Harriet Potter

I manifested in about a foot of snow, made sure my ears were closed and the spell covered a few dozen feet around me, and then cleared a clearing large enough for a tent.

"Forest of Dean," I said, pulling out the tent poles from the donkey skin bag, and my words formed a white mist in the cold evening air, "I stayed here with Ron and Hermione for a while in August, It looked so different back then. I couldn't think of any more places to camp, and now that it's been four months, I don't think it would be a big problem to live here again. Established!"

The tent was erected, and I was somewhat satisfied to see that it fit right into the area I had cleared.

"The snow is very thick, I have to be careful not to let the tent get too warm, or there will be snow pouring in at night." I got into the tent, put down my backpack, and moved my sore shoulders. "The good news is that if there are people around here, it's not easy for them to hide their tracks. Of course it's unlikely, unless they want to freeze themselves. Haha."

Although I was exhausted, I moved into the kitchen to boil water to make tea, baked a few slices of quick-frozen waffles, carried them to the chair by the bed, and then fell on the bed, feeling like I hadn’t been here for hours. Will remember.

"Christmas vacation has already begun, and I only remembered when I looked at the Marauder's Map and found that there were very few people in the school. I think it's about time to find the Horcrux hidden in the school." I stretched out my hand to the side, Tore off a waffle, threw it into my mouth while laying on my back, and felt comically like a fish too tired to be caught. "Maybe Christmas Eve? I don't know if Hogwarts will let all the stayers gather in the Great Hall to enjoy the Christmas dinner now, but think about it, Snape asked the Carlo brothers and sisters to play firecrackers for everyone."

I went on to talk about my plan, which was too rough to be called a plan: to go to Hogsmeade and find a way to get into the castle from the village.I could Apparate to the Hog's Head after curfew, or drink Polyjuice Potion and walk right in during the day, but the village must be constantly patrolled by Snatchers now, and it's not so easy to get away with it.Judging from the situation on the Marauder's map, it is known that all the secret passages in and out of the castle have been discovered, and people go to patrol from time to time, and there may be a screaming spell or something in it. I don't want to verify this personally.The safest bet was the one behind the portrait on the fireplace in the Hog's Head pub, but both Malfoy and Snape knew they could get in and out of the castle from the Room of Requirement, and the bets were that neither of them would reveal that way to the Death Eaters. At this point, it doesn't seem like a good idea.Dumbledore had pressed me for details about the Room of Requirement, and if he thought Voldemort was hiding Horcruxes there, he might have asked Snape to keep the information a secret.But who knows?In order for Snape to gain all of Voldemort's trust, he even let him kill himself. Compared with the intelligence of the Room of Requirement, it seems insignificant.

Muggles might call this a withdrawal reaction.Within a few hours of dropping the rock I was on the verge of picking it up and spinning it no less than ten times, and the longing became more unbearable as night fell again, but at last I found a way to counter it: a moment Talking non-stop, like they're still around.Over the past few days I had gotten used to filling the void with my own voice, and being alone became less scary, but it made me miss Ron and Hermione all the more.Then I found myself muttering to myself that if Hermione was here we must have had a dozen alternatives, and I'm sure my feet wouldn't be numb by now.I've never been able to control those flames as precisely as she can, she can scoop them into bottles for us to carry around, the best I can do is light a fireplace or set up a fire ring - and then have to pack snow the next morning The water soaked the carpet.To make matters worse, the snow would melt into a big circle around the tent, the equivalent of yelling for someone to find me.

A discordant sound came, I stopped talking to myself and listened carefully.Every movement in the silent forest was magnified, I heard the snow powder on the branches falling into the snow, the sound of harmless running and creeping of small animals, and - shouting, very vague, as if someone was walking Call my name from afar.

The sound was intermittent, and I could hardly be sure whether I really heard it, so I wondered for a while whether it might be an illusion brought about by being alone for a long time. Thinking about it, this seriousness is a bit sad.The conclusion is that there is no precedent for the time being, and while I really don't have full confidence in my mental state, what I thought was a hallucination last time was actually conjured by Dumbledore's stone-well, whatever it is.

Wait, did I actually summon the dead with a stone?While thinking this my hand was already reaching for the donkey skin bag, and I knocked it off with the other hand, not giving myself the opportunity to obey the temptation to use it.You are normal, Harriet, and you wouldn't be mad if the world were mad.But speaking of it, it seems quite difficult to link me with "normal".But anyway, even if it was all hallucinations, this one would certainly not be any crazier than the previous ones.

"At least the Death Eaters won't come to me calling my name, will they?" I muttered, and opened the tent door, some snow powder fell with my movement.

As soon as the snow stopped, a new layer had covered the open space around the tent again. The ground was slightly silvery under the moonlight, and the forest covered in silver looked mysterious and deep.It was terribly cold outside, I held my breath, and was about to look for the call I just heard, but a strange thing happened: a bright silver light appeared directly in front of me, it walked through the trees, and floated towards me without a sound .

I raised my wand and my voice froze in my throat.The silver light gradually became dazzling, and the bushes in front of me turned into black silhouettes. I squinted my eyes and saw that thing was still approaching...

Then the source of light floated out from behind an oak tree, a silvery white doe, bright as moonlight, treading gracefully on the ground, still soundless, leaving no hooves on the soft white snow.It came towards me, beautiful head held high, big eyes, long eyelashes.

Obviously, this is a Patronus.Now must be the time to really question my mental state, because I feel like I know who it belongs to, and I must be crazy if I'm right, and I don't think I'm going to be wrong.I know, and can bet my life where it came from, came to me.

We looked at each other for a long time, then it turned and left.

