[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

They landed on a certain cold step, and the cry of the elf was so piercing...

Someone ran down the stairs, and said with surprise: "You are--the elf that Dumbledore brought over before! I received a summons from Ron and I was going over... This is--Her Min! Snotling?!"

"Harry Potter asked Dobby to take them away!" wailed the elf, banging his head on the wall, "Dobby obeyed Harry Potter's orders!"

"What about Harry? How's Harry? Where's Harry?!"

Harry...

He staggered to his feet, the pain still raging all over his body, which almost made him unable to stand.

Chaos, all chaos, everything is out of control.

Two Dark Lords, one with the Elder Wand, one absorbed the power of the Slytherin curse, neither of which he could stop.

Harry is dead, why am I still alive?

His vision was blurry, he tried to open his eyes wide and began to spin.

"Hey, snotty! What are you doing! Are you fucking crazy?"

"Professor Snape!" The elf pulled him back, "You need rest and treatment! Your current magic power is not enough to support apparation! A slight mistake will cause you to be involved in the turbulence of time and space, and even your life will be endangered!"

Life... Harry is my life.

He indifferently squeezed the last trace of magic power in his body, felt the familiar pressure sweeping over, and the tearing pain from his left arm, he didn't care.

"Damn snot! Stop it! I @#$$%%…"

"Professor Snape!"

The elf stared blankly at the place where the black figure disappeared, turned his head and cried, "What to do? Separate body! Mr. Black! Professor Snape forcibly apparated, he—"

Sirius looked at Dobby's bloody arm raised high in horror, and forgot to curse even the swear words.

Snape rolled awkwardly on the leaf-covered ground, dizzy for a while.

He couldn't see that the enchantment that had been restored to transparency was collapsing, and he couldn't see that Voldemort, who was laughing triumphantly, suddenly opened his mouth wide in surprise, and the joyful smile froze on his face, and a ray of red light emerged from his chest, expanding bigger and bigger .

All he could see was Harry lying on the ground without making a sound.

Snape stood up with difficulty on one hand, and walked towards Harry staggeringly, but he really ran out of strength, and fell to the ground again before taking two steps.

He simply crawled towards Harry little by little with one hand.

"Professor...will you stay with me when I become an adult?"

"I mean it! I really mean it!"

"When we graduate, we will no longer be a teacher-student relationship..."

"Maybe...then I...I can buy a house..."

"I'll protect you, Harry, always will."

"wait me back."

"Ok!"

He stroked Harry's cold cheek tremblingly, his emerald eyes were still half-opened, he would never look at him passionately again, his pale lips were tightly pressed, and he would never say words that moved his heart .

Wait for me, Harry.

Voldemort's body burned silently. He screamed, flapped, and rolled on the ground, but the flames could not be extinguished.

Soon, Voldemort was burned into a pile of ashes, a ring flipped in the air, and fell to the ground with a "ding".

A boot covered in mud stepped on the ground of the Forbidden Forest. Someone let out a "huh" and bent down to pick up the ring for a closer look.

He saw Snape and Harry on the ground, frowned slightly, observed carefully again, and let out a long sigh of relief.

None of this caught Snape's attention.

He hugged Harry's cold body, and there was a wild smile in his hollow black eyes.

The surrounding leaves suddenly swirled around them, their clothes rattled in the sudden hurricane, and then the trees began to shake and break...

"Severus! Severus! Wake up! Are you crazy?!"

A hand was placed on his shoulder, shaking vigorously.

Snape turned his head in a daze, saw the familiar face and his iconic white beard, felt a pain in his heart, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Dumbledore..."

This was the first time Dumbledore saw Snape lose his composure. Even on the night when he learned of Lily's death, he was never like this. It looked as if he was about to collapse completely the next moment.

There were shocking scars all over his body and face, and the wound on his shoulder was still bleeding, but he didn't care.

"Dumbledore... save Harry... save Harry!"

Snape tugged on Dumbledore's robes beseechingly with one hand, and said incoherently, "You said...you said! Harry would not die! You said you would keep him safe...you promised Pass mine!"

"I said... I said... yes, Severus," Dumbledore said, patting Snape reassuringly, "I assure you, Harry will be all right. Come on, get up... you need treat--"

With a flick of his wand, he conjured a stretcher and placed Harry on it.

Snape looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, clutching his robes tightly, "You... are you telling the truth? Harry is all right? He's not dead?"

