... Suddenly he felt a little funny, he was really struggling to save himself!

I suddenly felt a burst of joy in my heart, he is not dead, he is not dead yet!He fused with Harry Potter!

No, no...it's him who merged with the Soul Piece!Harry pressed his head and his heart was beating fast, he tried to feel the familiar majestic magic power in his body... There was another burst of ecstasy, he was much stronger than he imagined, he felt a little too energetic!

Harry sat up from the bed. He felt hot and restless for no reason in the snow melting weather. Harry took a few deep breaths, and the white quilt and pillows on the bed instantly shattered!The overflowing magic power intertwined in the air and made a crackling sound.

"Wow." Harry smiled, his body has never been so good, the powerful soul and the body full of vitality fit together perfectly, without any blemishes!

Not at all... flawed.

No one is stronger than him, he feels that he can destroy the world in minutes now!

Harry stepped barefoot on the cold floor, white fluff falling down like snowflakes on his head, shoulders, and feet... Harry walked around a small log with a bunch of light purple cornflowers in it. The table came to a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The morning light illuminated half of his face, and the black hair was still gently rising and falling on the top of his head, which was the magic power that had not been recovered in time.Harry smiled and stroked himself in the mirror. His fingertips brushed against the cool surface of the mirror, touched the red pupils and brushed lightly, and the hidden smile became deeper.

"Nice," sighed Harry, looking at the thin, thin boy in the mirror.

"Never feel cold again."

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