When the savior is no longer the savior

Surprised.

Snape frowned, "Ravens?"

"Teacher, Professor," Harry's voice was soft, but the disbelief in it was clearly revealed.He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, his eyes darting back and forth on the walls on both sides, "Did you hear any sound...? It was talking."

Snape looked at Harry without saying a word, until Harry, who was completely unresponsive, let go of his robes and began to reach out and press the walls on both sides as if checking for something, then he said, "Except for your voice, I didn't hear any other voices."

Harry didn't answer right away, he pressed against the wall, his eyes moved back and forth on the dozing portrait on the wall, and then he leaned sideways and put his ears on it, carefully looking for any clues.

But no, nothing, everything was calm and steady, as if he was just too tired so he had a little hallucination——

Is it hallucination?Harry asked himself, he would rather this was just a hallucination caused by his excessive pressure, but when he heard the voice, anxiety and panic had already quietly planted seeds in his heart, absorbed nutrients, and crazily grew.

"Ravens?" Snape said impatiently. "Come back with me now, or," his eyes flicked where Harry was looking, "give me a reason."

Concentrating on looking for the voice just now, Harry was a little absent-minded: "Professor, it's..."

"Tear... I'm hungry... It's time..." The voice suddenly sounded again.

It was exactly the same as before, so cold and murderous... It was exactly the same as in his memory.

Harry paled.

Not a delusion, definitely not a delusion, someone set the basilisk out—a Parseltongue, set the basilisk out!

But wasn't Voldemort the last Parseltongue?It is impossible for him to leave blood, the Dark Lord who pursues eternal life does not need an heir at all... No, no, there is no Dark Lord here, but other blood of the Gaunt family?But he checked, and the Gaunt family had completely declined decades ago, without even leaving a single bloodline... No.

Harry could feel his beating heart slowly stop.

A mass of coldness was stuffed into his heart, making him tremble uncontrollably.

... No, the Gaunt family did disappear completely decades ago, because all the members of the Gaunt family died, but who can say that it has this result, not because of Voldemort again?That evil, deranged lunatic... Because of the contract, because the relatives he cares about are all alive, so he didn't investigate, he didn't investigate...

Harry punched the wall hard, and the loud noise woke up the portraits on the wall, looking around in panic.

But at this moment, Harry couldn't care less, he didn't even care whether Snape yelled something at him behind him - he just ran, thinking about the girls' wash room on the first floor, which used to live in The ghost of Myrtle, where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is hidden.

Thankfully, there are no more students hanging out on the first floor of the castle near the curfew, so Harry who broke into the girls' wash room didn't face any screams about "perverts" and "perverts", but in a way, it wasn't good either. Where to - because at this moment, Snape was following Harry to the bathroom.

Snape, who was a step slower than Harry, didn't go into the washroom. He looked at the washroom with the words "washroom" on the door, and then he jumped in front of an ordinary sink almost in a panic, trembling—that's right , the child was trembling visibly with the naked eye.

What was it that made him panic so much?He'd never been a coward... Snape thought.This doubt even made him press the taunt that was about to exit, and only took two steps forward, paying close attention to the situation in the washroom.

Then he heard and saw—he could hardly believe what he heard and saw—a cold, evil hissing suddenly from the mouth of the child facing the faucet, and then a blinding white light from the faucet in front of him , Then, the faucet rotated, and the pool moved... Finally, a dark, deep water pipe that could allow a person to drill in was revealed.

The washroom was extremely quiet.

Snape looked at Harry in shock and suspicion, and Harry beside the water pipe - oh, he looked no calmer than Snape, he stood by the pool in a daze, as if he had been petrified In that way, every muscle from the hair on the head to the cheeks stiffened unnaturally, forming a frightened, bewildered, and deeply painful expression.

Such an expression imprinted in Snape's eyes, making his heart skip a beat unexpectedly.He cautiously inspected the water pipe that came out of nowhere, stepped forward a few steps, and stretched out his hand to support Harry—but before that, Harry moved suddenly.

He staggered backwards, with a panicked expression as if he had seen the most evil dementor. He retreated all the way to the wall, but the hard wall could not support his weak body, and he slid slowly and tremblingly onto the wall. On the ground, her pale lips trembled, as if a voice overflowed indistinctly.

Snape heard only a few broken sentences.

