seven days lost

Something that actually existed.Although he could only find traces from his diary, he could feel the throbbing in his heart, the moment he touched the fading light.

Harry has been in a daze for a long time recently, staying in his room and not coming out.One or two chaotic pictures flashed through his mind from time to time, but he couldn't catch them.He had read his diary many times, especially the last fragment of the sixth day made him a little puzzled. He seemed to have forgotten a very important memory, and recalling it made him extremely painful.

Why can't he remember?He stared at those key words—fire, scream, cry... He felt a sharp pain in his brain when he thought about it deeply. It seemed that a kind of magic was clamping down on his memory, and he let out a desperate wail.

Harry thought about it, and felt that he still had to look for clues from Draco.

That evening, he asked Draco to meet next to that coffee shop.

Harry stood on the side of the street and looked at the busy street scene, the swirling neon lights, the sweet cotton candy, and the wind blowing the skirt of the twisted girl. For a moment, he felt as if he was stuck in it.And when he saw that person approaching from the dark corner of the scroll, he floated out of the mire again, revealing his face in the fresh air.

They sat down at an empty table.Draco ordered a cup of black coffee, and Harry remembered that he ordered a mocha when they first met.

"Hey, have you changed your taste?" he asked casually.

Draco glanced at the coffee in his hand and took a sip slowly.

"...No. I just don't like Mocha anymore."

"That's a change of taste."

"But I don't like black coffee either."

"I know, it's too bitter. I prefer milk."

He seemed to smile, but Harry couldn't see it, it was too dark.

"Potter, you said you have something to discuss with me?"

"Yes. I asked you to help investigate why I lost my memory. Have you found it out?" Harry asked.

Draco scratched the back of his head, seemingly distressed.

"Sorry, I didn't find out. Actually everyone wants to know why you have this disease, but it's a mystery."

Harry nodded, bit his lower lip and clasped his hands together.

"Actually I remembered something before, but... it gave me a headache when I continued to think about it. I think this disease of mine is not natural, it is man-made, it may be some kind of magic... But I I can't tell."

"I have also considered this possibility, but if this is the case, the situation will be complicated." Draco propped his chin in thought, "There are many types of magic, and it is not easy to decipher. But as long as there are clues, I will I'll do my best to help you."

"...Thank you." Harry paused, and said sincerely, "No matter how much you said you hurt me before, Malfoy, I should still be grateful to you."

"Potter..."

"It was almost unimaginable before," he continued. "I read the diary. We used to be enemies, didn't we? I appreciate you helping me regardless of the past."

Draco looked into his eyes, the deep emerald green like a surging river of gemstones, bright and cold.

His words were so strange, as if he was looking at all this from the perspective of an irrelevant bystander.They were rivals, that's right, but did he know how he felt?Did he know the nervousness he felt when he was targeting him?Does he know what it's like for him to be sulking with his attitude but to be alone?Did he know the despair when he fell in love with him, when he knew he could never be with him?

No, he doesn't know.He doesn't understand.

That's not something a "nemesis" can cover.

It's not... something that can be explained clearly by "regardless of previous suspicions".

He finally just smiled and didn't answer.

He didn't know how long he'd been staring at him the first time he handed him his business card.

Draco walked Harry back to the Burrow door.They waved goodbye, and Harry walked across the gravel road among the weeds, the shadow of the moon sea on the smooth surface of his shoes.The back of his head flicked and disappeared into the open black door.

Harry took off his shoes and put them on a side shoe rack.The lights were not turned on in the living room, Ron and Hermione went out to socialize, and they haven't come back yet.Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley seemed to be visiting an old friend, and they didn't know when they would be returning home.

He sat in the dark for a while, stood up and wanted to pour a cup of hot water to drink, but after walking a few steps, he caught something and it rolled to the ground with a bang.Harry crouched down to feel for it, but couldn't touch it anyway.

He sighed, turned around and wanted to turn on the light in the living room, but as soon as he took a step, he stepped on a cylindrical slippery thing, and jumped forward inadvertently.His head hit the ground heavily, his glasses flew out, and he fell unconscious when his eyes went dark.

