[HP] Harry and the Platypus go to Gringotts

When she awoke she could feel the hollowness inside.It wasn't hunger, even though I hadn't eaten for almost a day.It was a coldness, a void, as if all positive emotions had been taken away, and there was no way to be happy anymore.Harry's back was hurting, and it seemed like someone had sneaked up on her from behind in the confusion of memories.The bruises will fade one day, but the hole in my heart cannot be filled.Wake up and open your eyes.She ordered herself.Wake up quickly, or it will be too late.

"Potter!" The voice made her feel noisy, but she was relieved, "Are you all right?"

"— Granger?"

Harry pushed back the covers and sat up, noticing that he was still wearing the full suit he had put on in the morning, which now looked like he had rolled in the mud.She looked around to see Weasley lying on the bed next to him, his wounds well bandaged.It was pitch black outside the window, and there were no dementors, or the silver animal she had seen before she passed out...

"Where's Black? Is he still alive? Dementors—"

"Listen to me, after Peter Pediru appeared, you asked me to take Ron and Professor Snape, who was knocked unconscious by us, back to heal his injuries. I did so. After all, this is between you and Black. Really , I did exactly what you said." Granger took her shoulders and pushed Harry back to the bed, her voice suddenly became very serious, like a doctor holding a family meeting in the intensive care unit, "Since Ron We walked very slowly because of a broken leg. When we were almost at the castle, I saw all the dementors converging towards the Whooping Willow, intending to leave Ron in the Great Hall and find the Headmaster—"

"The headmaster saved us?" She remembered being nearly killed by the group of dementors, but something drove them away.

"No, it's Professor Snape." Granger said, "He woke up halfway, and I begged him to help you..."

"He hates my dad, and he hates Black!" How could Snape listen to Black's explanation of the truth?

"I'm sorry, I didn't think of this at the time, I didn't think so much..." She shouldn't have spoken in this tone, and the girl's eyes instantly turned red, "He summoned a—I think it was a deer—to shoot Retired the dementors. Then he tied up Black and told me to take you here. Madam Pomfrey took good care of Ron's wounds, and I went to eavesdrop in the hallway after he fell asleep, Ministry of Magic The Minister came and he talked to Black...he thought Black was talking crazy. We tried to testify against Black, but Professor Snape said Ron and I were bewitched by Black's magic - they were going to execute Black."

execution.This short word is like a drop of ice water dripping on the face.Harry blinked, feeling dizzy. "What time?" The wall clock in the ward showed that it was 5 minutes before midnight.

"The dementors are coming at midnight, and they want to give Black the dementor's kiss." Granger sobbed softly, "I'm really sorry, Potter, I just wanted to help..."

Harry brushed her hand away. "No, it's my fault. I was too careless and let Wormtail run away. Things have developed to this point, and there is no way to recover." 5 minutes, 5 minutes I can't change anything.It's too late, she's waking up too late—and soon, everything she's come close to having is about to be lost.

"That's not the case, you still have a chance." No one noticed when the speaker appeared in the ward.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Granger stood up from the chair beside the bed.

"All you need now," said Dumbledore slowly, his light blue eyes looking from Harry to Granger, "is just more time."

Harry just felt at a loss, but Granger seemed to understand. "Oh." Her still teary eyes widened.

"Now, pay attention." Dumbledore said, his voice was very low, but it was also clear, "Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick's room, which is the No. 13 window from the west tower. But remember one thing, Not to be seen. Never-not-can-to-be-seen." With that, he turned and left, as suddenly as he had come, when Harry heard the lock snap.The door to the medical room was locked.

"What did he mean?" Seeing Granger fumbling to pull out a long, delicate gold chain from his neckline, Harry suddenly understood. She had seen this thing in a book, "Time-Turner— — no wonder you can take all the courses at the same time." She jumped out of bed and pulled on her boots hastily, "Lend it to me, Granger."

