Wild child

Thanks to Voldemort's high-handed policies and business acumen, Diagon Alley now has far more dilapidated empty shops than normal.Fanny found a house with a fireplace and blew open the door to enter, and sprinkled Floo powder into the stove.Anyway, the last thing she needs to worry about now is the Floo network being monitored or vandalizing public property.

To be on the safe side, she poked her head in and checked, and made sure that Mag's office was empty, so she transported her entire body there as quickly as possible.It seemed that Voldemort had kept his promise this time, probably because he didn't think there was a need to break the promise at all. There were still nearly 20 minutes before his one-hour time limit, and there was no sign of a battle in the air.When she emerged from the fireplace, wand in hand, she found the castle eerily silent, with only a few cracks in the walls and dust shaking onto the carpet to indicate what had happened.

After a few moves of fingers that were numb from excessive force in holding the wand, Fanny sealed the fireplace and walked out of the room.

The settled dust swirls and rises low because of her footsteps, and the castle she was so familiar with is now completely unfamiliar.Fanny walked quickly in the corridor, passing by the fairy Bilig tapestry missing half, a large piece of armor with a dent in the chest, and the statue of Priest Kallman missing its head.Several portraits were blown up, and the people in the paintings went to nowhere.

A small group of people came from the other side of the corner, and the wands of both sides were pressed against each other's faces.

"Neville?" Fanny hesitated and called out the name of the person opposite.

Neville's face was so smeared with blood and mud that she could barely make out.The other two were Seamus and Oliver Wood, and their looks were no better than Neville's.Numerous scars and panic and exhaustion made them look like frightened birds. Fanny lowered her wand first, and they were stunned for a while before following suit, as if they couldn't believe that there were still intact living people in the castle.

"I'm late. I just came out of Professor McGonagall's fireplace. I sealed the fireplace to prevent the enemy from coming in from here." Fanny said matter-of-factly.

"It's nothing...it's okay, just come here. Before George...they led a team to seal the way into the castle, I guess they missed some." Neville scanned the devastated corridor unnaturally, maintaining this tone to him much more difficult. "We're looking for... well, the rest of us are in the auditorium. Did you see... as you walked by?"

"No. There is no one here." Fanny said softly.

"Okay, then..." Neville waved carelessly to his two companions, and they turned and walked back and forth without any objection—if Fanny would have felt that seeing others obey Neville Things are a little strange.After walking more than ten feet away, Neville turned his head as if remembering something, and the panicked look of "Oops, I forgot something" has a bit of Fanny's impression: "Would you like to come with us... ?”

"No, I... want to go to the auditorium first."

"Oh, uh, okay then." Neville squeezed the handle of his wand unconsciously back and forth, "Well... we can walk this part of the way together, it's safer...."

Fanny obeyed as silently as his two companions, and after walking through the same unrecognizable hall, she waved at them before Neville could stifle his next sentence and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium, not looking at their broken expressions.

Lavender, Colin Creevey, Sarah... The suppressed sobs, the wailing of the wounded and the thickened smell of blood surrounded her. For a moment, Fanny forgot what she was here for. Just wandering aimlessly under the dome.

When she saw the conspicuous red hair gathered together, she hardly dared to step over, and the people lying on the ground were tightly blocked, but seeing George kneeling alone, Fanny knew who it was.A real feeling hit her: Seeing these two clowns grow old and play the game of "I'm George" and "Actually I'm Fred" cheekily, how many people must be the biggest in their lives? fun of.She always said George and Fred were one and a half, now?

The human bodies placed at the other end of the auditorium are ignored, their eyes are closed or open, their faces are either serene or distorted, but they are equally silent.Fanny walked a little closer, searching for anger and hatred in the depths of her mind, but the surging anger was only suitable for the moment of close combat.Lying here are some and others who will never return home.

