Harriet Potter

All classes are suspended and all exams postponed.Over the next two days, some students were hastily picked up from Hogwarts by their parents - the morning after Dumbledore's death, Sister Parvati left without breakfast, Zacharias ·Smith also left the castle with his cocky father.Seamus Finnigan flatly refused to go home with his mother, and they had a loud quarrel in the hall until his mother allowed him to stay for the funeral, and the quarrel ended.Seamus later told Ron that his mother had trouble finding a bed in Hogsmeade because so many wizards and wizards had flocked to the village to say their final goodbyes to Dumbledore.Maxim, the headmistress of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, arrived in Hogsmeade in a huge carriage, and the delegation from the Ministry of Magic—including the Minister himself—was arranged to live in the castle.I've taken great pains to avoid meeting any of them, but I'm sure they'll question me sooner or later about Dumbledore's last departure from Hogwarts.

I don't actually meet anyone these days, and the day after the incident I snuck up to the top of the tower to retrieve the Cloak, and have been wandering the castle's empty classrooms with it and the Marauder's Map since then.Sometimes I bring a pen and parchment, and randomly list the known information and various possibilities, and sometimes I just look at the lush turquoise on the field in a daze.I only meet with you when I have an appointment to visit the school hospital. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and Luna always stay together all day during this time. A reminder of how unreasonably and quickly tragedy can happen to all.After reading the contents of the note, Hermione spent a lot of time looking for the identity of RAB in various newspapers and modern historical materials, while others repeatedly discussed what Snape did, and unearthed various "should have discovered" Signs of something wrong with Snape.

Alvin visited Bill twice a day, and he apologized over and over again, even though no one thought it was his fault.More often he was with Griffin's group of Hufflepuff friends, and we only exchanged some silent hugs or kisses when we ran into each other in the school hospital occasionally, which seemed like a kind of affirmation of pain and existence.I think he must have sensed the things I had to say and the things I put off saying, that I couldn't comfort others, that I wasn't the type to smile with my eyes.

Dumbledore's funeral took place on the brightest summer day, and he became the first Headmaster ever to be buried at Hogwarts.I think this will be the first and last time I'll see so many wizards and wizards together: first years and octogenarians, rich and shabby, mourners and ulterior motives... Forbidden The horsemen in the forest shot arrows to mourn, and the mermaids in the black lake sang dirges.As the little old man his own age gave his mournful eulogy, I was thinking about how many things Dumbledore never told me.He went deep into the Forbidden Forest to free Umbridge from being kidnapped by the centaurs, and communicated with the merfolk leader in Merfolk at the Triwizard Tournament, and I'll never know how he did it again.

But I still knew Albus Dumbledore, and all the words that came vaguely to the back row, "noble spirit" "scholarly maturity" "great mind" were too far from the Dumbledore I knew ,Meaningless.I remember the content of his speech at the opening banquet of my first grade, "stupid, scum, sneeze, twist", I remember his anger when someone threatened the lives of students, and I remember him standing in the middle of the faculty bench and embracing the entire auditorium with his arms outstretched.

Under the hot sun, I clearly saw those people standing in front of me one by one, my mother, father, my godfather, and finally Dumbledore.They were all determined to protect me, but now that it's over, no one will stand between me and Voldemort.I must forever abandon the illusion that I should have thrown away as early as one year old, no longer thinking that the arms of some elder will protect me from any harm, no one will wake me from nightmares, no one will low in the dark The sound comforted me, reassuring me that I was actually safe.I know Dumbledore has been doing everything he can to protect me, even though he knew it would end, and now my last and greatest protector is dead.

The little man finally finished speaking and returned to his seat.I waited for someone else to stand up and speak, like the Minister, but no one moved.

Suddenly, several people screamed.Blazing white flames shot out from around Dumbledore's body and the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all sorts of strange shapes: for a moment I seemed to see a phoenix soaring joyfully into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and there appeared a white marble tomb, It contained Dumbledore's body and the table where the body was placed.

I turned to look at Ginny, Ron and Hermione.Ron's face was scrunched up as if the sun was blinding his eyes, and Hermione's face was glistening with tears, but Ginny had stopped crying and was staring at the white grave.At this time, the voices around were getting louder and people stood up one after another. I saw Alvin's blond hair shining in the sun not far away. He turned to face me. Griffin said something with a smile and patted his shoulder.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I take Alvin's extended hand and it feels like a hand is grabbing my throat at the same time.I took a deep breath as we walked around the lake with our backs to the crowd and Dumbledore's grave.

"Alvin—"

"Listen to me, Harry." Alvin stopped and squeezed my hand tightly, "I'm leaving soon. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​evacuating Muggle-borns and their families. I've told Bill and Kingsley has made an agreement that I will not board the Hogwarts Express in an hour, and go directly to France from the Hogsmeade Floo. My parents are already waiting in the village."

