HP+ first love is no small matter

"What did you do, Harry Potter," Snape said, staring closely at Regulus, "Harry Potter, tell me what the hell did you do?"

"He killed my sister," Regulus smiled, but the smile was terrifying, and he repeated, "Professor, he killed my sister."

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"Run," said Snape, "Harry Potter, go to Dumbledore."

"You want to stop me," Regulus still smiled, "Snape, you want to stop me."

"Then what do you think I should do? Tell you this will pass?"

"You and I both know that this matter will never pass," Regulus said, "I have no choice but to kill her with my own hands. Killing the person you love with my own hands is definitely not a pleasant thing. Will reappear in your dreams and in every trance you have, and that pain will be crushing, won't it, Snape?"

"You have the same eyes as hers," Regulus whispered, "want to tell Harry about this? But do you know how many people have told me that? Snape, I will A mirror can feel your pain."

"What are you stopping me for?" Regulus said softly, "Snape, what are you stopping me for?"

"To protect the son born to the woman you love?" He laughed mockingly, "To protect the son of the man you hate, just because you love his mother?"

"You know everything," said Snape, "and you should know that I hate your father..."

"Then what can I do?" Regulus smiled, "You still have her son at least, what else do I have?"

He stared at Snape, "I have nothing left, she's dead, and the boy you were protecting and I killed her with our own hands."

"You killed her yourself," said Snape, "and you should have paid for it yourself."

"Really? I should bear the consequences? Dumbledore promised you would protect the woman you love," Regulus still smiled, "He promised me too, but in fact I shouldn't trust him , obviously your lesson is there, look, what does he want to do? The woman you love dies, and her son will die, because Dumbledore believes that people must have the courage to face evil , so the person you love dies, and even the child who entrusted her last shadow will die."

"Snape, how ridiculous, you can't protect her, and you can't protect her son at your own expense, because Dumbledore thinks that his death is the best choice for the entire wizarding world, that's not as good as Let me kill him, I am much gentler than others."

"He is going to die anyway, your efforts are doomed to be in vain, so what are you afraid of?"

He said, "Snape, you have nothing left, everything you worked so hard for is gone. What are you doing alive? Snape, do you want me to help you?"

Snape gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"He promised us," Regulus said softly, "He said he would protect them, we are willing to do anything, we will do anything, as long as she is well, but he didn't do it, he didn't. "

"Stop pretending to be pitiful," said Snape. "She's dead. You killed her yourself," he said, thinking of himself. "If you blame yourself like this, why don't you kill yourself first?" What? You coward!!!”

"It hurts more to live than to die," Regulus said. "Killing someone you love hurts, both physically and indirectly. I think you know that better than I do." He stared at Snape. How does it feel to kill her?" He smiled, "Want to kill the person who killed her, don't you?"

"Why do you stop in front of me when you know this?" He stared at Snape. "You've already experienced what it's like to live without the one you love, so you want all Does everyone realize that?"

"You shouldn't love your own sister!"

"You shouldn't love other people's wives, but so what? We were the ones who first met them, and we were the ones they liked the most. Why did we give them up? She obviously loves me the most. But I gave her to someone else," Regulus laughed suddenly, "I gave her to someone else..."

"You are no longer normal," Snape saw the shadow of Bellatrix from the other person, that woman obviously has no children, but she has these two distant nephews and nieces who have inherited all the madness that haunts her, "stop Do such a stupid thing! She's dead, and you killed her with your own hands!"

"I must kill her," Regulus whispered, "as if you had to tell Voldemort about that prophecy about her. Yes, Snape, did you enjoy killing her? Because she It won't be anyone else's, it can't be anyone's..."

"I've never thought of it that way," Snape growled, "I've never thought of it like that!"

"Then don't stand in front of me! You can't kill the person who killed her, but I can!"

Snape raised his wand, but Regulus continued.

"I really followed your example from the beginning," Regulus said, "That woman loves that man, you let her go, that woman doesn't mind dying for that man, you are willing to save their family. So I thought, if she can live with Harry, then I'll give her to him, and if being with Harry can keep her alive, then I'll protect him even if I die." He smiled She is crying, but she is already crying, "So even if she cries and says Re, don't want me, don't give me to others, even if she is angry with me and refuses to talk to me, even if she cries heartbreakingly thinking that I Dead...but I'm still giving her to Harry, I'm still giving her to someone else because I want her to live."

"Even if she hates him, even the more she hates him, the more I will give her to him. Look, what have I done?"

Regulus continued to smile, "What have I done? Look, Snape, what have I done?"

"But we're not the same, Snape, we're not the same, the woman you love doesn't love you, but she, she loves me and only me," Snape's face grew sallow, and Regulus continued , "I should have been happier than you."

"But I care about morality, but I think I'm going to die soon, I can't be with her, what am I going to do with her? Give her everything, and then take everything away? After I die, all this will be wiped out, but if someone Know what to do? I thought so, Dumbledore said, Regulus, give her to me, I will protect her. I wanted to escape like that, so I promised him, I promised him everything. "

"I thought it was fine if I was in pain for a while. I was going to die anyway, but I didn't want her to die. She was too paranoid. Sometimes I thought it would be better for her if I died earlier, but sometimes..." He Said softly, "I thought, it would be good to stay with her for even one more minute, my sister, my favorite and most important person, I love her more than my own life, I can die for her... Really, if she likes Harry Potter, if she is willing to stay with him forever, if that will allow her to live in peace, then even if I die for Harry, I won't have any complaints."