The black figure stood up from the side, and Fanny could recognize it without even using the corner of her eye.Sirius's robe was covered with dust and was stained with a large dark color, and she could see at least four serious injuries at a glance.He limped to her side, "You're still here."

There was something else in his hoarse voice, and Fanny looked at those gray eyes that were like an abyss at the moment: "... Remus?"

"... yes. And Dora."

Fanny tried not to shake herself, pressed his shoulder, took out a bottle of blood tonic and handed it over - this is not a time for mourning.Sirius asked for another bottle of white fresh food, took it together with the blood tonic and walked towards the nearest wounded person, then Fanny also walked towards the other naked person, and the two passed shoulder to shoulder.

She almost jumped when she was tapped on the shoulder, and if the man hadn't opened his mouth in time, she would have met with a clenched fist.

"It's me," said Harry softly, "come with me."

Fanny subconsciously glanced at the direction of Sirius, who was concentrating on wrapping the cloth around a boy's leg.Harry put his hand lightly on her shoulder, and led her out of the Great Hall, down the steps, and around Neville, who was bending over a dead body.Ginny was kneeling on the grass to comfort a girl who called her mother. When she saw her, Harry stopped abruptly and pulled Fanny's collar tightly with his hands.He took a breath and hurriedly let go, but he didn't show up. Fanny had to pull her collar and shrugged at Ginny: "Uh, I'm here. Can you...can you take care of her? I want to check the surroundings again." .”

Ginny nodded, looked around as if feeling something, then turned around and tried to help the girl up.

"Come on," Harry said dryly.

So Fanny continued to follow.

When Harry finally gave the command to stop at the edge of the field, near the Forbidden Forest, his head popped out of nowhere.The presence of the dementor could already be felt here, and a chill passed over the skin of the two of them.The only sources of light were the few fires on the other side of the castle that were still not extinguished, but their light could not convey any warmth.

"Well, it's part of the plan," said Harry, "I'm going to do something. Listen to me—Fanny—"

Fanny looked at him, and Harry swallowed hard.

"Fanny, you know about Voldemort's snake? He had a very big snake... called Nagini..."

"I know."

"It has to be killed. Ron and Hermione know, but what if they—" Harry swallowed again, and this time Fanny knew why, and she took a deep breath.

"You mean that I should kill the snake."

"Yes, kill the snake," Harry repeated.

"I see."

"Okay, thank you..."

Fanny grabbed Harry's hand as he was about to put the cloak back on. Harry struggled, but it was a lot of effort.

"You don't think Voldemort will spare the people here if you give yourself up?" she asked.

"No," said Harry, in what he obviously thought was a casual tone, "of course not...something else. But I might be missing for a while..."

"Your lying skills have always been terrible, Harry. Stop being stupid or I'll tie you up and drag you back." Fanny said it cruelly, but she had to take a few deep breaths to maintain her composure .

It's not hard to guess what someone like Harry would think. Fanny can understand the feeling of having to take on someone else's life, but she can't help being angry at what Harry is about to do—giving up her own life to escape. ?at such a time?Wasn't the body lying under the dome of the auditorium not enough to make him understand what it meant to die?

"Don't talk nonsense about those people dying for you. You and I both know why people here are here. We will continue without you, but enough lives were wasted tonight."

There was a flash of anger in Harry's eyes, and Fanny thought he might growl at her or punch her—and that was fine.But she just watched the light in Harry's eyes dim and his head drooped.

"You don't understand, I have to let him kill me."

Fanny really began to consider whether to give up and change the idea in this stubborn head, and directly use force to solve it.If she hadn't heard the next sentence, she might have done it.

"That's the task Dumbledore left me with," he said.

She could feel her expression blank, "...he wants you to die?"

"No, he just...just told me something. I made this decision myself." Most of the fire had been extinguished, and the edge of the Forbidden Forest became even darker and darker.Fanny couldn't see Harry's expression clearly, except for the slightly trembling voice, he sounded like a ghost. "If I don't die, this will never be over. I have to do it, Fanny, I have to go."