The words and sentences I thought of evaporated from my mind suddenly, I broke away from his hand and faced him face to face.

"Are you...leaving?" I blurted out, unnecessarily accusatory, and I couldn't help it.

"What you're trying to say is that I'm going to run away. I am." Alvin looked at me, "I saw that werewolf the other night Bill... I was stunned, I tried to stop him but I couldn't move, just stupid Standing there until Tonks beats the werewolf away. Every time I close my eyes these days it's all about that image, I can't..."

Alvin choked and I grabbed his arm, "It wasn't your fault. It was pretty scary enough to scare anyone, nothing to be ashamed of."

"I'm a coward!" said Alvin passionately. "Bill got hurt trying to save me, and the girl I love is about to go to war, but I just want to get away from it all. I was never a fighter, Harriet... I'm not brave enough. I can't imagine how you guys can keep fighting after what you've seen."

"I don't know either." I whispered.

"I'm sorry, Harriet."

"You don't need to apologize to me, you don't need to apologize to anyone. It's your choice." I closed my eyes, "Remember what we talked about that afternoon? This is why I fight, I want everyone To be able to choose, rather than to be drawn into the fray. I fight because I want the reason I have to fight to disappear, and only then, or I die, will I stop."

"You're not going to die," Alvin said, grabbing my shoulders. "You're not going to die, Harriet. You're going to lead everyone to end this, end this war, and..."

"Then?" I felt my smile was weird and distorted.

"Then," Alvin's lips trembled, "you'll meet someone who is good enough to love you, someone who can stand by your side... the one you really want."

"Alvin—"

"I love you, Harriet. I will always love you." Alvin ran his hands through my hair and stroked my cheek. "I know I'm not good enough for you to love me too, but I've always loved you." Hope... I've been carrying that piece of gold from DA because that's what I'm most connected to you." He looked at me the way he always did, "No, listen to me, Harriet. I love you because You're a fighter, you're always ready for the next war, you're going to go and I... I can't pretend it's going to be over anytime soon."

I grab his hand. "You're never good enough, Alvin. You deserve better...a whole person."

"you are perfect."

I laughed and pressed against his forehead, "I'm still so good at talking."

Alvin kissed my forehead for the last time, and walked back along the way he came. I looked at his back, and Hermione walked past him and walked quickly in front of me.She wiped away tears, trying not to sob.

"You...?" She choked up and asked, then found the answer on my face, and she didn't look surprised. "Oh, me and Ron too. Just now."

"What?" I thought I wouldn't be surprised by anything anymore, "Why?"

"We're going with you."

"what?"

"Wherever you go," said Hermione, "destroying the Horcruxes, defeating Voldemort... we have to go all out for that, we... we can't spend our energies elsewhere."

"Then you don't have to—"

"We have!" said Hermione emphatically, tears starting to flow down her cheeks again, "We've spent too much time together these past few months, and we haven't done anything to help you, you've been alone Man against everything...you don't even trust us anymore."

"I never didn't—"

"You don't tell us anything anymore, you keep avoiding us, it makes you uncomfortable being with us—"

"That's not it!" I said in disbelief, "I just didn't want to bother you! How could you think I—"

"Why do you think you're going to bother us? The three of us are always together!"

"Listen, Hermione, I don't want you to—"

"You told us once," said Hermione firmly, "that if we wanted to back off we'd have time to think about it. We've had time to think about it, haven't we?"

"You don't understand!" I yelled, turning my back on her, pressing my sore eyes.

"Then explain it to us," said Hermione softly. "Tell us what to do, what you have to do, what you need us to do."

"You can't..." I bit my lips hard, "You can't..."

"Not now, Harry." Hermione let out a broken sob at last. "Please."

I took my hand away and Hermione looked vulnerable, more vulnerable than ever, but as unshakable as ever.We hugged in silence, Hermione buried her face in my shoulder, and I looked over her to see Ron walking in this direction, his eyes red, trying to smile at me.

"I saw that Scrimgeour seemed to want to throw Hermione out." He said in an overly brisk tone, and gestured to the ministers not far away. Scrimgeour was pacing impatiently, looking at here.

"He was there when I said goodbye to Alvin just now, at least he was polite this time." Sensing Hermione's stiffness, I patted her on the back reassuringly, and Ron's eyes flashed quickly I scanned it with my hand.

"What farewell?" he insisted.

"Alvin is leaving, going to France. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​evacuating Muggle-borns," I said, feeling Hermione wrap her arms around me and straighten up.

Ron seemed to have a violent mental struggle, and shouted at Hermione and me, "Look, I'm going to beat him up!"

Hermione glared at him, it felt so familiar, I felt a smile forming on my face, "You probably won't make it, he's probably flooing away by now."