'How is it possible', 'Soul Movie'...

What means?He couldn't help thinking about it, but without revealing anything on his face, he just took another step and reached out with a bit of roughness to pull the child up on the ground.

He said sternly: "Look at your current appearance! Even if something really happened, what can you do with your current appearance?"

Harry's eyes turned to Snape.

Calm down, Harry, calm down.He said to himself desperately in his heart - only to find that you are still a Parseltongue - you are still a Parseltongue - the soul piece in your body has not disappeared...never disappeared...

Harry felt cold all over.

He will never forget how, after defeating Voldemort, after thinking he finally found peace and tranquility, how he found himself controlled by the soul tablet that was still in him years later, how he was on Godric's Hollow In front of his parents' grave, pointing at himself with the holly wand that accompanied him through battles again and again, he recited the "Death Curse" with a firm determination to kill himself.

How absurd that even against Voldemort - the wicked maniac who had ruined him and many, many others - the last chance Avada had that he didn't use should be against himself.

He killed himself without hesitation.

Only for the complete destruction of Voldemort.

But now, yet now...

Harry felt dizzy and had to use Snape's strength to keep his feet.But at the same time, he felt calmer, calmer than ever before.He felt as if he had been divided into two halves, one half was suffering in fear and pain, because the Parseltongue that he had been deliberately avoiding before was finally revealed—the soul piece that still remained in his body; the other half began to calmly calculate figuring out how to kill the basilisk, destroy the Horcruxes, and again—yes, again—

Kill Voldemort.

"Professor." The strength slowly returned to Harry. He stood up straight, pulled his arm out of Snape's palm, and opened his mouth to say something, but a blush suddenly appeared on his still pale face—— In an instant, a violent cough mixed with bits and pieces of blood foam, surrounded by burning pain, rushed out of his throat.

Harry froze.

Snape seemed to gasp, his curtain-like hair dangling, and he looked shaken—then, without hesitation, he twisted the troublesome, never-ending The imp strode toward the medical wing.

As said before, the time is approaching the curfew.

Pomfrey in the medical wing was wearing pajamas, and with obvious resentment from the quarrel, he waved his wand viciously to examine Harry who was sitting in the chair. Slowly, as the examination progressed, her anger gradually subsided, replaced by What's more is the seriousness and doubts that don't often appear on her face.

She mumbled something.

It was like talking to herself, Harry in the chair could only hear her say, "Why is it so serious all of a sudden?"

Then Madam Pomfrey put away her wand, ignored Harry, and walked towards Snape who was aside.

She whispered something to Snape.

Snape, who stood beside him with his arms folded, glanced at Harry, and then walked out of the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey.

They cover the door.

Harry didn't lean in to listen, even though it was about his body - oh, what else?The worst situation is that he will not have many years left, and he will die in pain...he will die eventually. There is no irreversible difference between 30 and teens.

As long as Voldemort doesn't show up again.

As long as Voldemort never reappears.

Harry relaxed into the chair.He clasped his hands together, looking sideways out of the window with a cold light that he would never show to anyone—any other person.

The door was pushed open again.

But this time, only Snape walked in.

"Professor?" Harry turned his face away, the coldness in his eyes had disappeared the moment someone came in.

Snape stood three or four steps away from Harry, looking as if he was meditating on something.Afterwards, he picked a chair opposite Harry and sat down, tapping the handle of the chair with his fingers: "Your body has suddenly deteriorated."

Snape picked such an opening.

Harry wasn't moved at all.

Snape continued: "Pomfrey asked me not to tell you, but this is your business, I don't think it's my business, what can I bear or not." His tone sounded quite indifferent.

But Harry smiled a little, and said, "…Thanks, Professor."

"I haven't done anything worthy of your thanks." Snape said, "Besides, in order to save your life for a few more days, you'd better not do anything that is exhausting or consumes a lot of your energy in the future. .Also," he paused for a moment, his expressionless face couldn't be guessed whether it was because he felt embarrassed about what he was about to say: "...too many emotional fluctuations are not allowed."

There was a few breaths of silence in the medical wing, so brief that Snape didn't even feel much, and then Harry's voice was heard again: "I see, Professor, what else?"

Snape's dark eyes were fixed on Harry's face, and he tried to find something from the other's face, either nervous, decadent, or bewildered.

