HP's Wretched

Flotte has seen many deaths in her life, and even most of them are thanks to her. Besides, she spent more than ten years preparing for death, thinking that she could face everything calmly, but when she stepped into that When I was in a dilapidated room, I realized how naive I was.

She looked over the figures surrounded by the three children, and saw the man in the middle who was leaning on the paper window and had closed his eyes safely—the man who promised her never to be separated a few months ago, but now they haven't even seen the last time superior.

Flotte doesn't know what state she is in now, and what expression is on her face. She only knows that the loss of strength and numbness from running just now has been replaced by a kind of pain.It was a heart-piercing pain that started from the unacceptable part of her face and spread outward, spreading all over her body.

"professor!"

The three children turned their heads and saw Flotte, obviously startled, but soon all shut their mouths together.

Flotte's ears could not hear anything except the buzzing, and her eyes blurred by blood spatter could only see the only one leaning against the paper window.

A cut to the flesh, a cut to the muscles and bones, a cut to the heart, maybe this pain is the main course of all punishments.

"Professor Luster..." The professor's voice was no longer the alarm just now, but more like waking up Flotte who was stunned and frightened.

There was still no reply, but instead, he approached the person who was "sleeping" peacefully step by step.

The three children made way for Flott. Among them, Hermione even wanted to help Flott forward, but was rejected by Flott with a slight wave.

Hermione noticed that the trace of life in Flott's eyes was concentrated in the small medicine bottle in Harry's hand at this moment. Hermione wanted to say something, but she didn't expect Flott to speak first.

"go quickly……"

It was very short, very short. When the end of this sentence was over, the only flame in Flotte's eyes was extinguished, and there was nothing worth remembering for her.

She squatted down slowly, ignoring the three children standing behind her, but took out from her pocket the dark green handkerchief that had been kept since that day, and began to carefully wipe the ooze on Snape's throat Bloody wounds.

Seeing Flott's absent-mindedness, Hermione couldn't bear to leave at all, and wanted to do something, but... still in the middle of the war.

In the end, Ron pulled Hermione, who was still watching Flott, and followed Harry out of this dilapidated hut filled with the smell of blood...

Flott's expression seemed to become very calm, she muttered while wiping the blood on Snape's neck:

"Be patient with the pain, you have to wipe it clean..."

"Here, I have kept the handkerchief for so many years, and I still use it on you..."

"I just said that the big snake looked scary, and you said I was cowardly, look at the marks on your neck where you were bitten by it..."

"Finally I gave that kid all that I should give, and I don't have to listen to that old bee humming anymore..."

"You said you, why didn't you wait for me!"

Flotte's thoughtful lips began to tremble uncontrollably, and her voice gradually choked up. She restrained her emotions, put down her handkerchief and picked up a wand to carefully heal the wound on Snape's neck, little by little. Yes, let the festered skin return to its integrity.

She raised her hand to brush Snape's hair, trying to make the hair, which usually looked unattractive, not be stuck together by the blood splattered on it, at least look normal and neat.

Pulling it together again and again, cleaning the blood scab on the hair, Flotte thought that this would really relieve the heart-piercing pain, but she was wrong, because every time she pulled it, the heart peeled off a piece of it. Layers of skin.

She should be calm and not cry, so that he can go away safely.But restraint, restraint, restraint to the point where Flotte's body couldn't stop trembling, and finally couldn't control it... really couldn't control it... she burst into tears attached to that body that had no temperature...

……

Flotte didn't know how long she had been kneeling on the ground and collapsed, and she didn't even know who pulled her up in the end, because her damn head was in dizziness, and the only thing she could concentrate on was to follow Looking at the corpse being transported away.

Her body was supported by someone, and someone seemed... No, it should be a lot of people shouting, arranging something, even shouting about victory?Is the war won?

But the dilapidated castle, the dead bodies mixed with tiles and stones everywhere, and the students who were carried around and wearing the uniforms of various colleges are still howling, is this called victory?

The only thing that can prove victory is the sunlight coming in through the broken glass, but no matter how beautiful the sunlight is, it can't drive away the disgusting smell of blood and the heart-wrenching wailing in the castle.

This is war, even if it is the so-called victory, you can't feel it.

The corpses covered with white cloth were lined up in a row, as if the length of the line was endless.Flott knelt beside Snape, still silently arranging the last clothes for him. No matter how hard he tried, Flott couldn't bear to cover the white cloth that should have been covered long ago, and wanted to continue to take one last look. , the last look...

At this time, a series of hurried footsteps came from beside her, and Flotte understood that there was another body waiting in line here.But when Flote raised her eyes, the heart that had been torn apart was peeled off again.

That was the remains of Remus Lupine and Nymphadora Tonks.

Flotte couldn't cry anymore, and she didn't have the strength to make any expression. She was just blown away and now there is only one sentence echoing in her buzzing mind: What about Teddy?

The sunlight coming in from the broken glass window is getting brighter and brighter, but Flotte's body is getting colder and colder, but she doesn't care anymore.

He really didn't die, but the one who didn't deserve to die was just lying here.

