[HP] Crack

Ron didn't tell anyone Harry's secret except Hermione.

There used to be a piece of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body, he had already got his body, they spent a period of time with him day and night, and even broke into Malfoy Manor with his help - all this is too unimaginable, if it weren't for Having experienced all this himself, he could never believe it.

This matter involved the secret of the Horcrux, and it was impossible for Ron to tell others, so he could only convey his confusion to Hermione.

"He's really weird," he said, as he sat by Hermione's bed at the time. "He didn't kill us—well, he can't use magic, but I thought he'd at least show a little desire to kill us." attitude, but no. And he—um—”

He stopped, wondering if he should continue.Hermione looked at him encouragingly.

"I mean, he's very strange," he said, swallowing.

"You said he was weird before."

"Stranger than that. He—seems like he doesn't want Harry to die. I mean, not to the extent that he needs to use Harry to do something to keep him alive, but actually wants to save him, wants to take care of him This is so strange." Ron looked at her anxiously after he finished speaking, rubbing his hands, as if waiting for her evaluation.

Hermione pondered for a while, and said, "It's really strange. Are you sure you read it right?"

"Of course, Harry had a fever at that time, he wouldn't let me get close, he had to do it himself." Ron scratched his hair, a little irritable, "I thought he wanted to poison, so I kept staring at him, but didn't notice Anything weird."

Hermione thought hard for a long time but couldn't figure it out.There was a moment's silence between the two, and Ron said in a low voice, "Tell me, Hermione, is it possible that Harry isn't dead yet?—I mean—"

"Of course he's not dead," she said firmly.

They lurked in the night, one after the other silently walked towards Malfoy Manor.Mr. Weasley and Kingsley had quietly breached the defense system here some time ago, but they did not join this operation.Lupine didn't think too many people needed to participate in the rescue. Originally, he and Ron were only identified, but they became a threesome under Hermione's strong request.

The sound of Apparition might have alerted the Death Eaters, so they chose to Apparate nearby before walking to the manor.Lupine, who was in the lead, made a gesture, and they stopped by the fence.He drew his wand and waved it in the air, making a small circle and stamping the ground, and it was a few minutes before he turned back and nodded at them, Hermione and Ron breathed a sigh of relief.

"You remember where the dungeon is, don't you?" Lupine asked in a low voice.The two nodded.

They walked along the thick bushes of the garden, taking care to hide their figures and avoid stepping on branches and leaves.Suddenly a peacock rustled out of the grass and swaggered past, startling Ron and taking a step back.

"Be careful," Hermione whispered.

The journey through the garden seemed extremely long. I don't know whether it was because the garden was too large or they walked too slowly, or the inner delay extended the breadth of the torment.As they stood by the castle gate, Lupine studied the door gravely for a moment, then led them around to a large window.

"Go in here. You come first, I last," he said.

The hall was pitch black, only the silvery moonlight leaking through the cracks in the curtains occasionally flowing across the ground, like a phantom flashing by quickly.Ron landed on the carpet, making a tiny tremor.He opened his arms to lift Hermione down, and Lupine jumped off the window frame, magically re-locking the window soundlessly.

Ron pointed to the front, then to himself, signaling that he could lead the way.Hermione frowned slightly, for some reason, she always felt that something was wrong.The windows are not tightly sealed and can be opened easily.Voldemort must have known that they would come to rescue Harry, so he couldn't be unprepared, but he didn't care about the tightness of the doors and windows of Malfoy Manor. What does this mean? ...Maybe he has other, stronger defenses, maybe this is a trap.

Hermione's heart sank, and she opened her mouth to say something. Ron had already started leading them to the dungeon.She shook her fingers, but finally followed them without making a sound.

Ron fumbled around a corner of the wall for a while, flipping a switch hidden by the carpet.Lupine used a shielding spell to block the sound of the dungeon opening, and a piece of the originally flat ground cracked, revealing a rectangular entrance.Hermione looked at the entrance of the black hole, feeling more uneasy in her heart.

The corridors of the dungeon were empty and silent, only the sound of their deliberately light footsteps.The shadows swayed for a short time and a long time.Hermione clenched her wand tightly and looked around vigilantly.The hallway was not wide and had a clear view. If someone used illusion to hide here, they would be easy to attack.

