Harriet Potter

"The main hall," said the hollow female voice, and the elevator stopped. Kingsley quietly pointed with his wand and said a few spells as he was moving the golden fence, and then walked with just enough briskness to keep the three of us from tripping over each other. We went out, and we huddled under the cloak of invisibility and followed closely behind them.

"Ah, Shacklebolt." Hermione stomped on my foot at the sound: the real Leah Scoresby came threateningly toward us, wearing what must have been a makeshift shoe— —He was actually taller than the pair we took off, his gelled hair was a little disheveled, and his expression was very displeased. "I thought the whole Auror Division would be in charge."

"Yaxley obviously didn't believe I was up to my task," Kingsley said coldly. "He decided to give me a holiday. The prisoner has probably been brought to the courtroom now. If you are interested, you can go and see Look. Excuse me."

He bypassed Scoresby, who was visibly growing more annoyed, and walked across the hall to the nearest fireplace as the others made way for him.The three of us followed, careful not to make a movement under their gaze or let our feet emerge from the edge of the cloak.

Just a few steps away from the fireplace, there was a loud noise from the direction of the elevator, and the group led by Dawlish took another elevator to the main hall, but was blocked by a golden fence that couldn't be opened.

"Catch them!" someone yelled. "Shut the exits!"

Scoresby immediately raised his wand and Kingsley knocked her unconscious, but the boulders had already started falling one by one into the fireplace.The members retreated one after another, and some drew out their wands in bewilderment.

"Come in!" Kingsley yelled, and there was another loud bang, and Dawlish and the others blasted the golden fence.

Ron pushed Hermione and I into a fireplace that wasn't fully sealed, and we spun for a few seconds, jetting out of the toilet bowl.Then there was a bang in the next room, and I jumped out of the room grabbing my wand, only to see Kingsley lying motionless on the floor, unresponsive to my shouts.

"They'll be after them in a minute, and we'll have to take him with them!" said Ron.

"That's right." Hermione pulled him into the cubicle, "Grab my hand, Harry... Ron, you grab Kingsley too... We're going to the last Quidditch World Cup Forest, are you ready?"

Ron and I nodded, and together we spun into the suffocating darkness.Then I felt the sunlight shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and took a hard breath, feeling as if my lungs were being compressed.I sat up to find us separated, but everyone else was within sight.Ron and Hermione looked fine, so I rushed to Kingsley, who was sprawled lifeless in the glade, teeth clenched and livid, mumbled as Ron and I tried to turn him over. Clearly □ □.

"Wonder what spell they hit him with." Hermione said anxiously, inspecting Kingsley's eyelids. "He needs treatment, but we can't send him to St. Mungo's..."

"Take him to the Hog's Head," I said. "Aberforth has medicine there, and he can help contact other members."

"We can't just Apparate there! There must be other people in the bar at the moment," said Ron.

"Not after curfew," I said. "Just apparating into the Hog's Head will not trigger the Screeching Charm. How many hours do you think Kingsley can last, Hermione?"

"I'm not sure... it should be fine, he seems to be in a stable condition." Hermione said, taking out a vial from her pouch, "This will make him last a little longer. Some spells should relieve the symptoms, But I dare not do more..."

Ron pried open Kingsley's mouth, Hermione put three drops into his mouth, and I held Kingsley's chin and the back of his neck to make sure he swallowed.Kingsley panted violently for a while, calmed down, and his complexion seemed to be a little better.

"We'll camp here first, and we'll go to Hogsmeade after dark," I said, putting the vial in my donkey's pouch, and they agreed.

Hermione pitched the tent, and while she was casting a slew of protective spells, Ron and I pulled a stretcher out of the tent and hauled Kingsley in, and we all started to get back to our old ways. appearance.When he was placed on the lower bunk, Kingsley shivered, opened his eyes slightly, moved his lips, but failed to make a sound.