"How can you be sure it's Dumbledore's..."

"Of course I'm sure! There's no other way, and I don't want to..." Harry choked, "...I have to."

"Fluorescent flashes."

When the tip of the wand lit up, Harry looked uneasily into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, while Fanny carefully studied Harry's pale face, not caring whether the light would expose him or not.He was sober, with no trace of the Imperius Curse, no frenzy and confusion, no sign of potion.He knows what he's doing.Those green eyes were terrified, but firm as iron.

"I must, Fanny," he said again.

"Dumbledore..." Fanny extinguished her wand, which seemed easier in the dark, "he's such a bastard, isn't he?"

"He's the greatest wizard I've ever seen."

This was the most fluent sentence Harry had ever spoken to her, and it made Fanny suddenly have the urge to laugh without thinking.

"Yeah, that's right. But still a jerk," Fanny said.

"We can agree on this." Harry seemed to be trying to make a joke, but it didn't work out, understatement was as little of his specialty as lying.

Fanny leaned over and groped in the dark to hug Harry.The boy froze for a moment, his breathing began to tremble, and he pushed her away in a panic.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't do more, Harry. Leave the rest to us, you've done enough."

"I don't...I..." Harry's breathing came out quickly, and the gravel crunched under his feet. "Snape. He's... dead, in the Shrieking Shack. He's always been Dumbledore's man, a hero. Pensieve - look in the Headmaster's office if you..."

"I will."

"...well, I guess I should go..."

Fanny heard Harry's staggering footsteps going far into the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and felt that she was almost used to this kind of thing.

Come on, who is she lying to?

Walking back to the castle was only a few hundred meters away. When the two left, the survivors were still leaning on and comforting each other on the steps outside the auditorium, passing food and drinks, but now there is no one here.Kingsley's magically amplified voice echoed in the auditorium, and the Order of the Phoenix had gathered those who could still fight for the final deployment.

The time on the watch indicated that ten minutes had elapsed from the hour Voldemort had given her. She stared at it for a moment, then covered it with her other hand, leaving the rough feel of Benjamin's watch under her palm. The look in the man's eyes when he mentioned the war.

She should have gone in, it was always better to listen to someone with a plan than to run amok, but she couldn't figure out how to deal with people who saw Harry as a hope and a symbol.And Sirius, how did she tell him she had just watched his godson, the kindest and bravest man she had ever seen, die?

Kingsley's speech was coming to an end, and Fanny caught words like "finally" and "fight to the end".The crowd emerged from the edge of the Forbidden Forest and gradually approached.Fanny squinted her eyes, and saw a tall and familiar figure, who seemed to be holding...

Fanny rushed into the auditorium.

"They're coming!" she roared as loudly as she could.

It wasn't really necessary, the Order of the Phoenix's previous deployment of spells was enough to detect the approach of dark magic traces.Some people had started rushing out before she entered.

"No!"

Fanny never dreamed that McGonagall would make such a scream.

Then there was Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, whose screams seemed to ignite the fuse.Fanny joined the seething crowd in silence, forcing herself to look away from the lifeless body in Hagrid's arms and look at the snake, her mission.It hovered and entrenched on the side of the leader, sliding unhurriedly.

Voldemort silenced the crowd, shouting insults to Harry; Ron's roar broke the spell, and the crowd was silenced again; Neville rushed out, knocking Neville to the ground.

Remember what you have to do.Fanny ordered herself.

When the Sorting Hat caught fire on Neville's head, many things seemed to be happening at the same time.

Shouts pierced the dawn sky.

There was commotion from the school boundary wall in the distance. It seemed that thousands of people mighty and mighty climbed over the wall out of sight, shouting loudly and rushing towards the castle.

A figure of astonishing size wobbled around from the side of the castle, shouting, "Hagrid!" Those around Voldemort roared in response.They charged like bull elephants, and the earth trembled.

