[HP] This deer is not a deer

Maybe it was dangerous, a trap, a voice called out in Harry's heart, but he followed, and the doe continued to walk leisurely through the woods. Soon, the bright body was printed on the thick black tree trunk. stripe.It led him further and further into the forest.

At last the doe stopped and turned its beautiful head to Harry again.Harry rushed over, and just as he opened his mouth to ask, it disappeared.

Though darkness had engulfed it whole, its bright image was imprinted on his retinas, blurring his vision.

"Lumos!" he whispered, and the tip of his staff glowed.

The image of the doe faded away with each blink of Harry's eye.He stood there listening to the sounds of the forest, the distant snapping of branches, the soft rustle of the night snow.Something flickered in the fluorescent light of his wand, and Harry turned sharply. It was just a small frozen pond.He held his wand up and looked, the cracked black surface gleaming.

The ice reflected his deformed shadow and the light of his wand.Something else was shining under the gray ice, a big silver cross... a sword with a ruby ​​gleaming on the hilt... Gryffindor's sword lay at the bottom of the pool in the forest.

Harry looked down at it. How could it be lying in a pond in the forest, so close to where they were camping?Harry couldn't understand it, but he had to.

He raised his wand. "Torn apart."

A bang pierced the silence like a bullet: the ice surface cracked, and large gray ice blocks swayed on the water.

Harry undressed stiffly, he took a deep breath, he had to have... He jumped into the water, the water made every pore of his body scream in protest, the air in his lungs seemed to freeze, Biting ice water up to the shoulders.He could hardly breathe, and he was shaking so badly that the water shook him to the bank.He searched for the sword blade with his numb feet, only wanting to dive once.

Harry gasped and shivered, delaying the moment of immersion second by second.

He dived into the water, and the piercing cold tormented him like fire.His mind seemed to freeze as he dived to the bottom of the pool in the dark icy water, reaching for his sword with his arms outstretched.Fingers caught the hilt, and he drew it up.

Suddenly, something tightened around his neck, and he raised the hand that was not holding the sword to try to tear it off. It was the chain of the Horcrux hanging around his neck, and it was slowly tightening, slowly Slowly strangle his windpipe.

Harry kicked hard, trying to push himself out of the water, but only bumped into the stone wall of the pond.He thrashed, struggling to breathe, clutching at the tightening chain, but his frozen fingers couldn't push it away... Harry was getting more and more suffocated, his eyes were closed tightly, he was drowning, there was no hope I can't do anything anymore...

His mind gradually blurred, he seemed to see something... Harry finally closed his eyes, he almost passed out, but he still had a little feeling, a hand grabbed him firmly, trying to lift him up Pulling... suddenly loosened again, as if something fell beside him, and stuck to his cheek coldly.

Soon, he suddenly felt cold all over, and his breathing suddenly became much easier. He was breathing rapidly and shortly. Harry vaguely felt that he rose from the bottom of the water into mid-air, and someone followed him... Who was it?Harry's eyes were closed, his mind was getting more and more blurred, his eyes were heavy, it seemed that someone was stroking his cheek in his drowsiness, he was holding him tightly... it seemed that something was kissing his cheek lightly.

The hand that caressed his face, wiped the cold water off Harry's face...

He stared at the unconscious Harry and finally put him on the ground.

Not far from Harry, Ron lay unconscious, drenched, clutching the Gryffindor sword.

In the cold forest, in the darkness, Snape appeared untimely, looked down at Harry in his arms, and stretched out his hand to forcefully pull off the Horcrux that was still tightly wrapped around Harry's neck.

He put him aside, put down the Horcrux, turned around and slowly disappeared into the dark forest...

Until Harry woke up, he was coughing, retching, drenched all over, his eyes were blurry, he was still wandering and trying to remember something... He always felt as if he had lost something, Harry's eyes were blurred. Blurred, he remembered... something was kissing his cheek, what was it?Harry couldn't remember, he just felt his cheeks go cold and the tears blurred his eyes.

Why is he suddenly sad?Harry doesn't know, he doesn't know, he hasn't been like this since he fled...

Not far away, another person was panting, coughing, and staggering around.All Harry could do was raise a trembling hand to his throat and feel where the locket had been squeezed into his flesh.The locket is gone: someone cut it for him.At this time, a panting voice sounded above his head.

"Huh, Harry? Are you all right?"

Harry shivered violently and staggered to his feet.Before him stood Ron, clothed but soaked, with his hair sticking to his face and Gryffindor's sword in one hand.

He was dazed for a moment, Harry came back to his senses, Ron gasped and picked up the Horcrux that had fallen beside him, and said, "Damn... I thought we were all going to die down there, and then you woke up ? Why didn't you take it off when you jumped?"

Harry couldn't answer, he was shivering with cold, grabbed the pile of clothes that were still lying by the water's edge, and pulled them on his head one by one, staring at Ron, who was so glad that Ron was back-- As for the terrible sense of loss in his heart, most of it was also driven away, and he left that sadness for a while, but Harry still wondered, did Ron jump to save him?or who?He seemed to be floating in mid-air...

"It's — it's you?" said Harry finally, teeth chattering, his voice weaker than usual because he had nearly strangled him.

"I jumped in to save you," said Ron, looking a little flustered, "but halfway through the swim I started to lose strength, it was too heavy... I couldn't breathe, I remember I was unconscious... it wasn't you who woke up gone?"

Harry didn't answer Ron. Someone had apparently rescued them, and Harry asked again, "You—you called the doe?"

"What? No, of course not! I thought it was you!"

"My patron saint is the stag."

"Oh, by the way, I think they look different, without horns."

He didn't want to think about these problems anymore, Harry hung the leather bag Hagrid gave him around his neck, put on the last sweater, bent down to pick up Hermione's wand, and looked at Ron again, "Welcome back, I think Really? You're back?"

"Um, yes." Ron was a little awkward.

"Oh, yes, I fished it out." Ron showed Harry the sword to examine. "That's what you jumped for, wasn't it?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I don't understand. How did you come here? How did you find us?"

"It's a long story," said Ron. "I've been looking for you for hours. It's a big forest, isn't it? I was trying to sleep under a tree until daylight when I saw the deer come running up." , you follow behind."

"You didn't see anyone else?"

"No," said Ron, "I—"

He hesitated, looking at the two trees next to each other a few meters away.

"—I seem to see something moving over there, but I'm running towards the pond, because you jumped down and didn't come up, so I don't want to detour—!"

Harry was already running to where Ron pointed, two oak trees growing close together, with a gap of just inches at eye level, a good place to steal without being noticed.

But there was no snow around the roots, and Harry saw no footprints.

"The one who summoned the Patronus must have put it in," said Ron.

The two looked at the exquisite silver sword, the hilt inlaid with rubies shone slightly in the fluorescent light of Hermione's wand.However, Harry felt that his breath was getting lighter little by little, as if something had settled in his heart, and a strange hope slowly rose again, like smoke, but he didn't want him to disappear...

Why?why why?No, Harry decided to bring his attention back, they were going to use the Gryffindor sword to smash the Horcruxes, and then move on, he shouldn't be thinking about this at this time, yes, move on... Harry murmured in his heart Muttering to himself, calming down bit by bit.