Together [HP]

None of the Slytherin students knew what happened that night, they all received orders from Professor Snape to stay in the common room obediently, and no one went out, except, Malfoy.Jacqueline couldn't sleep, she sat on the sofa in the lounge and looked at the green light projected on the lake, she hoped that her mother could calm down and not go to the Death Eaters, she hoped that Hermione would listen to her obediently, Back to the Gryffindor lounge and didn't go out again.If she goes out, then, I hope she is safe and not hurt.If she was injured, I hoped that it was only a minor injury and would not go to Pomfrey's. If she went to Madam Pomfrey's, I hoped that Madam Pomfrey could heal her injury in the blink of an eye.

"Will tomorrow be the same as today?" Pansy yawned and walked out of her room. She glanced at Jacqueline and put a set of cards on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "Want to play?" ?"

"I don't know, Pansy." Jacqueline shook her head. She took the cards in Pansy's hand and scattered them in a strange way.

"If," Pansy swallowed, she seemed a little unsure about what she was about to say, "if Dumbledore dies, will you come back?"

"Maybe." Jacqueline frowned slightly, "But I think, until then, no one will really know the answer."

Jacqueline and Pansy suddenly fell silent. There must have been some kind of war in the castle, because the lights of various spells rose and fell on the lake.The students in the lounge obviously saw it too, and they all looked at each other in surprise, discussing everything possible in whispers.Jacqueline turned her head to look at the door leading outside, and for a moment she wanted to rush out to see if Hermione was safe in the Gryffindor common room, but she restrained herself. Live by yourself.As long as Hermione is unwilling to use that spell, at least it can guarantee that she will not be seen by others before midnight, unless the Mysterious Man, Dumbledore or other great wizards...

One after another, the students in the lounge went back to their own rooms to sleep, and Jacqueline and Pansy were slowly left in the lounge.The killing outside seemed to have also stopped, because the light on the lake no longer appeared.And then, suddenly there was singing, a moving and mournful lament.Jacqueline seemed to be shocked by electricity, she stood up immediately, looked at the door of Slytherin, her hands were tightly clenched into fists, Pansy's cards were curled up by her, but Pan West didn't care.

"What's this?" Pansy asked equally anxiously.

"Elegy." Jacqueline licked her lips, she looked as if she didn't want to believe it, "Phoenix, Fox's lament."

"Phoenix?" Pansy's eyes widened. "That's Dumbledore's pet?"

Jacqueline glanced at Pansy, who nodded stiffly.

Pan Xi covered her mouth tightly with her hand, "Then, what do you mean?"

Jacqueline nodded, she pursed her lips, and looked at the door of the Slytherin lounge as if facing an enemy, "Dumbledore, dead."

The singing of the phoenix continued in the distance, but the door slowly opened, and Professor Sprout walked in, her face pale.

"Go to bed." She looked around the Slytherin common room and said emphatically, "You two."

"Where's Professor Snape?" Pansy asked with trembling lips.

Professor Sprout's face suddenly became ugly. "It's time for you to go to bed," she said bluntly.

"Where's Professor Snape?" Pansy asked even louder, shaking involuntarily all over his body.Jacqueline reached out to support her.

"We'll go back to bed right away," said Jacqueline, "but if you don't mind, can you tell us where Dean Snape is?"

"He killed Professor Dumbledore, and now he's gone." Professor Sprout said impatiently, and Pansy let out a very low wail beside Jacqueline. "Go to bed," said Professor Sprout, striding out of the Slytherin lounge.

"What are we going to do?" Pansy sobbed, "What are we going to do?"

Jacqueline slowly closed her eyes, and she sighed softly, "Survive, Pansy, we will do our best to survive."

Jacqueline was lying on the bed, she was looking at the ceiling, Dumbledore was dead, Hermione should have seen it too, she didn't go to find Professor McGonagall but rolled back to her lounge, this should give her a blow .Everything is probably going according to his plan, except that Dumbledore is dead, so it seems that the plan has to be advanced.

Jacqueline closed her eyes, and only then did she realize that the night at Hogwarts was very quiet. Fox had stopped singing, and it should have left Hogwarts.Sorry, Dumbledore, for not telling the truth to you dying old man.

