[HP] Crack

Harry has been feeling like someone is watching him lately.

This feeling is not the same as ordinary stalking. The eyes that stick to him do not come from a pair of eyes behind a certain tree or cabin, but more like sticking to the back of his head coldly, like a piece of cold, smelly Weird pancakes.

They snatched Slytherin's locket from the Ministry of Magic, but accidentally exposed their temporary settlement at No. 12, Grimmauld Place during apparition, and had to live a wandering life.

Harry couldn't help but suspect that some Death Eater had followed them here.Ron was injured, and they couldn't find food. They were so hungry that they would be doomed if they were targeted by Death Eaters at this time.But no matter which direction Harry looked, he couldn't find any suspicious figures. He asked Hermione several times whether the protective spell she cast was reliable, and the girl seemed to be offended.

"I'm sure no one will notice, Harry," she said, "my magic will sound the alarm if any suspicious person approaches."

"You mean we're sure to find out if someone's around?"

"Of course it is!"

Harry didn't ask any more.If Hermione was right, then he was delusional.Maybe his nerves were too tense.

Ron groaned in pain, Harry stood up, and said while putting on the Invisibility Cloak, "I'm going out to find something to eat, and there's a Muggle street outside."

Hermione nodded at him, opened the shield, and said softly, "Be safe, Harry."

Harry took a breath and walked slowly out of the grove.He believed in his invisibility cloak, if someone was staring at him here, his eyes would definitely not be able to follow him.Harry walked around a muddy path overgrown with weeds, and carefully lifted the hem of the invisibility cloak, but still made a slight movement.

Maybe it was overheard by that man, Harry thought, and if he figured out where he was, maybe he'd follow and he'd know who it was.

Harry turned around a lot, trying to find a leg, an outline that wasn't well hidden, or a little rustle of walking, whatever.But he found nothing.Those eyes were still pressed against the back of his head.

Hell, he thought, what the hell is going on here?

In front of you is the bustling Muggle street. It is afternoon, and waves of sunlight are shining on the street trees and small shops along the street, and people are coming and going on the road.Harry took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes, enjoying a rare moment of relief.He hadn't talked to anyone other than Hermione and Ron in a long time, except, of course, for the riots at the Ministry, which wasn't a very good experience.

He wrapped the invisibility cloak tighter, and walked forward cautiously. There was a bakery in the east that seemed to have a good business.

A gust of cold wind made him shiver. Harry rubbed his nose and lowered his head. The shadows around him seemed to become darker.The wind was getting colder and colder, seeping in through the gaps in the invisibility cloak, like countless sharp thorns piercing into the bone crevices.He raised his head, and the street suddenly entered the cold and dark winter, all the sunlight evaporated in an instant, and the faces of those Muggles were frozen in place, turning into empty masks of laughing and cursing, like ghosts.

The cold breath wrapped him tightly, and his blood seemed to be frozen hard.Clouds of misty black shadows floated from not far away, all the joy disappeared... screams began to sound, and from a certain point in the mind, the sticky nausea of ​​being stalked was swallowed up like a black hole he.His father's yelling, and then his mother's... Let go, don't... He backed away in a daze, barely breaking free from the control of that negative force.The huge figures of the dementors are close at hand, their swaying cloaks, the sound of their ugly mouths creaking and swallowing the air, and the cold rustling when they slide...

The Invisibility Cloak couldn't fool Dementors, the thought flashed through Harry's mind.He tried his best to pull out his wand from his pocket, his mind went blank: "Call God to protect you!"

A cloud of silver-white mist emerged from the tip of the staff and collapsed.The locket on his chest swung and made a dull sound.As Harry racked his brains to think of his own pleasure, he felt the Dementor have taken his hand...slippery and cold, and he hated it.

"Call God Guard!"

Still just a cloud of useless mist.This time they didn't back down, they got closer, and one of the dementors took off his hood... No, no!Can't—call God guard—call God—he screamed in fear in his heart, his throat was hoarse, and he could only let out a tearing and meaningless roar.

He didn't need this, they couldn't—no—Harry stepped back, got bumped by a Muggle next to him, and fell to the ground.The dementor also rushed forward, it opened its mouth, it was a rotten black hole, breathing out a foul breath.

Harry felt that there was a force that could suck his soul out there, his vision was blurred, and all kinds of cold emotions rushed him in one direction... There was no light around him, and he realized that his The soul is being sucked away, he is in an out-of-body state, and the black hole in front of him is a meat grinder that can squeeze out all the rich souls, sucking away their happiness and leaving only negative emotions.

Harry vaguely understood that once he was sucked into the black hole, he would disappear completely.For this he struggled, but he could not resist the storm.The wind was noisy, like the sharp sound of countless crushed plastic tanks rubbing against each other. His soul was dismembered into pieces in this sound.

He was going to die, and Harry had never seen it so clearly.His soul would be sucked out, he would be gone forever, food for the dementors... It was a terrible way to die, but there was nothing he could do about it.Hermione and Ron would find his undead body in the streets and weep for him.What would they do with him? ...it doesn't matter anymore.he died.

The black hole was getting closer and closer, and countless big hands stretched out from it, grabbing his limbs fiercely.He let them hold him, maybe they wanted to dig happiness out of him like a grave robber digs for treasure.But he was not happy now, not at all.

Something smacked him hard, knocking him back into the maximum wind speed zone.He struggled to look back, there was a gray-black shadow floating there, he was being pulled like him, Harry could see that he was trying to fly back, but the force of the vortex was too great, he still moving forward slowly.

"Push me." The shadow uttered a voice that Harry found inexplicably familiar.He also started struggling.

"Who are you?" he yelled, echoing heavily.

"Push me!" The shadow moved a little further, getting closer to him.Harry reached out to grab him, but couldn't reach him.Not close enough.

"Who are you?" he repeated.

The man didn't answer.Harry gasped, and was immediately pulled back again.

"I don't," he said. "Why?"

"What did you say?" The man seemed annoyed, "Do as I say, Potter!"

"You want to take over my body, I know that," said Harry coldly, "why should I help you?"

The shadow had moved within reach of his hand, and Harry grabbed his leg, trying to rely on his free-gravity grip.The man shook his foot violently, trying to throw him off, Harry's hands gripped tightly, and they rolled in the dark storm.

"Go away, Potter!" the man hissed, and Harry didn't speak, talking would waste his extra energy.Rolling in a storm was no easy feat, but the man he was holding seemed far lighter and more unreal than he was.He remembered the feeling of grabbing half a bag of rice.

"If you don't want to die, don't move around," he said. "Two people have more resistance. I dare say if I let you go, you will be torn to pieces."

"I don't need you to judge whether I'm going to be torn to pieces." The man turned his head, Harry finally saw him clearly, and subconsciously grasped.

Those eyes glued to the back of his head were pitch black, looking at him coldly.He felt like he was going to throw up.

"Damn it, why you?" he yelled. "I let go, Voldemort!"