[HP] Walk in Thorns and Flowers

Suddenly, the piercing pain disappeared.

"Damn you—" said the familiar voice tremblingly.

Christo's tensed nerves relaxed, and she became unconscious again.

After an unknown amount of time, Christo woke up, the quilt was soft and smelled like medicine.The entrance is the snow-white ceiling with the sign of St. Mungo on it.She sat up startled, how long had she been asleep?Had Voldemort noticed her walking away?She quickly put on her shoes, opened the door and was about to go out.

She held the doorknob and hesitated for a moment, lowered her eyes, risked herself, and left without saying goodbye, he would be very angry.But she couldn't control that much anymore, she rushed out, the doctors and nurses in the corridor came and went, no one came to stop her, she walked to the elevator smoothly, and pressed the down button.

Ding, the door is opened.

Christo raised her head, speechless in shock.

The boy came out and stood in front of her, looking at her with his narrow light gray eyes.He pursed his lips and said nothing.The warm meal in his hand gave off a faint fragrance, which made Christo feel more and more hungry, and the gloomy aura on his body made her uneasy.

She took the initiative to hold his hand, but he didn't move, his fingers were so cold that it made one's heart palpitate.

"Draco—" she broke her heart, "I'm sorry, I have to go back right now, or..."

Draco finally spoke, with a hoarse voice, "Kerry, have you ever thought about me?" He clenched her hand tightly and pulled her to his chest, the mithril on Krisdo's wrist The bracelet was exposed, emitting a cold light. "If it were you, would you like to see me always in danger?"

"I—" Christo looked guilty, "I'm not happy..."

"Very well, then you should take a good rest now, Kelly. Don't worry about the mysterious man. When I took you away, he was rushing over. Longbottom dropped the prophecy ball. He might not be there for a while. Want to see you."

Christo was silent, and Draco gently rubbed her fingers, "My Keri, just received two Cruciatus, now you can't beat me."

Christo glared at him, but didn't move.

Two wizards walked out of the elevator behind them, looked at them reproachfully for blocking the way, and walked around them cursing.

Draco didn't care at all, he smiled for the first time of the night, "We're going back to the ward, and I made Dobby make mashed potatoes."

His smile froze all of a sudden—Krista shook off his hand suddenly.

"Kerry?" He frowned.

Christo rushed to the elevators, and pressed the up button on each elevator. She glanced at the floors where the elevators were located, and rushed to the next stairs.

Draco quickly followed her, "What's the matter, Kerry?"

Christo didn't speak, she kept running up, dazed.

They reached the tenth floor, Draco couldn't help taking a breath, and Christo ran straight forward, seemingly tireless.

Draco looked up, suddenly froze.He saw Mrs. McMillan, and saw a group of doctors in white coats. They pushed the hospital bed and ran further into the corridor. One hand was hanging on the edge of the bed. It was the boy's hand.

Christo didn't dare to move forward, tears were in her eyes, she didn't dare to blink.

Draco walked up and hugged her gently, a bad premonition welled up in his heart - he remembered that Christo said that if the McMillan family couldn't solve it by themselves, then, Just holding the mentality of giving it a try.But with Mr. McMillan around, how could Ernie...

"Come closer?" Christo said hoarsely, with a look of longing and fear on her face.

The door of the emergency room was closed, and Mrs. McMillan stood outside the door. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were pursed. Although she stood there tenaciously, she was seven points haggard. Mrs. Weasley and Tonks were comfort her.

Draco felt that bad feeling deepened, he took a deep breath, took out the invisibility cloak and put it on his body, and led Christo slowly over.

The heavy and tired voice gradually became clearer.

"Ernie will be fine, Mike...Pace," Mrs. Weasley said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing something. "Although Sirius stopped it in time, but the Black family..."

"Molly, needless to say." Mrs. McMillan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was nothing, "It happened so suddenly, I want to be quiet, you go back first, Ginny and Ron Need their mother, and Tonks, your hand wound is not yet bandaged."

Mrs. Weasley and Tonks looked at each other without moving.

Mrs. McMillan sighed softly, "Dumbledore's people are not good at this."

Mrs. Weasley suddenly changed color, and grabbed the puzzled Tonks, "If you need anything, just contact us." Then she turned and left.

Draco quickly pulled Christo aside.

"You don't mind, she's a Slytherin, through and through."

"Their family is really strange. Two Gryffindors joined the Death Eaters. She is strange."

Mrs. Weasley frowned, "It's a bit strange. Speaking of which, who would have thought that Lestrange would take the opportunity to kill McMillan..."