The three of them moved forward slowly, the cell door at the end was getting closer and closer, and a faint wind blew Hermione's forehead hair.She wiped the sweat from her forehead and rubbed her sore eyes.The closest to the cell door was Ron, who had already reached out to grab the bronze doorknob.A dim light came out from behind the crack of the door, and a corner of the door seemed to move, the taut strings in Hermione's mind snapped, and she reflexively grabbed Ron's arm and pulled it back, screaming: "Be careful!" !"

The door was knocked open from the inside, and the faint pale white candlelight covered the entire ground.

Harry sat up abruptly, gasping for air, and found his feet, uncovered, frozen and frozen.He covered the soles of his feet with his palms and rubbed them lightly. He suddenly felt something, turned around and found that the quilt beside him was empty.

The movements of his hands gradually slowed down. Harry stared at the quilt for a few seconds, then reached out to touch the quilt, and there was still a little warmth.

He lifted the quilt and climbed out of bed, put on his slippers, thought for a while, and took the wand from the bedside.

Harry pushed open the door, and within a few steps he heard a seething noise from downstairs.Several men were cursing and yelling, and there was the tooth-sickening sound of tables and chairs tipping over and glass shattering, and someone seemed to trip over a chair leg and uttered a scream.Harry frowned, his inner grip was suddenly tightened, and he ran quickly towards the stairs.

The shouts seemed to come from Death Eaters, and he heard Bellatrix shrieking as she ordered a wizard to back off.There were not many people that the Death Eaters could treat so nervously, and Harry was a little out of breath, with a pain in his chest.

There is no doubt that it has already begun, but it has come too fast.Everyone was ready, only he was still hesitating, thinking that the knife would not fall on him so quickly—but the man had already resolutely abandoned him.

The violent noise drew nearer, his vision trembled, and Harry quickened his pace.He was about to rush out of the stairwell when a dark object whizzed towards him, and he fell to the ground.A vase shattered heavily on the stairway, and a few shards fell on his back.

Harry shook his robes and stood up, moving cautiously against the wall to where the noise was loudest.My head became more and more painful, and the magic beam shuttled through the darkness, smashing the carpet, wall and sofa into small smoking holes.There was the sound of chanting and running everywhere, and the indistinct appearance of countless robes, arms, and legs was faint and dizzy.

Harry bent as far as he could, avoiding a red light flying towards him.He noticed that all the Death Eaters were running in the same direction - what seemed to be a dungeon.With a thump in his heart, Harry's suspicions were confirmed.

His friends came to rescue him, but they thought he was locked in a dungeon.Voldemort obviously expected this too, so he let the Death Eaters lie there in advance... A Death Eater saw him, pointed at him and shouted something, with a look of excitement.Without thinking, Harry pointed his wand at him and roared, "Swoon!"

A blinding red light hit his shoulder, and the Death Eater swayed, rolled his eyes and fell backwards.Harry didn't even look at him, and ran quickly towards the dungeon.

Forget it, forget it all... A fierce heartbeat mixed with a cold will, the dark Death Eaters in the corridor turned their backs to him, Harry's eyes were red, and the arm holding the wand trembled slightly.Forget it, forget it all, the moment they set foot on the battlefield they are no longer lovers.The pointer of the disorderly returned to zero, and they finally stood in the correct position again.Fate makes them confront each other, and the illusion of love will always be torn apart by the blade.

He took a deep breath, knocked down a Death Eater who stood in front of him with a stun spell, and used his slowly falling body as a cover to quickly pass through the other two who turned their heads not far away to take a closer look. Quick-handed and quick-witted impediment spells tripped a warlock who was lunging at him.

"Potter! It's Potter!"

"Stop him!"

"Stop him!"

Those Death Eaters who had their backs to him turned around one after another, their pale faces disappeared like oil paintings, and then writhed ferociously, like black holes devouring him one by one.He tried his best to squeeze forward. There weren't many Death Eaters in the corridor, but the passage was too narrow. He didn't make much progress before he was stuck in the middle, being pointed at by three wands at the same time.

He gasped, pursing his lips.A Death Eater with yellow teeth stepped forward, squinted at him, and said darkly, "Oh, come to save your friend, Potter?... We knew you would come, the master told us It's..."

He wanted to say something else, but a shaggy-haired witch next to her impatiently stomped her feet and interrupted him, her voice was very hoarse: "What nonsense are you talking to him? Kill him, and the master will definitely reward us!"