The sound of the horse's hooves landing and the bowstring rebounding sounded further away, and in the blink of an eye, several Death Eaters fell under the rain of arrows.

Fanny rushed out with the crowd.

Voldemort looked a little surprised by the sudden change, this is the best chance to get close to him——

But a figure distracted her - Neville charged at Voldemort brandishing a silver sword from nowhere.Before she had time to react, Fanny knocked him to the ground, and green light passed over their heads.

She got up on her knees, a pair of icy red eyes and the tip of a wand aimed at her at the same time.

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet.

"Kill that snake!" Fanny pushed Neville towards Nagini with all her strength. She vaguely realized that the tip of the wand had suddenly moved away, and raised her wand without looking back: "Avada Suo Life!"

The bubble-like thing around the snake vibrated when the green light hit across Neville's shoulder, and it felt threatened, hissing and roaring, and pulling its head back.

Neville raised the sword aloft.

No one could hear the sound of the silver sword cutting, but it seemed to attract every eye.The snake's head whirled high into the sky, its scales gleaming in the light spilling from the foyer.Voldemort opened his mouth to growl, and with a boom, the snake fell heavily at his feet.

finished.

An invisible barrier erected between her and Neville and Voldemort, and she heard Sirius yell, "Get away from her!"

All the sounds returned, and Fanny was startled by the roar of the engine, and then pushed Neville and jumped into the Ford Anglia next to the brakes.As the car lifted she saw Slughorn in emerald green pajamas joining the fray, and Voldemort's snakelike hiss could be heard amidst the chaos: "Hello, Professor."

The car came to a crooked stop about 50 feet above the crowd, the front of the car was blown apart and the windshield was completely shattered.Fanny gasped for a while lying on the place where the steering wheel used to be, then turned to look at Neville. The latter hadn't recovered yet, maintaining the posture of throwing himself on the passenger seat, with his feet hanging on Fanny's body, and his hands Still clutching the bloody sword.

"How...?"

"Good evening, Sunny," Fanny said.

The horn must have been destroyed during the rescue of Fanny just now. The car did not honk as usual, but it still shook a few times in response.

"Let's go."

Neville's prolonged exclamation echoed in the night sky, and Sunny led the two of them into the window on the second floor, pushing the Death Eater opposite Filch against the wall.The lucky guy had only a broken arm because he happened to be stuck in the hollow of the front of the car, and Fanny ended his screams with a stun spell.Filch stopped waving his broom and Lee Jordan behind him watched the surreal scene in astonishment, but snapped back to his senses as another line of hooded men retreated into the hallway.Fanny and Neville jumped out of the car - the latter almost tripping over the deformed door and spoiling the view of going forward - and rushed forward with Lee, not forgetting to slap Filch on the way .

"He's yours tonight!"

Sunny's tires scraped sharply on the corridor floor.

"Filch saved me! Merlin, I want an ice cream soda!"

Don't bother to worry about which wrong nerve caused Li Lian to say these two hellish words. Fanny bumped into the back of the first person who appeared, and slammed him in the middle of the bridge of the nose when the other person turned his head. A few punches, this is called artificial anesthesia.

Go to war, fuck you.Benjamin said.

She cast a Full Body Binding Charm on the back of a Death Eater, which was blocked by his warding spell.At the same time the student he was fighting with fell, and he turned to face Fanny.

Go to war, fuck you.

Fanny rushed forward.

Figures and rubble and every fragment of the castle dangled before her eyes, and she fell and got up again, yelling that would have frightened herself soberly.The elf struck her in the calf, the centaur's arrow grazed her cheek, and the giant's fist smashed the passage behind her.Someone knocked off a Death Eater in front of her, and she hit a Death Eater aiming at someone's back.The hour before dawn remained a blur in Fanny's later memory, full of noise and flickering light.

Except for one thing.

Someone cast a Flame Charm and she staggered back into an eerily quiet corridor, and it took her a moment to realize why she hadn't knocked down the man the wand was pointing at first - Draco.

