HP Dawn Night

It turns out that this is the truth: the reason Dad was willing to become a double agent was Potter's mother.And my mom was just a small cannon fodder in the story of the two of them, so she would use the love potion later-if she didn't, the story should have ended abruptly in the sixth year.

The clock on the wall tells me that half an hour has passed since the Death Eaters retreated.I don't know if Potter will die, but he is the savior of the world, and he has won the true biography of Dumbledore, so he must know what to do.

I walked out of the principal's office and sat down in front of the bombed-out door.I'm in no rush to go back to Draco, Pansy, or Blaise, I just want to take a break and sort out the gaps in my memory along the way.

In fact, I don't need to be so entangled. I know that my parents are very good to me, and this is enough.But it will take a while for anyone to accept this unpleasant story, right?

There were hurried footsteps at the top of the stairs, and Weasley and Granger rushed up the stairs, panting.

"You're here—" Granger called eagerly. "Where's Harry?"

"He was gone when I came."

"He's gone to the Forbidden Forest," said Weasley quickly. "He's definitely gone...we're going to stop him..." His voice trailed off.

"Too late." Granger choked out.

"Potter always knew what he was doing." I stood up from the clutter of bricks. "He's not going to die - Weasley, I'm so sorry you lost your brother."

"Fred died laughing at least," Weasley said softly, as if comforting himself. "And you, what are you doing here?"

"Look at a memory."

Granger stared at me silently for a moment. "About yourself?"

I cast a puzzled look.

She smiled briefly: "Your expression says it all."

"I was thinking..." I said abruptly, "Why are there so many little wizards in the world, and I was the only one who was born because of the love potion?"

I highly doubt that Weasley and Granger may have known about my background, because neither of them showed any surprise.

"What's the problem?" Weasley asked.

"Of course there's a problem," I said. "I'm not supposed to be in this world, am I. I'm a 'product' of a love potion and not a normal 'child'. You see the difference, don't you?"

"Why do you have to go into a corner now?" Weasley shrugged.

Weasley certainly didn't understand what was bothering me.I glared at him with some annoyance: "Because I found out - I shouldn't have been born at all. You must not understand, it's as if your past life was stolen out of thin air. So, if I want to correct 18 years If you made a mistake before, tonight is undoubtedly the best time."

"Ron," Granger called softly, "We both know someone else who was born with the Love Potion."

"What? Who?" I frowned.Weasley's complexion changed subtly, and he stared at Granger dumbfounded: "He's not a good example!"

"This person, he also came into the world because of the love potion. But he is a little worse than you. His parents don't love him, and he has no relatives around him. But then he became a... It can be said to be very remarkable wizard." Granger took a deep breath, "You know him too—Voldemort."

"All I know is that he's half-blood." I froze, "Potter said."

"His wizard mother bewitched his Muggle father with a love potion, he abandoned her when she stopped using the potion, and she died the night Voldemort was born," said Weasley, "Harry told Ours, and that's what Dumbledore told him."

"If there's one person tonight who's going to fix the mistakes of many years ago, it's Voldemort, not you," Granger whispered. "There's a big difference between the two of you."

"Voldemort is the real 'product'. He is as cold and heartless as a stone, and he doesn't care about anything but himself." Weasley admitted with extreme reluctance. "You are more human than him."

"And there are so many people in this world that you love and love you, don't be a fool." Granger encouraged, "Just like the twin-blood wizards and pure-blood wizards should be born equal, your origin doesn't matter, The important thing is how you decide to live your life afterwards. If you say it, even Ron shouldn't be in the world, his parents want a daughter, but he is a boy."

Weasley coughed heavily, and I felt better: "Thanks. I think... I'm going to find my friends now."

Granger looked at me carefully: "You'll figure it out, won't you?"

"Probably." I tried to smile.

"Hey, Snape," Granger called me again before I went down the stairs, "anyway, you've helped us a lot this year."

"Actually, I haven't done anything practical." I admitted, "You three are much better than us. Not everyone has the courage to live such an exciting life."

"Aunt Margaret loves you very much, doesn't she?"

"Ah."

"Professor Snape loves you too, right?" Pansy quickly changed the question after hearing Blaise's snigger, "At least he treats you well, right?"

"As far as the last two memories go, I think he's still very fatherly," I said. "At least we both changed each other's lives."

"Then what are you still struggling with? Obviously, no one cares about the love potion except yourself." Pansy said, "As for your parents, they must have reached an agreement before letting Professor Snape recognize you." consensus."

"But why does she have to use a love potion? I mean, she doesn't like him now, does she?"

"Maybe this is..." Blaise hesitated for a while, "There will always be a commotion if you can't get it? It doesn't matter if you get it in the end."

"Maybe she just wants to fulfill a girlish secret love, um...you also know that your mother's previous marriage was not very happy..." Draco said in a voice almost whispering.

"And you see that Millicent doesn't feel uncomfortable, so why can't you let go of the love potion?" Pansy yawned.

"I see what you mean, I just need a while to accept—"

"Someone is coming from the Forbidden Forest!" A loud cry from the door interrupted my words.

"Go and have a look." Pansy immediately cheered up, and the four of us rushed to the door with the bustling crowd, and all of us drew out our wands and pretended to be ready to continue fighting.

By the light spilling from the hall, I saw a large crowd coming from the Forbidden Forest.The leader was a tall man, no accident should be Hagrid, but he seemed to be holding something...

"What's he holding? Vio? Is he holding someone?" Pansy's nails dug into my arm.

"Damn it!" Draco cursed softly.

The Death Eaters stopped at a distance from the entrance hall. Under the dotted night, the people in the castle could clearly see the man in Hagrid's arms—the Boy Who Lived limply in the arms of the giant. , just like any other corpse.

