Harriet Potter

As if cutting the rope from which the weight was suspended, it fell between us, prompting a sudden silence.

I said hesitantly, "Why do you...?"

"You really should learn how to hide your real purpose. Breaking into the Ministry of Magic to take away a stupid book and Moody's magic eye is not what the most sentimental guy would do," said Aberforth." They spent more than a month trying to figure out what was so strange about that eye, and went through everything that was in the office at the time—"

"—and found out that the locket was a replica," I continued, sharing a horrified look with Hermione and Ron. "So, word has spread?"

"The investigation is still going on in secret," Aberforth said. "Leah managed to suppress the news and inform the Order of the Phoenix, and now both sides are investigating what the locket is."

I was taken aback. "What? She's from the Order of the Phoenix?"

"But we were found out because of her tipping!" said Ron.

"The agency usually greets her when she needs to be stunned, so she assumes that you are enemies and discovers her identity, and plans to transfer her to another place for interrogation later." Aberforth's tone was flat, but I still Heard gloating at our reaction. "She didn't know who was affected, so she broke free and ran to the ministry as soon as possible, and notified Umbridge and the Auror office at the same time, trying to make things big and warn other members of the Order of the Phoenix."

"Then she found out that Kingsley was helping us escape," whispered Hermione.

"She cast a spell on the nearest fireplace to keep it from closing, and Kingsley knocked her out to hide her identity," said Aberforth. "You did her a favor. The Ministry was completely dismantled after that." After all, if she is really an insider, there is no need to find someone to pretend to be her to mix in, and even knocked her out twice in a row, and put her in St. Mungo's for a day."

I gaped, Hermione covered her mouth, and Ron scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Why didn't Kingsley tell us?" Ron muttered.

"There's a reason Albus is partial to certain people," said Aberforth dryly. "The guy's mouth is as tight as a seamless brick wall."

"Did they report this to You-Know-Who?" I asked.

"You-Know-Who doesn't personally intervene in every petty theft under his rule." Aberforth gave me a sharp look, "The wire reports that he has been out of the country for a long time, and just let his minions create an atmosphere of terror. "

"Oh, then... well," I said hesitantly, "I'm afraid we can't tell you what's in the locket, Aberforth. It's part of... your brother's mission, and we can't tell anyone other people."

Aberforth snorted. "All the rats in the club know that you have a secret mission."

But he dropped the subject afterwards, and didn't seem to want to bring up Dumbledore or the Resurrection Stone again.The rest of the time he was exceptionally talkative, telling us quite a bit about the current state of the Order of the Phoenix, obviously by choice, because almost everything he mentioned made us smile - Dumbledore's Army members on campus Action, Lupine returned to Tonks, the radio that George and Fred had started... It was downright friendly by Aberforth's standards, but I'm just grateful for it at the moment.I've been cut off from the outside world for so long that I've almost forgotten that other people are still fighting Voldemort.Later, he also told about Ariana's past, which may have caused me a lot of emotions and questions, but I was too sleepy to give any response.

I awoke the next morning with the fire still warm in the fireplace, stretched and felt my muscles rattle in protest of the hours spent curled up in the armchair.Ron was sprawled asleep in his armchair, snoring lightly; Hermione was sprawled on the little table.The door to the room I had been in the last time I was injured was ajar, and I thought it was Aberforth's bedroom, either up or asleep.I woke up Ron and Hermione, took out the glasses and tapped them twice, and after a while Aberforth came upstairs with a tray of sandwiches, and was as grumpy as ever when he urged us to leave, I wanted to say thank you Can't get in the conversation.We ate breakfast as fast as we could and resumed our disguise, Ron going first, followed by Hermione and me fifteen minutes later.

When we left the village, we were not stopped much. After camping in a wood in the south, I sent Aberforth a message, and then the three of us sat down at a small table in the tent, more or less because of the previous smooth movement. A little dazed.

Now that Voldemort could learn at any moment that we are looking for a Horcrux, we don't have time to slowly gather information about the remaining Horcruxes to determine its whereabouts, and the only place we can be sure is Gringotts.Hermione again vetoed my offer to explore Voldemort's mind, but reluctantly agreed to keep it as a last resort, and if we didn't find a Horcrux in Gringotts - and came out alive, of course - she would allow me to try .

Then we debated for a while whether we should live at 12 Grimmauld Place during the scouting period.If there is no accident, there is no one else in Black's old house now. Kingsley left there after he recovered. The Order of the Phoenix also seems to think that it is too risky to stay for a long time when everyone who knows this place is a secret keeper.Just when we agreed to go and have a look first, the idea popped up so quickly that I had no time to stop it.

"Before we go, I think we should exchange what we're going to stay," I said.

Ron looked at me inexplicably, but it only took a few seconds for Hermione to figure it out, and she must have thought about it too, probably as long as I did.

"You mean wills," she said, and I nodded.

"What—" said Ron disgustedly, "why did you all suddenly decide to assume we were going to die?"

"We've been risking our lives, Ron," Hermione reminded him, "and we're about to embark on another high-risk operation. Just in case it's... necessary."

"but--"

"Not only that, but it's for all that we've been through. All that we've been through." I said, "We all have things we wish we could accomplish, and if I... can't do it, I can't think of a better place to entrust it to you than the two of you." people. You are the same, aren't you?"

Ron was still frowning, but nodded.Then we fell into a moment of helpless silence, not knowing where to start.

"I'll go first." Hermione said the whole paragraph in one breath, brushing her hair behind her ears, "If something happens to me, I want someone to watch over my parents, make sure they're safe and happy, and don't think of me. "

Then she let out a long breath and bit her lower lip, and Ron moved uneasily.