Granger was about to put the chain around both of their necks, and she seemed surprised to hear Harry say that, but she undid the chain anyway and placed the timer in Harry's open palm. "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"You've done enough for me. If I hadn't taken you to the Forbidden Forest, you and Weasley shouldn't have been involved, and you both got hurt because of me," Harry said, " I'll just stop Wormtail in his escape, it's easy. Once I catch him, I'll bring him back to the Minister, and Black will go free." Once he's caught, she'll kill him. This lying beast.Harry kept the words to himself, and she could even smile back at the girl in front of him, "You look tired, I'll take care of the rest. Go to sleep, Granger, and good night. Look , it's already midnight."

After two laps of the timer, the next thing to do is to wait patiently.Harry avoided the others and hid in the Forbidden Forest. After a while, he saw himself and Black emerging from the hole in the Whomping Willow two hours ago, with Wormtail following behind in human form, with handcuffs on his hands.They stopped, and it was Black talking to himself, and Harry remembered every word he said.Blake told her he was her godfather, he said they could have a family when they were cleared... Was it her joy at the time that brought the dementors?Perhaps the answer to this question will never be known.

Harry saw dementors gathering from all directions, and Wormtail took the opportunity to slap himself on the back with the handcuffs when he was trying to shield Black two hours ago.He transfigured with her wand, and ran this way—

"Obstacle! Obstacle!" The first two spells failed, "Obstacle—" Hit!But it's not over yet. "Torn apart."

The mouse fell down screaming.

A third of its neck was cut open by the Cutting Curse, blood gushing out, Wormtail twitched in pain, black and red blood dripped from his beard within a few seconds.Such a small mouse has so much blood in its body.Wormtail rolled its wet eyes to look at Harry, begging her for help.Does he still recognize who he is?If he could still speak human language at this moment, what would this guy say to her?Was he going to repent desperately again, begging Harry to save him, or was he going to cry and beg her for mercy, and put a cutting spell to put an end to all the pain?In fact, the Killing Curse is better, it makes people die more cleanly - this is mercy, a mercy that Wormtail does not deserve.

Harry stepped forward. "I thought that the person who betrayed my parents would have the most evil eyes, and it turned out that you don't look anything special at all... I admit that you are really ugly when you are a human being, but you let me down, Peter, you are a poor monster , but disappointed me. You said you knew you were wrong, and you wouldn't run away—Peter, you shouldn't have lied to me, and you shouldn't have pleaded with me, because I never forget." She said to Wormtail, "I The enemy will not be forgiven."

Harry just stood there watching it tremble and convulse.After the blood pooled into a small pool, the mouse finally died.Yes, it was just a regrettable accident.She accidentally injured the deformed Peter Pedilu by mistake while chasing him, and when she transformed him back into human form, she was unable to save his life.Harry knelt down and said the spell that Sirius had cast on Wormtail.

— nothing happened.There was nothing wrong with her spell, but it had no effect either.

"No." Harry murmured blankly, "No, no."

Why?Why is this the result?I don't want it to be like this, I just want Wormtail to be punished and his dead body to clear Black.I just want... just... just...

Sirius, she thought, he is my godfather.Tears welled up, and suddenly Harry was crying, shaking all over.It was her fault, she destroyed the evidence of Sirius' innocence... But she didn't know, she didn't know that the restoration spell didn't work on the dead Animagus.If she knows.Then there was no way Wormtail would be left bleeding.

God, please, bring him back to life.Harry folded his hands over the dead mouse, almost praying.But God, as always, never listened.Wormtail's body seemed to have begun to stiffen.

I should tell Sirius and Dumbledore the truth, and admit that I killed the last chance of redemption by torturing the treacherous traitor.thought Harry.But what would she say?Call yourself a reckless fool, a vicious murderer?She stood there, watching from afar as the dementors surrounded Sirius and herself, and then Professor Snape rushed over with Granger.Snape waved his wand, and a beautiful silver doe jumped out from the tip of his wand.It left him and galloped across the black lake, ducking its head at the horde of dementors, who backed away, crumbled, and disappeared into the darkness...

After Snape and Granger were far away from the Whomping Willow and finally out of sight, Harry bent down to pick up the dead mouse and walked towards the gamekeeper's cabin.There were no lights in the room—the results of the trial were out this morning, and the committee had decided to execute the hippogriff at the end of the month—and Hagrid must have gotten drunk at the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade.Every time he felt that he had failed the class, he would go there and get drunk with whiskey, and he would not come back reeking of alcohol until the next morning.

