HP leap time

The war had indeed just begun. They used Harry's eyes to observe the war. The sky was covered by a golden mask. The Death Eaters who surrounded the castle were stationed not far away. The Auror Order of the Phoenix was trapped and died in the castle. Here, they take care of the students, take care of the patients, and hold meetings that can never be discussed...

"Those who left never came back, and those who stayed will never find a way out." Harry's eyes flickered.

The Death Eaters attacked again and again, and in the clear day or foggy night, every resistance they made seemed to be desperately struggling...

"Voldemort is consuming everyone," said Harry. "Hogwarts just became a turtle shell."

"Why hide in this shield and not take a chance at victory..." murmured Mr Diggory.

"Because Hogwarts is a school." Professor McGonagall looked at the castle through the intertwined figures in the picture. In that majestic and grand building, it was full of weaknesses that could make soldiers desperate. "It's a sacred place and it deserves to be guarded."

"It's a desperate thing," Stringer finally said. "It shouldn't have happened."

"The war has killed too many people..." said Harry. "It's already happened!"

"So I won't let him happen again!" Stringer stood up, his figure straight and tense like a soldier in war. "I'm sorry for what happened, Albus."

"I should trust." He looked at Harry again. "It's impossible not to believe..."

"Finally." Harry raised his hand, and the majestic sound of heavy rain immediately filled the whole world. It was also raining outside the window, and it was also falling in his memory. Golden raindrops kept falling, falling from the dark clouds, turning light blue The wind beat in all directions.

A war in disarray, for everyone in embarrassment.

"They are all angry." Luna spoke quietly, the first time she spoke, but still not many people paid attention to her, she stayed silently in the corner. "There is still sadness, something has happened..."

The picture starts with the war and ends with countless entangled green lights.

"You are still impulsive to kill him alone..." Moody said. "But you killed him, Harry."

Harry silently withdrew his wand, and the burden in his heart seemed to disappear into the room along with the shattered images in the air.

The silver liquid gathered again and slowly returned to the white jade-like container, the Room of Response was restored, and the long table in front of everyone gradually appeared.

Stringer stood up quickly, patted his stiff leg. "Today really blew me away."

"Although I have to leave immediately, I still have to apologize for my doubts." He stepped forward and gave Harry a hug. "I believe Merlin is what brought you back victorious, Warrior."

"There are a lot of things to deal with." Kingsley also said. "The Ministry of Magic is no longer equipped to deal with war."

"Whenever this war starts, we will win."

After a while of discussion, they agreed that the next meeting would be held in Grimmauld Place, and it was also decided that Harry would further analyze the situation at that time.

"We need you, Harry." Moody patted him on the shoulder, and the corner of his mouth pulled into an arc. "Goodbye."

It wasn't until the Aurors left in a hurry that everyone realized that it was pitch black outside the window, the rain had stopped, only the window eaves were still dripping, and the candles in the room were slowly lit up. The liquid in the Pensieve was dimly illuminated.

"I think I should leave too." Sirius looked at Harry with burning eyes, and paused for a while before continuing. "You make me proud, Harry, and I'm sure your parents will too."

"No, I just did what I had to do, it doesn't matter at all." Harry shook his head.

"Don't be in a hurry to express your feelings." Snape said silently.His face turned to Harry, sizing him up with that caustic look. "It really doesn't matter."

"What are you hiding?" he continued, and Harry raised his eyes nervously to meet the other's gaze. "The last battle... happened so suddenly."

"Voldemort was just, just tired of the game..." said Harry.

"I know the Dark Lord Harry Potter." He raised his head high and looked down at him. "And you killed the Dark Lord, even if it's another timeline... But everyone's attitude towards you will change drastically."

"A hero Harry Potter who actually killed the Dark Lord..."

"No!" Harry clenched his fists. "I didn't let everyone think like that!"

"Then why did the Dark Lord burn? After calculating for so long." Snape opened his mouth. "Didn't he still have a Horcrux?"

"Nagini!" Hermione couldn't help exclaiming.

The rest of the people secretly took a breath, they all forgot.

"I don't know, I just wanted to kill him..."