"I'm, uh, pretty much the same, but I think my brother and Ginny are going to make it work so..." He shook his head, "Anyway, my parents, and I hope to be buried in the family cemetery The Weasleys are all buried there, it will be very lively, I... I am more used to staying in such a place. And..." He hesitated, glanced at Hermione, and took a deep breath, " I hope that the people I love—the people who love me can live a good life and find what they love...happy."

Hermione blinked, and she held out her hand to Ron, who took it without hesitation.They stared at each other for a moment, and Hermione said "me too", then let go, and they both turned to me.

I knew it was going to be hard from the start, but Ron and Hermione made it even harder.

"I..." I tried to clear the thoughts that were entrenched in my head, making myself sound completely rational and formulaic, "First of all, if the work of destroying the Horcruxes is not completed when I die, I need you to make sure that three people know about it matter, carry it on. I trust your judgement."

Ron and Hermione also broke away from their emotions and nodded.

"Secondly, I want you to make sure that no one else knows about the Horcruxes other than by necessity, for reasons other than the destruction of them. What we are doing now can never make it into newspapers or books. But you can put information about Horcruxes in Give it to the Order of the Phoenix for safekeeping, in case there will be another evil person who makes Horcruxes in the future."

"And about the Deathly Hallows, again, as few people know the better. But I want you to pass on the Invisibility Cloak—"

"—Harry—"

"—to your children, or to whomever is appropriate. As my family has done before."

After a pause, I clenched my hands, the planned part is only here, and I have been thinking about them for a while.And then it's a whole new area, and I'm trying to scratch the surface, and I want to say something about it.

my last wish.my wish.

"I hope you -- all of you, are doing well."

I can't describe it in more detail.

We fell silent again, and Hermione eyed me carefully, as if she had discovered something that frightened her.

"No offense, buddy," said Ron suddenly, "but I think you're missing something."

"what?"

"Your property." He shrugged. "Have you forgotten? You're pretty much the richest man in the club."

I was stunned.

"The only remaining relatives you have now are the Dursleys," he said matter-of-factly, "if you don't plan to give the property to anyone else . . . "

Before I could figure out how uncomfortable this had been, Hermione slapped her palm on the table, as if she had an exam in a few minutes but realized she had skipped a chapter.

"It's not that simple." She said, "Now is an extraordinary period. Harry's uncle and aunt are protected by the Order of the Phoenix. They are Muggles and they have no record in the Ministry of Magic. That is to say, when they can't find an heir Under the circumstances, according to the law, Harry's property may be transferred to the Ministry of Magic as an uninherited estate—"

"—Ministry of Magic under You-Know-Who?" said Ron loudly.

"Yes, that includes 12 Grimmauld Place, the Invisibility Cloak and the Gryffindor sword that Dumbledore left her. The worst is yet to come," Hermione said grimly, "12 Grimmauld Place Antiquities belonging to the Black family for generations, also under the law, if Harry has no other heirs, other descendants of the Black family can claim their own title to the house and its appurtenances - including Kreacher."

"Bellatrix Lestrange," I whispered.

Hermione nodded, "There are also Narcissa Malfoy and Andromeda Tonks. Given that Mrs. Tonks has been removed from the family tree, the chances of her winning ownership are slim. The house has basically been evacuated, But Kreacher knows the full list of the core members of the Order of the Phoenix, and if that happens - his new master can quite legally order him to speak out, and he can't refuse."

I opened my mouth, only to feel the absurdity hit my face through the void.

"Can't I just leave it to the Order?" I asked. "I've told Dumbledore before that I'm giving 12 Grimmauld Place to the Order."

"You just lent it to the Order of the Phoenix, and the house is still yours." Hermione explained, "The Order of the Phoenix cannot legally be used as a gift-it is an illegal organization that has not registered, so Dumbledore suggests that you Let Kreacher go to work in the kitchen, because he won't obey the order of the Order of the Phoenix. Originally, your words could be interpreted as handing over the property to Dumbledore, but now it obviously doesn't work."

"What about Hogwarts?"

"That's fine, but the legal representative of Hogwarts is the headmaster, that is, Snape. From the perspective of a third party, under the current circumstances, it is... ...very doubtful."

"God, Harry, you mustn't die," said Ron in horror.

I was about a word away from banging my head on the table, "So what do I do?"

"Actually," said Hermione, "I think you should leave them to Ron."

"What?" Ron almost jumped up.

"The Weasley family has the protection of pure-blood status and enough relatives, so it is unlikely that there will be no heir." Hermione continued, "And the Weasley family as a whole is biased towards the Order of the Phoenix, and rarely has any relationship with Death Eater." It is unlikely that your property will fall into their hands if you intermarry with the gangster's family."

"That sounds good." I sighed in relief and nodded.

"Hey, is anyone going to ask me for my opinion?" Ron protested, "Excuse me, I never wanted a big windfall for this!"

"It's for the Order of the Phoenix, Ron," I said.

"My whole family is in the Order of the Phoenix!"

"Or you can gift the property to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I think that might be better." Hermione said again.

The suggestion shut Ron up, and he asked after a moment, "But if, I mean if, my parents did inherit from Harry, wouldn't it put them in danger?"

"The situation is unlikely to be worse than it is now, because you and your family's friendship with Harry is completely public." Hermione said apologetically, "That would be a very good reason to leave the property to them. No one is going to be caught more by the Ministry of Magic."

"Well," muttered Ron, "how about trying to stay alive, Harry?"

"Do I have to write a suicide note?" I asked Hermione.

She nodded, "Bequests cannot take effect without written proof."

"Well, that can wait until we get to 12 Grimmauld Place," I said, stretching. "I think I can stay alive until then."

The author has something to say: After half a year of deliberation for the spirit of sacrifice, Harry finally encountered the heavy punch of reality, which is gratifying (no).