"No!"

Professor McGonagall let out a hoarse yelp, and the Death Eaters erupted in gleeful laughter.

"No!"

"No!"

"Harry! Harry!"

The crying burst out suddenly and was deafening.I know it means the end, even Harry Potter can't escape the clutches of the Dark Lord, who else can defeat him?

"Quiet!" cried the Dark Lord, a flash of light from his wand, and the crowd suddenly fell silent. "It's over! Put him down, Hagrid, at my feet, where he belongs. You See it? Harry Potter is dead! The boy who lived at someone else's expense is dead, killed trying to escape and save himself—"

"Harry is a hero! He beat you more than once! You lied! Harry will never run away!" Weasley growled, the Silencer Charm was broken, people cursed, and the Dark Lord's face flashed. A little joy:

"Be quiet!" He waved his wand again, "Recognize the reality, stupid people... If you make the right choice now, it is not too late... You should follow Lord Voldemort to build a more perfect world, Instead of being killed as a rebel. Lord Voldemort is magnanimous, whoever comes to me now, I guarantee you will be reused—” His eyes searched the crowd, “Even those who betrayed me, will be forgiven..."

"Lucius! Narcissa! Draco!" Bellatrix climbed up a piece of gravel and looked eagerly, "Come back! Come back to fight!"

The Dark Lord scrutinized every face carefully: "Come on, come on, join Lord Voldemort's command—"

A man limped out of the crowd, Neville.The defenders of Hogwarts gasped.

"Who are you?" the Dark Lord asked in a soft snakelike voice, "Very well, very well..."

"Neville Longbottom," Neville replied, and Bellatrix laughed wildly. "I have something to say."

"Oh, I remember your... parents." The Dark Lord looked down at Neville, who stood bravely in the clearing between the Death Eaters and the Guardians, "Of course, let's hear what you have to say Bar."

"Harry's death is nothing, people die every day: friends, family..."

"Come back, Neville!" shouted a Gryffindor boy.

"Yes, we lost Harry tonight, but he's still with us, in our hearts—" Neville looked back at the people gathered in the hall, "Fred, Remus, Tonks, And the others who died, they were all there. They didn't die in vain! But you will!" He raised his voice and called out to the Dark Lord, whose smile fell from his face, "Because you were wrong! Harry fought for us, for all of us, and it's not over yet! I'll never join you, and neither do the others - Dumbledore's Army!"

There was an enthusiastic response from the crowd, and the Dark Lord's silencing spell was completely broken.

"Very well," said the Dark Lord, the danger contained in that soft silky voice far more terrifying than any spell, "if this is your choice, then Longbottom, let us return to our original plan." .”

He flicked his wand, and a musty, gnarly thing flew like a bird through a broken window.

"Hogwarts needs no more sorting houses," said the Dark Lord. "No house should exist except my ancestors, the noble Slytherins."

Neville stood there resolutely and calmly. The Dark Lord pointed his wand at him. The Sorting Hat was placed on Neville's head and slipped under his eyes.The guardians of Hogwarts began to commotion, and wands were drawn from all directions.On the other side, the Death Eaters also raised their wands, ready for a battle that might break out at any moment.

"Neville will demonstrate to you what will happen if a person is always stupidly against me." As soon as the Dark Lord finished speaking, the Sorting Hat suddenly burst into flames.A scream broke the silence, and Neville stood there resolutely, motionless—

"We've got to get moving!" said Pansy, raising her wand - as did many others - in the Death Eater's direction. "Thunderbolt!"

Countless spells were shot from the tips of countless wands, and the crowd dispersed one after another. Some rushed towards the Death Eaters, some circled around the field, and some retreated into the castle.

However, at that moment, several things happened at the same time:

I heard deafening noises from the school boundaries, the century-old spell that had guarded Hogwarts was broken, and it seemed like hundreds of people were jumping over the school walls to join the fray.Meanwhile the little giant wobbled around the side of the castle: "Hagrid!" he yelled and charged at the Death Eaters, whose giants roared back.The sound of drawing a bow and shooting arrows came from the Forbidden Forest, and the rain of arrows fell into the ranks of Death Eaters, and they scattered screaming——

"Avada Kedavra!" Draco yelled, pointing at a Death Eater running towards us.

"Well done, Draco! Petrify everything!" Uncle Lucius, his hair tangled like a straw, ran past us excitedly, just in time to hit a Death Eater.

"To pieces!" Aunt Narcissa followed closely behind him and blasted the Death Eater to pieces. "I'm so proud of you."

"I've never used so many Unforgivable Curses in one day!" Brace screamed.

Pansy laughed and replied, "Then you'd better hurry up and use it - Cruciatus!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

At that moment, Neville swiftly broke the binding spell cast on him, and the flaming hat fell off, revealing a silver thing from the middle of it, and the ruby ​​on the handle was shining brightly, Neville did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword and drew out the Gryffindor sword that only a true warrior can pull out——

Amidst the noisy crowd, giant melee, and dense hoofbeats, no one could hear the sound of the silver sword being swung, but at this moment it still attracted everyone's attention, and everyone was staring at the silver light.Neville held the sword and rushed towards the Dark Lord fearlessly. Nagini raised his body and prepared to attack. Before anyone could react, Neville raised the sword high and cleanly cut down the Nagini's head in the air, spinning high into the air, flashing a gleam of light across the porch.The Dark Lord screamed with his mouth open in rage, but no one could hear him.The snake's body fell down at his feet.

"Armor protection!" Granger jumped out of nowhere and pointed at Neville and the Dark Lord and shouted directly, "Retreat back to the castle, Neville! Back to the castle, everyone!"