"That thing was probably executed by the Aurors over at the Ministry of Magic." Sirius frowned. "That's easy to explain, you're looking for trouble, snot... Snape!"

"If the snake is not dead, then you are committing suicide, and your actions are irresponsible." Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, deliberately ignoring Sirius' voice. "You're making a joke of the war, Harry Potter."

"Harry." Hermione couldn't help but speak, she pinched her arm cautiously and raised her head firmly. "I was crying, I was crying at the time, I saw a lot of people desperate, that's not right, something happened...you are indeed hiding...from the moment the golden mask was raised, memory holes began to appear. "

"Something, or someone, you hid it."

Harry shook his head and took a step back.

"Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna..." Harry began, looking again at the Weasley brothers. "Of course there are you... You are all the best DA members, and you have made many, many contributions to everyone... Everyone has paid a lot for the war. It is because of all of us that this unforgettable memory has been formed... ..."

"So there's no loophole there." Harry smiled. "Aren't you all here?"

"Does it have something to do with me?" Draco's voice came from behind, and Harry's back stiffened with the beeping sound behind him. "You don't have me in all your memories...but I'm here."

"Harry," said Professor Lupine. "I'm sorry to embarrass you, but what everyone needs is the truth."

"Sometimes the facts don't matter," Harry said through gritted teeth.

Everyone looked at him without saying a word.

Trust at this time is extremely important, and Harry knows that if he chooses to hide it, then there will always be a gap between him and these people.

They will not really trust him.

"Are you all pushing me?" Harry said, shaking his head. "It really doesn't matter...it's just a nightmare, and no one wants to accept a nightmare so that when you wake up from it, you can forget about it."

"So have you really forgotten?" Dumbledore finally spoke, and Harry stared at him blankly.

"Whether it is friend or foe, whether it is good or bad, things will have a certain development trend, and we need to define a complete result for this." Dumbledore continued, his blue eyes were like an endless ocean, as if instantly It can drown his sight. "Hiding up doesn't necessarily bring good results, Harry."

"If you insist on knowing everything that happened..." Harry turned his head back in compromise, his eyes fixed firmly on Draco's. "Then please get out, Draco."

"What?" Ron and the others widened their eyes in surprise.

"I'm done with Potter." Draco grabbed Harry by the collar. "You self-righteous bastard! I knew you were hiding something about me..."

"Let go of me, Malfoy!" It was as if a string in my heart was suddenly broken, and the tide of sadness submerged my reason in an instant. "I'm protecting you you fool!"

"I have the right to know everything, Harry Potter." Draco pushed him against the table and said viciously. "Take your protection and die!"

"Stop it all of you!" Professor McGonagall angrily cast several armor spells on them to separate them abruptly.

"Whether I present this memory or not, it's unfair to you." Harry calmed down for a few seconds and said sadly, once you say it, you will be completely tied to the Order of the Phoenix, and you will lose Choice, it's not fair to you, Draco.It will force you to repeat the same mistakes, force you to be something you don't want to be...

"So why can't I choose!?" Draco said. "I want to know everything about me."

"That's just a memory full of tragedy." Harry's nose soured, and his breath suddenly became extremely sluggish. "I don't want to remember it, let alone witness it with you."

Draco looked at Harry silently, green eyes like a frightened cat.Harry was scared, he was scared, he was lying, he was just protecting himself, it was him who was really scared...

Draco made a decision, a decision that he wanted to regret for a moment for the rest of his life.

He went to kiss Harry Potter.

She held his face, then looked into his eyes and kissed his lips.

A shallow kiss without too many movements.

He could feel the blood in his body speeding up instantly, like riding a broom and spinning around the Quidditch pitch. He could also feel his heart beating so fast that he was about to suffocate, and the roots of his ears felt hot, but Harry's breathing was slowly and steadily .

Then the bloody faceless fool hooked himself around the neck and deepened the kiss.

Merlin's sundress!

Gasps filled the air, he could hear Professor McGonagall's wand cracking on the table, Godfather Harry slumping into his chair, and the Weasley brothers giggling...

It's over, now the adultery is completely confirmed!

You're a complete little bastard Potter...

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed deliberately.They finally parted slowly, and Draco turned back with a stiff face, pretending that he hadn't done anything.