She leaned down and branded a kiss on the forehead of Snape, who was already sleeping peacefully, and whispered in her ear: "Wait for me..."

Then he didn't hesitate anymore, and solemnly covered Snape with the white cloth that he had held for a long time, as if completing a ritual, cutting him off from all connections with the world.

After all this, Flotte's arms, face and chest were still in excruciating pain.However, her blurred vision gradually became clear. She raised her hand and touched the pendant hanging around her neck. The bright red poison in the small bottle made Flotte's palm covered with black spots look incomparable. ugly.

Tsk, it seems that she needs to dress up, and then die immediately, in a corner where no one is watching, quietly, to end everything...

Having made up her mind, Flotte stood up unsteadily from the ground, shook off the dust on her body, stared at the white cloth again, and then turned to leave the hall.

But just as Flotte left the hall, an order from Kingsley came from the door, which seemed to really reflect what Death had said at the beginning: "I will take you away when all the dust settles... ..."

Maybe it's not quite over yet.

Because Kingsley's order was: "Even if the Malfoy family escapes, they must be captured, and a Death Eater must not be let go!"

Hearing this sentence, Flotte's pupils tightened, and she didn't care about what so-called "dressing up" she was doing. She rushed out of the castle like a madman, apparating away...

……

This is the first day after the end of the war. Although it seems that he has personally lifted a heavy burden, the burden of the entire wizarding world, Harry does not feel that the burden on him has been lightened, and he is still in a daze. Neither slept well.

And it was obvious that he was not the only one who didn't sleep well. Professor Flotte Luster who was standing in front of him now seemed to have stayed up all night.

To be honest, Harry has never seen Flott like this... He really can't find a suitable adjective, because Professor Flott Luster has always been exquisite and rich in his eyes Vibrant, pale and bloodless like never before, the scar that stretches to the ear is still hanging on the cheek regardless, the black spots on the neck and arms are still conspicuous, the corners of the lips that always like to be raised on weekdays, Now it's as if the thread is broken, and I can't lift it up completely, as if... as if all the vitality in that body was inexplicably taken away overnight, and what is left is just a body that can only stare blankly at the tombstone. body, and that tombstone was that of Professor Snape.

Harry's eyes gradually became complicated, with deep regret mixed with sadness, but it was too late to really say anything now, because he could no longer hear.

Harry was hesitant to say something to Flott, even from the beginning of the funeral to the end of the funeral, only the two of them were left standing here, he never said it, because he really didn't know how to speak .

In fact, Harry wanted to talk to Flott about these things yesterday, but for some reason, he was guarding Professor Snape's body one second, and disappeared the next second.He was very scared at the time, thinking that Professor Flote Luster wanted... But fortunately, he can appear here in full today.

Harry was still deliberating how to speak, but Flotte spoke first, "Thank you Harry, thank you for allowing him to be buried in Hogwarts, in his favorite place. "

The place they liked the most was the place they had discussed that day, beside the Black Lake, and looking at Hogwarts from a distance, a peaceful place where no one would be disturbed.

"And thank you for allowing his portrait to hang in the principal's office justifiably."

"No, professor, these are what I should do."

Flotte didn't reply to Harry's words, but turned around and rushed towards him, with the first smile of the day on her face: "Tell me if you have something to say, otherwise you won't stand with me like this here."

"I do have something to tell you, but now I really want to mourn Professor Snape quietly."

"Well, then let's go two steps forward. I think it's better not to disturb him." After finishing speaking, Flotte turned her head and looked at the tombstone gently. She was actually quite satisfied because there was a lot of space beside the tombstone. Enough for her to lie there.

"Okay." Harry nodded and followed Flotte forward.

Harry finally figured out how to speak when the two of them came to a weed with clover.

"Professor Luster, in order to let me understand something that day, Professor Snape..." Harry said with difficulty, "before he died, he gave me a bottle of memories about him."

Flott's attention was not on Harry, but on the clover under her feet.

"What do you want to ask? About your parents in memory? Or Dumbledore? Or Severus?"

"Not really."

"Neither?" Flotte already had a guess in her heart at this time, but she still squatted down and fiddled with the clover bushes carelessly, because she seemed to have caught something special just now.

"What I want to ask is about you, Professor." The brave Harry finally said this sentence, "Professor Snape's memory is very messy, but you can still see... ..."

Listening to Harry's question, Flotte paused for a moment with her hands poking the grass, but soon said in relief, "What can you see?"

"Your past is very complicated, and you even have a relationship with Death Eaters, so I really want to ask you, are you..."

"Harry, as you said, my story is very complicated and long. I'm afraid I won't have the energy to tell you today, but I assure you, you will understand everything tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Harry obviously didn't understand the meaning of Flott's promise.

Flott didn't answer Harry's question, but continued to fiddle with the clover. Sure enough, after searching persistently, Flott saw the special four-leaf clover.Tsk, if Snape was here, he would have pulled it out and gone back to make Felicia.

"Harry, if I say that what you see is true, that is, the evil I did before is true, then do you think I am a good person or a bad person after helping the Order of the Phoenix defeat the Death Eaters after this battle? "

Flott's question was obviously not prepared by Harry. He was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, he still gave his answer: "It should be a bad person who is trying to become better."