"We're safe now, the three of us are all right," I said to him, "you'll be all right, we'll take you to the Hog's Head after dark." Kingsley's lips moved a little more, The effort to speak made him miserable, and I grabbed his hand, "We know about the curfew, we're going to Apparate straight into the bar. You'll be fine, we all will be."

"Hold on, Kingsley." Ron knelt down beside me, his voice a little hoarse.

Kingsley finally gave up trying to speak, and closed his eyes again. I hurriedly checked his breathing and heartbeat, and then sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief.Hermione entered the tent, carefully checked Kingsley's situation again, and then went to make tea.Neither Ron nor I wanted to move away from Kingsley, so Hermione put the tray on the floor and sat down with us on the edge of the bed.After drinking a cup of hot tea, I finally felt my beating heart calm down, and my hands no longer trembled.

"I've got the locket," I said after a moment of silence, pulling the chain from my robe.

"You got it?" Ron yelled, almost jumping up. "My God, you should at least mention it!"

"Okay, aren't we going to escape from the Death Eater's den?" Hermione gave him a warning look, and motioned to Kingsley, and Ron immediately fell silent.

I removed the locket and handed it to Hermione, who turned the locket over and over as Ron moved closer to her.

"Are you sure it's still a Horcrux?" He asked with luck, "Could someone have already destroyed it?"

"I suppose," said Hermione, "there will be marks on it if it's been magically damaged."

Ron took the Horcrux and held it tightly in his hand, "Did you feel it?"

"What?" I asked, but already kind of understood what he meant.

Ron handed the Horcrux back to me, and the faint pulsation returned to my hand, almost indistinguishable from my own pulsation, or the beating of a metal heart in the locket.I took another closer look, and the locket was the size of an egg, with an ornate S inlaid with many small emeralds, glinting dimly in the twilight from the canvas tent roof, and looked intact lossless.I thought of the big hole in the diary I pierced in second grade, and then suddenly realized what I was holding, and even though I had struggled to find it, I just wanted to throw it away.

"We might have to open it to destroy it," said Hermione.

"We can't do it now," I said, putting the locket back around my neck, "at least not until Kingsley is taken to safety. We can't risk him being possessed, and we can't let him Find out what we're doing."

"But what do we do?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, I can only try again at that time." I replied.

The whole day passed extremely slowly, and twice in the middle, Kingsley's body temperature suddenly rose, and his heartbeat became weak and rapid. We were ready to take the risk of moving immediately, but when the tent was about to be closed, he suddenly Calm down, apparently the Auror had been wrestling with the spell within him.The three of us took turns as guards, and most of the time one of us would hold Kingsley's hand and talk to him, and sometimes he would reply with a mumble or two.During her free time, Hermione nestled at the foot of the bed and read the fairy tale book Dumbledore gave her countless times, while Ron rattled the extinguisher, making the tent flickering.Usually this kind of behavior would lead to protests, but now no one cares about it.At dusk Hermione brought back some wild mushrooms from the nearby woods and cooked them, we ate them in silence, and then I went out to stand the last watch.

The surrounding silence was broken by a strange rustling sound and the sound of a twig snapping. Reason told me that it was not caused by humans, but I still held my wand tightly and stood by.I ate those rubbery mushrooms that were not enough to satisfy my hunger. My stomach was already uncomfortable, and now it was burning because of nervousness.

I knew getting a Horcrux would not cheer me up, yet looking at the vast darkness lit only by my wand, the terror I felt was not death at the end of the road, but the invisibility s future.The three of us have been sprinting towards this goal with passion and hand in hand for the past few weeks, and now we have come to a sudden stop and there is no way to go.There are other Horcruxes that haven't been found, and I have no idea where they might be hidden, and the diagrams we've spent so long making no sense at all.I know we're going to return to that state again: boredom, confusion, frustration, anger, hands longing to be touched and then withdrawn, never-ending suspicion.