"It is understandable that young people always have too much enthusiasm." Dumbledore nodded.

"Be the Potter you are supposed to be." Snape twitched the corners of his mouth. "I can't wait to get away from you."

Harry glanced at everyone, and the atmosphere became weird. Sirius and Ron looked a little ugly, Hermione, Neville, and Professor McGonagall turned their heads away from him, and Luna smiled at him in a trance However, the Weasley brothers were the least reactive, they just looked at the others with great interest.

"Well." Harry raised his hand again, and the white light on the wand became more and more intense. He pulled out a trace of crystal light from his temple, and watched it linger around the tip of the wand.

"If it's your choice, Draco, I can't say no," he whispered.

He put that wisp of memory into the Pensieve, and the silver substance began to spin, and as the liquid suddenly rose, the room changed.

Back on the battlefield again.

The night outside the window was hazy, and they gathered in a room with red as the main color.

If it wasn't for the fact that they could clearly see the golden mask in the distance and the mushroom-like enemy army gathered in the distance through the glass, they even thought that the memory hadn't begun to appear yet.

"I'm from Dumbledore, Harry Potter." The blond boy stood there and looked at the three of Gryffindor.

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"Do you believe me, Harry Potter." Still in this room.

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"Voldemort is attacking the Ministry of Magic..."

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"Here's what I brought from Malfoy Manor."

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"At least I'm freer than you."

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Memories are turning over and over again, like the ever-changing long gauze curtains on the window sill, sometimes tied aside, sometimes flying in the dark air, sunshine and rain, white birds and bells, time is always changing, they are always together...

"I was a spy in my last life..." Draco murmured beside him.

"No, you're just an asshole."

The picture continued, completely different from the ones shown before, those unknown mysteries and scattered plots were firmly tied together in an instant.

"Tell me how to kill the Dark Lord..." The blond boy pressed his wand against Harry's jaw with a cold and terrifying expression.

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"Voldemort killed my father, Potter." The blond boy trembled.

"Don't be sad, Draco."

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Did this much happen?Draco looked at that strange self, he had encountered something he had never experienced before, something terrible that made him feel chills, war is really cruel, cruel can make a person so strange...Harry Yes, myself too.My heart was churning violently, but Harry was still Harry, so I was still myself.He could feel the other person, the blond boy who existed in Harry's memory.He can feel that familiar feeling that can no longer be familiar, as if it can be merged together just by reaching out and touching...

Because they are the same person.

Because he is a person, he is familiar with him, and because he is a person, he can feel the helplessness and pain under his cold face...

He has nothing, lost everything but not a little trust.

He was just disheartened after all...

In the end it was just a forced madman...

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"Dementor!"

Harry's eyes widened in anger.

"mean!"

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"I hate Voldemort, Potter," said the blond boy.

"But I knew that my purpose was just to inflict some irreparable damage on him and pave the way for his death."

"I have a way to kill that snake, and a way to force him to show up."

"So, can you help me slash the last knife? Savior"

"This is the only way to defeat him."

The blond boy smiled beside Harry's side face, tears fell down Harry's neck...

Cold, as if flowing into everyone's heart.

"Remember me, if you will."

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No one spoke, and the screen returned to the battlefield before the heavy rain, and the atmosphere instantly changed.

"Draco killed the snake, and Voldemort used him as an example." Harry said flatly. "No one can save him, no one."

"It's right there, so close." He raised his hand.

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"Harry Potter." Voldemort's uncomfortable voice sounded again.

"Do you know about soul separation?"

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"If, I use the soul separation and heartbreak on one person at the same time, what do you think will happen?"

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"No, Harry." Hermione choked out, covering her face. "Stop it, I don't want to know the result."

They already knew, just now, in his cropped memory, the shock and anger, pain and sadness on everyone's faces were more violent than that nightmarish heavy rain. The consequences of crimes?But this sinful karma is borne by a child...

Professor McGonagall hugged Draco tightly, tears streaming down his neck.

"That's all." Harry raised his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl down. He felt that something in his body was being torn apart and put back together again, over and over again.

"This is war."

"But now it's starting again."

The picture in the air gradually shattered, piece by piece, like a peeling wall...

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