"I can book," said Ron seriously.

"Scrimgeour is here," said Hermione, her voice still a little hoarse.

Ron and I both looked in that direction, and sure enough, Scrimgeour was limping around the shore on crutches and approaching quickly, with two Aurors at his side. "Well, I think you'd better get out of the way before they draw their wands. I bet they could easily describe the whole thing as students attacking the Minister for Magic for no reason and getting subdued."

"Because we're Dumbledore's Army?" said Ron, and all three of us froze, realizing where we'd just come from.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other for a second, and Hermione stood beside him.

"We're here for you no matter what. You know that?" Ron asked.

I couldn't speak, so I just nodded.They walked away side by side, almost holding hands, but I knew they weren't.

Scrimgeour had already walked in front of me, casting his shadow on me. His face was stern, his body was majestic, and he had experienced many battles.I looked up into his eyes and smiled.

(End of the first part)

☆, Half-Blood Prince Part Ending Instructions

So far, the Half-Blood Prince has been completed, with a total of more than 13 words. In the three months since Chapter 1 was uploaded, I have spent an average of more than five hours writing every day.Because this article adopts a writing method with a strong sense of substitution, which is quite labor-intensive and affects the psychological state, so I will stop for a while before starting to write the Deathly Hallows part, and write other things to adjust my mood.Apologies in advance to readers who have been looking forward to the next article.

Some people may feel disappointed. Generally speaking, there is no major reversal in the plot. After so much tossing, Dumbledore still died like this. The ending seems to be not much different from the original.I always feel that many plot developments in the original book are inevitable. The remorse for his family drove Dumbledore to put on the ring inadvertently. He spent a whole year planning his own death. All accidents must be counted. , I don't think I have the ability to change it.

One of the most controversial changes is that Snape disclosed in advance that Voldemort's soul fragment was stored in Harry. I am actually quite sorry for this handling.I am not very cold about love until death. For me, one of the most respectable things that Snape did in the original book is that he pushed Harry to die. Voldemort will not be truly destroyed unless Voldemort is completely wiped out. In the end, after so many years, Snape finally understood what Lily, Dumbledore, and Harry were all pursuing together, and put it above his personal life and emotions—including his love for Lily.But I changed this point in this article. He chose to disclose it to Harry in advance against Dumbledore's instructions, which almost caused her to escape.I can tell you straight away that this change has nothing to do with any complicated conspiracy, it's just that Snape wanted to give Lily's daughter, the child he had been protecting, a chance.The teaching method of Occlumency determines that its influence will not be one-sided. It is also mentioned in the article that Snape is the person who knows Harry best at the moment. He went deep into Harry's mind, not only saw her brave and selfless On the one hand, he also saw her fear and desire to live, and he saw in Harry's dark thoughts when he faced Malfoy how much she wanted to live.Dumbledore has set up the situation well, and Harry can of course hope to destroy the Horcruxes and win the war without distractions, but at the same time, Dumbledore also guarantees that when the time is right, Harry will have no choice but to sacrifice himself, just like as written in the original.Because he knew what kind of person Harry was, and Harry wouldn't have chosen another path in that situation.Snape was very angry when he learned of Dumbledore's plan at the beginning. He revealed this news to a certain extent because he was impulsive. He revealed the truth before the time came and gave Harry a chance to choose to survive. And indeed almost did.Heroes are always sacrificing, but I've never taken that sacrifice for granted, whether it's self or someone else.There is nothing wrong with letting more people live, but life is not something that can be measured entirely in quantity, and no one should die for others.The life of an innocent child and the risks faced by the wizarding community at large would not be entirely moral and human.What I admire most about Dumbledore is that he can make tough decisions, and at the same time he really cares about the lives that will depend on his decisions.

One of my favorite fan stories has a conversation between Harry and Dumbledore about the Patronus, and one of the lines goes like this: "You taught me how to have enough faith to summon it in any situation." The Dumbledore I imagined meant the most to Harry, and it was also the reason why he could use his own death to keep Harry.

There is a very interesting point. I don’t know if you have noticed the character who played the biggest role in the plot of this article. He sent Harry to the kitchen and caused her to discover the secret of the Room of Requirement, which caused Ron’s poisoning incident to push Ron to the kitchen. He's feelings warmed up, and the differences in the three views between Harry and Alvin were reflected, and so on.That's right, he is the cannon fodder boy who made Harry so prestige in the trials——Leon Griffin.When I made this character, I didn't think about letting him occupy such an important position. As a result, he has almost no other roles in the text except to promote the development of the plot. Maybe I should add a chicken leg to him.

In short, I would like to thank the readers who have supported this article all the time, and hope that Harry will still have your eyes on the road ahead.

Finally, I would like to say:

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