HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

The cloak behind Snape was waving in the air, and he was walking through the air with the spell taught by Voldemort-the wonderful taste of power was fully reflected at this time.

The spell that only two people understand in the entire wizarding world comes from the reward of the Dark Lord after the assassination. This is the coveted power that Voldemort can bring to his followers.

He landed lightly on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The windows of Hogwarts Castle were brightly lit, and people could be seen vaguely. Snape could feel the magic of the castle guards being inspired by the professors one by one.

The castle, which was supposed to be quiet and stable in the dark, suddenly became lively.

Snape waited.The Carlo brothers and sisters have reported seeing Potter, and Voldemort is coming soon——

A high-pitched and cold voice pierced the night sky.

"I know you are preparing to resist."

Snape held his breath.

"Your efforts are in vain. You are no match for me. I don't want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers at Hogwarts. I don't want wizards to bleed."

"Hand over Harry Potter," said Voldemort's voice, "and none of you will be hurt. Hand over Harry Potter and I will keep the school safe. Hand over Harry Potter and you will get rewarded.

"I waited until midnight."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It was midnight, which meant there was still time, at least most of the students in the school could be evacuated.

Snape stood waiting in the Forbidden Forest.Waiting for the Death Eaters to attack officially, waiting for the battle to start, waiting for... Voldemort to appear on the battlefield.

It was a bit like the calm before the storm, and Snape knew that before long, he would have to race against time.

There was a low roar from the magical creatures gathered by Voldemort, and soon, several bright spells pierced the night like lightning.

This seemed to be the signal for the start of the war, and almost in the next instant, the entire front lawn of the castle was illuminated by the magic light that shuttled back and forth.

But after a while, the Death Eaters fought with the Order of the Phoenix, students, and professors, and the two groups mixed together.In this situation, no one can clearly distinguish which side is the enemy and which side is the friend, and almost everyone is blindly attacking the visible enemy in front of them.The ancient guardians of Hogwarts - those stone carvings, were quickly damaged in these flying spells, but that's okay... just need someone to cast some repair spells...

Snape silently joined the battle group in this chaotic situation.

Unlike the red-eyed people around him, he cautiously maintained his sanity, while resisting the enemies that suddenly appeared on the opposite side, he quietly took the time to repair the broken stone beast remains on the ground, and at the same time, he devoted part of his energy to searching for Potter among the crowd. ...

He knew—as well as the Dark Lord knew, that Potter could never sit and watch others fight for him for a long time without doing anything—he had always been such a character, love wanted life, evil wanted death, especially It's easy to get carried away by surging emotions and forget about the big picture.Snape had to—he had to tell Potter the message Dumbledore had left before he ran impulsively to the Dark Lord.

The Dark Mark on his arm was no longer burning like it was earlier in the evening, and it seemed the Dark Lord had finally calmed down and decided to be more patient.

A Death Eater with his back turned was knocked over by Snape silently, but no one noticed.

He pursed his lips and looked up into those dark eyes, but Potter wasn't among the fighting crowd at all...

"Severus!" someone called his name.

Lucius, his new wand in hand, stood on the edge of the battle, his face bruised.Carefully dodging the spell that was shot at him, he moved closer to Snape.

"The Dark Lord is calling you, he's screaming for the hut," he said, taking the opportunity to take over the enemy facing Snape. "Did you see Draco?"

"No, maybe he has been sent out of the castle." Snape said, getting out of the battlefield with the help of his opponent.

"Have you seen Nagini?"

Lucius said casually, "Beside the Dark Lord, locked in a cage."

Snape breathed a sigh of relief.

There's no need to meet the Dark Lord again... just find Potter and fulfill that order... He doesn't need to take any more risks, even if Potter dies in the end, as long as the Dark Lord dies, the victory of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​unstoppable.

He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd again.

No, it was as if Potter had disappeared.

That speculation about the Dark Lord came to Snape's mind again - Potter's brain had been connected to the snake, which also had a part of the Dark Lord - if so...

Maybe Potter has gone off to find the Dark Lord...

That snake must be killed...

He hesitated and glanced at the Screaming Shack, then walked in that direction.

"...Master, their resistance is collapsing—" Snape reported, his eyes cast vaguely on the starry protective sphere floating behind Voldemort.Nagini circled and twisted incessantly.

"—it's not to your credit," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, "Severus, though you are a brilliant wizard, I don't think you are of much use now. We are almost It's about to succeed... just a little bit."

Snape was slightly taken aback by the meaning revealed in this sentence. He curled his fingers and squeezed the wand in his sleeve, still staring at the cage.

"Let me find the boy. Let me bring Potter to you. I know I can find him, Master. Please."

He moved slowly as he spoke, trying to get closer to the snake.He could think of many spells to destroy the cage, but couldn't find one that would kill the snake completely before the Dark Lord could react to stop it.

Potter isn't here.He thought, but he might not be able to escape before the Dark Lord kills him... that news... that mission...

"I have a problem, Severus," said Voldemort softly.

