[HP] End of Death

Draco thought his OWLs were going fairly well, apart from being distracted by Harry's Patronus during the test which caused him to fail his Transfiguration - he made the plate disappear, but don't know how He didn't make any major mistakes except seeing Hagrid fleeing the school during the astronomy class exam, and Professor McGonagall being hit in the chest by four stunning spells.

But in the middle of the History of Magic exam, the Dark Mark and the bracelet on his left arm suddenly became hot at the same time. The burning was almost unbearable. Draco held back so that the examiner didn't notice the difference.He flipped through his paper and scribbled on the last two questions, then raised his hand and handed it in ahead of time.

"Oh, boy, there is still a lot of time! You can write for a while--" the TOFT examiner advised.

"Sorry, Professor, I - I'm not well -" Draco said, and he wasn't lying, the Dark Mark burning his skin to the point of wringing.

He saw Harry sitting in the front row look back at him, then turned back to continue the exam.

When Harry walked out of the examination room, he felt uneasy. He kept looking back, but he couldn't find the figure.It was as if a stone was pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. He felt that failing the divination test had never made him feel so depressed.

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron asked concerned, "Are you worried about the history of magic? I forgot the names of several battles of the Giant War, and then made up some, hoping to get away with it—"

Harry was about to answer when Hermione caught up with them from behind and said hurriedly, "Oops, I think I got the names of two rebel goblins wrong - I mean, I missed a letter, I must have -"

"Hermione," Ron interrupted her resolutely, "the exam is over, let's talk about it when the report card is issued."

In any case, the frightening exam is finally over.In the evening, as they sat in the common room, Harry finally stopped wondering if he'd memorized Hermione's notes, or if he'd mastered the Levitation Charm.But the scene they saw during the astronomy exam still worried him: Umbridge brought several wizards from the Ministry of Magic to besiege Hagrid, and Professor McGonagall was seriously injured when he came to stop them.

"I want to go to Hagrid's cabin to have a look." Harry said suddenly, just as he stood up, the scar suddenly burst into pain, which made him fall back on the chair again and pondered.

"Harry? What's the matter with you?"

"Harry!"

The voice in his ears gradually faded away, becoming ethereal and unreal... He saw himself standing in the big room full of shelves filled with glass balls again, standing between rows No. 90 and 98. Suddenly, his heart beat fast... He felt excited, he was about to get that thing, soon... He saw a dark figure sitting between the two shelves, he walked towards him quickly, getting more and more closer...

He saw the man's face clearly, he was curled up into a ball, his shiny blond hair was messed up now, as if blown by a snow wind for a while, and his bangs were sticking to his cheeks untidyly.His eye sockets were red, his pointed face was frighteningly pale, his neck was wrapped by the stand-up collar of the black windbreaker, and there were clear blue-black blood vessels on a small piece of exposed skin.

His stomach was convulsed with excitement, and he took out his wand and whispered, "Get it for me, quick... I can't, but you can, get it for me, Draco..."

The boy raised his head, his face seemed to be soaked in water, covered with sweat, and his forehead was still dripping sweat, as if he couldn't stop it.His gray-blue pupils were also trembling, like an astrolabe that was about to collapse, the silver starlight sighed and fell, turning into black ashes in his eyes.

The boy stretched out one hand, trying to reach for the glass ball on the shelf, but retracted halfway there, shaking his head in fear: "No, master, I can't help—"

"Hurry up, Draco!" A cold and high-pitched voice came out of his mouth, "Don't make me impatient, this is your only chance to make up...I know everything about you..."

Slowly raising the wand in his hand, it pointed straight at him...

"No, master...don't punish me!" The boy moved back in horror, he looked like he was about to cry, his chest heaved violently, a strand of blond hair stuck to the bridge of his nose, he was in a state of distress, "don't punish me, master ……forgive me……"

"Then bring it to me... or I'll have to give you a taste of the Cruciatus Curse..."

"Please, Master, I can't—"

"Crucio!" A red light illuminated the dusty glass balls on both sides, hitting the boy's chest.He leaned back, struggling and screaming in pain on the ground, and finally lay powerlessly on the ground like a dead fish, panting heavily, his eyes turning white.

"You can't defy me, Draco. There is still a long time... I hope you can complete your task as soon as possible, the sooner the better, otherwise..." He said coldly, the voice was devoid of humanity, as if The whispers of the devil in the depths of hell.

The body of the boy lying on his back moved, he took a breath, groped with his right hand to hold down a row of shelves, and barely supported himself to sit up.His cheeks were a mess of dust, sweat, and tears.He wiped away the tears covering his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I will try my best, master...but you know I can't do it, really can't..."

He shook his hair, looked up at him, his eyes were a little swollen.

"just kill me."

He heard an angry growl coming from his mouth, his scars were burning with pain, he opened his eyes... his temples throbbed, and Harry found himself lying on his back, with Hermione and Ron squatting beside him, calling to him name, with a worried look on his face.Some other students also gathered around and stared at them curiously.

"Harry, what's the matter? Is it...?"

"What did you see?"

Harry stood up on the ground, his brain was still a little dizzy, but the scene he saw just now was so clear and frightening, as if it had been engraved in his mind, and the necklace on his chest was faintly hot.

"Let's go out and talk." He pressed his forehead and whispered.

When they came to the corridor outside the lounge, the cold wind blew into the castle one after another, with thin snowflakes sandwiched between them. The ice slag hit the cheeks like small particles, causing some slight stinging pain.

"I saw it just now, I saw Voldemort...he's in the Department of Mysteries." Harry hesitated for a moment and didn't finish.

"So he's still thinking about how to get that weapon?" Ron asked.

"No... no, he's about to get it, I mean..." Harry kept pressing his forehead, "I saw him forcing... Malfoy to get it for him."

"Malfoy?" they both asked in unison, in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's right. He's torturing Malfoy."

"I... I don't understand," Hermione whispered. "I mean, it's unbelievable. There's no way Vol-Voldemort would use Malfoy, he's not yet of age!"

"Maybe he can get that thing, I mean maybe, I don't know either! I'm so confused..." Harry said irritably, "He made him do it, and Malfoy said he couldn't. Then he torture him... I don't understand..."

"He handed in the paper early for the History of Magic exam this afternoon, remember? I sat behind him, and he had a few questions left on his paper, and he said he wasn't feeling well... who knows where he went," said Ron. .

"But it's impossible, Voldemort won't let Malfoy go—Harry?" Hermione asked worriedly, noticing that the boy was frowning again, with a painful expression on his face.

"I...I saw him rolling on the ground...he was angry, angry...he was screaming..." Harry broke out, his scar nearly passing out from pain, and the bleak and terrifying sight It is also tormenting him, he dare not look into his fearful and stubborn eyes, it is something similar to resentment and obsession, too strong and complicated, it will drive people crazy.But actually he was going crazy.

"Harry..." Ron and Hermione were extremely worried. The latter patted his cheek and found that a layer of sweat had broken out.

The boy's eyes widened suddenly, as if he had received some kind of induction, he put his palm on his chest, tightened his clothes, and his knuckles turned white.

"He was crying...he was crying...he let Voldemort kill him...he said he couldn't forget."

"Can't forget what?" Ron asked.

Harry looked at him, his eyes were painful and trembling, as if the whole world was splitting open in his pupils, and it was like the end of the ice age, all the glaciers melted, the sea surged, and the flood swept everything.At that time, the sky was white, and the sea was empty and empty, but his eyes were so broken and empty, dim, cracked, and ice-like tears gushed out.

"Me," he said, "he said he couldn't forget me."