The Slytherin locket was pressed against my chest. It didn't absorb the body heat, and it was always as cold as if it had just been fished out of ice water. The little lifeless heart beat irregularly beside my heart.Both can't be alive, I thought, Ron and Hermione talking softly in the tent behind them, they could leave whenever they wanted, and I couldn't; The clock is ticking to count the time I have left—

Don't think so, I warned myself, not successfully.I know that's true, each Horcrux found starts a new round of countdown, and there are three more Horcruxes, when they are all found and destroyed, I have to die.So maybe the reason we can't find the horcruxes is just that I don't want to find them, Dumbledore has already revealed to me where the remaining horcruxes are and I'm blind to the clues, I don't want to die, after Dumbledore's funeral I thought I was ready But today's Ministry of Magic escape reminded me again how every inch of my skin, flesh and bone screamed to live, there were many people who saved my life, but this is what I have been able to survive to this day The only reason.

——Can I do it?I wonder how I have never asked myself this question before.Standing in front of Voldemort just for him to kill me?How can I welcome death without wrestling with it?I've brushed against death many times and wasn't afraid when I was, because I was always fighting for something bigger: my own life, saving the innocent, stopping evil plans...but this time there was nothing , I have no goals to focus on, I just... die, that's all.The defeat of Voldemort and peace in the wizarding world only meant something to me while I was alive, and I knew how to face death in order to survive, but never really thought about death itself.What is death like?Where did the dead go?Do the dead gaze into the world?What did the ghost go through before returning?

There was a sudden sharp pain in the scar, and for a moment I was enveloped in pure darkness, before the light of the wand came back into my sight.This was the closest I've come since Voldemort's thoughts started invading my mind again. I curled up among dead branches and leaves, panting, sweating, shivering, and my scars still throbbing with the beat of the Horcrux.Perhaps the Horcrux has sensed the fragments of the same soul in my body, and is eating away at my spirit and mind in response.

"Harry?" Hermione's voice startled me. "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing." I stroked my hair. "The scar hurts a little, it's okay. I didn't go to see it. What happened?"

"It's almost nine o'clock, and we're wondering if it's time to act," said Hermione, watching me carefully.

I looked around and saw that it was completely dark, so I got up and walked with her to the tent. "I'll go first. If there's nothing wrong, I'll use the Patronus to send you a letter. If there's no news from me within 10 minutes—"

"Don't even think about it!" Ron shouted from the tent door. "Let's do it together!"

"We can't risk the safety of Kingsley," I said. "I'm most familiar with the Hog's Head—"

"You are now the 'Number One Unscrupulous Person' and have a reward of [-] Galleons!" Hermione retorted, "It should be me—"

"—Even if I want to go, it should be me—"

The arguing was making my head hurt more and more, and finally I snarled and ordered them to be quiet, and just Apparated.It looked like the curfew was in effect and the bar was empty.I knocked over a chair when I showed up, and Aberforth came rushing out of the back room, yelling at me that there might be Death Eaters or something.I ignored it and tried to summon the Patronus, but failed.I cleared my mind and tried a few more times, still no response, the desire to destroy came back again, I had to ask Aberforth to inform Ron and Hermione, and I sat aside to calm down.

Aberforth had been skeptical to check on me, but Kingsley's condition suddenly deteriorated as soon as we arrived at the bar, and none of the three of them had time to attend.During this period, Ron may have called me several times, but I still sat where I was until they carried Kingsley into the room. I got up and rushed to the counter, took out a roll of parchment, tore off a piece, and grabbed the paper next to the ledger. The quill begins to write.

I'm dying - can't write this...yes, I went by myself...don't worry about me...I hope Ron and Hermione go somewhere safe...the Order of the Phoenix keeps them safe...reunite...

"Harry! What are you doing?"

The quill and parchment slid to the floor, and I screamed at Hermione, "Stop!"

Hermione immediately froze in place, throwing her hands up, "Listen, Harry, no matter what happens, we're going to—"

"It's okay, Hermione." I heard my voice become weird and calm again, "It's okay, you'll be fine."

Before spinning into the darkness, I saw Hermione lunging towards me.

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