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Those who leave first will never understand the pain of those who are left behind.

The death of James and Lily can be regarded as heroic. The moment of death is painful, but maybe their last thought before death is gratification, at least their son can live safely under the protection of blood.

But they will never know what their son will endure in the future.

Harry lived alone, maybe he had this idea: If I died at that time, would our family live happily in heaven, would I have parents, and I would no longer have to be afraid of Dudley.

Lily would never know what Snape went through.

Snape lived in remorse, paying, remedying, and repenting regardless of the cost, but he couldn't let himself go no matter what.Because no matter what he did, he couldn't hear Lily's I forgive you.

Those who are left behind will always suffer more than those who left first.Just like James, we never know what kind of blows and tribulations he has endured because of the death of his parents, which made him grow from a laughing and slapstick boy to maturity overnight.

Living is far more difficult than dying.

Snape began to be thankful that he had lived with Harry at the Potters' house.At least there are people here, at least there's life here, at least it's... not so quiet.

During the period when Harry was in a coma, he seemed unable to speak, and always sat quietly by the bed alone.I forgot to eat, forgot to rest, and forgot that I was still alive.Except leaving at noon every day and not coming back until midnight.He had to force himself to go to a Death Eater party.

His lover had to fight against the Death Eaters even if he became the living dead, but he had to bow his knees to the devil.

Now he has become Voldemort's new favorite, a big celebrity, and his dejected look as if a funeral has just been held at home seems to be particularly liked by Voldemort.Or maybe the monster was born to be a devil who likes to watch others suffer.

Dumbledore had also sent him word that Harry would be on a mission once he woke up, and that he would be appointed as the vanguard to strangle Voldemort.

Voldemort knew that Snape had been friends with Potter for a while, so of course, Snape was questioned and appointed as a member of the siege against the Potter family.Snape bowed deeply, thanking his Master for the opportunity.

Dumbledore asked him to work out a schedule for Harry to wake up and fall asleep, so that the plan could be implemented so that Harry would not miss the battle due to physical problems.Snape's hand holding the quill was shaking, and the ink dripped onto the parchment. He didn't understand why Harry was an important part of this battle, but he knew that Harry would definitely go.

On July 1980, 7, Snape wore a black robe and a hideous iron mask, and came to Godric's Valley with other Death Eaters.

Harry has woken up, he is in Potter Manor, and James is with him.

Lily had already been secretly sent away, and Doria and Charles were guarding her, and three other members of the Order of the Phoenix were protecting them.They stayed in a secret little house, even Lily herself didn't know where it was.

Lupine and several other members of the Order of the Phoenix are currently being led by Dumbledore, and they are divided into two groups. One team goes to Malfoy's house to get the diary, and the other team goes to Gringotts to steal the Holy Grail.

This is the real last stand.

Once it fails, the whole army is wiped out.

The Death Eaters stood in the night, as if death had come quietly, brandishing their sickles and mercilessly taking lives.

They were ordered to guard the perimeter of Potter Manor, and neither Lucius Malfoy nor he, the new favorite Death Eater, could follow the Dark Lord into it.

The Potter Manor was right in front of Snape's eyes, and it was as beautiful as a fairy tale, otherwise it would not have given birth to someone like Harry, who was just, passionate and beautiful.Its beauty had been engraved in Snape's mind since his first visit.

A masked man drew out his wand and pointed high above Potter Manor.A black and green light flew out, and the Dark Mark rose into the sky, covering the clean small building in Potter Manor under the Dark Mark.

Suddenly, a spell shot over, knocking down a Death Eater silently.They were ambushed.

He saw Sirius Black.He fought bravely, embarrassed but fearless.He dodged one curse after another, and finally, he met Snape.

Black seemed to hate the Death Eaters to the bone, his expression was ferocious, but with the pleasure of revenge.He looked at him with hatred, not knowing that he was Snape, a spy planted among the Death Eaters.

Snape's hand on his wand was steady, but his heart sank.He remembered that Sirius Black had fought for him, he remembered that his Animagus was a huge and imposing black dog, and he remembered that they had walked happily on the path to Hogsmeade.He remembered, he remembered that he and Sirius were friends.

Snape held his wand tightly, and sent out a deep front without a shadow!

"Where's Lily Potter?" Voldemort stood in the living room of Potter Manor, his snake face twisted slightly, and he smiled, "Excuse me—?"

Harry and James stood in front of Voldemort. The situation was deadlocked. James glared at him like an angry bull. "You'll never find her, I swear."

Voldemort lightly held the wand in his hand, as if these people were not worth his wand at all, he shook his head slightly, "Boys, you just need to tell me a location is enough."

James let out a loud sneer.

