seven days lost

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He ran towards her quickly, moved the boulder away with an exorcism spell, and turned to find that Draco was nowhere to be seen.

Slap.Slap.The sound of the wind blowing the robe was still ringing in my ears, it licked his ankles and his arms, it was hot, like hot bread in an oven, he was dried by the desert at noon... No, it was not the wind, it was A real flame, a sudden conflagration...he will be burned in no man's land.

A gust of cool wind suddenly blew overhead, followed by a series of footsteps accompanied by the creaking and shaking of the planks.The soft cloth swept over his face, and he supported his waist with both hands, hugging him horizontally.He leaned on the man's shoulders, and his shoulders swayed up and down slightly with his steps, like a ship sailing on the sea.

He smelled the fragrance on his neck and the ashes floating in the air, which made him feel extremely intoxicated, and he couldn't help but leaned closer to rub it gently.He wanted to call his name, but he couldn't open his mouth, his lips were unbearably dry...

He walked through the fire, the cold fire, the fence-like woods, the big snake thrust its fangs into the black man's throat, once, again...

"I'm sorry." A high-pitched and cold voice sounded, like a blade piercing the curtain of night, punching a row of blood holes in his heart.

Something in his brain suddenly shattered, the sky collapsed and the ground collapsed, countless images surged and rolled in front of his eyes like colorful light rain, he almost convulsed all over, and couldn't catch his breath.

"Don't go, Harry!"

"You're not going to the Forbidden Forest, are you?"

"...does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a moment."

"No, you guessed right!"

"Is Draco still in there?"

"……He is dead!"

His feet fell to the ground again, in a mess of ruins.He was facing the pale, snakelike man, and they circled, pointing wands at each other.

He yelled "Ammunition" and the man yelled "Avada Kedavra"!His blood-red eyes stared at him firmly, the red light and the green light were intertwined, like life and death intertwined, love and hate intertwined... The dazzling light stung his eyes, the man's magic wand Letting go, the body slowly fell backwards, and deafening cheers sounded from all around.He showed a smile, but before he had time to enjoy the joy of victory, the afterglow of the two beams of magical light colliding with each other suddenly drilled into his brain, like a big bell ringing his internal organs.

when...when...when...when...

Everything faded away.

He opened his eyes and closed them again.The fire burned and went out, the castle was built and fell down, the man laughed and cried, he remembered and forgot.

At that time... what did you say?

The cause of the Burrow Fire was very simple, gasoline and a Burning Charm.As for why there is gasoline in the living room, this question can only be answered by Mr. Weasley, but what is more difficult to explain is the Burning Curse.

"It's probably a spell cast by the patient himself." When Draco consulted Mr. Corso, the old man said so.They had been talking about the matter for an hour, and Mr. Corso was not impatient with his probing.

"That's impossible, he doesn't have a wand," Draco retorted subconsciously.

"It's just a burning spell, can it be cast without a wand?" Mr. Corso shrugged, "According to research, there are indeed examples of patients unconsciously casting magic in their dreams. Of course, they are generally under strong mental stimulation... "

Draco lowered his head, silent.

When he rushed to the Burrow that day, he found that the living room on the first floor was on fire. He forced open the door, ran in and wrapped Harry, who was lying unconscious on the ground, with his coat, and sent him to St. Mungo's Hospital.

Harry inhaled too much carbon dioxide in his trachea, and his life was in danger.Fortunately, the therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital was reliable, and finally pulled him back from the brink of death.

At that time, he sat restlessly at the door of the ward, then stood up and walked around.After receiving the notification, the Weasley family arrived. Draco hastily tightened the collar of his windbreaker, went to the corner and hid, and he was relieved when he heard the therapist tell them that Harry was safe and sound. left alone.

He knew he was out of the hospital and back at the Burrow, and he knew it would be even more difficult for them to get in touch now—Harry's cell phone was destroyed in the fire, and the Weasleys had learned from this lesson that they valued him more. Tight, almost inseparable.

