Hogwarts in the shadows

Professor Snape stared at Draco's cut chest, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

He pursed his lips tightly, "How is it going?"

Madam Pomfrey's hands were constantly moving, using complex spells to try to stabilize Draco's shaky vital signs.

Without even looking up, she said, "It's serious, Severus.

The fragment was too close to the heart, and my spellcasting wasn't steady enough to extract it safely.

If you make a mistake, your heart could be damaged, with disastrous consequences.”

Snape frowned even more tightly, he drew out his wand, and carefully explored Draco's internal condition.

As he explored, his expression became more serious. The situation was a hundred times more difficult than what Madam Pomfrey had described.

The fragments were almost close to Draco's beating heart, and every heartbeat was a brush with death.

"Have you contacted Albus?" Snape asked anxiously.

Madam Pomfrey shook her head, "No contact."

Snape took a deep breath and said, "I'll do it."

Madam Pomfrey nodded, took out a bottle of Phoenix Tears and held it, ready to save Draco's life at any time.

Outside the infirmary, Harry sat on the cold metal bench, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

His eyes were fixed on the closed door.

Every heartbeat seemed to remind him that Draco's life was fighting a desperate battle with death behind that door.

Harry closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind.

Yet Draco's face remained clear in his mind.

All the moments he had spent with Draco came flooding back to him, making him unable to extricate himself.

When Harry first met Draco, he didn't have a good impression of him.

The platinum-haired, arrogant boy always carries an unpleasant arrogance and prejudice.

Every encounter between them was filled with tension and quarrels.

Harry once thought that he and Draco were born incompatible and could never live in harmony.

But Harry thought back now, every retort, every taunt during those arguments.

All of these made him remember the boy with platinum hair even more deeply.

During the difficult moment of the Triwizard Tournament, Harry felt unprecedented loneliness and helplessness.

No one believed him, even Ron, his closest partner at the time, became suspicious and alienated from him.

However, at this moment, Draco stood up.

He believed Harry was innocent and did not put his name into the Goblet of Fire.

This sudden trust, like a ray of sunshine in winter, warmed Harry's cold heart.

Draco not only gave him moral support, but also helped him train magic and improve his skills, giving him more chances of survival in the game.

Not only that, Draco also taught him many life lessons, allowing him to gradually regain his confidence and learn how to better deal with challenges.

At that moment, Harry realized that this person who always confronted him had actually been silently supporting him.

Since then, their relationship has undergone subtle changes.

They began to talk about everything, sharing each other's secrets and dreams.

Some nights they even slept in the same bed.

In those intimate times.

Their friendship grew deeper, and quietly planted a strange seed in Harry's heart - a seed of love and the future.

After entering the Shadow Base, Harry and Draco's relationship was sublimated to an unprecedented level.

Not only did they become comrades-in-arms fighting side by side, but they also forged an indestructible friendship through countless life and death tests.

On the battlefield, they rely on each other and face the enemy together, whether it is a hail of bullets or the flash of swords.

They were fearless and blocked fatal attacks for each other.

Those days of fighting side by side, those moments of sharing life and death.

Their friendship became stronger through the baptism of blood and fire, and became true friends of life and death.

Harry was not unaware of the growing emotion in Draco's eyes as he looked at him.

However, he was slow to face up to his feelings for Draco.

Whenever Draco looked at him, the deep affection and passion in his eyes made ripples in his heart.

But he always avoids and dares not face this feeling.

Now Draco was lying in the operating room, his life or death uncertain, and Harry's heart was deeply broken.

He thought back to every moment he had spent with Draco, the laughter, the tears, the arguments and the reconciliations.

They were like precious fragments of memory, constantly replaying in his mind.

Recalling Draco's bravery on the battlefield.

Recalling that Draco was always the first to rush forward in times of danger.

Recalling how Draco never gave up even when he was in the most pain.

This took Harry's breath away.

He realized that Draco's position in his heart had long become irreplaceable.

Without Draco, his world would become gray and colorless.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second seemed so long and torturous.

Harry began to reflect on his feelings and realized that his feelings for Draco had gone beyond friendship and become a deep attachment and admiration.

This feeling was like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, finally erupting at this moment.

Harry felt a surge of emotion inside him and he knew he couldn't run away from it anymore.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress the anxiety in his heart, and began to imagine what he would say to Draco when Draco woke up.

He wanted to tell Draco how empty and meaningless his world would be without Draco.

He wanted to tell Draco that he was willing to give everything for him, including his own life.

He wanted to tell Draco that as long as Draco could get through this, he was willing to spend the rest of his life with him.

Finally, the door of the medical room slowly opened after endless waiting.

Madam Pomfrey appeared in the doorway.

Harry's breath caught involuntarily.

He stood up suddenly, his eyes fixed on Madam Pomfrey, nervously awaiting her verdict.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him, a hint of fatigue in her eyes, but more of relief.

"He's fine, Potter. The operation was a success, but he needs time to recover."

Harry felt like a prisoner who had been released, his heart filled with gratitude and joy.

He squeezed Madam Pomfrey's hand.

"Thank you, thank you, Madam Pomfrey. Thank you so much!"

Harry's eyes were a little moist. He couldn't wait to see Draco and tell him his decision in person.

"Can I go see him now?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry's longing eyes and felt a little moved.

But she still hesitated slightly, after all, the patient needed to rest.