"Why can't we have a better way to solve all this?" Voldemort's blood red eyes narrowed, and he looked distressed, "Why do I always have to use force."

Harry clutched his wand tightly, he felt his palms sweating, and as soon as Voldemort's words fell, he quickly launched an attack!

Voldemort waved his wand, his snake face contorted, and grinned through his slit mouth, "Your child is doomed to die by my hands, Mr Potter. Think of his white skin, those young palms ——" He kept firing spells without affecting his disgusting words, and he sighed softly: "Like an angel!"

An invisible storm swept through Potter Manor, and there were constant explosions around them, surrounding them.Voldemort held his wand aloft, playing his melody like a conductor, "How can he fight me? How can he escape from me? That's a pure and innocent child who can't even spell. Why don't he Leave it to me directly, only in this way can he save him from suffering."

Voldemort always had so much to say at any given time!

James was almost mad with anger, and he stood up again under the spell in front of Voldemort's wand.Harry dodged to the side of the stairs, and gave James a sharp yank to dodge a deadly spell.

"...Avada Kedavra!" Harry roared loudly.

Voldemort seemed to wave his hand casually, and the death curse disappeared without a trace. He cast two spells in succession, and the stairs and even the floor were blown out of a huge pit.Harry and James flashed aside in embarrassment, his head buzzed, his head hurt from the blood, and the whole room seemed to shake.

The gloomy and hoarse voice sounded like a poisonous snake uttering a letter again, "Stupid boy, that's not how the Death Curse is used, it should..." The Dark Lord suddenly disappeared into a puff of black smoke , With a loud bang, his figure suddenly appeared behind them.He aimed his wand at James Potter, hissing out of his mouth, and he said in Parseltony, "Avada Kedevra—!"

His wand was pointed at James, and the green light rushed out of the end of the wand, heading straight for James!

"No—!" Harry's eyes widened in horror. He fell on the ground and threw himself at James to protect him behind him!

The Killing Curse sank into Harry's body, death, and only death could undo the curse.

"Ah... ah!" In the dimly lit little house, a shrill scream suddenly sounded. The woman hugged her stomach and fell off the chair in pain.

"Lily?!" Doria hugged Lily in panic, "What's wrong?! Chales, call someone! Quick!"

Doria looked at Lily's lower body, and her lips trembled, "The amniotic fluid broke...it's premature labor, it's premature labor!" She hugged Lily and turned around to look at the other three people who rushed in. Her voice was as loud as It was screaming: "She has to go to the hospital!"

The three male members of the Order of the Phoenix stood dumbfounded at the door. They saw Lily lying on the ground. The lively and strong young woman opened her mouth wide as if she was about to die, panting in pain, "No... no, we... …We have to stay here, You-Know-Who is hunting you all around, we can't-"

"She had a miscarriage!" Doria glared at them, "Do you want to watch her die in this room? Do you want to watch her die in pain here?!"

"Harry...!" James dragged Harry with difficulty, sporadically casting spells with his other hand.But at this time Voldemort did not intend to attack them. With a regretful smirk on his face, he admired the crying and crying of others.

James' eyes seemed to be blurred with tears. He tried to cast more fierce and cruel spells, but they all missed one by one. He cried angrily, but Voldemort seemed more cruel and happy the more he did this.

Harry fell to the ground straight, his eyes wide open, as if he was dying.Suddenly, his eyes moved.He blinked hard, and silently clenched the wand in his hand.

Everything was just like what he had experienced before, he was under the death curse, but was pulled back again on the verge of death.

His head turned to Voldemort, who hated him.He hated that monster.He ruined his family, his life, everything he loved!

Harry gripped his wand tightly and pointed it at Voldemort. There was no hesitation in his eyes anymore. The green eyes were no longer vivid and clear. Instead, they were filled with cold and intense hatred. He whispered: "Avada Kedevra— !"

The death curse hit Voldemort's chest. He looked at Harry in shock and opened his mouth as if to say something, but it was too late.He fell heavily to the ground, unable to move any more.

James didn't have time to worry about whether Voldemort was really dead, but came to Harry's side in a panic, his eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. He looked at Harry in disbelief, "You All right? Harry...Harry, we won!" He hugged Harry and laughed, "We won—!"

Harry also laughed, he nodded, moved his body as if he wanted to sit up, "Yes, I..." Harry had only spoken halfway, but he suddenly fell down, hitting the back of his head hard There was a loud, muffled bang on the wooden floor.

There was still some smile on Harry's face, and the excitement was still on James' face.James called his name, and he shook Harry hard, putting his hand under Harry's nose.

He yelled and pressed desperately against his chest, but there was no sign, no sign that he was alive.

On July 1980, 7, at 4:34 in the morning, Harry Potter died at the age of 20.