"Ms. McMillan, she is so pitiful..."

Christo just felt like the sky was falling, and could no longer hear the conversation between them clearly.Originally, originally, she still held small expectations...

"Claire—" Draco reached out to wipe the tears off her face, but his fingers couldn't stop the rolling liquid.

Christo turned sideways, hugged him tightly, and buried all the choking sound into his chest.Why is this happening?In her impression, Dad was omnipotent, how could he be killed, obviously when she left there, everything was fine, she was just injured, unconscious, lying in St. Mungo's for a while, everything changed ...

Scenes at the Ministry of Magic flashed quickly in her mind. She remembered that when they were about to escape, Bella stopped them at the door, and she remembered that when she was attacked by Cruciatus, the road that chased her Mr. McMillan's fire dragon, remembering the look of pity on Bella's face as she left the living room with that insignificant book in her arms...

She felt so hateful.She took a breath, "Draco, I want to go back."

"where to?"

"Kill her."

"Claire—" Draco grabbed her arm, "Don't go back, it's come to this point, it's too unsafe."

"No, you're wrong." Christo looked at Draco, his eyes filled with coldness and sarcasm, "Thanks to his faithful servant, from now on, he can finally trust me completely. "She took out the prophecy ball, the light floating in the ball was so gentle, "Didn't he want this?" She shoved the prophecy ball into Draco's hands nonchalantly, "I can't take it back, send it Here you go."

Draco held the prophecy ball with an uneasy expression on his face, "Kerry, I don't know what happened that year, but——I think they, like me, only care about your safety the most." He gestured Christo looked into the distance.

When Christo saw Mrs. McMillan, she only felt that the pain in her heart was more intense. She wanted to throw herself into her mother's arms, begging for her caress by pulling her skirt like when she was a child, but at this moment, she couldn't.

"I'm sorry..." she murmured, she didn't even know who she was talking to, she closed her eyes, "I can't sit still, let alone, I've come so far." She stood on tiptoe , touched Draco's cold lips lightly, "Goodbye, Draco, I will be careful." She shook off Draco's hand.

Draco grabbed her again.

Christo looked at him quietly, no matter what, she would definitely leave.

After a while, Draco seemed to have finally figured it out. He hugged Christo tightly with all his strength, "Don't be impulsive." He paused, hesitated to speak, and finally only said, " let's go."

There was no one in the aisle, and Christo took the invisibility cloak.

Draco stood by the wall, staring at the corridor, the lights above his head illuminated everything very brightly, but he couldn't see his girl, he knew she was walking towards the stairs with a heavy heart, But I don't know if the tears are still flowing under her long eyelashes.

After a long time, he looked away.

Ernie hadn't been sent out yet, and Mrs. McMillan was still standing outside the door. She didn't seem to have moved, and kept that posture all the time. Her back was straight and her expression was solemn.

Draco thought of his mother.

He spread his palms, predicting the fate of Voldemort and Harry hidden in the ball, but it also cost Mr. McMillan his life.He looked at Mrs. McMillan, a young widow, a pair of children in danger, as Tonks said, she was so pitiful.But he couldn't reveal half of such emotions—her body was imposing and firm.

After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind that Christo couldn't see her, so let him seize this last chance.

"Mrs. McMillan, hello." He stepped forward.

Mrs. McMillan's eyes fell on him, tired and gentle, "Oh, Draco, how is Claire?"

Draco was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt very guilty, "She has already left."

Mrs. McMillan put her hand on his shoulder, "It's not your fault, she should have gone back, and you can't stop her." She narrowed her eyes slightly, with a smile on her face, as if thinking of Chris When I was young, in the blink of an eye, I brought some worries.

"Kerry gave this to me, and I thought, maybe this should be given to you." He took out the prophecy ball.

Mrs. McMillan showed a complex expression, and after a while, she chuckled, "Draco, I don't believe in divination, fate can only be held in my own hands." Her wand was on the prophecy ball, and the light in the ball Pulling it out, "I'll take the prophecy ball, and I'll leave the prophecy to you." She took the prophecy ball, waved her wand at Draco, and the light sank into his forehead.

Draco grimaced, and finally let it flow into his own thoughts.

"A man with the power to conquer the Dark Lord was born...in a family who defeated the Dark Lord three times...born at the end of the seventh month...the Dark Lord marked him as his rival, but he had the Dark Lord Unknowable energies...one must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live, only one survives...the one who has the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month..."