This answer made Flott laugh: "Yes, you are quite right. Harry, you have to remember that although there is no complete black and white in this world, evil things are done if they are done. It does not mean that doing a few more good deeds can completely replace it, you must remember this sentence.”

Flotte fiddled with the four-leaf clover twice, but she didn't pull it up. After all, she didn't need it anymore, so she let the little leaf stay on the ground of Hogwarts, and guaranteed this piece of clover forever. The Pure Land will no longer be disturbed by wars.

"By the way, Harry, I don't think I'll have a chance to see Teddy again, can you bring this thing with Teddy?" Flotte stood up and took out the pendant that was not given out from the flannel bag, " I specially prepared this for him, to celebrate his birth in this world, and hope to ensure his safety."

Harry reached out and took the pendant: "I'll give it to him myself."

"Well, say hello to the little guy for me. As for one more thing, that thing is for your Harry."

"what?"

"It's a textbook of ancient runes. I put it on the bookcase in the principal's office. You know, among the pile of potion books and Muggle books that haven't been cleared out, the textbook of ancient runes is quite conspicuous. Can you Pick it up tomorrow afternoon?"

"Professor Luster, why did you give me the book..."

Flott would not tell him the true purpose of the book: "It's a pity that you didn't take my class at the beginning, so I hope that the students I value very much can develop in an all-round way. There is no other problem."

Harry still felt weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he had no choice but to nod.

"Okay, since I have nothing else to do, I'll go back and rest." After all, I'm still busy tomorrow.Of course, Flotte didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"Wait a minute, professor, I have something for you too!" Harry took out the familiar small medicine bottle from his trouser pocket, and the things in it were also very familiar to Flotte, which was his memory...

……

Flott has always been disgusted by dipping her head in a Pensieve, so she prefers to use Legilimency instead of using a Pensieve.Today, however, Flotte may have to retract this sentence.

In this memory, as Flotte expected, he told Harry what he was going to do, how and why, and the truth of everything over the years, he and Dumbledore, he and Voldemort, He and the hijacker, he and Lily... and what Flote didn't think of, the memories of him and her Flote.

This is pretty much a memory from start to finish...

The acquaintance at the beginning, the meeting in the □□ area later, and the reluctant potion experiment at the end of the semester, Flotte has not recalled this memory in school for a long time, so it turns out that they have known each other for so long.

Later, they met each other on the battlefield, where life and death intersected, and they worked hand in hand to achieve their respective goals. Of course, there was also the night when she lost everything... Pain, it was that pain that came to her. It turned out that they had gone through so much together. many.

In the end, the two of them served as professors at Hogwarts together, both were troubled by troll-like students, all were troubled by dogs crawling through test papers, and together...it turned out that they had always been with each other.

At the end of the memory, everything is frozen in a special memory:

It was Snape standing alone in front of the Mirror of Erised, and Flott recognized it. It happened to be the place she found hidden behind the bookcase the other day. Found this well hidden treasure.

Flotte, who was immersed in memory, stood quietly behind Snape with her incorporeal body, and accompanied him to look at the picture in the mirror, a picture that Flotte had never expected.

In the mirror is the Potter family of three, yes, it is a family of three, including Lily, James and 11-year-old Harry.They seem to be living in the world of mirrors. The family of three has never been separated by death. Everyone has obvious smiles on their faces, especially Lily. Her expression is very happy, just like Sne As I hoped for these 16 years... so happy...

Lily in the mirror waved to Snape outside the mirror, as if saying goodbye, her mouth opened and closed as if saying, "I've forgiven you, Severus."

Then James hugged the 11-year-old Harry and said goodbye to Snape with a smile. The happy family of three gradually disappeared into the mirror, seemingly staying in that complete and happy moment forever.

However, the person who replaced the three gradually disappearing figures was a person with exquisite makeup, wearing her favorite fur coat, staring angrily at Snape outside the mirror, waiting for the figures of the family of three to disappear completely Finally, the woman began to show a familiar smile.

Snape outside the mirror murmured in a low voice: "Troubleshooter", and followed the smile of the woman in the mirror, and laughed very rarely.

Now behind him, Flotte, immersed in memory, recognized that the woman in the mirror who had never been at peace for a moment was herself.

Sure enough, the thing that Dumbledore was most worried about came. He protected him thousands of times, but he still couldn't escape the disaster of tears falling into his Pensieve...

Because Flotte, who was propped on the edge of the Pensieve, still couldn't hold back, and cried aloud...

The author has something to say:

I have been preparing for the exam for the past few days, so I haven’t updated it. I can drag it further and further, and I am speechless (covering my face tactically).About two chapters are over.

In the end, the picture of the professor looking at the Mirror of Erised is what I have always wanted to write. I think deep down in his heart he still hopes that Lily can be happy, and also hopes that the tragedy of this family of three never happens, so this scene happened. And the disappearance of the last family of three and the appearance of Flotte can be regarded as the professor finally let go of his obsession for so many years, and is willing to accept this troublemaker who has always been by his side.