[All characters belong to J. KRowling]
On the eve of the final battle, his ego died. When the family no longer needed him, he could face his self-dislike.
So, he didn't know what day it was, but he forgot that he was killed by a sudden death-killing curse by a well-hidden dark wizard. To be honest, this didn't make him find it difficult to accept. He had no hatred for the perpetrator. Perhaps in that moment between life and death, he felt guilty for not being able to spend more time with his son Scorpius.
However, Merlin seemed to play a trick on him, taking him back to the time he was born.
Why? Does he have any other obsessions? He quickly learned not to think about this problem anymore, and he told himself what to do. Even though he wanted everything to end, and he was in self-loathing all the time, he also longed for the love of his family, longed to change that terrible future, and save some people he cared about.
"'Life is all on praying, isn't it?" The platinum-blond young man lowered his head and touched the emerald ring on his left thumb, with a vague smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"Pray to whom, God, well, or Merlin?" The savior obviously did not realize that this was a lyric. He put down the letter in his hand and stared at the young man in front of him. The other person's presence undoubtedly made him a little cautious, and he did not wait for a response.
"Maybe pray to you." He said in his heart when he saw the black-haired, blue-eyed young man withdrew his gaze and continued to read the letter from the Order of the Phoenix.
- Harry Potter, the word reminded him of him.
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