He felt that he was sinking downwards, sinking infinitely... The small noises fluttered and fluttered in his ears, like countless meaningless poems.

"Come on, Harry..."

"Let's go..."

"No!"

He stood there blankly, the sky above his head collapsing and collapsing.A soft hand grabbed him and led him out. Unexpectedly, he didn't resist and followed him out.The milky white mist clouded his eyes, and he shook his head, only then did he see that it was Ginny who was holding his hand.

He stared at her blankly, unable to say a word.

He knew... he knew it was over.Dumbledore is dead, falling from the top of the tower.But he just wouldn't believe it.

The scene on the Astronomy Tower still swayed before his eyes, the pale face of the boy, the wand tilted to the side in his hand, the scream full of fear, he wondered why this happened, why?

Maybe there is no why, he thought dully, no reason, no right and wrong, nothing.All mistakes are of the heart.

He looked at the girl in front of him, her face was as pale as his.

How many people lost their blood this night?How many people were forced to make a choice?They huddled in the Three Broomsticks bar in Diagon Alley, sat on snow-white chairs with people from all over the world, just to listen to a pale eulogy in the rain of arrows brought by the centaurs, and went their separate ways.

And what should he do?

Harry opened his eyes suddenly.He sat up, panting, but was choked by the smell of smoke in the air, and coughed violently.He squinted his eyes, and there seemed to be flames in the distance. They swayed with the wind in the dark night, like maple leaves in late autumn.

The sound of beep beep was so trance in the ear, but also so awake.Harry coughed again and sat up unsteadily.

He saw shattered ruins emerging from the jungle-like fire, and they fluttered in the scorching wind like butterflies with broken wings... Burnt paper and cloth, collapsed wooden frames, tilted faceless stone statues... …he and Ron mounted two heavy broomsticks and flew through the flames towards the burning door…

Countless shadows churned in the sea, filtering into sections of dark frames.He bent down and stretched out his hands to the boy in the sea of ​​flames, and he quickly reached out his hands, but their hands were covered with sweat, and they slipped away after touching them, and they couldn't hold them at all.

"Harry, if we die here because of them, I won't let you go!" roared Ron next to him.Still stubbornly circling around, he reached out to him again.This time Draco reached out with both hands, grabbed his arm, and mounted his broom.The tongue of fire licked the hem of his robe, he hugged his waist tightly, and his whole body was pressed against him.

The broom sank a lot, but Harry and Ron nimbly avoided the flying Fiendfire and rushed out of the door of the Room of Requirement.

Harry blinked, his eyeballs were a little sore, and the smoke was so unbearable that he could barely open them.He crawled forward on his stomach, struggling to get the pair of glasses not far away, but the hot air pouring into his nasal cavity made him dizzy, and his raised hand dropped again.

He felt as if someone was dragging him back, preventing him from going any further, and he cried and wailed, but couldn't do anything... No, there were too many, too many, countless moments like this...

no, do not want……

Help me, who will help me... The fire spread in front of his eyes, and the heat wave hit his nose.He fumbled in his pocket in a panic, took out a mobile phone and opened the flip cover, he pressed the button tremblingly, his eyeballs were burning as if they were about to burn, and his throat was so hoarse that he couldn't make a sound.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep... hello?"

"Draco..." He coughed violently after saying this, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he could hardly continue, but he still held the phone tightly and insisted on finishing the sentence, "At that time... Then... what did you say?"

There was a sound of burning and collapsing wood not far away, which completely covered the man's answer.The phone slipped from his hand, and his cheek hit the ash-covered ground heavily.

pat.pat.

It sounds like the sound of rain falling to the ground, or like a mother crying for a child who has returned from afar.

pat.

He turned his head.Oh, it's the wind blowing their clothes, making a fluttering sound.They landed slowly, in the gray, in the crack, in the hands held together.He clutched his wrists, his lips parted and closed on his sweaty and dusty face.He was about to speak, when suddenly there was a scream from behind, he turned around, a red-haired girl's leg was pinned down by a falling boulder, her wand bounced out, her hand slapped on the ruins, and her palm was crushed. sharp shards