But there was nothing on that face that still belonged to a child, only an unusual calmness.

It's as if what he said to him is just such a common topic as today's weather or evening class.

"...not anymore," Snape replied.He noticed that the child didn't even bother to ask about the possibility of recovery.

And there is only one kind of person who can do this.

A person who accepts fate and is afraid to fight.

Snape sensed the anger in his heart, and he couldn't bear it—couldn't bear the thought of this idiot brat—Merlin, he thought he was more or less mature, but in fact?He's even worse than an 11-year-old kid!

Such a thing—his body—how dare he be so casual?If he doesn't even care about himself, who can he expect to care for him?

... He doesn't even have a single relative who can care for him.

Back then, I finally...had a mother, didn't I?

"Don't you have anything else to say?" Snape's tone became nasty with anger and dissatisfaction.He knew the other party had noticed, because he saw Harry in front of him give him a slightly surprised and strange look.

Surprised and strange.Snape sneered inwardly.Then he heard him say, "No, actually, Professor, I have something important to say to you."

Harry said solemnly.At this time, there was no one else in the medical wing, and Bridges, who were supposed to be recuperating in the medical wing, did not know where they had gone, so Harry did not change places, so he simply said to Snape here: "Professor , I stopped in the corridor because I heard the sound. The reason you didn’t hear it is because I heard the sound of a snake.” He took a deep breath and held his cold hand, “I am a Parseltongue .”

The momentary shock that flitted across Snape's face wasn't much, because he had already noticed it when he heard Harry hissing the tap.

There was no question from Snape in the hospital wing, which made Harry slightly relieved, and he continued: "Professor, do you know the legends in Hogwarts? Things left by Slytherin. Chamber of Secrets .”

With a thoughtful gleam in Snape's eyes, he said, "Go on."

Harry said briefly: "There is a basilisk in Hogwarts, and its eyes can kill. Myrtle from decades ago..." At this point, he came to his senses and sighed wearily, "It's very I'm sorry, I messed up," he said, because there is no ghost of Myrtle in the girls' washroom on the first floor now.

"Decades ago?" Snape murmured.

Harry didn't pay attention, and continued: "This basilisk has been released now. It must have been imprisoned for thousands of years. It was starving and crazy. The sound I heard was 'hiss...flesh...ss...kill'," He imitated, and then saw Snape's unnatural expression, understood, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Then, he tried hard to distinguish, and repeated again in ordinary language: "Hiss... flesh and blood... hiss... kill"

"Torn...starved...it's time..."

Snape didn't speak for a moment.

After a moment, he said, "You mean, someone released a basilisk that was alive from Slytherin days and could kill?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"Why haven't there been problems before?" Snape asked.

Just as Harry was about to say Myrtle, he remembered that there was no such thing here, and he frowned a little irritably: "Because it requires Parseltongue, but the Gaunt family was decades ago—dozens of years ago. It disappeared years ago when the last of its clansmen died."

"Yes, the Gaunt family disappeared before I was in school." Snape was unmoved, "And you, Harry, you are Parseltongue."

Harry felt that Snape was about to say something, and his expression tensed up a little.

Sure enough, Snape looked at him, and then said softly and cruelly that something was wrong, "Now, tell me, the basilisk has come out, set free by a Parseltongue."

Harry straightened up in a jiffy, an offended rage on his face, and he looked like he was about to stand up at once - but the rage eventually faded away.

He sat down on the chair again, looking tired, and the disappearing anger seemed to take away all the strength in his body.Taking a deep breath, he said to Snape, "Professor, I want to see Headmaster Dumbledore. I can find a way," he said dryly, "to make him trust me."

Use his past memories.

——The most precious treasure hidden deep in his heart, eager to be shared by others, but unwilling to be appreciated by others.

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"Oh, oh... Severus, Harry." In the principal's office, Dumbledore was wearing a sky blue nightcap, and asked in a good-natured manner while wiping his glasses, as if he didn't feel that his rest was being disturbed Annoyed, "What's the matter? Let you come to me at such a late hour."

Harry repeated what he had just said to Snape.

Snape stood aside, his eyes fell on Harry many times, wondering how the other party wanted to persuade Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's expression became serious following Harry's narration. He looked at Harry with probing eyes and said, "The basilisk was released by a person who could speak Parseltongue, are you sure? Haha profit?"