"No." I subconsciously said, "Come back!"

The doe continued to walk leisurely through the woods, and soon the stripes of thick black trunks were printed on its bright body.For a nervous second, I hesitated, and the alarm bell rang softly: it might be a ruse, a decoy.But an irresistible instinct told me it wasn't black magic, and I ran after it.

The snow crunched under my feet, and the doe made no sound through the woods, for it was only light.It led me deeper and deeper into the forest.I walked quickly, believing for no reason that when the time came the doe would stop and let me approach her and say what I needed to know.

Finally the doe stopped and turned its head towards me again.I rushed over, countless questions burning in my chest, but just as I opened my mouth to ask, it disappeared.Before its existence meant safety, but now—

"Lumos!" I whispered, still in disbelief that the Patronus would lead me into a trap.

Immediately, I realized someone had done the same a few steps away, pointing the still glowing wand tip in that direction, and froze.

Ron and Hermione stood opposite me, dumbfounded as I was.

No one spoke, and after a while, Ron's hand on his wand relaxed a little. "Okay, bastard—"

With a flash of brown hair, Hermione dropped her wand in a movement that had nothing to do with prudence or tact, rushed out, and shoved me on the shoulder so hard that she threw herself into the snow.On the other hand, I was almost completely knocked into the air by this blow without any precautions, and even gliding for a long distance after landing.When I wiped off the crystal powder all over my face and looked up, Hermione had already kicked the snow and staggered towards me surprisingly quickly, the only light source between us was me half buried in the snow The magic wand illuminates her face almost hideously from bottom to top.I lifted my wand arm and it was much better now.

Hermione stopped at my feet and waved her clenched hand as if to pull me up or push me back into the snow to smother me.To say that she looked a little overwhelmed, like she wasn't even thinking about the next step after knocking me over, was pretty ridiculous on her.

"How dare you—" she began a few seconds later, paused, and started all over again, "you showed up, huh? Noble, selfless, brave 'saviour,'" she said viciously as she uttered the word. The tone made me flinch, "What about your great ambition of turning the tide and saving everyone by yourself?"

I tried to defend myself, but Hermione grabbed a piece of parchment from her pocket and threw it at me. Even though I knew what it was, I shut up and unfolded it. The writing on it was messy and scrawled. The place is poked.But that's not the most embarrassing thing for me. What the hell did I do to think it was a good idea to write "I'm going to die" and cross it out with two horizontal lines?

"That's what you damn well, I don't know what the hell you're taking it for, fucking last words?" I never dreamed that Hermione's vocabulary could make a sentence like that, Mrs Weasley would say anything Half of them beat out the Burrow with brooms. "So this is how you will see us in the end, pampered, greedy for life and afraid of death, only thinking about how to climb into each other's bed—"

"—Hermione—" Ron interrupted awkwardly, but was ignored.

"And I'm a jealous woman, a suspicious mother who sniffs the air after best friends and boyfriends' butts all the time—"

"I won't--"

"Then what happened to you? You forgave us! You wanted us to be okay, safe and secure in the hideout the Order of the Phoenix provided, and get the fuck back together! That's all you did, because no one As selfless and great as you are, the wizarding world can only rely on one Harriet Potter, and the whole world is worthy only of your private sympathy gathering!" She snatched the paper from my hand and stepped into the snow , as if to replace my face with it or something, "Ron left his family who was fighting! I wiped the memory of my parents! I made everyone believe that I was the one between my best friend and my boyfriend The third party! Oh no, ex, boyfriend, me and the boy I've loved for years dumped each other to join your ridiculous travel plans!" I looked at Ron, who also looked at Hermione in horror, but at the same time When I looked at me, it immediately changed to "I'm scared of her too but you deserve it I won't help you", "But we are still not qualified! No matter what we do, we are not worthy to fight by your side, We only deserve to be left behind by you to concentrate on solving our own little problems—”

"I've never thought about it that way!" I decided to fight back, pulling myself up from the snowdrift, "I'll never allow anyone to think about you that way either! I just don't want to—"

"You don't want to!" Hermione's voice could only be heard by bats, "Why do you 'wish' us to do something? Why do you decide what we should do? You think only you can do something for the greater good." fighting for their own interests, and everyone else can only take care of their own warm nest?"

"The greater good?" The phrase caught my attention.

"We read it—it doesn't matter! I'm talking about you, you have no right to decide for us! Doesn't everything we do justify what we decide to do?"

"I didn't stop you from fighting." I said weakly.

"Ha, as if you could do it," Hermione sneered sharply. "Typical Harry Potter."

"Um, didn't mean to interrupt," said Ron, presumably finally feeling that I'd had enough punishment initially, "but don't we have to get out of here before Snape shows up? - Whoa, objective facts, Hermione."

"Snape?" I asked.

Hermione glared at me instead, took the wand from Ron, and grabbed my arm again.

"Are you camping?" she said viciously, staring over my shoulder at a pine tree behind me.

"Yes, in the woods." I pointed to the direction where the doe led me.

"Go there first."

Hermione's cheeks flushed as she commanded Ron to catch me too—as if I would run away—probably because she finally remembered all the intimate pronouns she had used to Ron tonight. In the latter, he was clearly trying to match Hermione's glare at me, but couldn't hold back half a smile, which earned him another glare.I couldn't help laughing, the smile dissipated when Hermione stuffed the paper back in her pocket, I didn't understand how I could be so blind, completely ignoring my friend's pain for so long.But when I Apparated with Hermione, an untimely exultation spread from where she held me - and even after I let them down like that, they came back to me.

The author has something to say: Oops, Hermione is freaking out (why am I so happy)!