His eyes were wide open, looking more unreal than ever.

"You—why are you still here?" Her voice sounded like a broken bellows when she wasn't screaming.

He glared at her like she had just emerged from the grave.

She immediately realized how embarrassed she was: half of her hair was burned off, and the ripped sweatshirt and jeans were covered with dust, black ash and, of course, blood.She quickly figured out why she couldn't stand stably: it was probably caused by a cutting spell. There was a deep gash on her left knee, and the blood stained the fabric below the knee and dripped down the trouser leg.

"You lost your wand?"

Draco nodded.

Thanks to Sirius for teaching, she took out a spare wand she had picked up earlier and threw it at Draco, lowering her head and starting to treat her own injuries so as not to look at his expression.She was thankful that he didn't take any further action, and after subconsciously catching the wand, Draco froze and stood there again.

"...Your parents are looking for you. The last time I saw them was the stairs to the west of the hall. I heard them calling your name. Take them and hurry, it seems that you can Apparate now."

The incomprehensible babbling ended when the dressing was completed, and the heat wave at the entrance of the corridor had subsided, and Fanny ran there with a limp on one leg, as if fleeing a cave that was about to suffocate her to death.

But someone grabbed his arm.

His collision made her torn lips bleed again, his cold touch made her tremble, and their lips collided and entangled like life and death enemies.Her obsessive fragrance smells of blood and despair, like the distant and unignorable weeping of the living and the dying in the blur of blood rushing.The sky spins, the ground disintegrates, and she hears her heartbeat, one beat, another beat.

I'm alive.I'm alive.

"Go, I'm going to keep fighting," she said, panting slightly from the suffocation just now. "Take care of yourself and, your family."

She took his hand with her other and put it back firmly, unquestioningly.She couldn't and didn't want to refrain from looking him in the eyes as she did so.

It's not the last, it won't be.

The scattered companions gradually gathered together. Familiar and unfamiliar people looked after each other's backs, those with injured arms carried those with disabled legs, and those who were blind dragged those who could not move.Until a person walks a few steps and will be besieged by two or three Death Eaters, and a dozen people run in a group and run through the entire corridor before encountering one or two enemies alone, Fanny vaguely sensed that the end was approaching.She was swarmed by the rest into the Great Hall, where the few remaining Death Eaters fell at the hands of various opponents.

Hundreds of people stood around the walls to watch the final two duels - Molly Weasley vs. Bellatrix, and Slughorn, Flitwick and McGonagall vs. Voldemort.

Fanny stared wide-eyed as Bellatrix collapsed under those skillful cooking and weaving hands, then raised her wand knowingly that it was useless as Voldemort shook his three opponents away in a rage.But she couldn't say any spells, and the next moment she was as dumbfounded as everyone else.

Harry came out and confronted Voldemort in the very center of the auditorium, the archenemy circling face to face.

"I don't want anyone to help," Harry's voice sounded like a trumpet in the absolute silence, "it has to be this, it has to be me."

Everyone seemed to acquiesce to this point, and Fanny saw Sirius in the opposite crowd tighten his face and said nothing.

There was a long line of dialogue that she could understand or could not understand. She listened to her own violent heartbeat and thought strangely that Snape would not be happy for Harry to make his secret love affair public.

finally--

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Except your weapons!"

A golden-red light burst from the magical sky above their heads, and a small half of the dazzling sun appeared on the windowsill to the east.When Voldemort fell, Harry raised his head slightly, and raised his hand to catch the swirling wand.

For a moment of stillness, Harry stood with his head slightly raised, his whole body covered with the first rays of morning light.

