94 hp Diagon Alley

The bond of life!How succinct, how crisp, don't waste any more lives, and entrust this dangerous task to a boy who is destined to die. His death will not be a disaster, but another blow to Voldemort.

Dumbledore knew that Harry would not run away, knew that he would go to the end, even though that was his end, because Dumbledore had tried to understand Harry.isn't it?Voldemort knew, and Dumbledore knew, that once Harry found out he had the strength to stop him, he would not allow others to die for him.The scene of piles of corpses and countless wounded people lying in the auditorium crowded into Harry's mind again, making him breathless for a moment: Death can't wait...

But Dumbledore had overestimated him.He failed and the snake was still alive.Even though Harry was killed, there was still a Horcrux that bound Voldemort to the earth.Of course, that means it's easier for others to get it.Who would do it, he wondered...Ron and Hermione must have known what needed to be done...that's why Dumbledore wanted him to reveal the secret to them both...that way, if he had realized his real fate, they can go on...

Like rain on a cold window, these thoughts slammed into the hard, undeniable fact that he had to die.I must die.Things have to end.

Ron and Hermione seemed far, far away, in some distant country.He felt that he had been separated from them for a long time.Don't say goodbye, don't explain, he's already made up his mind.It was a journey they could not travel together, they would try to stop him, it would be a waste of precious time.He looked down at the warped gold watch he got for his seventeenth birthday.Nearly half an hour had elapsed since Voldemort's allotted time for his surrender.

Harry stood up, heart pounding against his ribs like a mad bird.Maybe it knows time is running out, maybe it decides to finish the beating of a lifetime before it's over.Without looking back, Harry closed the office door.

The castle was empty.He strode along alone, feeling like a ghost, as if he were dead.The framed portraits remained empty, and there was an eerie silence throughout the school, as if all remaining life had gathered in the Great Hall, where the dead and mourners crowded.

Harry put the Invisibility Cloak on and walked down the stairs, finally up the marble staircase to the entrance hall.Perhaps, in a small corner of his heart, he hoped that someone would sense him, see him, and stop him, but the cloak was as perfect and impeccable as ever, and he walked to the door easily.

Suddenly, Neville almost ran into him.Neville moved in one from the playground with another.Harry looked down and felt another blow to the heart: Colin Creevey.He's not old enough to have sneaked back like Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.There was a large puddle of blood on his chest, and his pupils were a little dilated.

"Listen, Neville, I can carry him alone," said Oliver Wood, carrying Colin on his shoulders like a firefighter into the auditorium. "Katie will find a way to make him a priority."

Neville leaned against the door frame for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.He looks like an old man.Then he descended the steps again, into the darkness to look for other wounded—or dead bodies.

Harry took one last look at the entrance to the Great Hall.People were walking around, comforting each other, drinking, kneeling beside relatives and friends, but he couldn't see a single person he loved, not Hermione, Ron, Ginny and the rest of the Weasleys, nor Luna.He felt that he was willing to exchange all the remaining time for seeing them one last time, but if that was the case, would he still have the willpower to look away?It's still better.

He descended the steps and out into the night.It was almost four in the morning, and the deadly silence of the playground seemed to be holding its breath, waiting to see if he would do what he had to do.

Harry walked over to Neville, who was bending over the other body.

"Neville."

"My God, Harry, you almost scared the hell out of me!"

Harry had already taken off the Invisibility Cloak.The idea came out of the blue because he wanted to be sure.

"Where are you going alone?" Neville asked suspiciously.

"It's part of the plan, too," said Harry, "I'm going to do something. Listen to me—Neville—"

"Harry!" Neville said with a sudden look of horror, "Harry, don't you want to hand yourself over?"

"No," Harry lied casually, "of course it's not...something else. But I may be missing for a while. Neville, you know Voldemort's snake? He has a very large snake... ...called Nagini..."

"I know, I've heard... what's the matter?"

"It has to be killed. Ron and Hermione know, but in case they—"

The possibility was so dire that he was momentarily breathless and unable to go on.But he picked himself up again: it was crucial, he had to keep his head like Dumbledore, make sure there was a replacement, someone else to get the job done.Dumbledore died knowing that there were still three people who knew about the Horcruxes, and now that Neville was replacing Harry, there were still three people who knew.

"In case they're - busy - and you have the chance to -"

"Kill the snake?"

"Kill the snake," Harry repeated.

"Okay, Harry. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Thank you, Neville."

Harry turned to leave when Neville grabbed his wrist.

"We'll all keep fighting, Harry. You know that?"

"know me--"

The feeling of suffocation made the second half of the sentence choked in his throat, and he couldn't continue.Neville didn't seem to notice Harry's strangeness.He patted Harry on the shoulder, let him go, and walked off to look for other bodies.

Harry put the cloak back on and walked on.Not far away, someone was moving, bending over to check a figure lying on the ground.Harry recognized Ginny when they were a few paces away.

He stopped abruptly.Ginny leaned over to comfort a girl who whispered for her mother.

"It's all right," Ginny said, "it's all right. We'll just take you in."

"But I want to go home," the girl whispered, "I don't want to fight anymore!"

"I know," Ginny said, her voice choked up, "it will pass."

Waves of chill ran over Harry's skin.He wanted to shout into the night, he wanted Ginny to know he was here, he wanted Ginny to know where he was going.He wanted to be stopped, dragged back, sent home...

However, he is at home now.Hogwarts was the first and best home he had ever known.He, Voldemort and Snape, the abandoned boys, all found a home here...

Ginny knelt beside the wounded girl now, and took her hand.Harry forced himself to go forward with great perseverance.He seemed to see Ginny look around as he passed, wondering if she sensed someone walking by, but Harry didn't speak or look back.

Hagrid's cabin emerged from the darkness.There was no light, and there was no sound of Fang scratching and barking at the door in welcome.To see Hagrid so many times, the brass kettle gleaming on the fire, the rock cakes, the giant grubs, and Hagrid's big, unshaven face, Ron spitting out slugs, Hermione helping Hagrid Save Norbert...

Harry walked on, and now he was at the edge of the forest.He stopped.

A pack of dementors was wandering among the trees, and he felt their chill and wondered if he could get through safely.He no longer has the strength to summon the Patronus.He could no longer control his trembling body.It seems that death is not so easy.Every second of his breath, the smell of the grass, the feeling of the cool breeze on his cheeks, is so precious.Thinking that others still have many, many years to squander, so much time that it is almost impossible to pass, but for him, every second is so hard to let go.He thought he couldn't go any further, and at the same time knew he had to.The long game is over, the Snitch has been captured and it's time to get out of the air...

Snitch.His feeble fingers fumbled for a moment in the leather pouch hanging around his neck, and then he pulled it out.

I open at the end.

Harry stared down at the Snitch, breathing fast and heavily.Now he hoped that the time would pass as slowly as possible, but time seemed to speed up, and he seemed to suddenly see the light without thinking about it.This is the end.it's time.

He pressed the golden metal surface to his lips and whispered, "I'm going to die."

The metal casing cracked.Harry lowered his trembling hands, raised Draco's wand under the cloak, and said softly, "Lumos."

Among the snitches that split in two was the black stone with a tooth-like crack in the middle.The cracks in the Resurrection Stone run straight down the symbol representing the Elder Wand, while the triangles and circles representing the Invisibility Cloak and the stone are still legible.

Harry had another epiphany.It was no longer important to raise the dead, for he was about to be one of them.In fact, it was not he who was calling them, but they were calling him away.

He closed his eyes and turned the stone three times in his hands.

He knew there was a result, because he heard slight movements around him, like some weak bodies moving on the mud scattered by the branches outside the forest.He opened his eyes and looked around.

He saw that they were neither ghosts nor flesh and blood.he