"Are you crazy? Master told us to capture them alive!" cried another wizard, knocking her aside impatiently, holding his wand against Harry's chin, his eyes sparkling, "Okay, Potter... ...better not to resist, or your stupid friend will be doomed—”

"Harry!" A voice suddenly shouted not far away.Everyone's attention was diverted for a moment, and Harry took the opportunity to slam the yellow-toothed Death Eater away, squeezed out of the crack, and ran forward stumbling.

He saw the huge prison door and the two boys and girls standing by it.They were dealing with three Death Eaters, and a transparent barrier precariously separated them, flickering with fragile blue light as the magic beam hit.

Harry yelled and threw a Stunning Spell at a Death Eater, who sidled away.A blocking spell brushed his arm and fell to the ground. Harry gasped and was about to fight back when someone shoved him from behind, knocking him hard to the ground.

"Harry!" Ron and Hermione shouted in unison behind the barrier. Ron roared, his nose turned red, as if he was going to fight the group of Death Eaters desperately.The cell door at the back was pushed open, Lupine flashed from inside, and quickly joined the battle...

Barely dodging the spells and legs that were aimed at him, Harry searched for his comrades in the cracks that were parting and rejoining.The sharp howling sound of the magic beam cut his eardrums, he took a deep breath, rolled on the ground, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.This is the person he should trust, this is the friends who stand by his side and help him all the time... They will never give up on him, and are willing to break into purgatory again to save him.He wandered too long, alone in danger, no one to help him, he could not escape from the mud.

Harry stood up, elbowed the nearest Death Eater away, and turned to cast a Stunning Charm on another crooked-nosed wizard who had just stepped on him several times.There were already several rips on the shoulders, blood was gurgling out, and the heat was draining from the body rapidly.

The light on the barrier blocking the Death Eaters flickered faintly and went out.Harry felt a tear in his throat, and he moved forward with difficulty, stretching out his broken hand towards the three figures, as if wading in muddy blood.Take him out, he has never felt so weak, give him a hand, take him out of here... he needs them so much, the madness of the dark sky has faded, and he is always walking on the winding path alone , Even the shadows sink into the dark sea.

A red light hit his calf, and an electric current rushed up.Harry's eyes went dark, his body involuntarily threw himself forward, and he lost consciousness.

The final chapter

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a dark room surrounded by a group of familiar faces.He struggled to blink, a little dazed.The boy sitting closest to him turned his head and noticed his movement, his eyes lit up.

"Harry, you're awake!" he exclaimed excitedly, realizing that his voice was loud, and covering his mouth immediately.Both Hermione and Lupine leaned towards him, looking at him seriously.

"Ah, you're awake at last, Harry!"

"Uh...how long have I been unconscious?"

"About twenty minutes." Hermione glanced at her watch.There was a faint knocking sound outside the door, and Harry's heart tightened.

"Where is this place?" he asked.

"A storage room on the third floor," Lupine said. "We rushed out after you passed out, but it has been anti-apparating and there is no way to get out. The doors and windows in the hall are also under the imprisonment spell." .This is probably their purpose."

"They're going to take us alive?" Harry remembered what he had heard earlier.

"Yeah, but I thought they were going to kill us."

"It's really strange... I don't think we are worth being captured alive."

Harry reached into his pocket and found his wand.He remembered that he put the wand in his pocket before going to bed at night, but when he woke up, he found it appeared on the bedside table, and the prohibition on it was lifted.There is no doubt that Voldemort did it.But why?

Capture alive...the wand back to normal...Harry felt something flash through his brain, and when he tried to grab it, it disappeared.He suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Voldemort until now, only a group of Death Eaters who obeyed his orders and guarded around the manor were intercepting them, but they dared not kill them.He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and there was another banging sound outside the door, mixed with loud and cursing sounds.

"Have you seen Voldemort?" he asked.All three shook their heads, and Hermione said in a low voice, "No, Harry. I thought he'd catch us soon, but he doesn't look like he's here..."

"No, he's here," Harry said without thinking.Everyone looked at him. Ron opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but the warehouse door shook suddenly, making their hearts stop.Lupine stood up.

