[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry lay on the bed, staring at the top of the bed curtain with his eyes open, and couldn't help turning over again.

One week has passed since the day of the meeting.He kept shutting himself in the room and didn't want to see anyone.Because he could almost imagine what they were going to say, nothing more than dissuading, or reconsidering.What he wanted to do seemed so out of his control, even he knew it.

But he didn't want to think about it anymore, he didn't need anyone to shake his resolve.Or an accurate description is that it is very difficult for him to make such a choice by himself, and he can no longer know any doubts at such a sensitive moment.That might have made him back off, agreeing to take the risk with someone else.

This is not what he expected.Although there are some things he can't say, there is no doubt that those who know more should bear more burdens.He didn't come back from a war-torn future to repeat that history.If the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters insisted on going to war, that would be the worst possible outcome.

Of course, Sirius must have felt that if he talked about Horcruxes, everyone would undoubtedly understand better what he meant by "fated".It will be understood that it's not that he's being cocky, it's that he is - if anyone insists on destroying Voldemort, he's an inevitable part of the process.

Harry rejected the idea.They don't need to know that much.Because if known, his life and death will inevitably interfere with other people's decisions, and Sirius is a typical example.Of course, he didn't regret telling Sirius about it, and he was glad Sirius cared about him, but that was enough.

Harry's mind went back to that meeting night.There is no doubt that although he did not speak clearly enough, the attitude has been expressed clearly.The only thing he doesn't know now is how the others will react.He still remembered Dumbledore's eyes at that time, the other party barely said a few words, staring at him from beginning to end.Does the other party believe him?Do you also think he is arrogant?There are others, will they be extremely opposed?

Anyway, in Harry's vision, it would be the best result for those who knew the inside story to ignore him.Although the war has not yet started and the world has been peaceful for more than ten years, it cannot be said that there are no problems.At least, when Harry thought of Neville, he felt sorry for the other party with his decision - how could he have the right to say in front of the other party, for the sake of future world peace, let's forget the past?

Thinking of this made Harry fidgety.He rolled over and buried himself in the pillow.No matter what he thought, for this matter to succeed, many other people had to cooperate, the most important of which was probably Voldemort's attitude.But even if Voldemort had said those things to him, he couldn't guarantee Voldemort's reaction to others.

But no matter what, even if he can't get the understanding of others, he will still do it.Even if it seemed to make him seem out of touch with the Order, he didn't care.Between his personal thoughts and the overall view, he tends to the latter, and he can only lean towards the latter.All the price paid for it, including his friendship, love and even life, are worth it.

At this time, in the living room downstairs, Hermione was watching several Weasleys disappear into the fireplace.She recalled what they had just said, and felt that her heart was full of heavy and complicated feelings.They only heard the second half of the meeting, and in the past few days, everyone has been asking for more news.Perhaps because they already knew the parts, Lupine ended up filling in the parts they hadn't heard.

It has to be said that there were so many things that none of them could recover in time.Even Hermione took a long time to sort out what happened in the past.Sure enough, there were too many things they didn't know.She had expected that she and Ron would recall certain key details, but in reality, it was the twin brothers who contributed—

They pointed out that they had given Harry a Marauder's Map.And before that, they saw a second name next to Harry.They thought at the time that the thing with the odd middle name was Harry's pocket pet, but now that they thought about it, they were told it was Voldemort's real name.

Everyone was in an uproar.It was one thing when Harry and Voldemort met, it was quite another when they lived with the Dark Lord for years without knowing it.It would be impossible to say that Harry had no part in it.And as Harry had said, he hadn't volunteered in the first place - Harry was still protecting them, wasn't he?

This is only part of what they know.Hermione couldn't imagine how cruel the truth was.They had heard Sirius' angry rebuke—if the thing was innocent, why was he so agitated?Even Snape, who had always been uncomfortable with Harry, opposed Harry's choice. Why was Sirius willing to let Harry bear such a heavy burden?It's very dangerous anyway, isn't it?

Ron was last in line.He felt completely bewildered now, so that he didn't know what to say, and remained silent for a long time during the discussion.And just as he stepped into the green flames, Hermione suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"What's the matter?" Ron put his feet back again. "What did you think of again, didn't you?" Among the three of them, Harry had always been the one who made up his mind; of course, most of the time Harry was unwilling to show this character, but followed him and Hermione. the meaning of.It was a terrible feeling, as if one moment they were friends laughing and joking on the cushions, and the next moment they were very distant people.And there's no denying that Hermione is pretty smart, too.

