[HP] End of Death

Just as he was thinking about it, something splashed between his legs, and Harry's face flushed instantly when he realized it.Draco turned him around and kissed him hard on the lips again, tracing his lower eyelids with his fingertips.He said hoarsely, "I don't know why you say that, Harry. But... I have to go."

He stopped talking and lowered his head to help the two wash their bodies.Looking at his silent profile, Harry couldn't help but recall his smiling dead face in the brain chambers deep in the Ministry of Magic.Knowing that it is a road of no return, he still wants to go, and he has no way of knowing what kind of collapse and reshaping his heart has experienced.

As they rearranged their clothes, Draco looked up at him one last time, smiled at him, and pressed the bracelet on his wrist.

"Draco." Harry stopped him suddenly, staring at him seriously, "You...you must trust me."

The boy raised his eyebrows in surprise, then nodded casually, and that casual attitude gave Harry the urge to hit someone.But then Draco came over and flicked his forehead with his hand.

"I should say that, Harry. I'm sorry."

He looked at him quietly, squeezed the bracelet tightly, and disappeared in place.

As soon as Draco stood firm in the lobby of Malfoy Manor, he sensed something was wrong.Voldemort sat on a high place and looked down at them coldly, while the Death Eaters knelt in two rows below, bowing their heads in silence.

He took a deep breath and walked towards them slowly, with a steady pace.When he walked to the middle of the two rows and was about to sit next to Lucius, the tall man said: "Stand here, Draco, I have something to tell you later."

He turned his face in one direction and looked straight at Lucius: "Lucius, go and meet your son."

Lucius gave him a suspicious look, then stood up slowly and walked over to Draco.

"Draco, do you know why I asked you to come back?" Voldemort asked slowly, in a dangerous tone, but Draco had no idea what was going on.

"I don't know, master." He replied with some trepidation.

"Look up, Draco," the man said.

Draco's heart tightened, he raised his head, and Voldemort was staring at him seriously, his eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart.There was a layer of sweat on his back, but he didn't dare to avoid his eyes, until his tears were about to come out, Voldemort looked away, and said lightly: "I know everything about you, Draco. You didn't listen to me, did you?"

The boy's mind went blank for a moment. He forced himself to calm down and replied as calmly as possible: "I have always followed your instructions, master."

"Lie, Draco. I hate people lying to me the most... I can see guilt in your eyes, you betrayed me..." The wand in his hand slowly raised, and the red light flickered, "Crucio! "

Draco closed his eyes subconsciously, but the imaginary pain did not come.He opened his eyes, and the Death Eaters around him were talking. He turned his head in a daze, only to find that Lucius was kneeling on the ground with one hand on the ground, his back trembling violently.

What's going on here?

He unconsciously knelt down beside his father, getting close to his face.He suddenly found that this tall man looked much older at this moment, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could hardly be concealed, and a strand of white appeared in the light golden hair.However, what made his heart tremble the most was his distorted face that was holding back the pain at this time... He had never seen such a embarrassed side of him. In his memory, his father was always tall and did not do anything for anyone. succumbed to.

But at this moment, he was being punished instead.

The red light of the Cruciatus Curse fell from the sky one by one, and fell on the man who was already aging. His back could no longer be straightened, and the combed blond hair seemed extraordinarily messy at this time, losing his previous demeanor.Draco looked at his trembling face, almost crying.He reached out to hug him tightly, but Lucius pushed his hand away, letting him sit on the side.

The overwhelming red light was like a cruel doomsday trial, his ears were buzzing, whispers and wails were intertwined.His vision was blurred, maybe it was because of the stained tears, the black eyelashes mixed with the red of the curse, it was empty and hopeless.

In a trance, he suddenly remembered that dream, that long dream... In the dream, he fell to the ground so powerlessly, watching the red light drown Lucius... The suffocating pain swallowed him, and Draco Remember the second half of this dream:

He took Harry's hand and fled around, with death eaters chasing behind him... He stood in front of him, he was dead, it seemed that someone was touching his face gently... At this moment, he suddenly felt so familiar, as if all this It had happened, but he couldn't remember it at all.

Draco sat down on his knees, wiped away his tears, and straightened his back.He once remembered that his father said such a sentence to him—it might be like this, he couldn't remember every word, but the man's serious expression was still engraved in his mind:

"Malfoy, who has lost his pride and dignity, is as if he is dead."

So he can't cry, can't act vulnerable in front of others.Therefore, even if the father is suffering a horrific punishment, he never needs the support of others.Such a gesture is humble, ugly, and contemptible. Even if Malfoy loses his former glory, he will never bow his head.Some might say it's pedantic and stubborn, but that's what Malfoy is for.

The torment finally stopped, and Lucius's intermittent, almost breathless low gasps could be heard beside his ears. His heart was clenched, and the humiliation and collapse cut him to pieces, but he straightened his back and didn't look at it. Lucius glanced.

This persistence was arrogant and cruel, Draco did not forget that this torture was caused by himself, and if he was the next one to be punished, he should also accept it with his head held high.

However, Voldemort didn't seem to intend to continue to punish Draco, and his high-pitched and cold voice fell: "It's your fault, Draco. I didn't execute you on the spot just because I cherish pure blood wizards... pure blood Every drop of a wizard's blood is precious and cannot be shed in vain... But that doesn't mean you shouldn't pay for it. If you don't come to your senses, Draco, I won't be able to show mercy to you..."

"I see, Master," he whispered.

"Then I have a task for you, Draco...a chance for you to make up for your stupid mistakes..." the man said softly, "I will send you to the Ministry of Magic, you need to take the prophecy ball from Potter took it intact."

"The prophecy ball...? Master, what is that?" Draco raised his head.

"It's a glass ball, and only Potter and I can touch it," said Voldemort. "You will know when the time comes. No matter how you use it, robbery or emotional use... I need you to take the prophecy ball with you." return."

The darkness in his voice made Draco's body tremble. He lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, master."

"You should understand what will happen to your father and mother if you do something wrong...or if you don't come back."

"...I understand, Master."