Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

Late at night, Harry's cell phone, which was placed beside his pillow, suddenly rang.

Since joining the long-term project at Gringotts, the Auror's temporary special mission owls have never woken Harry at night. In the past, emergency Auror call-outs in the late night or early morning always appeared several times a month, and the news they brought always required overnight and dangerous pursuits.

Harry pushed Draco's arm away from him and raised his upper body to reach the phone.

"What... happened? Who is it?" Draco was also woken up by the ringing. He looked at Harry beside him with sleepy eyes as he answered the call. "What time is it now..."

"What happened?" After listening to the phone for a few seconds, Harry's tone rose due to nervousness.

"You're not hurt?" The other person spoke very quickly, and Harry's expression became serious. "It's not your fault."

"Are you back to normal now?"

Draco leaned close to Harry's ear, trying to hear the call clearly. The voice on the other end of the phone was very familiar, it was Lancelot.

"It's him?" Draco was a little surprised.

"It's okay. Although the visitor entrance to the Ministry is closed, employees can still enter. I'll come find you now." Harry replied calmly. "I'll be there right away."

Harry was fully awake. He quickly put on his clothes and said to Draco, "I'm going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins."

Draco didn't hear clearly what was said on the phone, but he quickly followed Harry's actions and rushed out of bed.

"I'll accompany you."

The two met Lancelot, who looked devastated and guilty, on the first floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow.

"Is the necklace with you now? I'm going to the Ministry of Magic first." Harry said bluntly.

"Here are mine." Before Lancelot had time to deal with the blood and dirt on his clothes, he took out the Duchess's silver necklace and opal necklace and handed them to Harry.

"I'll be back soon. Draco, you can stay with him first." Harry waved his hand and left quickly.

"What's going on?" Draco looked Lancelot up and down carefully, and was relieved to see that except for his torn clothes, everything else on him was fine, without even a scratch.

"I helped Harry to collect the goblin products that Andre sent to the Duchess, but the opal necklace that you gave Harry that could resist the influence of magic fell out of my pocket - so, I -" Lancelot was a little sad and didn't want to continue. "My injuries were all minor and can be healed with magic."

"Out of control? Last time, I was carrying that silver sword close to my body, and I was also affected." Draco patted Lancelot's shoulder, "But last time it affected the perception of anxiety, making people just want to find ways to numb themselves. After staying away from that sword, when I came out of the bar, I was more sober than Harry..."

"I lost control and attacked many people." Lancelot felt a little short of breath, "but the one who was most seriously injured was Quinn's photographer - the cat."

"What cat? The magician's photographer?" Draco didn't understand for a moment. "Is he okay?"

"Maybe this necklace will affect a person's aggressiveness. Although my brain understands what is happening, I can't control it—" Lancelot turned back and walked into the hospital. "He has just been sent to the emergency room. I should go to the ward to see him."

"What about the others?" Draco nodded.

"It's in Brick Lane, where I took you last time. Their injuries shouldn't be that serious. They ran away quickly when they saw me losing control, except - except him, who dragged me back to the hospital. The security there is very bad, and it may not alarm too many people. The Muggle police are unwilling to intervene." Lancelot covered his face, "You are right, I'd better go back and take a look."

"You should stay here. I'll help you check if there are any injured people." Draco held Lancelot down. "Also, I think you should not appear in the black market in the near future. If they remember you, they will probably retaliate."

Lancelot bit his lip and said nothing.

Draco cast a Disillusionment Charm on himself. "I'll go check out the scene first. Harry and I trust you very much, so don't blame yourself. We shouldn't have entrusted our work to you. We've troubled you a lot before."

"It may be that I haven't had close contact with other people for too long before I met you - I haven't felt like I'm in trouble for a long time. At most, I will die quietly in a tomb by myself." Lancelot smiled bitterly.

"Don't run away at the last minute - wait for us to come back." Draco yawned softly. This time was still too early for him. "My wedding flower supplier, you promised."

As the sound of Apparition appeared in his ears, Draco disappeared.

Lancelot walked towards the St. Mungo's Hospital building in a daze. The early morning sun had already emitted a faint light from a corner of the sky. The prelude to the day had already begun. Due to lack of sleep and excessive physical energy consumed due to loss of control, Lancelot felt that his steps were light and fluttery. He thought of his family for no reason. The sun had already appeared, and they were going to hide again.

"How is the patient who came with me? Where is his ward?" Lancelot stuttered and asked the therapist on duty at the front desk.

"There is almost no magical damage - broken and dislocated ribs, and several other injuries. He should be able to recover in two or three days." The healer looked at Lancelot, whose clothes were covered in blood, with a suspicious look on his face. "It's on the first floor, in Ward 9. Are you his family? Strangers are not allowed to enter the ward casually."

"Friend." Lancelot thanked him vaguely, cleaned his clothes to make himself look more normal, and walked towards the ward.

Even the flat ground of the hospital made him stumble, just like his life. Originally, according to Lancelot's plan, these few months were enough time to save up the huge compensation. He originally wanted to pay the compensation directly, and the dispute, entanglement and injustice with the goblin would be written off, and he would start another life in anonymity with freedom.

Just like those royal families who like to build magnificent tombs for themselves, he has dug a beautiful pit for himself, ready to bury his family's reputation and glorious past, all the wealth he has earned so far, as well as all the dark childhood and the memories of life and death as a curse breaker in Gringotts.

I buried myself in it along with the past twenty years. Then I changed my name and place and started all over again.

But now he was stuck.

First it was the stupid couple, then this annoying guy.

Lancelot quietly pushed open the door of the ward and found only one person in the room.

Slowly walking to the bedside, Lancelot saw that the silver-haired photographer, debt collector, or something else, was already fast asleep.

The curtains of the ward were not drawn, and the morning light outside the window illuminated half of the patient's face. The silver hair and long eyelashes left a small shadow on his face. Perhaps because of excessive bleeding, his originally fair skin became a little pale. His breathing was even, and his lips outlined a beautiful arc.

Annoying. Stalker. A slug you can't shake off.

It sleeps like a cat.

The therapist covered the patient with the quilt very well, leaving only a delicate face and two arms outside the quilt. Lancelot was moved when he saw the patient's neatly trimmed nails.

A few days ago, when Draco insisted on painting Harry's nails, he went home and suddenly had the idea to carefully trim the claws of his silver kitten.

Lonely people always behave strangely. Lancelot felt his heart soften and shrink. He wanted to touch the nails that he had trimmed for him, but hesitated and retracted his hand.

When he Apparated back to the hospital entrance, Lancelot was still out of control. He remembered that this person repeatedly called his name to wake him up. Those ice-blue eyes mixed with blood looked at him and he hesitantly called out: "Giuliano?"

This person not only knew his name, but also his last name, but Lancelot still didn't know what the patient's name was.

Let's wait until he wakes up. Lancelot quietly walked out of the ward.

It's almost dawn.