Harry didn't take the time to argue with the other party that he was telling the truth. He said bluntly: "Professor, I take Veritaserum."

Snape, who was standing beside him, was taken aback, while Dumbledore's gaze became sharp and full of oppression.Behind the crescent-shaped lenses, his azure blue eyes shot like two sharp swords, piercing his chest and piercing into the deepest part of Harry's heart: "There are strict rules about the use of Veritaserum." Rules, Harry."

"I voluntarily, I can sign the magical declaration," said Harry.

Dumbledore was scrutinizing Harry, and after a while, he nodded slightly: "Severus, please bring me the potion."

Snape looked at Harry strangely.Such gazes were too deep and complicated, and Harry couldn't judge what Snape was thinking at this moment, but he could be sure that the other party was definitely not in a good mood at the moment——Snape's black robe was twitching as he strode away, At first glance it looked like a rolling black wave... and this only happened when he was impatient or unhappy.

Snape was out.

Harry looked away, feeling heavy.He wasn't sure whether his suppression at this time was because of the basilisk that appeared out of nowhere or because of Snape... Well, since when did Snape's actions start to affect his emotions?

…But there was no doubt that in this world, Snape had treated him very well.

...It almost surpassed the professor's love for his proud disciple.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, and the old man seemed to have returned to his usual kindness, "have a drink, you need to relax."

He waved his wand, and two cups of steaming milk appeared on the desk.

Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, thanked him and took a sip.

……

...the taste is actually not bad?Thinking about it, Harry couldn't help picking it up and taking another sip.

This time, the faint sweetness leaked from his throat to his stomach, and the rising warmth spread to his hands and feet, soothing his tense emotions like a pair of gentle hands, and made him relax a lot.

Dumbledore chuckled, and he winked at Harry: "Sometimes we can try something new, but sometimes it's reassuring to stick to the old one, isn't it?"

Harry smiled gratefully at Dumbledore - the old man who had lived for nearly a century was always so wise, and never hesitated to guide and educate him.

As he thought about it, the last bit of hesitation in his heart dissipated.

The door of the headmaster's office was opened again, and Snape returned with a small vial of transparent potion.

It's Veritaserum.

Harry realized it immediately.The stomach that had been warmed by the milk just now seemed to be filled with another stone, and it was heavy and uncomfortable.But he didn't give himself a chance to regret it.He stood up and took the potion in Snape's hand, uncapped the bottle and poured four or five drops into his cup, then he picked up the cup and drank all the milk in one go.

The taste of the liquid in the glass did not change.

But Harry could no longer find the feeling of being gently comforted just now.

Dumbledore waited for Harry to sit down and rest for a while before he said, "Do you think there is a basilisk left over from the era of the founder of Hogwarts in the castle?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"You think now, a Parseltongue has set the Basilisk out?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes." Harry said again.

"So," asked Dumbledore, "were you the one who set the Basilisk free?"

Harry's pale face flushed—yes, he had expected Dumbledore to ask this question when he drank the Veritaserum Potion. Prediction and hearing were two different things, but he still felt it uncontrollably. Anger and a feeling of being betrayed - far more angry than when he had been questioned by Snape.

For Dumbledore, the old headmaster, he seemed to understand, but he could never accept it.

Behold, in the past, he's been helping him and protecting him...in the past.

Harry's heart was a little cold, but no matter what he was thinking at the moment, the veritaserum in his body still faithfully performed its duties, forcing Harry to speak, although his voice was so dry and hoarse: "...it's not !"

The atmosphere in the principal's room did not ease because of this answer.

Dumbledore's expression was still serious: "So, do you know who released the basilisk?"

"Yes." Harry said.

"Who is it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Voldemort or his soul piece," Harry replied, taking a deep breath.

"Voldemort?" Dumbledore's expression was puzzled.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle," said Harry, "I am Lord Voldemort."

Dumbledore's expression immediately became ugly.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." He repeated softly, "Tom..."

"Go on, Harry," he said, "how do you know this?"

Harry paused.Even though the veritaserum in his body was frantically forcing him to speak immediately, he still paused.

Then he said, "I know because I've been through it."

The utterance of this sentence seemed to immediately touch the pause button of time.

The sound in the principal's room was completely removed in an instant, there was no voice, no bell, and even the sound of breathing between them disappeared.