"Let's go find him together," said Hermione, a determined light in her brown eyes.

"But he doesn't want to see anyone," Ron replied.He didn't even know if he wanted to see Harry now, or what he would say when he did.

"What?" Hermione showed a confused expression, "How do you know he doesn't want to see anyone?"

Ron looked at her incredulously. "Isn't that so? Apart from Kreacher who delivered the food, who else can enter Harry's room?"

"Of course I know that." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "but I'm not talking about Harry! I think it should work, just write a letter or something... Hedwig can definitely deliver it for us. Oh, Where's Hedwig? Upstairs?"

Ron stared at her in surprise.He began to have an extremely bad premonition, and couldn't help but grab Hermione who was about to go upstairs: "...Wait! Who are you talking about?"

Hermione rolled her eyes rudely. "Don't ask such a stupid question, you know who it is." She broke away from Ron's arm and continued to walk towards the stairs: "It stands to reason that professors are likely to stay in school during the summer vacation. But he is different, maybe we need to go to the school more Far away..."

"Wait! Wait!" Ron felt that his bad hunch had been confirmed, and he still didn't know how to stop Hermione: "...Are you going to find that person?"

"That's right, isn't that obvious? Harry wants to persuade the Order of the Phoenix to stand still. Isn't the key to success not to ensure that the Death Eaters don't make any changes?" Hermione said naturally.

"So you..." Want to check the Dark Lord's reaction to that for yourself?Ron felt that he was going to lose his words. "But you also know who he is! Even if he succeeded in getting his dream position now, it doesn't change that he is..."

"Oh, you can say those two words, I don't mind." Hermione had already stomped upstairs.

Ron stared blankly.Does the crux of the matter lie in those two words?Isn't rushing to find the Dark Lord equal to his own death?It's one thing to be at school, quite another to deliver it yourself.

As if sensing his voice, Hermione stopped and looked at him from the banister of the stairs. "Whatever the reason, Harry has done a lot. We have to do something too, Ron." She put the emphasis on the sentence, raised one eyebrow high, and added, "If you don't want to go Okay, I'll go by myself." Then she continued to climb up.

Ron stared at the empty space, his expression changing.For a while, he'd been reaching into the bowl of Floo powder; but finally it popped out like an electric shock, and he ran up.

Of course Voldemort wasn't at Hogwarts at this time.If it was said that he had to make some reluctant concealment of his identity before, it is completely unnecessary now.Although he wasn't there at the Phoenix meeting, he still had his own way of knowing what was going on - not Snape, but Kreacher.Especially in the second half of this meeting, the sound can be heard by almost everyone in the house, and it is too easy to wonder what happened.

Voldemort could not say that he hadn't expected Harry to make this choice.Because, if anyone had to guess about it, it must be him.The only unexpected thing is that Harry didn't directly negotiate with him before doing so, or hinted at his cooperation.In other words, Harry literally bet everything he had on the future he wanted.

This made Voldemort feel complicated.He grew up in an orphanage, then went to Hogwarts, and graduated.He had dealt with a lot of people, and he had moved between them with ease, but he had never met anyone like Harry.In the beginning, they were destined enemies, later they were opponents on the battlefield, and now they are partners who can fully confess to each other.

Maybe all this is just an illusion.No matter what you do, it is only for the final goal.

Perhaps after these seven years, the result is doomed to part ways.No matter how deep the feelings are, they will eventually be defeated by time.

Maybe he'll never directly admit his mistake.He is Voldemort, unchanged until death.

But something has changed.Harry deserved his share, Harry deserved it all.

Suddenly a small dot appeared on the horizon, and then it got closer and closer.Standing by the window, Voldemort was not too surprised to see it was a snowy owl.The Death Eaters would definitely not use owls to find him, and the only person who could reach him with an owl was Harry.It's just that after he opened the letter, he realized that things were a little different from what he had imagined.But it's not a big difference, he expected this, but it's just a little earlier.

"Tell them any time is fine," said Voldemort softly.

Hedwig stared at him with her big golden eyes, as if waiting for some other answer.

"Tell Harry again to wait for me."