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Doria sat beside Harry, staring blankly at his youngest son's face.

His face was as pale as paper, with a hint of blue.

Doria stroked Harry's hand over and over again.His body was cold and stiff, but his right hand was still clenched into a fist—as if he were holding a wand.

why--

Her little son is so well-behaved and obedient, he is so kind and docile, he will always look at her with clear eyes.But why, why was such a sensible child pushed to death early by Merlin?

why why--? ! ! !

Doria tightly held her son's hand, tears welled up in her eyes.

She bent her back deeply and lay on her youngest son's hospital bed, weeping uncontrollably, as if she had aged more than 20 years overnight.

James stood behind his mother, stepped up and hugged her.

Why was she facing the news of her poor little son's death while everyone else was celebrating? !

Doria's meticulously combed hair was disheveled, and pain and sorrow were woven across her face.

Standing by the side, Charles broke away his wife's hand forcefully, and covered Harry's head with a white cloth.He said: "He has left us, Doria, he has left us."

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On weekdays, Professor Dumbledore always wore loose and fancy robes, but now, he was lying on St. Mungo's hospital bed in a white hospital gown, looking like skin and bones.

His eyes were no longer bright and sharp, and he was no longer alive. Too much pressure had crushed him, and too much bad news had worn away his vitality.His dead branch-like hand was placed beside him, and he had reached the last moment of his life.

Snape was standing next to him, wearing a long black wizard cannon like a mourning dress.His eyes kept looking out of the window, and the sunlight poured into the room through the glass window, but the warm sunlight seemed to never be able to erase the sadness in his heart.

Dumbledore looked at Snape standing beside him with a numb expression, and said with difficulty, "Severus, I want to see James' son."

Snape didn't move, he was still standing there as if he didn't know anything, he didn't hear anything.

Professor Dumbledore said again: "I want to see Harry."

Snape's body trembled suddenly, he turned around, and walked out of the ward stiffly.

It took Dumbledore a few days to salvage Snape's reputation by proving he was a spy working for the Order of the Phoenix.However, that prophecy was indeed told by Snape to Voldemort, and was forced by Dumbledore and Harry to betray the Potter family.

Facing the distraught Doria, Snape felt that he was the murderer.His lover was parked in the ward, but he didn't even have the courage to look at him for the last time.

He killed Harry.He killed the person he loved the most.

He sneaked into the nursery and carefully picked up James' son.

The little boy was sleeping. He was not weak like a premature baby, but was white and fat.He was sucking his thumb and falling asleep soundly.

His name was Harry, he had inherited his uncle's name, and his name was Harry Lily Potter.

Snape carried him back to the ward and sent him to Dumbledore's arms.

"Did Harry tell you," said Dumbledore, looking lovingly at the baby in his arms, "that he told you that he would not die?"

With a sore throat, Snape said dryly, "Yes."

"Yes, yes, he will not die, he will come back." A tired smile appeared on Dumbledore's old face, "He will live. He will live happier and happier, carefree growth, he will come to your Severus."

Snape's face was pale, his lips moved, "To get revenge on me?"

Professor Dumbledore stopped talking, he looked at Snape with sad eyes, he took a deep breath, "Yes, you killed him." He bowed his head and kissed the baby in his arms, "He will If you come back to take revenge on you, you have to live and wait for him to come to you for revenge. He will definitely."

"...why can't I be free?" Snape said, almost gnashing his teeth, "I betrayed them as you said! For this I lost Harry, I lost...everything! What else do you want? Calculated?" He looked at Dumbledore with cold eyes, "I'll give you all!"

Professor Dumbledore laughed happily. He pinched little Harry's white, tender and fleshy face, couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said, "You'd better wait. If you really love Harry as you said, haha Li, then you just wait for him, maybe a few years, maybe ten years, or you will definitely regret it."

The baby in Professor Dumbledore's arms moved restlessly, and he frowned, as if his fingers were no longer so delicious.He opened his mouth and babbled, and opened his eyes, his moist and bright brown eyes.

Dumbledore's smile instantly froze on his face, and his trembling hands stroked the little boy's head, but he was not mistaken, it was a pair of brown eyes like James.

The old man seemed to be hit by a fatal spell. He took a deep breath, looked at the baby in his arms, and suddenly said solemnly in a low and hoarse voice: "Harry has an astonishing secret. An amazing, wonderful secret, he won't die...he'll come back, I swear to you—I swear to Merlin." There was a jerk in his body, the old man's body convulsed, and the baby in his arms Sliding onto the bed, this famous old man told the last lie of his life at the last moment of his life, he grabbed Severus' hand: "I swear, Severus...wait, wait for him .”