His breathing became short of breath, his eyes began to wander, but he still held on to Dumbledore.

"It's over," Dumbledore nodded solemnly, "I promise, Harry will wake up, but first you need to rest and heal—"

Snape couldn't hold it any longer, and his mind was completely plunged into darkness.He fell limply backwards, and Dumbledore conjured up another stretcher just in time to catch him.

Harry felt himself in a warm white mist.

Am I dead?where is this

He turned his head and looked around in confusion. With a thought, the fog around him began to transform into a wall, a fence, a garden, trees, and a roof...

At last he found himself in a spacious and bright room, which he did not remember ever being in, but which gave him a warm and familiar feeling.

A toy broomstick was thrown crookedly on the cloth sofa, a crib was still shaking slightly, the wind chimes hanging on it were softly making melodious sounds, the flames in the fireplace were jumping happily, and the kettle above was gurgling. ringing.

"The water is boiling!"

Harry shouted without thinking, and then felt very presumptuous, this is someone's house...

"Honey, can you lift it up for me?"

A beautiful red-haired woman poked her head out of the kitchen and looked at him with a natural smile. Her eyes were so gentle, as if he was originally a member of this family and her most beloved child.

Harry stood there in a daze, his eyes began to blur, he choked up, looking longingly at her pair of green eyes that were exactly like his own, but he didn't dare to go forward.

"What's the matter?" A generous big hand rested on his shoulder, "You're all a man, and you still cry, are you ashamed?"

Harry raised his head. It was a familiar face he had seen thousands of times in the photo album. The man looked at him kindly. The black hair on his head was messy like Harry's.

Harry said tremblingly, "Mom?"

Lily Potter came over smiling, wiping his tears softly.

"dad?"

James Potter nodded, ruffling Harry's hair carelessly with his large hands.

"Dad! Mom!"

Harry threw himself into their arms, and the family of three hugged each other tightly, with tears of excitement in their eyes.

"Son's grown up!" James Potter smiled gratifyingly. "Like me! But eyes like your mother—"

"That's what everyone says," Harry smiled foolishly, looking at the two of them with sparkling green eyes, "then—then can I... live with you in the future? We are a family of three, Never part again!"

James Potter's smile froze, and he turned his head and whistled. Harry looked at him strangely.

Lily hugged Harry lightly, lowered her head and kissed him on the cheek, and said softly and patiently, "I'm afraid not, not yet, Harry."

"Why...why?!" Harry looked at them aggrievedly, "It took me so long to find you—"

"Someone is still waiting for you, Harry," Lily stroked Harry's cheek softly, "we will be reunited sooner or later, but before you come here, if you don't go back, that person will be sad."

Harry had a vague idea that there seemed to be someone there, but—

"He doesn't like me! He likes you!"

Harry couldn't help letting what was on his mind slip out, his mouth pouted childishly, and he glared at Lily plaintively.

Lily was a little embarrassed, James was a little annoyed, and then yelled proudly: "Look, I just said that he has been treating you—"

Harry turned to James, "You bullied him! I saw it!"

This time it was James' turn to be embarrassed. He scratched his hair at a loss, and explained to Harry incoherently, "Back then... Dad was young, no, ignorant..."

Lily crossed her arms and snorted coldly, "I told you not to bully him!"

James muttered unconvinced, "Didn't you quarrel with him too..."

Harry looked at his parents arguing like children with tears in his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

He still had many questions in his mind, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was nothing more to ask.

"I have to go back, don't I?" After an unknown amount of time, maybe a second, maybe a year, Harry realized that it was time to leave, he sniffed, and finally confirmed to Lily and James.

"If it's too painful for you, you can stay here, it's up to you."

Harry bowed his head and thought seriously for a while, with nostalgia in his eyes, but still shook his head.

"I don't want to leave him alone."

He looked up at them, hesitated, and they smiled encouragingly at him.

"I... can I see you again in the future?"

"We've always been with you, Harry," Lily pointed to Harry's chest, "we've always been here, we've never left."

Harry felt something swell in his chest, a feeling of warmth filling his heart, and he grinned and nodded vigorously.

"I'm leaving, and it may be a long time before I come back here, you... um... have to—"

Harry was at a loss for words, he scratched his head in trouble, what should I say?take care

They didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.

Harry laughed too.

"Then I'm leaving!"

He finally yelled, and the surrounding scenery distorted and returned to the chaotic white mist.

Their figures disappeared into the mist, but he couldn't feel bad about it anymore.