"The Iron Curse is about to stop them, we have to get out of here immediately," he said, only his bright eyes could be seen clearly in the darkness, "we have to find a way to break the restriction on the door or window, or we have to kill All Death Eaters."

"Actually, I don't dislike the suggestion—"

"Stop kidding, Ron!"

"And Voldemort," Harry added.Ron turned pale, touched his nose, and stopped talking.

Another violent impact interrupted their conversation. The four of them were shocked and looked at each other.Lupine pointed to a pile of thick ropes piled up in a corner of the warehouse, and the other three understood what he meant and nodded.

The door was finally knocked open with a bang, and dazzling white light poured in instantly.The leading Death Eaters couldn't wait to be the first to rush into the warehouse, and the dark shadows filled the remaining light at once.However, just after he ran a few steps, he was hooked by a straightened thick rope, his body leaned forward due to inertia, and fell heavily to the ground.The wizard who was following him couldn't stop, and he tripped hard.He struggled to stand up, but the Death Eaters behind him had crowded up, leaving no room for him to stand.

"Stop pushing up, you idiots!"

"What happened ahead?!"

"where are they?"

"My hand, my hand!"

There was a lot of complaining and cursing in the warehouse, and the Death Eaters were stumbling around in a mess.Ron and Harry, who were hiding on the shelves on both sides, didn't miss this good opportunity, and quickly tied them tightly with a binding spell.Hermione and Lupine knocked out a few of the Death Eaters who didn't get hit, and the latter waved their hands, and they jumped off the shelf, kicked the huddle of Death Eaters and rushed out.

The doors of the rooms on both sides of the corridor were open, filled with the shadows of the night, like countless eyes staring at them.Lupine tried to break open the window glass of one of the rooms, but the Imprisonment Charm on it was too strong to leave a trace no matter what magic was used.

"I'm afraid Voldemort arranged it himself," he said.They were standing by the window sill of a guest room at the end of the second floor, looking at each other, sweating.The thick curtains swayed slightly, opening and closing, as if mocking them for their useless work.Ron kept walking up and down, scratching his hair.

"Then what to do?" he asked. "They're going to find here—"

"There must be a way to get out. Let's think about it again. He may have missed something—there are so many rooms here, did he lock them all?" Hermione comforted in a low voice, but no one responded.Indeed, there were so many rooms that Voldemort might have missed one.But again, they don't have the time and energy to try them all.There were still a few Death Eaters guarding the gate on the first floor. Voldemort would suddenly appear at some point... Heavy mountains were pressing on their backs, and Harry was a little out of breath.

"On second thought, what might he have missed? - Harry, what do you think? Do you know -?" Hermione looked at him, trying to look relaxed.The latter was stunned for a few seconds before reacting, his whole body seemed to be soaked in cold sweat, and he was dazed.

"Well—I think I have to go find him," he heard himself say.It was very strange, like someone speaking through his vocal chords, but he immediately realized that this was the only and best choice.

Ron looked at him in horror: "Harry, you mean—"

"Just as you think."

"This is ridiculous, how is it possible!"

Before Harry could speak, Lupine spoke first: "Actually, this is probably what we'll have to face sooner or later. If we keep finding a way out, we'll run into him sooner or later."

"But—but—are we going to deliver it ourselves?"

"Instead of letting him stab him in the back, it's better to take the initiative yourself."

Ron paled, looked at Hermione beggingly, and mouthed "they're crazy".The latter was frowning and thinking about the feasibility of this plan, ignoring him.

"Er, well, I mean, I'll see him myself." Harry had to cut them off.

"what?"

"This won't work, Harry!" Hermione shook her head vigorously at him, "It's too dangerous for you to be alone!"

"Listen, I'm not being impulsive, I'm supposed to. I've got to face him, you know? I know it's going to be like this, it's just the two of us - I know there's going to be a moment, we've always done it It's all for now, to beat him," he said loudly, over their voices, "but it's me, it's not someone else, it's not a bunch of people. It's just me—I mean, getting this far Everyone deserves credit for the first step. But the last step, I know very well that it belongs to me."

His words were a little confused, and his body trembled slightly from excitement.He took a deep breath, knowing that this was what he wanted to say, no matter what time it was, no matter where it was, whether it was a cold and damp secret room or a dark and hopeless cemetery, no matter where he was, he had to face him alone, with no one else between them.

