HP: For a better world

Everything around me is clear and dreamy.

Those bright white dots of light floated above his head, sometimes colliding and sometimes moving away, as if they were holding hands and cheering.

But the people underneath them and seeing them were breathing with difficulty, their limbs were turning blue and white, and even their consciousness was beginning to blur.

...quickly...quickly...

Winster struggled to search in his pockets, but the dim vision made him unable to distinguish anything. He only remembered that he was carrying life-saving potions. He weakly forced himself to pour them into his mouth one after another.

Wait until these potions finally allow Winster to accumulate a little bit of strength and be able to sense the still bleeding wound.

Winster barely remembered that werewolf bites needed to be mixed with silver powder to heal, and with trembling hands he weakly took out a bag of something that was probably silver powder from his pocket and mixed it with distilled water, and poured it on the wound with his eyes closed.

But the silver powder he brought was too little... and the bleeding was barely stopped.

But at least it was stopped.

Winster still felt it was not enough, so he poured the rest of the white fresh into his mouth, and swallowed it down in big gulps, eagerly and frantically, like he had lost his mind...

After drinking the Baixian, the bottle still fell from his hand. With trembling lips, he reached under his neck to take out the body-locking potion in the small bottle of Fuling potion that he used as a lucky pendant - he hesitated briefly, remembering that this was a potion that had not been tested yet and the effect was unknown - he gritted his teeth again and bit open the stopper at the mouth of the bottle, not noticing that the blood on his hands and the blood on his neck that had not yet dried flowed into the bottle mouth, turning the forest green potion into a bright red as if it was ignited.

He swallowed it in one gulp.

He suddenly collapsed powerlessly on the cold ground covered with leaves, as if he had lost all his strength.

The moon is high in the sky.

There was silence in the Forbidden Forest.

Only those firefly-like points of light wandered in the sky, forming a beautiful Milky Way that illuminated the surroundings.

Winster gasped weakly.

Still feeling the life slipping away from his body bit by bit.

But he had done all the struggling he could.

All that should be done has been done, and the rest is up to fate.

Winster closed his eyes, trying his best to resist the dizzy heaviness brought by the heaviness in his head.

Suddenly I felt a spiritual touch.

He forced his eyes open.

——He saw a white wolf walking towards him from the darkness, with endless moonlight behind it.

……

"…Are you here to kill me?"

A faint stream of air flowed out of Winster's throat, bringing with it his misty voice.

Winster said in a breath, looking at the white wolf that came in front of him.

The white wolf is tall, brave and majestic, as if it had been caressed by the moonlight. Its fur is extremely soft and flutters in the wind. Its claws are sharp and its limbs are strong and powerful, exuding a powerful aura.

He looked down at the dying human in front of him, but with compassion in his eyes.

The white wolf couldn't speak, it just opened its mouth.

But Winster strangely understood its meaning.

[No.] It said.

Then he lowered his head and gently rubbed his finger under Winston's eyelids, taking away a tear.

The warm breath fanned over Winster's face and passed by in an instant.

"..." Winster looked up at him, "...then what are you doing here?"

He forced a smile and said in a self-deprecating manner.

"I'm...going to die soon."

The white wolf didn't answer, but just stared at him.

[......]

Winster smiled bitterly, then said to himself:

"Do people dream before they die?... I was actually imagining that a wolf would talk to me..."

He managed two more breaths.

[You are not dreaming.]

The voice retorted softly.

Winster once again felt the wonder of the world.

He sighed softly, and at the same time felt his body begin to get cold again.

"...It's a pity that I'm going to die."

Winster knew that it was because he had lost too much blood and could not replenish his blood in time... He would soon go into shock... deep in the forbidden forest, waiting for death alone... Only this white wolf knew.

[I thought... that kid would last a little longer.]

The white wolf sighed, and the light of wisdom shone in its eyes.

Winster was briefly confused for a moment, remembering some additional secrets that were not recorded in the books... "You are... you are the wolf cub that was sent into the Forbidden Forest by Dumbledore fifty years ago... the product of a tragedy?"

he asked weakly.

In explaining werewolves, Rowling once recorded:

If a werewolf mates in wolf form under a full moon, a real wolf cub will be born, which will grow up to be very beautiful but have human wisdom. This has only happened twice in wizard history... Each time it was a tragedy, and fifty years ago, a wolf cub was born because of such a coincidence and was released with Dumbledore's permission. From then on, he lived in the Forbidden Forest.