"Master?" Snape responded slightly puzzled, he hardly paid attention to the other party.

"Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

silent.Snape didn't understand why Voldemort was discussing this with him - he knew it was the Elder Wand the Dark Lord had been looking for, and recognized that it was the one that should have been buried in Dumbledore's tomb, but ...

"M-Master?" said Snape blankly. "I don't understand. You--you've worked some great magic with this wand."

"No," said Voldemort, "I only cast my usual magic. I am superb, but this wand... no. It does not perform the wonders it should. I can't feel any difference compared to the wand I bought in Vander's hand."

Voldemort's tone was calm and thoughtful.Snape looked even more bewildered because of this.

"There is no difference," Voldemort said again.

Snape didn't speak, he felt the Dark Lord suppressing his anger, but he didn't understand why...

Voldemort started walking up and down the room.

"I've been thinking hard for a long time, Severus...do you know why I called you back from the battle?"

Snape frowned, staring at the big snake twisting in the cage, after a long while, he finally made a decision.

"I don't know, Master, but I beg you to let me go back and find Potter."

"You talk a lot like Lucius, and none of you know Potter as well as I do. No need to look. Potter will come to his door himself. I know his weakness, one of his great flaws. He doesn't want to see Watching other people get knocked out around him, and knowing it's all because of him. He's going to do whatever it takes to stop it. He's coming."

"But, master, he might be killed by someone else—"

"My orders to my Death Eaters are very clear. Take Potter alive. Kill his friends - as many as possible - but not him." Voldemort spoke slowly, and Snape felt more and more. The murderous intent grew, "But, Severus, I want to talk about you, not Harry Potter. You were valuable to me, valuable."

He tried to win the chance to leave: "Master knows I'd love to serve you. But—let me go find the boy, Master. Let me bring him to you. I know I can—"

"I told you, no!" said Voldemort, his eyes glowing bright red as he turned again, "Severus, my present concern is that when I finally face the boy What will happen!"

"Master, of course there can be no problem—?"

"—There is a problem, Severus, there is a problem."

"Why don't my two wands work against Harry Potter?"

"I—I can't answer, Master."

"is it?"

Snape's face began to turn pale.He can't die here - there's a lot of news that hasn't been told to Potter - and Dumbledore's...

"My yew wand did my best, Severus, but failed to kill Harry Potter. It failed both times. Ollivander told me, under torture, that the twins The wand core thing told me to use someone else's wand. I did, but Lucius' wand shattered to pieces as soon as it met Potter's."

"I—I don't understand either, Master."

He began to realize that the Dark Lord probably wouldn't let him go, so he turned his gaze back to Nagini.

"I found a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, Fate, Deathstick. I took it from its previous owner. I took it from Albus Dumbledore's tomb brought it."

The name made the man turn his eyes sharply, to look at Voldemort.He knew - of course he knew - how could he fail to recognize the wand that Dumbledore used to hold in his hand?Snape already knew what the Dark Lord had done when he sent the Dark Lord away from Hogwarts that day.But he can't show his emotions, can't...for the sake of the big picture.

But he didn't understand how Voldemort could talk about breaking open the old man's grave in such a brazen manner, with such a proud face?

"Master—let me find the boy—" he struggled at last.

"All the long night, seeing the verge of victory, I sit here," said Voldemort, in a voice that was almost a whisper, "think, think, why the Elder Wand won't do what it does, won't do what it says Its rightful owner worked miracles...now I seem to have an answer."

Snape didn't speak.

"Perhaps you already know? You are a wise man after all, Severus. You have been a good and faithful servant, and I regret what had to happen."

"Owner--"

"The Elder Wand will not serve me well, Severus, because I am not its true owner. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its previous owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. Just You live, Severus, and the Elder Wand cannot really be mine."

"Master!" Snape protested, raising his wand.

"There can be no other way," said Voldemort. "I must conquer the wand, Severus. Conquer the wand, and finally conquer Potter."

Voldemort smacked the air with the Elder Wand.

Snape subconsciously tried to dodge the attack, but there was nothing.It was as if the Dark Lord had suddenly lost his hand.He was a little dazed.But caught off guard, the cage next to the snake moved over and covered him.Snape heard a hiss that seemed bleak in his bones.

Time seemed to slow down suddenly, countless ways to dodge flashed through Snape's mind, but the time passed so fast that he couldn't use any of them.The snake's fangs pierced his skin bit by bit and pierced into his neck.He wanted to kill the snake, but in the end he could only forcefully push away the magic cage, and fell to the ground with his knees limp, his face turned pale, and his eyes widened regretfully.

Nagini is still alive, and the message to Potter...

"I'm sorry." Voldemort said coldly.

Voldemort was gone.Snape fell to the ground, feeling blood gushing from the wound.He twitched feebly, but could do nothing.

Probably hallucinating, Snape vaguely heard "Harry!"

He tried feebly to cover the wound on his neck, and felt his ears buzzing, and the things in front of him gradually blurred.