Everyone fell silent and looked at him silently.Harry gripped his wand tightly, restraining the tragic and unreasonable determination in his heart.But he wasn't surprised, and he didn't have any regrets, as if he knew a long time ago that there would be such a day—he was stuck in the quagmire, he was rescued, and he would step through the narrow gate again, alone.

"...don't go, Harry." After a while, Hermione whispered, her eyes flushed, "it's not that time yet, you know..."

He knew what she was referring to.The Horcrux has not been completely wiped out, he can't kill him, his decision seems to have come too early, there are other, more appropriate ways...

He looked down at the ground, then looked up again, grinning at her.

"No, I know it's now."

Regardless, their souls are together.

He climbed up to the fourth floor and walked slowly along the silent corridor.He gathered the robe, the end of the robe had been torn into several sections, so he tore off a few pieces and stuffed them into his pocket.

I love you, Tom.His kiss fell on his cheek, and his breath fell like soot on his shoulders.That scene was light gray, their body temperature and breathing were all light gray.It's the last time.

His heart was beating steadily, and his soul was calling silently, leading him to the place where that person was.He knew he was still here, waiting for him somewhere.They both knew there was going to be a moment.

Harry stopped in front of a room in the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor.All the rooms are open, only it is closed, like an end.He put his hand on the door panel, paused for a second, and pushed hard.

There was nothing in the room.It might not be appropriate to say this. There is no piece of furniture in this room, only four walls are left. I don’t know if it was originally like this or it was deliberately cleaned like this.There was an open window on the wall facing the sun, and by the window stood a dark man, as if he had merged with the night.He turned to look at him when he heard the door open.

Harry closed the door, paused, and walked slowly towards him, stopping in the middle of the room.The wound on his arm was aching, and he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his other hand, and looked up at him.

"Here I am," he said.

The man did not speak.The wind blew through the window, blowing his dirty robes.Harry closed his eyes.

"You put the wand on the table, didn't you?"

"I think you need it," he began.

"You want me to escape?"

The man looked at him thoughtfully, and shook his head almost invisible: "No."

"So, do you want to—"

"There needs to be fairness on both sides of the duel," he said, "and you deserve a good wand."

"You let the Death Eaters take us alive, why?" Harry asked.

"You should know why."

"No, I do not know."

Voldemort just looked at him, silent.A silence brewed between the two of them, and Harry slowly clenched his sweaty fingers.

"We made a bet," he said after a few minutes, "that you think your friend will come back to you, but I don't think so."

Harry didn't speak, he knew he just had to listen to him.

"That time I lost, I admitted my failure...but it didn't mean anything else, it was just a stupid joke...you know, Harry, most of the only failures I've had have been about you. I remember very deeply, I tried to avoid all the mistakes as much as possible, but it happened to you again and again..."

He stopped, and the wind rustled outside the window, wrinkling their brows and eyes.Harry felt his heart burning and aching.

"I asked myself why...why was this boy able to defeat the great Lord Voldemort at the age of one? Why did he foil his plans time after time and escape from him time after time?...Obviously it was luck , luckily, because there are many people helping him. Of course it is not because of himself, his magic ability is less than one percent of mine, of course he can't defeat me." Voldemort's voice fluctuated, he left the window sideways, walking around the walls of the room, Harry turned after him.

"There are many things that you can only understand why if you have done it yourself." He said, opened the door closed by Harry, and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Harry demanded, running after him.

They walked one after the other in the long corridor, the cold wind blowing from left to right, from night to day, from his soul into his soul.

Harry hastened to catch up to him, and walked beside him, taking his cold hand.There was a kind of quiet tenderness in his heart.The man's hand writhed in his, as if trying to shake him off, and Harry tightened his grip.

"...incomprehensible, Harry..." After a while, the man whispered, "the last time? You don't understand... You think that any two souls can be bonded together? What happens to a whole, pure soul?"

Voldemort stopped, looked at him, and put his hand to his smudged face.Harry couldn't help looking into his crimson pupils, and took a breath.

The man's thin lips moved. "...distorted, wiped out, or..."

He stroked his face, suddenly squeezed his chin hard, bent down and pressed his lips.

"……Be attracted."

Harry stared at him blankly.

"And getting crazy," the man added.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, finally breathed a little more freely, and murmured: "...crazy?"

"To an unimaginable extent."