[Yes...] The white wolf did not refute, and said softly, [I am the wolf cub... who was forgiven by Dumbledore and was able to survive in the Forbidden Forest...]

The white wolf squatted down, as if wanting to accompany him to death.

[…I still remember my parents holding me in their arms and begging Dumbledore…begging him to allow me to be released into the forbidden forest. …I saw the pain of their expectation giving birth to a beast.]

The white wolf recalled the scene where the couple put it on the ground in tears.

At that time, it was still simple and ignorant, following the call of the wild and joining the current wolf pack.

Then it gradually grew up and became the king of the wolf pack. Only then did it understand its own destiny and realized that no matter whether it was a wolf or a human, it was an alien.

At that time, the wolves still lived on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and could see the carefree students in the castle.

Dumbledore would occasionally visit it, but he would not speak or communicate.

The white wolf had begged him to teach it the human language, but Dumbledore never understood.

Finally, the White Wolf led the pack away from the edge of the Forbidden Forest and into deeper areas.

[It's been a long time since there has been a living being I could talk to.]

"Can't other wolves do that too?"

White Wolf shook his head.

[It's just me.]

"…Then how should I call you?"

[I don't have a name.]

Winster paused and said softly, "Then do you want me to pick one for you?" He looked at the white wolf, and the white wolf acquiesced to his action.

Winster smiled softly, looked at the bright moon in the sky and the wolf being kissed in the moonlight, and said.

"Let's call it Moon Wolf. A white wolf under the moon. Beautiful and wise..."

Winster prayed softly,

"...Will you remember me?"

Remember a human being who died before you.

"…My name is Winster."

There was desire in his eyes.

The white wolf did not answer, but asked him instead.

[Are you going to accept this ending?]

"You led the werewolf away from his companions... Did you know that you had the best chance of survival if you stayed?" the white wolf asked, smelling the fear on him.

[You are obviously scared.]

Winster looked at the dancing spots of light above his head, as if the harassment horseflies Luna had mentioned were gathering on his head.

"——I, of course I know." Being suddenly pointed out, Winster's weak expression suddenly cracked, revealing the pain and deep fear underneath.

"But I will never... I will never sacrifice my own life for the sake of another innocent life... I will never become like White."

Winster thought of White. In order to survive, he took a risk and used the Horcrux to frame Ginny.

If it weren't for fate, Ginny would have been sucked dry by the Horcrux and would not have waited for Harry to save her.

It was a murder—a murder that was as framed as Blake’s…even if it hadn’t actually been successful.

Winster couldn't understand or accept it.

He didn't want to become as crazy as White just to survive.

"…I'm not him…I don't want to die."

Winster muttered.

"...I still have a lot of things to do..., and a lot of promises to others that I haven't fulfilled..." Winster trembled, feeling his blood gradually drying up and his body twitching in pain.

Death followed him like a shadow and urged him to sleep.

"...the most important thing," Winster's lips completely lost their color, and he gradually lost sight of his surroundings.

Only the white wolf incarnation of a ball of light remained.

"...I haven't made the world a better place yet...I haven't let more people know my name yet...let them all remember me...remember Winster."

My life is over before it even began.

"I won't accept it... Of course I won't accept it..." Winster breathed out with difficulty, exhaling a thin breath. "... Only one year... No one will remember me... Remember that I am Winster... I just finished my potion... I can use it to step onto the stage... The potion that will lead me to a bright future..."

He sobbed, tears falling from his eyes in big drops.

The voice became more and more empty.

Moon Wolf gently licked away the tears on his face and gently pressed her face against his.

"I beg you... remember me... I am Winster, I am Winster, not White..."

"I want to make the world a more beautiful place...but I...but I can't do it..."

"I am Winster, not White... I am Winster, not White."

He curled up in the cold, grasping the last bit of consciousness and muttering to himself over and over again.

Moon Wolf tilted his ears.

[…You won’t die, they are coming for you.]

"Do not……"

Winster panted, hoping that they would find it, but also hoping that they would not find it...

The white wolf looked at him, turned around and called softly.

A little black wolf walked out of the forest.

It called out to the little wolf in a low voice a few times.

The little wolf ran out.

Moon Wolf turned around and saw that Winster had almost lost consciousness and started to cry out in the cold.

He walked forward, gently lifted up Winster who was lying on the ground at the root of a tree, held him in his arms, leaned on his back, and gently patted his body with his tail.

