[HP] The Seven Deadly Sins

Voldemort died just as Marie Flamel fell.

There were no cries of pain, no desperate struggles, and no last words. Avada Kedavra always killed with one blow, and this time was no exception.

There was a shuddering silence, and then again the noise, the roaring, the cheering.They were yelling and rushing at Harry, scrambling to hug him, to thank him.Harry defended his saviour, who is now the undisputed leader and symbol of the wizarding world, the savior and guide of all.

No one thought that Harry Potter hadn't slept a wink all night, that maybe he wanted to be alone more now, that he mourned the loss of his lover just minutes before.Harry Potter should be happier than anyone else at this moment, because he has just defeated the biggest monster in the history of the wizarding world. What grief can overshadow this victory and glory now?

Harry numbly accepted people's hugs and thanks. He watched the lips of those people open and close, but didn't hear a word of what was said.

What is there to celebrate?he thinks.What is there to celebrate?

He suddenly remembered the time when he lived at Mary's house one summer vacation—it seemed a few lifetimes ago, and Mary was still facial paralysis—and they watched a bloody TV show together.

The TV show happened to show that the hero and heroine had to temporarily separate for some reason that he could no longer remember. The hero was obviously heartbroken, but he pretended to be indifferent and turned away. The heroine was crying heartbreakingly behind him. The background was Of course the torrential rain.

"I knew it was going to rain." Mary only glanced at the TV, then turned to the French dictionary on her lap wearily, "I know it's to set off the atmosphere, but can you be a little more realistic? You're sad Just rain? Are you Storm?"

Pulling his mind back to the present, Harry looked up to the east, dazzled by the intense light of the rising summer sun.

The sun was still rising, and the light and warmth it radiated did not diminish one bit because of Harry's mood at the moment.

No, it should be said that in such a victorious and hopeful day, such weather is in line with the atmosphere.

This is the weather full of vitality.

Mary was right, death was indeed the scariest thing in the world.

Ron, Hermione, and Draco stood not far from Harry and looked at him worriedly. They should go up to comfort him, but they couldn't think of any words of comfort. They could only wait silently.Waiting for Harry to violently push away the crowd around him, or to vent his anger by throwing things around or yelling, maybe he will go to sleep without eating or drinking for a few days, or maybe he will take anger at everyone who comes close His people - they were ready to be pissed off, they would understand whatever Harry said to them.

But Harry didn't. After killing Mary with his own hands, he stood there in a daze for a while, letting those people pull him around.Draco and the others were surprised, couldn't those people see that Harry was in a bad mood?

It wasn't until the sun was high that Harry woke up suddenly like a dream, and then—to the complete surprise of Hermione and the others—Harry smiled.

Hermione and the others are creepy.

I don't know how many families of the victims have been comforted-as if Harry Potter didn't lose anyone;

I don’t know how many people’s hands I have held—it’s as if Harry Potter is strong enough to give everyone hope;

I don’t know how many people’s tears I’ve seen—as if Harry Potter wasn’t sad at all;

I don't know how many people's thanks I have received-as if Harry Potter cares about these thanks;

I don't know how much I've heard about the remnants of the Death Eaters, I don't know how many post-war orders have been calmly ordered-as if Harry Potter was born to be a politician.

He stood there with a smile on his face, taking care of everything without even Dumbledore and Kingsley interfering.

"Flame..." Blaise Zabini passed by Draco and the others, followed their gazes to look at Harry, and then spit out these two words.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Potter reminds me of Porter now," Blaise explained, "when we first went to Professor Slughorn's party in sixth grade, and LeMay was like Porter. It handles all the complexities with ease."

Draco and the others stared blankly at Harry.

"It's said that to love someone is to become him, right?" Blaise said.

"Harry, you should go to rest for a while." Hermione begged in a low voice.Harry hadn't rested all day and night.

"No, Hermione, there are still many things I need to do."——They thought Harry would answer like that, and then they could still tell themselves that Harry was busy working to avoid Mary's death, but——

"You're right, Hermione." Harry replied with a smile. "I have to take a break. Dumbledore and Kingsley can take care of the rest."

Hermione was speechless.

"I'll take a count of the dead and go to rest, don't worry," Harry said to Hermione, "there's a total of 47..." He sighed heavily, "Voldemort's body is in that room over there, I know. Where's Mary's body? You put her with Voldemort?" He frowned.