Not long after, he saw a blurry thing shaking in front of him, and he couldn't help looking at it intently.

It was a pair of familiar green eyes, it was Potter!Struggling to speak, he reached out and grabbed the front of Harry's robes, pulling him closer to him.

There was a horrible wheezing, clucking, clucking sound coming from Snape's throat.

"Take...go...take...go..."

He tried his best, but there was no way and no time to explain everything clearly.A silver-blue substance, neither gas nor liquid, bubbled from his mouth, ears, and eyes—the last of Snape's spells.

He opened his eyes and felt Potter fish the silvery substance into the bottle with his wand.Snape felt his body begin to grow heavier and uncontrollable, and his grip on Harry's robes loosened feebly.

"Look... look... I..." he said softly, looking into those green eyes for a long time, the apology to his young friend finally slipped through his heart.

The green eyes stared at the black eyes, but after a second, something in the depths of those black eyes seemed to disappear, and they became dazed, dull and empty.The hand that was holding Harry fell to the ground, and Snape did not move.

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"Severus? Severus?"

Severus Snape opened his eyes, looking a little dazed, but subconsciously rolled his eyes and looked around.

This is like his potions office, but it seems warmer, just like when Dumbledore lived temporarily a few years ago... Thinking of the old man, his expression was a little sad.

"Severus, I'm proud of you." Dumbledore waited until the dark-haired young man finished observing the environment before speaking again.He looked at his successor with pity, tenderness in his blue eyes.

"Dumbledore?" Snape seemed to be awakened by this familiar voice, subconsciously jumped up from the sofa he was lying on, and looked at the old man in front of him in astonishment.Of course he would not miss the person standing in front of him, but because he judged that the other party was not dangerous to him, he subconsciously ignored the past, and for a moment he did not realize that it was Dumbledore standing in front of him.

"You..." The question he almost blurted out was swallowed.Yes, Snape thought back, he was dead too, so seeing Dumbledore was not a strange thing.

He looked at the old man in front of him.Those blue eyes flashed the familiar cheerful and playful light, unlike the portrait in the principal's office...

A sense of grievance suddenly came to his heart.

"Dumbledore," he stepped forward, approaching the old man who had been patiently waiting for him to understand the situation in front of him, and stretched out his arms to hug him vigorously, "Albus..."

It seemed that it was the first time he called his name so affectionately.Dumbledore was a little stunned, and after a while, he lowered his hand and patted Snape's shoulder lightly.

"Severus, it's over," he whispered reassuringly.

Snape didn't show his vulnerability too much.After the initial mood swings passed, he quickly backed away, and Dumbledore's usual calm returned to his face.

"Potter got my memory." He said lightly, subconsciously wanting to distance the two of them—this distance was too close for him, and this Slytherin was not used to enduring it These.

"You're doing well, Severus." The old man laughed. "I've just come back from Harry, and by the way, your comment about the boy having a train station in his head was spot on."

He looked at Snape and nodded without paying attention, as if the subsequent matter had nothing to do with him, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

But after death, the previous things are really not worth mentioning like passing clouds.Conquering the soreness in his heart, Dumbledore took a step forward, and Snape was enveloped in his own breath again.His successor subconsciously raised his head to look into the blue eyes of the other party, with some inquiries in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why Dumbledore continued to stay here.

"Severus," he whispered the other person's name, and stretched out his hand to straighten the man's slipping hair. "Apart from Harry, don't you have anything else to talk to me about?"

As far as their relationship was concerned, this action was a bit too intimate, and people had to think of hints in another sense.

Snape stared blankly at Dumbledore, his eyes flickered as if thinking of something, and a little flush slowly appeared on his thin cheeks.But he frowned: "I don't understand..."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and looked at his expression. After a while, he couldn't refuse a light kiss on the young man's lips, as soft as a snowflake falling on his lips.

"Severus," he backed away, and smiled at Snape, who was stunned in disbelief with wide-eyed eyes, that was a happy and open smile that only belonged to Gryffindor, "in fact, facing yourself It’s not so difficult inside, is it?”

The Slytherin froze, moving his lips blankly.The thorns of defense that had been erected around him for a long time seemed to be softened in an instant, and the emotions that were firmly sealed under the black robe and inhuman appearance suddenly spread.Complicated emotions surged in those black eyes, so he couldn't help but stepped forward to hug the smiling Dumbledore, and kissed him as if venting.

This menacing kiss suddenly softened when it touched the lips of the elder, just like the unknown keen and soft heart of the young man in black robe, and made Dumbledore's blue eyes flash a bright smile again .

He kissed him back, laughed under his breath, and repeated what his portrait had said.

"I love you too, Severus."

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The author has something to say:

There are many references to the original text in this chapter.

This article has been written for a year, and it's finally time to say goodbye. Although there were various accidents, interruptions, laziness, and Jinjiang's madness during the period, they are all over now.As for what will happen to the professor and the principal in the future, that is another story.

There may or may not be any extra stories, it depends on fate.As for whether to write about HP in the future, whether to use this number, it also depends on fate.

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