All classes are suspended and all exams postponed except OWLs and NEWT.Since the resurrection of the mysterious man did not make the group of old people cancel the exam, Dumbledore's death would not be even more so.There was a sudden influx of wizards and wizards into Hogsmeade, all of them coming to say their final goodbyes to Dumbledore.

Almost overnight, everyone knew that Professor Snape had killed Dumbledore, and the students of the other three colleges in the castle looked at the Slytherin students with colored glasses.

On the day of Dumbledore's funeral, Jacqueline sat in the last row of chairs by the lake, with Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny in front of her.Jacqueline looked at Hermione, and remembered that the day after Dumbledore's death, she met Hermione in the corridor, and Hermione didn't say anything, but slapped her, her eyes were red, and she cried and ran away.Very good, Jacqueline closed her eyes, they should never go back.

Soon, she heard the music, like fairy music from another world, many heads started to turn, searching, Hermione's face turned to Jacqueline's eyes more than once, Jacqueline swallowed her throat, she Turn your head and look towards the center of the lake.A chorus of mermaids sang there.

Jacqueline looked at Hermione out of the corner of her eye. She knew Hermione would understand if she still had the scale.

At this time, many people turned their heads. Jacqueline looked towards the aisle. Hagrid was slowly walking forward along the aisle between the seats. It was Dumbledore's body, wrapped in purple velvet studded with gold stars.

Hagrid seemed to have carefully placed the body on the table, and then he wiped his nose vigorously and walked towards the back row. Jacqueline turned her head and looked at her side, where the giant Glop was sitting, dressed like a small tent. In that big jacket and trousers, with that gigantic pebble-like ugly head hanging down, there was something docile, even empathetic.Hagrid sat down next to his half-brother, and Gropp patted Hagrid on the head so hard that all four legs of the chair sank into the ground.

A small man with bushy hair and wearing a plain black robe got up from his seat and stood in front of Dumbledore's body. His voice was too low to hear anything clearly.Jacqueline looked up at Hermione, she took out the diary she carried with her, and carefully turned over the pages one by one, it was densely packed with words.

Suddenly, several people screamed.Blazing white flames shot out from Dumbledore's body and around the table: the flames rose higher and higher, obscuring the body.White smoke curled up into the air, taking on all kinds of strange shapes: for a moment, Jacqueline seemed to see a phoenix flying merrily into the blue sky, but then the flames disappeared, and there appeared a white marble The tomb, enclosing Dumbledore's body and the table on which it was placed.

Jacqueline looked at Hermione again, her whole body was curled up, her arms crossed her chest, and her hands were desperately scratching her face.Jacqueline leaned forward slightly, she inexplicably wanted to comfort Hermione and wipe the tears off her face.

Jacqueline let out a long sigh. She stood up and walked up the aisle. She walked to Harry's seat.Harry and Ron immediately looked at her as if they were facing an enemy, and even Ginny stood up in front of Hermione.

"Miss Granger." Jacqueline looked at Hermione who had been keeping her eyes on her. "I have something to tell you."

"She's not going," said Ron loudly, standing up.

"You're not her." Jacqueline plucked up the courage to retort, she looked at Hermione, and let out a long breath, as if she was going to say something again, but in the end she turned around and left.

Jacqueline walked all the way to the big tree by the lake, she was very nervous, she didn't know if Hermione would follow, if she didn't come, then I'm afraid, they won't even have this last chance.

Jacqueline closed her eyes, she slowed down her pace, full of expectations that Hermione would come, but the tree was already close, but there was still no sound of Hermione's footsteps behind her.

"You're a bastard, a complete bastard, Jacqueline Graham!"

When Hermione's scolding came together with the smell on her body, Jacqueline's hanging heart finally let go.Jacqueline turned around, and Hermione wept bitterly behind her, her wand trembling in her hand.

"Yes, I am." Jacqueline took a step forward, and she took Hermione into her arms, stroked her hair lightly, and patted her back lightly.

"You are a big liar." Hermione lay on Jacqueline's shoulder, crying loudly, she hammered Jacqueline's back desperately, "You told me you would inform Professor McGonagall, you told mine!"

"When Dumbledore and Potter walked together, there must be some arrangements." Jacqueline said softly, "I don't think I need to..."