"No, no, actually..." Hagrid came over, his eyes flickering, "I wanted to move Mary here just now, but it can't be called a corpse anymore, Harry..."

Mary is an artificial human without the support of a soul. That body is like a beautifully crafted doll, fragile and fragile. There are so many people running around. No one cared, and by the time Hagrid found Mary, it was almost a pile of debris, blown mutilated by the wind.

Harry's forced smile finally faded slowly.

"I'm sad too, Harry. Mary... Mary's a good girl, I know." Hagrid blushed, and blew his nose hard.

"It's all right, thank you, Hagrid," replied Harry, though he could hardly hear his own voice.

Later, the war finally and completely ended.

Harry finished his seventh year of study at Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione, and graduated successfully. In the graduation photo, Harry smiled calmly.

After graduation, the three entered the Ministry of Magic together, Hermione entered the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures, Harry and Ron still chose to become Aurors, and Draco chose to become a healer in St. Mungo.

Harry became very strange to Ron and the others, but he was so familiar. Almost no time after he joined the Auror Command, Harry became the head of the Auror Command without question. His leadership and charisma remained the same, Handling things and interpersonal relationships became more and more smooth, and the way he dealt with Death Eaters was so cruel that he didn't look like a Gryffindor. This was not Harry Potter, but another person they had known before.

Marie Flamel seems to have been forgotten, and she appears as Voldemort in all reports except those devoted to the story of Harry and Mary, but Harry refused to answer all questions about Mary.

People who are familiar with the relationship between Harry and Mary are of course concerned about Harry’s thoughts and behaviors at first, but Harry’s behavior is normal or abnormal. Some people think that he is pretending to be strong, but there is nothing he can do about it. Let's bring this up again.

Everyone has their own life, even Ron and Hermione can't just look at Harry every day.

Ron and Lavender married right after graduation and had a daughter, whom they named Rose, a year later.

Things were a little more difficult for Draco and Hermione.Lucius and Narcissa will not give up the idea of ​​pure blood supremacy because of Voldemort's failure. They even forced Draco to be engaged to the youngest daughter of the Greengrass family. Hermione once had a quarrel with Draco because of this incident. Very stiff, but in the end I couldn't hold back and sneaked into Malfoy Manor, and eloped with Draco who I wanted, so this matter can only be left alone-thanks to Astoria Greengrass She's a pretty reasonable girl, and has always been very aware of Draco's relationship with Hermione.

But the attitudes of Lucius and Narcissa are also softening day by day, and it is only a matter of time before Draco and Hermione get married.

As Harry, the only golden bachelor among the three men, there are many girls who pursue him, including Ginny Weasley, but no one thinks that Ginny can succeed, even Ron has a hard time dealing with it. Congratulations to my sister.

"I think the Potter family is probably going to be extinct." Draco once said, half serious and half joking.

In this way, three years passed in a blink of an eye.

The bright sunlight from outside shone into the room through the curtains, and it was shining on the face of the sleeping person in the room, Harry twisted uncomfortably.

Then a loud knock on the door woke him up.

"Dude, don't tell me you're still asleep!" Ron's voice came from outside the door.

"I'll be up right away." Harry rubbed his eyes and replied sleepily.

"My God, you're really still asleep!" Ron yelled exaggeratedly, "Then you have to hurry up, Harry, if you miss Hermione and Draco's engagement ceremony, Hermione will kill you of!"

Harry shook his head, regaining consciousness a little.By the way, Hermione and Draco are finally getting engaged today.

"I'll be right there, wait a minute!" he replied loudly.

Ron muttered a few more words outside the door, and then there was the sound of his walking away.

Harry finished washing and changing clothes as quickly as possible, but when he was about to walk out of the bedroom, he suddenly remembered something.

"Almost forgot." He shook his head with a smile, turned around and walked to the desk, pinched the face of the doll on the bookshelf, "Good morning, Mary."

"Morning...Good morning, ha..." The doll with the exact same face as Mary replied intermittently, its dull pupils staring blankly in Harry's direction.

