Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

"But, I can only be the savior."

Harry slowly withdrew from Narcissa's arms, raised his head slightly and clenched his hands firmly, "Before Voldemort truly dies, I can only be the savior."

Narcissa moved her mouth slightly and looked at Harry, who was the same size as her son. In the end, she said nothing and just hugged Harry into her arms again.

The Dark Lord's early resurrection caught everyone off guard. If it hadn't been for Harry Potter's nightmare, they wouldn't have even known that the Dark Lord had been resurrected.

Sirius's memory only recorded that during the Triwizard Tournament in the fourth year of Hogwarts, the Dark Lord asked Barty Crouch Jr. to invade the school and tamper with the Triwizard Tournament trophy, taking Harry away to an unknown place. In the famous place, Harry's blood was taken away, his body was reshaped, and his resurrection was completed.

Harry leaned lightly on Narcissa's shoulder, his voice timid, "Can I go see Draco, Mrs. Malfoy?"

"Of course, but before that, you should have some dessert," Narcissa placed Harry on the dining table and placed the dessert brought by the elf in front of Harry.

Perhaps no one can resist a mother's loving gaze. Harry thought about the chocolate frogs he had eaten with Ron on the train, and then reached out and picked up the dessert Narcissa had prepared for him.

"You're right, I should probably eat something."

After confirming Draco's safety, the three adult wizards in the room moved to another location.

Severus Snape opened his sleeves, revealing his pale left arm and the dazzling Dark Mark on it.

"It was getting clearer and heating up, but it wasn't calling me."

Sirius frowned without saying a word, his worried eyes wishing to cover Severus' whole body.

Lucius unbuttoned his sleeves, revealing the Dark Mark, which was also getting brighter.

"As long as the Malfoy family is not the first to take a stand, the pure-blood families are all wise and shrewd. In today's peaceful magical world, except for your Order of the Phoenix who doesn't want the Dark Lord to come back..."

"Those of us who escaped Azkaban's punishment in the first place don't want it even more."

Sirius nodded in agreement. As long as the Malfoy family did not indicate that they would immediately follow Voldemort again, other pure-blood families would choose to wait and see.

"So, apart from the group of people still in Azkaban, the only person who can be used by the Dark Lord now is Barty Crouch Jr."

Lucius watched Sirius snort disdainfully, "Those small families who want to climb up are eager to crawl in front of the Dark Lord, kneel at his feet, kiss his insteps, and serve him."

Sirius glanced at Lucius who was still angry. If the small family in front were removed, he would think that Lucius was talking about his former self.

Lucius noticed Sirius's thought-hidden gaze and rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Put away your stupid eyes, Black."

"We followed him in order to revive the glory of pure blood. The innate magic power of pure-blood descendants is stronger than that of mixed-blood and hemp wizards. However, the number of pure-blood wizards has been decreasing. It is an indisputable fact."

"The British wizarding world would not be able to function at all without the economic support of our pure-blood wizards."

Severus thought about his original intention of joining the Death Eaters and Lily's death due to his informing, and closed his eyes slightly, "Dumbledore has already investigated in secret, and now most pure-blood families still have There is no news of the Dark Lord’s resurrection.”

Sirius seemed to have suddenly figured out something, and clapped his hands together, "I know! He must be very weak now, and there is no one available to him!"

"In my memory, he was resurrected because of the help of the traitor Peter! But now Peter's soul has been sucked away by those ugly dementors." Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at Lucius and Severus Si, "We need a perfect plan that cannot be discovered."

Lucius and Severus had understood Sirius' unspoken intention, to give the Dark Lord what he thought was his best chance at reshaping his body, and then use this to ambush him, preferably by killing him.

Sirius' excitement was followed by silence.

Because no matter how perfect their plan is, Harry will be a part of the plan and the most indispensable one.

Draco was lying on the bed with his eyes tightly closed, his face very pale. Harry frowned slightly and searched in his memory. Draco always seemed to have a pale face in front of everyone, even when he was emotional. It's just that the skin is a little pink, and the face is not as red as ordinary people.

Harry felt that this pale skin color that was so white that it was not as fair as normal people might be inherited from the Malfoy family, because Lucius Malfoy also had this skin color.

So when Lucius Malfoy often puts on an arrogant and disdainful expression, there are also often people who secretly speculate and curse that Lucius will be as short-lived as his father.

Draco would look better with a rosier face, at least he would look healthier.

Harry thought back to the first time he met Draco, who was standing on a bench in Madam Malkin's shop and being measured by that naughty measuring stick.

If it weren't for the fact that Draco kept mentioning his father and his love of Quidditch and broomsticks, it reminded him of the unreasonable Dudley who was spoiled by Uncle Vernon.

Harry thought maybe he and Draco might have become friends back then.

Draco was a wizard of his own age whom he met when he entered the wizarding world.

Draco didn't show much anger when he refused to shake his hand, but Harry still remembered Draco's face becoming a little pink, and the angry Draco looked more alive.

What else could he do but be a savior?

Harry looked at Draco who was lying quietly, and the hand that wanted to touch Draco's platinum hair stopped in mid-air.

Draco was like the brightest shooting star in the sky, dazzling but unable to stay.

Harry lowered his eyes and looked at the distance between his own hand and Draco's hair, so close yet so far away.

His feelings for Draco came out of the blue, and it wasn't long enough for him to realize and acknowledge them.

However, he was sure that he really liked Draco.

No matter it's Draco before amnesia or Draco after amnesia, as long as it's Draco Malfoy.

He will like it.

Harry withdrew his hand that was still in the air, even though he could reach Draco if he moved just a little further.

Draco didn't like him yet.

Harry knew.

Even though he was the great hero in Draco's childhood stories, even though the name Harry Potter accompanied Draco throughout his childhood, even though Draco's diary may have expressed too much attention to him.

But Harry really couldn't imagine that Draco would like him first. Who would break away from the aura of the savior and fall in love with an ordinary trouble-making Harry Potter?

After tracking the amnesiac Draco, Harry finally figured out Slytherin's duplicity and ambiguity in facing emotions.

What if every time Draco came to Gryffindor to tease him, it was with a sense of comfort or an unspeakable love...

Then every time he took it for granted to fight back and speak harshly, and when he and Ron complained about the evil Slytherin with the same hatred...

How sad must Draco be?

Harry didn't want Draco to like him when he was still confused about feelings.