"At this point, I envy you," he sneered, "I really envy you, Professor, she doesn't love you, you give her to someone else and still be able to move yourself silently, acting as an earth-shattering affectionate lover Look, I love her so much, even if she loves someone else, I still love her, how great I am! No, it’s not that you gave her to someone else, she never wanted you from the beginning, she never wanted you I never loved you at the beginning, how can you compare with me? How can you compare with me? We are obviously different..."

"How could I use you as my role model?" Regulus laughed hysterically, "Look, should I also be immersed in that weird self-satisfaction now, how much I love her, I put She gave it to someone else! She cried and asked me not to do it, but I still did it! I still feel pain, how can I deserve to feel pain! I gave her away! I broke her heart Yes! She said no and I did it anyway! I imposed my own ideas on her! What am I doing here playing a painful soulful man? I killed her with my own hands!"

"Snape," he stopped laughing and looked at each other, "remember? Remember how she died? It was you, you overheard the prophecy, you told Voldemort, you killed Killed her! Just like me! You stop saying Voldemort killed her, as if I don't think Harry Potter killed her, because we did it...we did it ourselves, and you will The prophecy was spoken, and I pushed her away from my arms... It was Harry Potter and Tom Riddle who did it, but it was none other than who actually caused their deaths!"

He raised his wand and pointed at the other party, "It's you, it's me..."

He stared at his enemy, at the man his father hated the most, that man was ugly and short, but at this moment he felt standing in front of a mirror, "How do we deserve to live? We killed our favorite people..."

"You don't deserve to live," Regulus whispered, "and neither do I...but I have things to do..."

Snape suddenly felt numb in his ankle, and Regulus walked over and put his hands on the ground, he lowered his voice, "Professor, I should have woken up when I knew your secret, I love her, I don't want to give her to others. No one else is as good as me, no one can protect her except me, and no one will love her with his life like me."

15 seconds.

"Snape," Regulus whispered, "Professor, we love them so much, how can we trust anyone to protect them better than we can?"

"What are you going to do?" Snape forced out a few words.

"I've decided to settle accounts with Dumbledore, yours and mine. He owes us too much." Regulus put his hands on his eyelids to help him close them, the little silver snake Crookedly climbing up his wrist, "Then, I'll go with her."

He whispered, "No one can do better than me, no one can protect her better than me."

"Reculus," Dumbledore said, looking at him, "you don't need to do this..."

"Are you pretending not to know who killed your sister like you?" Regulus asked back, "You know who killed her, you know that you and Greenwald killed her, maybe It was you, maybe it was him, but she died because of the two of you! But you are timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but you are afraid of death..."

He paused for a while, took a deep breath, "I believe you, Dumbledore, but why should I believe you? I know what you have done, but I still have to believe you! I know what kind of person you are. And gave her to you! I believe you..."

He took a deep breath, "I believed you, Dumbledore, I gave her to you, I believed you said you would protect her. But you didn't."

"You betrayed me," he whispered, "and you want me to pretend like you don't know anything..."

He stared at Dumbledore, "I killed her with my own hands...with my hands, with the hands I hugged her, the hands that stroked her hair..." He raised his hands in front of himself, "I killed her... ..."

"Child," whispered Dumbledore, "calm down..."

"I can't calm down," he looked at Dumbledore in despair, "my sister..."

He whispered, "I killed her with my own hands..."

He whimpered, "She said she didn't want Harry Potter, and I promised her I wouldn't give her to Harry Potter...but I lied...so that's what she gave me...I killed her ...I killed her with my own hands..."

He cried, "I killed her..."

"It's all right," said Dumbledore, reaching out to get closer to him, "son," he whispered, "it's all right, boy, it's all right..."

"My sister..." Regulus whimpered, "My sister..."

"Regule said," Dumbledore whispered, "Regulus..." He leaned forward to hug him, but at that moment Regulus caught the gap and he gave Harry the An Avada Kedavra.

Before Dumbledore came back to his senses, he took Harry Potter's head and disappeared completely in front of everyone.

Regulus killed Harry Potter with his own hands under the protection of seven Aurors and even Dumbledore, and threw the head of the savior at the feet of the Dark Lord.

"What do you want?" The Dark Lord looked at him. "Young man, what do you want from me?"

"I've lost interest in everything," said the pale, dark-haired boy. "Dumbledore betrayed me, destroyed me with lies, and I want to make him as desperate as I am—I want to destroy him who cares. of everything."

"I want to see him lose everything and still be powerless."

"Then you are on the right side," said the Dark Lord, who was also pale. "Come, my child, you are on the right side at last."

Then he ordered the other party coldly, "Kneel down, roll up your sleeves, let them see your arms, remember, from now on, you will be my most loyal servant."

Regulus followed suit.

And the Dark Lord lowered his voice, "Remember, you owe her this."

GAMEOVER

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