That was the anthropomorphic doll Draco had given Mary ten years ago, Sigourney, but it was obviously a little 'low'.Originally, this kind of doll was made as a toy for children. The magic power inside is probably enough to support the doll’s activities for four to five years, because most children like the new and dislike the old. After four or five years, the doll is broken and can be thrown away, so I made it The time is also disposable and cannot be "charged". Who would have thought that someone would keep this doll for ten years?

Harry smiled and patted Sigourney's head again before quickly walking out of the bedroom.

"It's really late for you to arrive." Draco received the old friends himself, "What's the delay?"

"No, it's just that our savior is rarely in bed," said Ron.

"That's really rare." Draco looked at Harry with some surprise. Harry had almost no habit of sleeping in late three years ago, even on weekends.

"It was just a good dream." Harry replied flatly.

"What dream?" Ron asked casually.

Harry frowned, but didn't answer.

Even the dream of Mary's frozen body was a good dream to him now.

The engagement was a success, and even if the Malfoys were still a bit condescending towards the Grangers, it couldn't have been better for them.

"I didn't expect you to be so fast." At the banquet after exchanging rings, Harry and Draco chatted a little, "I thought it would take a few more years for you.

"Probably helpless, they don't want Malfoy to be as extinct as the Potter family." Draco replied, and Harry shook his head with a smile. "Of course, there is another person who helped a lot."

"Who?" Harry looked around.

"She's not here," Draco said, "but she's at my house now, come on, I'll take you to meet her."

"What?" Harry was puzzled, "No, I didn't want to see her. And it wouldn't be good to leave Hermione here alone?"

"That man wants to see you." Draco said, looking towards Hermione, who happened to be looking this way too, met Draco's eyes, and nodded with a smile.

"Okay, she agreed, let's go." Draco couldn't help but turn around and leave.

"Wait, how do you know that Hermione agreed?" Harry had no choice but to hurriedly follow.

"Of course you don't understand the tacit understanding between me and Hermione." Draco gave Harry a blank look.

They walked through the crowd who toasted and congratulated each other, and walked through the long corridor to Draco's study.

"She's in there," Draco said, reaching for the door handle.

"Harry!" At this moment, a female voice suddenly sounded, and Draco's hand froze.

"Ginny?" Harry looked at her unexpectedly, "Why did you follow?"

Originally, Ginny was not on the invitation list of Malfoy's house, but because Lavender was pregnant again, Ginny came as Ron's female companion.

"I have something to tell you." Ginny stared at Harry intently, completely ignoring Draco beside him.She paused for a while, and finally said, "I'm getting married."

"Oh, congratulations," Harry replied, "but suddenly, with whom?"

"Dean Thomas." Ginny's voice trembled.

"Dean is still reliable." Harry smiled. "Congratulations again, Ginny."

Ginny didn't speak immediately, nor did she leave immediately. She looked at Harry steadily, and suddenly said: "I have admired you since I was a child, Harry, and I can even say that I have a crush on you."

Harry didn't speak, and Draco glanced at the door of the study with some guilt, although there was no sound in the study.

"I've always liked you, since I was ten," said Ginny, "but I'm sorry, Harry, I can't like you anymore, I can't wait for you forever."

"It's normal and the right choice," Harry said.

Ginny sniffled: "Finally, I want to ask—although this question is silly—would you like me if Marie Flamel never showed up?"

Harry didn't hesitate, and quickly replied, "Yes."

Ginny looked up in amazement.

"I've always known what was on your mind," said Harry, smiling softly. "But that's just an assumption, isn't it, Ginny?"

Ginny's eyes watered, and she ran away without saying a word.

Harry looked at Ginny's back and talked for a while, then glanced at Draco with a Spartan expression strangely: "By the way, didn't you say that lady wants to see me?"

"No..." Draco covered his face, "I suddenly remembered that it is not appropriate to meet acquaintances today, let's go back first."

"What—" Harry hadn't finished speaking, Draco grabbed him and was about to leave as if fleeing for his life.

"Why are you in a hurry?" A girl's voice suddenly sounded in the study.

Draco and Harry froze at the same time.

Then with a "click", the door was opened from the inside, a girl with black hair, black eyes and a black robe, with a dark face at the moment, came out, glanced at Draco, and then at Harry.

"What a lover, isn't it, Harry?"

The author has something to say: It seems that the end will be tomorrow