Harriet Potter

it's over.I'm sitting at my desk again, my overused brain humming.

Snape stood up. "The lesson is over, Potter."

I stared blankly at his back, wondering how he could act like nothing happened. "...you have to clear my memory."

Snape froze visibly.

"Course over, Potter," he repeated. "Get out of my office. Never show up here again."

"You can't do that," I said.

The office door suddenly opened behind me with a loud bang.

"go out."

"You can't do this!" I almost knocked the table and chair away when I stood up, "I shouldn't know this! Let me forget about it!"

In a blink of an eye, I slammed into the corridor wall hard, and the office door slammed shut before my eyes.I jumped up, punched and kicked at it, one particularly hard kick left a sharp pain in my big toe, and I limped back a couple of steps, continuing to snarl at the unmoving door.

"Open the door! Face me! Don't you just want to torture me with it?" I probably woke up the whole castle, I don't care, "Come out! You coward!"

The appearance of a furious Snape stunned me for a moment, sparks from the tip of his staff splashed on my nose, "Don't call me a coward!"

"Then what more title do you want? Coward?" I said frantically. "You betrayed your former master, Voldemort, didn't you? And now you betray Dumbledore! You two-faced wretch!"

Red light enveloped my field of vision.I opened my eyes again in panic, not knowing what was going on for a moment.I wasn't in any room I knew, and the throbbing pain in my brain reminded me to go to Occlumency class, Snape was acting weird, and then - oh.

No one survived, no one survived.

I was entangled with the sheets and fell to the ground, kicked them away and rushed to the door, and opened the door.Familiar hallways bathed in the icy blue morning light, I looked around, a tapestry of dancing trolls to my right, a smooth, hard stone wall to my left.I'm in the Room of Requirement.

I closed the door again, and when I turned to face the room again, the bed and the scattered sheets had disappeared, and there was only another door in the small empty room.

I fled again surrounded by stone steps and brass sconces, and tasted blood in my mouth as I fell from the fireplace in the Hog's Head.

I slammed into the door of the Hog's Head, and the hinges shattered.Aberforth snarled at me in his dressing gown, and I didn't glance at him.

As I walked through Hogsmeade shrouded in morning mist, closed shop doors passed me by.The streets were deserted, and the village was still sleeping in silence.

I was panting on my knees where the village entrance met the main road, the contents of my pockets falling to the floor as my numb fingers rummaged, my wand raised above my head.

The sky is getting brighter and the morning light is getting warmer.I finally let my unsupported arm go and looked around helplessly, wondering what was or wasn't wrong.

"I'm afraid the Knight Bus will no longer operate shortly after losing its conductor." Dumbledore's voice came from behind me.

I slowly turned to face him, not even trying to pretend I was taken aback, of course he would come. "You counted this too?"

"I didn't expect Professor Snape to tell you this." Dumbledore said slowly.

"Then he, what should I say, was sorry and confessed to you?"

"No, it was Aberforth who sent me the message. You ruined the door of his pub." Dumbledore paused. "If he knew the truth, he would never have done it. Suppose you asked him for help." , may have left the UK by now."

"Well," I frantically looked at everything but his face, "well, it's a matter of time anyway. I don't care what knight bus, I can get out. I can Apparate even if that's possible Let me lose a leg. How are you going to prevent me from escaping? Of course not a spell, that's too low-level, you don't bother to use spells to control others."

Dumbledore watched me in silence until I had to meet his eyes and notice how old he looked, just like when I smashed his office after Sirius died.I can live with many things but not this one, not now.

"Say something!" I glared at him, "I'm leaving, I'm going to blow your plans, I swear I will. You think I'm going to die for justice, huh? For a better world? I'll Why should I care what the world is like when I'm dead? Why should I care about saving others when I'm not worth it? - Draco Malfoy has been a blood-discriminatory scum for as long as I've known him, he Almost killed two people, two people! But in the eyes of Albus Dumbledore's noble eyes, he and his family of scum are more worthy of saving than me!"

"You're not the kind to be saved, Harriet."