After a long time, Fox's tweet broke the silence in the room.

Harry turned his gaze to the phoenix that had been perched on his perch. He no longer looked at Snape's shocked expression and Dumbledore's sharp eyes, but only stared at the bald, skinny one diagonally opposite him. skinny bird.

It's dying.thought Harry.

It was waiting to die, just like him.

But it can be reborn in the flames after all, and he... probably can only sleep forever in the dark.

It was hard to say what Harry was feeling at the moment.Perhaps there was no shortage of sadness and fear, but after all, he should have been like that...he should have been like that a long time ago.

"Harry." Harry heard Dumbledore's voice again.He heard the old man order: "I need you to elaborate."

Harry opened his mouth, he glanced at Snape first, and wanted to let him out, but then, he considered that if he was to say that he didn't care who knew his past memories, it would undoubtedly be Snape ——After all, at the beginning, they just hated each other, not as much complicated gratitude and guilt as he did to other people.

In addition, of course, after finally knowing everything, he was grateful to Snape from the bottom of his heart-but because of this, it seemed that he should let the other party know what happened... After all, Snape is very Take care of him without knowing that he was once the "Potter" he hated the most.

Thinking of this, Harry no longer tried to get Snape out, but obeyed the effect of Veritaserum, and simply talked about his past experiences.

He said the beginning of everything, and noticed that Snape was moved; he went on to talk about the arduous and heavy process, and saw the complicated light in Dumbledore's eyes; he finally said the ending that was not at all happy, and heard A long, dejected sigh from the bottom of my heart.

No one speaks anymore.

The atmosphere was so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe freely.

After a long time, Dumbledore said, "Severus, please go get Harry a potion to neutralize Veritaserum."

Snape frowned, he glanced at Harry, and left without saying anything.

Only Dumbledore and Harry were left in the office.

Harry didn't understand Dumbledore's plan, so he said urgently, "Principal, I think the sooner you kill the basilisk, the better. Its eyes, even if seen through glass and water, will turn people into petrification..."

"Harry," interrupted Dumbledore, "I believe the basilisk you speak of exists. But other..."

"Other?" Harry repeated, beginning to have a bad feeling in his heart.

"Yes, others." Dumbledore said, his hands were crossed on the table, his blue eyes behind the lenses flashed complicated lights, "what you said is serious, I'm not sure..." He paused , "It's not real."

"Not sure?" Harry whispered. "Is it real?"

He looked like he thought he had heard wrong.

But Dumbledore's heavy expression told him that everything he heard was true.

Dumbledore didn't believe him.

Not even Dumbledore believed him!

Harry felt that he was about to suffocate, his heart was squeezed hard by something, he panted heavily like a broken bellows, he stood up suddenly and leaned against the table, approaching the old man, painfully and desperately Shouting: "It's all true! Professor, it's all true! They—they—that—are hopeless!"

However, Dumbledore, the old man with a long white beard, just looked at him, with more guilt in his heavy expression: "I'm sorry, although I don't think you're lying."

Yes, yes, he didn't think he was lying.

But even so, he still didn't believe it—he still didn't believe that those things were true and they were about to happen!

What if even Dumbledore didn't believe it?

If even the greatest White Wizard of this century wasn't standing by his side...

He has no magic power.

He couldn't even fight to solve it himself.

Harry was very uncomfortable, his face began to turn abnormally red, he felt his chest was so tight that he wanted to vomit, he felt dizzy... He remembered what Madam Pomfrey asked Snape to convey .

For the sake of your own life, it is best not to have strong mood swings.

For the sake of my life... not now, not to pass out.Harry clasped his hands tightly, unaware that his nails had pierced the back of his hand.He sat back slowly, breathing deeply, though it made him even more dizzy: "Professor, at least the basilisk, about the basilisk, you have to..."

"Don't worry," said Dumbledore softly, "I'll take care of the basilisk. Besides, you're not looking well. I think you need to go to the hospital wing."

"There's nothing wrong with me!" said Harry roughly.He closed his eyes, trying to figure out why Dumbledore didn't want to believe it... He had already taken Veritaserum... everything he said was true... Dumbledore also said he believed he wasn't lying...

...Dumbledore was suspecting that he wasn't telling the whole truth?

... Veritaserum was not enough to convince Dumbledore of everything he said?