He thought about resending him a mobile phone, but before he could do it, Ron found him first.

"Don't approach Harry again, Malfoy." He cut to the chase as soon as they met. "We are very grateful that you saved him and took him to the hospital. But as far as we know, you have been trying to bring him to the hospital for half a month." Lead outside, I don't know what you want to do—"

"I don't know where you got the news, Weasley. Is that what you did to Potter's savior?" he cut him off coldly.

"Harry told me. He said he's been seeing you all the time." Ron stared into his eyes and said, "Anyway, I hope you don't meddle in Harry's business anymore. It's over, he doesn't owe you anything."

"Did you use Veritaserum on him? Or Legilimency?"

"No, he said it himself. Do you think everyone is as mean as you?"

"As if you took good care of him," Draco sneered, "whose fault do you think this fire is?"

Ron choked, blushing.

"We will pay attention, you don't need to remind." He looked less imposing, "In a word, that's all I want to say, stop thinking about those crooked thoughts!"

He stood up and was about to leave, but Draco quickly stopped him from behind: "How is Potter, Weasley?"

"Him? He's so nice. Does he disappoint you?"

"Did he... say something?" His voice hesitated, as if he still had some expectations.

Ron frowned, he glanced at him, and finally shrugged: "No."

Draco quietly looked at the black diary in his hand.He turned one page, another, and finally turned it back, staying on the bright red title page.

"If you've read the diary, you already know what I mean."

Maybe he got it, maybe he didn't.He greedily searched for the mutilated shadow in the diary, blinded himself with those hallucinations, although he knew that Harry might have forgotten him again - how many times would he find the diary after he stopped calling him Woolen cloth?

His memory floats on thin paper, which can be burned out with a single fire.

But he remembers all of them.

Draco closed the diary and put it in his pocket.He took a deep breath, got up and walked to the corridor, lighting a cigarette.The swirling smoke obscured his gray-blue eyes.

There was a loud noise from the other end of the corridor, and several employees were yelling, trying to stop something.More and more people gathered around, their chaotic footsteps and shouts pulled Draco back from his thoughts, and he frowned and walked there quickly.

"What's going on?" He pushed aside the crowd, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic stepped aside after seeing the uniform of the Reticent Man on his body, "Don't you know that our work requires silence?"

"Mr. Malfoy, this man insists on breaking in!" a male staff member said loudly, "We are kicking him out!"

Draco finally squeezed into the center, and he saw the surrounded man - he was only wearing blue and white striped pajamas, a slipper was missing from his foot, his hair was messier than usual, and his glasses were askew on the bridge of the nose.He was looking around, and when he saw him, he showed a big smile, ran up and hugged his waist.

"I've been looking for you, Malfoy!"

There was an uproar around him, and Draco stared at him blankly, a little at a loss.Harry didn't pay attention to the reactions of the others. He glanced back and whispered anxiously in his ear, "Take me away quickly, they're about to come after me!"

"They...? Who?"

"I escaped from home, and they're after me!" Harry took his hand and ran out, Draco clenched his hand after realizing it, pulled out his wand and knocked down several with the Limp Legs Curse. someone trying to stop them.He led him into the next elevator, closed the door hard, and pressed the button.

The space in the elevator is small and silent, and each other's breathing can be heard clearly.They stood together, hands still clasped, and Draco took off his coat and draped it over him.

"Why did you escape?" he asked, still not recovering.

"They won't let me see you, and they won't give me my wand back," said Harry quickly, fidgeting into his ill-fitting coat, "but I have something to tell you, Malfoy. I remember—I still owe you an answer."

Draco's back stiffened and his blood froze.He trembled, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer, the answer he had waited for six years, the last hope that kept him—

Harry raised his head, looked at him seriously, and said softly, "I like you too, Malfoy. Let's be together."

Ding!The elevator door opened, and a multitude of voices poured in.Draco glanced out the door, took his arm and led him out with all his might.