"It's me, Buckbeak." She untied the hippogriff. "I've brought you supper."

"—Stand back!" The spell blasted the office windows.

"Why, why..." Sirius dodged the flying glass shards, and looked at the Hippogriff in front of him in surprise.

"Come on, quick," said Harry, stretching out his right hand, and Sirius grabbed her arm.She pulled him up Buckbeak's back, "You have to get out of here, now, right now. The dementors are coming."

She directed Buckbeak to land on the battlement at the top of the west tower so that he could slide off the hippogriff. "This hippogriff - it's called Buckbeak, like you, you will be executed if you stay at Hogwarts, so I stole it." Harry said to Sirius as simply as possible. Instructions, "His master is drinking in Hogsmeade, and the tavernkeeper can confirm his alibi, so you don't have to worry about hurting anyone, let's go." She urged, "Hurry up, get away as far as possible." , and don't stop until they can't catch you."

Sirius was still watching Harry. "How can I thank you, Harry? You don't know how brave you are, you are—you really are your father's good daughter."

You go ask Wormtail if I am Daddy's good daughter. "I don't want to be brave. I'd rather have my dad around, cry out when I'm scared, and leave the mess to him."

"...We will meet again, soon. I promised you to live together, as long as the limelight of the search passes—one year." Sirius assured her, "One year at most, and I'll be back."

"One year," Harry murmured and repeated, before tiptoeing to kiss him on the cheek, wishing him good luck.

Send Sirius away, there are still 10 minutes left.She climbed into the castle through the window of the owl hut in the tower and ran as hard as she could towards the hospital hospital just in time for Dumbledore to draw his wand and lock the door with a spell. "Ah, you're back, Harry," he said quietly, letting her in.Harry ran back to the ward, Weasley was still asleep on the bed, Granger was sitting on the edge of the bed, and turned his head when he heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

Harry forced a smile at her. "It seems that I said good night a little too soon."

"You're back safe and sound! How's things going?" Granger asked urgently.

"Well... I didn't catch Wormtail, but Sirius left with Buckbeak, and they're all fine." She handed the time-turner back to the girl, "Sorry, Granger, I have to do it first." After cleaning it, I feel dirty and uncomfortably..."

Harry washed his hands and face in the bathroom.If she told him the truth about Wormtail's disappearance the next time they met, would Sirius blame her?No, he escaped from prison just to protect my safety, he won't hate me.She told herself that as she scrubbed the caked stains on her hands.I'm his best friend's only daughter and I'm his goddaughter.If necessary, I can kneel at his feet, admit my fault, and beg forgiveness.He will surely forgive me if he sees the tears rolling down my face.

Yet she could never forgive herself.

The clear water washed away the mud and blood, but no matter how hard you wiped, the sorrow couldn't be washed away.Harry had no choice but to give up, she turned on the faucet, opened the curtain and walked out with weak steps.Granger woke Weasley up, and they were both waiting for her in the ward.

"Today has been the best day in my life for more than ten years, because I found out that there is still a family in this world who cares about me." She said to them, "And, I know that both of you have given me as much as possible help, for which I will be forever grateful—”

Harry's eyes filled with tears and he couldn't continue.Everything flooded her like blood from Wormtail's wound: the rage, the hatred, Weasley pushing her away from the black dog, the dementors gathering, Professor Snape's silver and white hen The deer, what it felt like when Wormtail's throat was cut open, the rat's neck with only half its flesh left, the sound of Buckbeak swallowing a dead mouse, Sirius' promise, what she hid from everyone, the sin she committed...

They're not helping you to screw things up, let alone kill Wormtail.You don't deserve their friendship.

"If you are willing to help me one last time," her voice sounded very dry, "forget about tonight, and don't mention it to me again." She passed Granger and Weasley and walked straight to her hospital bed. "Good night." Harry turned his back on them, pulling the quilt over his shivering body.It is twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, wait a few more hours, and soon there will be a new day, and everything will be forgotten.

Some things never happen.