What other weight could he use to convince Dumbledore to trust him?

Dumbledore...not all a kind old man, the principal of a magic school, he founded the Order of the Phoenix, he has been fighting against Voldemort to protect the interests of Muggles and Muggle-born wizards... Besides being an educator, Still a leader.

Harry unexpectedly recalled the scene he saw in Snape's memory: Snape, who got the news that Voldemort learned the prophecy and decided to kill the Potter family, came to the only person Voldemort feared and asked him to protect him. The Potters...

How did Dumbledore respond?

"So, what can you give me in return?"

What can you give me in return?

Harry didn't feel suffocated anymore, he felt a chill rushing from the depths of his body to his mind, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

This old man known as "the greatest white wizard" defeated the first generation of Dark Lord and successfully stopped the second generation of Dark Lord - if there is only kindness and love, how can it be successful?

He is not a child anymore.

He only wondered why he only remembered Dumbledore's majesty and indifference in that scene at this moment.

...was it because Dumbledore never showed it to him?

Is it because the previous Dumbledore really did as he said, holding him carefully in his hand to love and protect him?

Until now, Dumbledore is still the greatest white wizard, the wisest old man, and the most trustworthy elder to him.

However, he has no meaning to Dumbledore.

He wasn't his golden boy anymore.

... what should he do?

How would he get a true leader to believe in him again?

What can he do...?

"I don't have magic power," Harry murmured, "I can't get my memory out..." The guilt that appeared on Dumbledore's face suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Could it just be that Dumbledore didn't quite believe what he said?No, it's not just that... Dumbledore knew just now, what he had to do, the only thing he could do...

A bolt of lightning flashed through Harry's mind, and he suddenly understood.

He understood everything.

Legilimency.

That evil, bad, but undoubtedly convenient and useful magic.

Voldemort's preference, like Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra.

Harry shuddered at the thought, his first reaction was disbelief - how could Dumbledore treat him like this?How could Dumbledore treat him like this!

But Dumbledore's guilty expression appeared in front of his eyes, lingering.

Harry felt that his heart had been broken and turned into an hourglass again. Although he tried his best to cover it up, those precious things still flowed out of his heart irreparably like quicksand... He was dizzy, and he heard the blood in his ear With a flowing voice, his lips trembled, and under the effect of Veritaserum, he spoke words that he might not have spoken in his entire life.

"Professor, how could you do this? How could you...turn your back on me?" He asked, his eyes filled with tears at this moment.

"Harry..." Dumbledore looked like he was about to say something.

But Harry had calmed down, and he raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, and said, "Legiliency, Professor, if this will make you believe me."

Dumbledore fell silent for a moment."It's a wicked spell, mind you," he said.

"But you do, don't you?" said Harry, "Professor Dumbledore. You know this... Voldemort, that madman, worse than all evil magic."

"Do you understand what you're talking about?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't think I've ever understood better than I do now." Harry twitched his lips and smiled.

Dumbledore's expression became heavy, but he didn't say anything, but raised his wand, and he confirmed, "Are you ready?"

"I don't think it needs any preparation," said Harry.Then he felt the disappearance of the office, and instead of appearing in front of his eyes, there were scenes of the past buried deep in his memory... when he was locked in a cupboard as a child... the days when he was bullied by Dudley and his friends... The stage of Hogwarts study...Cedric who died at the beginning...Sirius' fall into the curtain which represented the official start of the battle...Dumbledore's death...Snape's death...he saw it with the Soul Stone Yes, the appearance of his parents and Sirius after death... his final confrontation with Voldemort... and the final ending.

He was leaning against the grave alone, raising his wand alone...

Harry broke free from Legilimency.He slumped on the chair, his whole body covered in sweat, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, but he couldn't feel the ease of breathing.

He didn't make any resistance to the Legilimency just now.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

The old man was sitting behind the desk, still holding his wand in one hand, but he seemed to be frozen, and he just sat there for a long time without moving.

"My child," said Dumbledore, a tear spilled from the corner of his eye, down his crooked nose, down his cheek, and into his long gray beard, "I'm sorry, I really... terribly sorry."

Harry didn't speak.

He has nothing to say.

Finally, when Snape returned to the headmaster's office with the neutralizing potion of Veritaserum, Dumbledore had already left.

Harry sat on the chair with his legs tucked up, quietly, maybe