There was an overwhelming uproar erupting all around, shouts, cheers, and roars shaking the sky.The powerful rays of the rising sun lit the entire auditorium, and the shouting people rushed towards Harry, first Ron and Hermione, who hugged him tightly, followed by Ginny, Neville and Lou. Anna, and the Weasleys with Hagrid, Kingsley, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout.Everyone was yelling incomprehensibly, no one cared what they were yelling, and they couldn't tell whose hand was pulling him, pulling him, desperately trying to hug a part of his body.Hundreds of people were pushing forward, all wanting to touch the Boy Who Lived, because of him, the nightmare was finally over——

The sun was rising over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall was filled with the light of life.Condolences and celebrations, sorrows and joys were freely expressed.

The layout of the auditorium was roughly restored to its original appearance. The victims of both sides were placed in the adjacent room respectively. Voldemort's body became a big trouble.In the end, it was Mag and Sirius who stepped forward, and the crowd with admiration opened up a passage enough for the two giants to pass side by side, watching them levitate the most terrifying dark wizard in history into a separate room, and with several A teacher cast heavy spells on the door.

The magical elves put down their weapons and returned to the kitchen, where a hearty breakfast was served within minutes.Fanny stuffed the bacon and bread into her mouth with one hand at breathtaking speed. At the same time, she also noticed that despite being exhausted, the other key members of the Order of the Phoenix left immediately without even bothering to eat.

News soon came from all directions: people who had been cast with the Imperius Curse gradually returned to normal, some Death Eaters escaped and some were arrested, innocent prisoners in Azkaban were released, Kingsley Shark Er was appointed Interim Minister of Magic...

"Looks like we've made it through." Sirius moved beside her, his body covered in bandages, the wound on his leg had opened again, and he was expected to be on crutches again in a few weeks.

But he obviously didn't mind much about it, and neither did she.

"Yeah, that's really weird." Fanny put down her fork and picked up the pumpkin juice to smooth out what was in her mouth. "Aren't you going to praise your godson who saved the world?"

"This matter can be postponed to a private celebration, I think he has been annoyed enough." Sirius pointed in the direction where Harry was, and when Fanny looked over, he just saw the latter disappear into the invisible under clothes. "How are you?"

"It's been re-bandaged, it's useless, but forget about it for now." Fanny covered her side with one hand, and the damp feeling began to spread under the new bandage again. "At least everything that should be in there is still there, so there's nothing to worry about."

Obviously Sirius didn't think so, but it's useless to say, he just shrugged, and then grinned at the wound. "Nothing to worry about, including Isa and Smith who would let you out? How did you 'convince' them?"

Fanny swallowed hard, "Actually, it's just a little wormwood powder. I just sent them a letter."

"Ouch." Sirius shook his head tutted his tongue, "I seriously suggest you find a hotel to stay for a while, unless you want to die at the welcome party after surviving the war."

"It's true, it's reassuring."

Then there was no more nonsense, and the two buried their heads in emptying the stack of plates.During this period, there were many curious people who came here. After all, Sirius' identity as a fugitive and a dead person is quite popular, and there is no need for the founder of EYE to keep it a secret.Whenever someone strikes up a conversation, the two point to their stuffed cheeks to express that it is inconvenient to respond. In addition, there are more heroes—such as Neville, who wields a sword and slays a snake—to be taken care of, so they have not received any substantive attention. bother.

About half an hour later, the people in the auditorium gradually dispersed, mourning the dead, cleaning up and rebuilding, and reuniting with their families... Everyone had their own things to do.Fanny drank the last cup of pumpkin juice and habitually looked around, wondering how many people would rush over this morning, only to find that it was impossible for her to return home with her loved ones.

Also habitually, she looked at Sirius.He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, crossing the legs of the chair, like a teenager with bad posture.The sky above the dome was clear and blue, and the sun shone in through the broken windows, casting a layer of gold on his elegantly falling black hair and gray eyes that looked uncertain.

Somehow, this scene left a stronger impression on Fanny's mind than all the previous nights.

The author has something to say:

That extra scene between Fanny and Harry is purely selfish... I just don't like how Harry was alone when he got there _(:зゝ∠)_