"Oh, here we go again, prophecy and savior shit. Just because I got a stupid scar on my forehead, so I have to be brave and run towards Voldemort, pretend I don't know what's in front of me, shouting with love Overcomes everything. Love overthrows what? My father loved me and my mother so he died, my mother loved me so she died, and the only reason I survive because of my mother's love is to die at the right time! Has love ever stopped you from losing anything?"

Dumbledore didn't answer, his eyes cast over the half-moon lenses, almost cloudy.

"Have you spent all this time learning who I am, sir, have you ever realized that I was never fighting to die?" I asked, my head throbbing again, I was so tired.

"I'm going to die, Harriet," said Dumbledore. "Professor Snape is going to kill me."

I was dumbfounded.The wind swept through my brain leaving nothing behind.The open mouth opened me up, and I laughed as hard as Bellatrix had slain her foe, as Sirius retreated into the Veil.I laughed, I smirked, I squatted on the side of the road and laughed with my head in my arms.I laughed so hard at this absurd shit that it nearly broke my heart.I almost wished Dumbledore would join in, but the man who had planned my death and my own was standing there, silent as a goddamn statue.

"How could you do this to me?" I questioned, out of breath, "What is this? Am I some kind of sacrificial object you're looking for?"

"I made a mistake destroying the ring," said Dumbledore, as if he hadn't been interrupted, "under an ancient spell. Professor Snape bought me a year, and I probably still have Weeks."

"So you're not worried about Malfoy's mission at all." I stared at him for a while, catching up with the topic, "Why Snape? Why don't you just let Malfoy complete it?"

"The boy's soul hasn't been completely destroyed, and I don't want it to be torn apart for my sake," Dumbledore replied.

"Oh," I don't know what else to say, "oh, well. That's so sweet."

"I suggest you get back to the castle as soon as possible, the Quidditch final is about to begin. Your team needs you," said Dumbledore calmly.

The matter which had occupied all my thoughts for the past fortnight was now so distant that it seemed to belong to another world.

"Would that make you feel better? Thinking I played my last ball game before I died?" I asked.

"I've always wanted you all to live well," said Dumbledore, "every one of you."

The sun rose, and the orange light lengthened the shadows of all things, illuminating Dumbledore's silver beard and eyebrows, and revealing the deep lines on his face.

"Okay," I said as I walked around him, "you die, and I die. You win, you and your justice. Thank God, at least I won't be on your Chocolate Frog card."

Maybe I was more emotional than angry, but the words seemed to hurt him more than anything else.When I looked back for the last time, I saw Dumbledore still standing on the side of the road, his head bowed, his tall figure a little stooped.

I turned the corner and saw that the doors of the shops were already wide open. Old people who got up early for a walk and housewives carrying baskets were passing by on the road. A girl opened the doors and was watering the flowers on the window sill. The sunlight reflected by the water droplets fell on her face. Scattered like broken gold.Hogsmeade had to wake up.

I took a deep breath of air mixed with the sweet smell of toast, and headed towards the castle.

I am running, stepping out with my left leg and following with my right leg, through the noisy crowd, through light and shadow, through the life of dawn and the silence of night.

The gates of the castle were wide open, and I leaped over the high threshold, catching up with groups of classmates wearing rosettes and hats, waving flags and scarves, across the field, and into the golden crowd gathered around the locker room. In the red team.

"Harry!"

"team leader!"

"Why did you come?"

"Where have you been?"

"Drink this and go get changed, Harry!" Hermione raised her voice over the chatter of the team members and the cheers outside, and stuffed the team robe and a bottle into my hand, "Fire... At Ron's!"

"We thought you weren't coming, but we were scared." Ron grinned, shaking the two brooms in his hand at me.

I nodded gratefully, drank the potion in one gulp, and rushed into the locker room.When I came out, the cheers had already resounded through the sky, and the game was about to start.I took the gun from Ron, took out my glasses and put them on, seeing the seriousness on the faces of the team members.Dean, who was also wearing a team uniform, smiled at me. Obviously, they had already prepared for Ginny to replace me as the Seeker and Dean to replace Ginny as the Chaser before I came.I nodded at him and looked at each team member one by one.My team, tense but determined and confident, is united.

"Okay girls and lads," I said, using former captain Wood's favorite opening line, "It's about time."