But Hermione wouldn't listen, she continued crying, "If you went to Professor McGonagall, if you went! Everything would be different, and Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be dead!"

Jacqueline sighed and hugged Hermione tightly.

"Is this what you want?" Hermione choked up, "Let me lose an elder! Let me experience your feelings, is this what you want!"

"Hermione," Jacqueline took a deep breath, "I never wanted you to experience my pain, I never...No one wants you to be happy and safe more than me."

"Then why did you say those things to me, why did you do that to me, why did you put me through this."

"Maybe because I'm stupid." Jacqueline said softly, "So I can't think of a way to get the best of both worlds, and I can't find a perfect plan."

"Then why did you give up on me, why!" Hermione raised her head from Jacqueline's shoulders, and she asked fiercely, "I know the responsibility on you, I know what you have to face, why do you think I will be scared! Bill was bitten by a werewolf, but Fleur doesn't care, why do you think I care! Why do you make decisions for me, why waste our time like this!"

Hermione stared, her eyes were red and swollen, and for a moment Hermione couldn't take it anymore, and to hell with everything.

Hermione cupped Jacqueline's face and kissed it straight down.Jacqueline was taken aback for a moment, and then she hugged Hermione tightly, like two drowning people hugging the only life-saving stick.

Until finally Jacqueline had to part from Hermione, panting heavily, and she looked at Hermione, and they both looked at each other with a bit of embarrassment.Jacqueline laughed suddenly, and she hugged Hermione tightly, "I'm a fool."

"You always have," Hermione sobbed.

"Next year..." Jacqueline paused, she sniffed, she knew what Hermione would do next year, "We'll see you at Hogwarts?"

Hermione leaned on Jacqueline's shoulders, she shrugged, "Okay, see you at school."

Jacqueline gently stroked Hermione's long hair, and she whispered in Hermione's ear, "You know, Dumbledore has hidden many secrets in this school. And this world is not either black or black. Bai, sometimes in some gray areas, you need to use some unconventional methods. Like, you helped Porter through the Triwizard Cup."

"Jacqueline," Hermione looked up, she looked at Jacqueline carefully, "you must wait for me at Hogwarts, and I will definitely come back."

Jacqueline looked at Hermione, she nodded very seriously, "You too," Jacqueline tightened her jaw with red eyes, "I'm here, waiting for you at Hogwarts."

Hermione looked at Jacqueline, who turned her head and ran away crying.

Jacqueline looked at Hermione's back, she looked up at the sky, and let out a long breath.I'm sorry, Granger, I might, I'm going to miss another appointment.

"What do you want me to do?!" At the last moment before the departure of the Hogwarts Express home, Jacqueline stopped Ron Weasley.

Weasley looked at him guardedly, "I'm telling you, I, I never hit a girl. The thing you just made Hermione cry again..."

"Forget it, Weasley." Jacqueline frowned, "I just want you, if one day I die, please move your gibbon-like limbs, and give Hermione a moment of forgetfulness." null."

Ron's eyes widened in disbelief, his mouth grew wide, and then he slapped him!

"Ron Weasley!" The wand in Jacqueline's hand slipped straight out, and she pressed Ron's throat, "Go see Dumbledore, Ron Weasley."

"And you are a coward! A selfish coward!" Ron roared with red eyes, "what qualifications do you have to decide everything for Hermione! Do you think she will be happy if she forgets you completely? She would rather spend the rest of her life Crying to miss the days when I had you, I would never want to completely forget you as a person!"

"And I would like her to go to my grave!" Jacqueline's eyes were flushed, "Do you know the feeling of going to the grave of someone you love? You know..."

"I don't know!" Ron yelled, "I'm not you! I'm not Hermione! Just like you don't know how many times Hermione cried for you, I don't know how Hermione felt when she went to your grave , but I know she will never be happy to forget you because you are dead. You don't know her, Jacqueline Graham! She is not like you, she is definitely not a coward trying to escape, she will Keep fighting! And if you die, she will work hard with your share!"

Jacqueline's eyes turned cold, and she moved the wand in her hand forward a few centimeters, "Ron Weasley, listen carefully, if Hermione loses a hair, I will Looking for you together with today's matter, by then, you'd better hope that you have already died in the hands of the mysterious man."

Jacqueline drew back her wand, turned and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows