94 hp Diagon Alley

, the hard ground, and felt the corners of his glasses that were knocked off when he landed on his temples.There was no pain anywhere on his body, and the place hit by the Killing Curse was like being wounded by an iron fist.He didn't move, maintaining exactly the posture when he landed, his right arm was turned outward at an awkward angle, and his mouth was opened wide.

He thought he could hear the cheers of victory, the celebration of his death, but the air was full of hurried footsteps, whispers, and eager whispers.

"Master...Master..."

It was Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke as if to a lover.Harry didn't dare to open his eyes, and only let his other senses explore the situation at hand.He knew his wand was still tucked under his robes because he felt it stuck between his chest and the ground.There is a soft feeling in the belly, which means that the invisibility cloak is still there and well hidden.

"Owner……"

"No problem," said Voldemort's voice.

More footsteps: several people step back from the same spot.Desperate to see what was going on, Harry opened his eyes a tiny slit.

Voldemort seemed to be rising from the ground.Several Death Eaters hurried away from him and joined the crowd around the clearing.Only Bellatrix remained behind, kneeling beside Voldemort.

Harry closed his eyes again, thinking about what he had seen.The Death Eaters had just gathered around Voldemort who seemed to have fallen.Something must have happened when Voldemort hit Harry with the Killing Curse.Did Voldemort faint too?It seems so.Both of them were in a coma for a short time, and now they are both awake...

"Master, let me—"

"I don't need help," said Voldemort coldly.Although Harry couldn't see it, he could imagine that Bellatrix withdrew his hand to help, "The boy... is he dead?"

There was silence in the clearing.No one approached Harry, but he felt all eyes were on him.These gazes seemed to pin him firmly to the ground, and he was afraid that his fingers or eyelids would tremble.

"You," said Voldemort, followed by a bang and a short scream, "go and check. Tell me if he's dead or not."

Harry wondered who Voldemort had sent to check.He could only lie there waiting to be examined, his heart beating violently, but he also noticed—although this did not bring him much comfort—that Voldemort did not dare to approach him rashly, and Voldemort suspected that the plan was out of order. error……

A pair of hands, hands that Harry hadn't expected to be so soft, touched Harry's face, opened his eyelids, reached under his shirt to feel his chest, felt his heartbeat.Harry could hear the woman's rapid breathing and feel her long hair tickle his face.He knew the woman could feel his life pounding against his ribs.

"Is Draco still alive? Is he in the castle?"

The whisper was barely audible.The woman's lips were only an inch from his ears, and she buried her head very low, her long hair covering his face and making those around him invisible.

"Yes," he replied in a weak voice.

He felt the hand on his chest tighten, the nails pinching him.Then he retracted his hand.She sat up straight.

"He's dead!" Narcissa Malfoy shouted to those around her.

Then they shouted, and now they started cheering and stomping, and through his eyelids Harry saw streaks of red and silver shooting into the air to celebrate victory.

Last battle

Harry lay on the ground and continued to play dead, but he knew it.Narcissa knew there was only one way for her to get into Hogwarts and find her son, and that was to go in with the occupying forces.She no longer cared whether Voldemort was victorious or not.

"See?" shrieked Voldemort over the uproar. "Harry Potter is dead at my hands, and there is no living man who can threaten me now! Look! Cruciatus!"

Harry had known this would happen, knew that Voldemort would not let him lie clean on the ground in the jungle, and would humiliate him in every possible way to prove his victory.Harry's body was lifted into the air, and he used all his willpower to keep himself limp. He thought it would hurt, but it didn't.Once, twice, thrice he was thrown into the air, his glasses fell, he felt his wand slip aside under his robes, but he kept making himself limp and lifeless.As he hit the ground for the last time, the clearing resounded with jeers and wild laughter.

"Now," said Voldemort, "we'll go to the castle and show them what has become of their heroes. Who's going to move the bodies? No—wait—"

There was another burst of laughter, and after a moment Harry felt the ground tremble beneath him.

"You hold him," said Voldemort, "he stands out and looks better in your arms, doesn't he? Hagrid, pick up your little friend. And the glasses - put them on him - have to be recognizable Get him out—”

Someone punched Harry's glasses in his face, deliberately rough, but the big hands that lifted him into the air were very gentle.In Hagrid's cradle-like embrace, Harry could feel Hagrid's arms trembling as he sobbed violently, and big tears splashed on him. Harry didn't dare to express to Hagrid with actions or words that everything was okay. Finish.

"Go," said Voldemort.Hagrid staggered forward, weaving his way through the dense bushes and leaving the Forbidden Forest.Branches caught Harry's hair and robes, and he lay motionless, his mouth limply opened and his eyes tightly shut.In the darkness, the Death Eaters gathered around, Hagrid cried loudly with his eyes closed, and no one took a closer look to see if there was a pulse beating on Harry Potter's exposed neck...

The two giants lumbered along behind the Death Eaters, and Harry could hear the woods crunching and falling as they passed.The noise they made was so loud that even the jeers of the Death Eaters were drowned out by the birds screaming into the air.The victorious team continued on towards the empty playground, and after a while Harry felt the darkness brighten through his closed eyelids and knew the trees were beginning to thin out.

"Bane!"

Hagrid yelled so suddenly that Harry nearly opened his eyes. "Satisfied now, eh, you don't resist, you cowardly bastards, eh? Are you happy? Harry Potter - dead - dead..."

Hagrid couldn't go on, and wept bitterly again.Harry didn't know how many centaurs were watching their procession, and he didn't dare open his eyes.Several Death Eaters were yelling insults at the centaur behind them.After another moment, Harry felt the fresh air and knew he was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Stop."

Harry figured that Hagrid must have been forced to obey Voldemort's orders, because he staggered.A chill settled down, and Harry heard the harsh breathing of the dementors patrolling the outskirts of the forest.They couldn't do anything to him anymore.The fact that he was alive burned like a fire in his heart, a magic weapon against evil, as if his father's stag had always been guarding him in his heart.

Someone walked by Harry, and Harry knew it was Voldemort himself, because he spoke immediately, his voice amplified by magic, and it resounded throughout the playground, making Harry's eardrums hurt.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he fled, and while you gave your life for him, he ran for his own life. We bring you his body to prove that your hero is indeed dead. "

"We've won. You've lost a lot of resistance. My Death Eaters outnumber you now, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. No more wars. Whoever stands up, men, women, and Child, shoot and kill, and all his family. Now, come out of the castle and kneel before me, and you will be forgiven. Your parents, your children, your brothers and sisters will be forgiven, live on, and you will enter with me into our The new world that will be built together.”

There was silence on the playground and in the castle.Voldemort was so close that Harry dared not open his eyes again.

"Come here," said Voldemort, and Harry heard him walking forward, and Hagrid was forced to follow.Harry opened his eyes just a tiny slit, and saw Voldemort striding ahead of them, the snake Nagini out of its magical cage, wrapped around his shoulders.However, it was impossible for Harry to draw out the wand hidden under his robes, otherwise he would be discovered by the Death Eaters, who were on either side, walking through the gradually brightening night...

"Harry," said Hagrid, sobbing, "oh, Harry... Harry..."

Harry closed his eyes tightly again.He knew that they were approaching the castle, and he pricked up his ears to distinguish the life information coming from the castle among the carnival sounds and heavy footsteps of the Death Eaters.

"Stop."

The Death Eaters stopped.Harry heard them parting, facing the school's open gate.Although he closed his eyes, he could vaguely feel the red light, which must be the light in the hall.He waits.Those for whom he had died would see him dead in Hagrid's arms any moment.

"No!"

The scream was terrible, because he had never imagined, never dreamed that Professor McGonagall could make such a sound.He heard the other woman laugh loudly and knew it was Bellatrix gloating at Meg's desperation.He squinted again and saw that the open doorway was thronged with people, survivors of the battle who had come to face the Conqueror on the front steps and witness the fact of Harry's death.