[HP] This deer is not a deer

... He stared at the flickering light of the wand he held in his hand.

Finally, the tunnel began to ascend, and Harry saw a long narrow light ahead, and the end of the tunnel into the Shrieking Shack was blocked by what looked like an old box.

The room over there was dimly lit, and Harry hid in the shadows, but he could still see Nagini, writhing and coiling in her protective shield as if underwater.Harry also saw a pale, long-fingered hand fiddling with a wand on the edge of a table.

Then, Harry's heart skipped a beat, and Snape was inches from where he was curled up and hiding.

They were talking, and Snape begged his Master, let him find him... catch him.

"I have a problem, Severus."

"Owner?"

Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, holding it delicately and gracefully between his fingers, as if holding a baton.

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

In the silence, the big snake coiled and hissed coldly.Voldemort's tone was calm, but he was angry, Harry felt it, and his headache was about to burst.

"...I just cast my usual wand. I am superb, but this wand... no. It didn't work the wonders it should.... I can't feel the difference." Voldemort repeated ,"no difference."

Snape didn't speak.Harry couldn't see his face, and it was dangerous, dangerous now.

Voldemort began to walk up and down the room, still talking in that unhurried voice as he paced.

"I've been thinking about this for a long time, Severus...do you know why I called you back from the battlefield?...you talk like Lucius, none of you know Potter better than I do... I know his weakness, one of his big flaws. He doesn't want to watch people get knocked out around him, and he knows it's all because of him. He'll do whatever it takes to stop it. He'll come of."

……

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

"I—I can't answer, Master."

"is it?"

The intense anger drove into Harry's head like a nail, and he stuffed his fist into his mouth to keep himself from screaming out in pain.He closed his eyes, and suddenly he was Voldemort, staring into Snape's pale face.

"...I have found a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand - I have taken it from its former owner. I have taken it from Albus Dumbledore's grave .”

Snape looked at Voldemort, his face was like a death mask, pale and frozen like marble, and he spoke like a living dead, "Master - let me find the boy -"

"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... "

"Master!" Snape raised 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 was unharmed, and then—the snake's cage rolled in the air, covering Snape's head and shoulders, and Voldemort spoke in Parseltongue.

"kill."

There was a terrible scream, Harry watched, he watched - the snake's fangs dug into Snape's neck.Snape feebly pushed the enchanted cage away, and fell to the ground with his knees limp.

"I'm sorry," said Voldemort coldly, and the cage floated up, and he left the room quickly without looking back...Blood gushed from the wound on Snape's neck.

The moment Voldemort disappeared, Harry opened his eyes suddenly. He had a splitting headache, but he crawled out quickly on hands and feet - he didn't know how he did it.

He rushed forward with ice-cold body and covered Snape's neck that was gushing out a lot of blood. He felt the pulse of the artery, and pressed his thumb tightly on the proximal end of the ruptured artery. Harry's pupils constricted and his other hand tightened. Then he strangled Snape's neck tightly—

At that moment, any emotion Harry felt, he seemed to want to do something to save it...but what could he do?Snape's wide-open black eyes saw him, and Harry panicked suddenly, a terrible panic spreading through Harry.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped behind him.

Harry saw Snape's pale face, saw those fingers trying to block the bleeding wound on his neck, Harry realized that his eyes were blurred with tears, and the invisibility cloak had already fallen off.Snape struggled to speak.Harry leaned over, and he 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..."

"Don't talk, don't talk...don't..." Harry begged him softly.

The blood flowing out of Snape's body was no longer. Harry pressed hard against the bleeding wound, but the blood from the wound couldn't flow temporarily, and Harry's hands were shaking.A silver-blue substance, neither gas nor liquid, rose from his mouth, ears, and eyes.Harry knew what it was, he stared blankly at—

An ampoule conjured out of thin air was thrust into his trembling hand by Hermione.

"No..." Harry lowered his head, muttering to Hermione in a low voice, "No, think of a way...Hermione, Hermione...think, keep him from bleeding..."