"...Please remember me..."

[…I will remember you…Don’t be afraid…]

……

Snape was searching anxiously in the Forbidden Forest, and the bloodstains on the ground were intermittent, revealing that the owner of the bloodstains was in an increasingly bad mood.

"Winster!" He ignored the prohibition of shouting in the Forbidden Forest and called out loudly, praying that his student still had the ability to respond: "Winster!"

While fiercely fighting off the scattered eight-eyed giant spiders that were attracted by the sound.

He had just fought off a giant eight-eyed spider that was more than two meters tall, about seven feet, when he heard a dangerous rustling sound coming from the bushes behind him.

"Who!" he shouted, turning his back and pointing his wand in that direction.

The rustling of the bushes died away quickly, and Snape ran after it.

After running for a distance, he bumped into a wolf cub that had just emerged. It lowered its head and sniffed, then walked towards him happily with its eyes lighting up.

"An ordinary wolf in the Forbidden Forest?" Snape pointed his wand at it in confusion. He wanted to drive it away roughly, "Stay away from me!" But the wolf kept approaching him, which gave him a glimmer of hidden hope.

Remembering what the director of the Muggle orphanage said about Winster being favored by animals, his attitude softened a little and he looked at it with scrutiny.

"Winster?"

The wolf didn't understand and wanted to come over to bite his trouser legs, but he drove it away. Then it kept whining and trousering, trotting a few steps deeper into the forbidden forest, and then turned back to look at him.

It seems like he is leading the way.

Snape frowned and followed him as if to give it a try.

When he arrived deep in the forbidden forest, this is what he saw -

Under a huge tree, Winster was lying on a big wolf, gasping for breath, while the wolf looked up at him alertly.

Snape's heart was in his throat. He walked over step by step, not knowing whether he was afraid that the wolf would suddenly hurt Winster, or afraid of an ending that he could not accept, at least not for the time being.

The wolf did not move, allowing Snape to approach it with his wand and take Winston out of its arms.

Snape touched Winston's still warm body and felt his weak but real breath.

He hurried towards the castle.

……

Winster felt the darkness around him suddenly lighten. He escaped from one warm embrace and fell into another warm embrace. He vaguely realized that someone came to save him.

"...Who?" He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he seemed to feel at ease.

“Teacher…?” Is that you?

"...You came to save me?" Winster said in a daze.

"It's me." The teacher's voice was low and familiar, and seemed to tremble a little.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Winster's lifeless face with his eyes open, but he did not stop.

"...I'm so cold." Winster complained.

Snape cast a warming charm over him.

"...Am I going to die?" Winster let out a sigh and asked quietly.

"...I will save you." Snape should have angrily told him to shut up, but he changed his mind and said this.

Winster tilted his head back, breathing in Snape's slightly bitter herbal scent, unable to see Snape's expression clearly.

He moved his fingers slightly and managed to grab Snape's hair that was hanging down.

"...but I will become a werewolf." Winster said in a breath, but with a hint of playfulness. He shook Snape's hair that he was holding and said.

"..." Snape should have answered that he would not, but fell silent... He had no way to guarantee it.

"..."

Winston sighed imperceptibly.

“…I want to die again…”

"Shut up." Snape pursed his lips and finally cursed out.

Winster shut his mouth in grievance.

Snape was still holding him and hurrying along, his breathing was unstable and sprayed randomly on Winster's face.

But it gave him peace of mind.

Snape let him hold the hair and hurried on his way.

In the familiar bumps, Winster's eyes gradually fell, and he complained like a spoiled child.

"Teacher, can you please hurry up...I'm so sleepy."

Snape's breath caught, but his feet moved faster, almost sprinting.

He shouted in a low voice, "No sleep!"

"Did you hear that! Winster! No sleep!"

"If you dare to fall asleep now, I will deduct 50 points from your school!"

"...That's too much..." Winster struggled to complain, "My academy is your academy...and you still want to deduct points."

"If you don't wake up, I will really buckle up."

"...But I'm really sleepy...I'll just close my eyes for a while...Teacher...will you wake me up?"

"..."

Snape didn't say anything, but ran out of the Forbidden Forest even more desperately. After running out of the Forbidden Forest, he used his wand to put Winston on a stretcher and ran towards the hospital wing with gritted teeth.

Dumbledore gave him access.

But Winster's body could no longer support him to change his shape.