"Uh... I don't quite get it," Harry admitted honestly.

He didn't explain, just looked at him.Under the dim moonlight, the boy's face looked a little embarrassed, covered with sweat and blood, his lips were pale, and his breath came out one by one.He spent the whole night thinking about that kiss, recalling those vague nights when everything changed.He said love to him, leaned his head on his body, and at that moment all barriers were broken.He suddenly understood that the entanglement of souls and souls was not impossible.

He can always surprise him...always do the impossible.He can change everything, including him.

He turned and walked on, so fast that Harry had to trot to keep up.They went around a secret staircase to the Great Hall, which was empty - Harry had expected a few Death Eaters.Voldemort walked straight to the door, his pale and broad hands resting on the cold and hard door, slowly stroking.

Looking at his profile, Harry felt a sense of panic for some reason.He guessed what he was going to do, but it wasn't possible - it wasn't something Voldemort would do, it was too crazy, he couldn't take it -

The man glanced behind, withdrew his hand, and said, "Your friend is waiting for you."

"……what?"

"You should go back to them."

"No, don't," he begged, grabbing his arm again.Voldemort watched him impassively.

"Isn't that what you expected?" he said softly.

"What? Not—"

"No need to explain, Harry."

"When the hell did I say that?" Harry said loudly, glaring at him.He didn't understand—he didn't understand how he could be so cruel and say such things so easily, as if he never cared.He clearly knew what mood he was in, he clearly—obviously—

Voldemort was noncommittal, Harry tugged at his robes, suddenly put his arms around his neck and kissed him, the man didn't refuse.

He sucked on the tip of his tongue eagerly, recklessly, and Voldemort pushed him away impatiently, kissed him again, and bit his lower lip.Harry flinched for a moment, but wanted to continue when the man's index finger entered his mouth and pressed his tongue.

"They're waiting for you, Harry," he said again.

"No - don't go, Tom! Damn - you think this will solve the problem? You think this is what I want?" Harry yelled, pushing his fingers away.

Voldemort licked his fingertips, glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "This is what I want, Harry. I want to do it, so you have to accept it."

"You're crazy, there's no way you'd do that! Didn't you always want to kill us? How could you—your Death Eaters—"

"You're right, I'm crazy."

"I'm not kidding you!"

"Neither have I, Harry, sorry," he said coldly. "Take it as a gift from me, seven months early."

He shook off his hand and yanked the door open.The wind slanted in with the twilight of the morning light, and rushed them head and face.Voldemort's black robe fluttered in the wind, and he slightly squinted his blood-red eyes, as if he was not used to such light and wind.

That day will come, they all know it.

They will finally be facing each other, with no one between them, nor any vague illusions.He wakes up in a dream devoured by dementors, and his soul wanders in the eternal night... They examine their own souls, examine all coincidences and destiny, hopes are buried in the deep blue snow of Easter, and bells are ringing overhead , someone in the church was singing in the wind, about fate, about destination, about returning to the place where it all started... At that time, he should know that he will encounter a lifetime of disaster.

"Don't think that all this came easily," the man said as if he could see his thoughts, without looking back, his voice drifted in the dawn, "Think about how much you have lost, Harry..."

He stopped looking at him and strode out into the snowstorm.

Harry stood there for a few seconds, then sprinted out the door.The cold snowflakes were gone at the touch of his cheeks, and he staggered forward, stretching out his hands to grab the tall figure.He stood in the black and white boundary, looked back at him—maybe not, just his illusion, he yelled, his eyes watered with pain, grab him, he can't—can't—

A small black storm rolled up all around, and fallen leaves, snow, and grass roots were all thrown into the air and flew around.Harry took a step back, covering his eyes with his hands.

When the storm finally stopped and he lowered his arms, the garden was as empty as if it had never existed.

He opened his mouth empty, as if his throat was frozen, and he couldn't say anything.

"Harry, Harry!" There was a series of anxious footsteps behind him, and he looked sideways to see Ron, Hermione, and Lupine running towards him, breathing white.

They stopped in front of him, panting and sniffing.Ron looked around and asked, "Harry, what's going on? Is it—"

"He's gone," he said, and all his strength seemed to be gone.

"what?"

"He's gone and never coming back." Harry looked at the dry leaves on the ground.After a while, he kicked a stone away.