Hermione was frightened by Harry's terrified voice, she handed the bottle to Ron with trembling hands and feet, Ron squatted down to catch the remaining liquid, and the wand scooped up the silver substance into the bottle... Hermione held tight Biting his pale lips tightly, he tried to help Harry heal Snape's wound with his wand trembling.

Hermione looked at the bloody wound Harry had pressed on her.

"No...no..." Hermione's voice was full of crying, "It doesn't work...Harry..."

"Whatever it is!" Harry was on his knees, growling, "Potions, try them all! Quick!"

Hermione knelt down next to him in a panic, rummaged through the box to find the small bag she was hanging on her body, and took out a large pile of potions indiscriminately.

She trembled her lips, hardly recognized the potion, poured all available potions into Snape's mouth, Snape's breathing gradually weakened, Harry pressed the wound tightly, but he still felt the blood flowing Flowing slowly, Snape was still breathing and half-closed his eyes weakly.

Harry muttered blankly to himself, "Don't let him bleed—"

Hermione woke up suddenly, "Wound, bandage!" She pulled out her wand in a panic, pulled out the bandage from her pocket, moved closer to Harry, carefully followed Harry's hand bit by bit, the bandage tightly strangled his neck Stop, the blood stained the bandage red.

The wound continued to heal under the healing of the potion, and then opened quickly and was tightly strangled by the bandage. The blood penetrated the bandage bit by bit, slowly and painfully. Snape's face was turning purple, he was poisoned—— —

...the bottle was getting full, and Snape's eyes were getting hollower, and his grip on Harry's robes loosened feebly.

"Look... look... I..." he said softly.

The green eyes stared at the black ones, but a second later, the hand that was holding Harry fell to the ground, and Harry leaned over and murmured, "No...no...survive , please, stick to it, I know you can, aren't you a wizard? Survive..."

"I can't help it!" Hermione was crying.

Even if he didn't bleed, Snape wouldn't be able to live for long. Harry's face was as pale as a dead man's. He lowered his head so that no one could see his empty expression. But the voice was full of pleading, "...imagine a way...he needs a doctor, a therapist, Madam Pomfrey..."

Harry lowered his head, looking for all the ways in confusion, and growled, "DA... use DA's coin! Quick! Tell them to bring someone who can heal, whoever it is, nearby!"

Every minute and every second seemed to prolong infinitely... Harry was suddenly dazed, he found himself trembling with hatred in his heart at this moment.Why had he never stopped Snape?He would have had a chance... if, if, no, a whisper in Harry said, no, he knew, he wouldn't do it, because he thought Snape would expose him, he'd betrayed them !He killed Dumbledore!

However, at this moment, Harry was extremely blank, and the blood on his palm was warm.

It might be that Hermione's message was too frightening, they didn't wait long, it was really fast—someone arrived, it wasn't Madam Pomfrey, Harry saw a member of the Order of the Phoenix he didn't know well, and Lupine apparated beside them and immediately called out, "Harry — are you all right?"

Lupine and another strange member of the Order of the Phoenix rushed up quickly. Lupine first saw Harry kneeling and Snape lying on the ground, but he breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you—— "

"No—it's Snape, he, he's dying!" Hermione cried, "Quick! Take him away! Please! Please!"

Harry couldn't think of anything, and he yelled at them, "Help him!"

They glanced at each other, quickly took Snape from Harry's hand without asking Harry any questions, and Harry looked at them, watching them Apparate... disappearing from his sight.

Even though it only happened within a few minutes, he felt that a century had passed.

Harry stared blankly at where Snape had disappeared.

The suddenly empty Shrieking Shack fell silent, and that left Harry blank, chilled by the emptiness.

"Harry?" Hermione was calling their names cautiously and fearfully, and Ron held him tightly by the shoulders, as if afraid of him doing something unpredictable.

Harry regained consciousness reluctantly, he couldn't get out of here yet.

Ron thrust the bottle into his hand, and looking down at the bottle full of blue liquid, he said, "Let's go."