[HP] End of Death

There was a quiet and cold atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic in the middle of the night, and there were gray spots shaking on the walls, which reminded Draco of the deep-sea aquarium, where the swaying water waves were projected on the wall through the glass surface, one by one. Shrinking, as if breathing silently.

The Death Eaters led him to the dark ninth floor, through a long, windowless corridor, and into a circular room surrounded by identical doors.

They pushed him to one of the doors, and Carlo, who was walking beside him, leaned over and whispered to him, "Draco, go straight inside, and you'll see a room full of shelves. Between rows 90 and 98 of No.[-], find the prophecy ball that marks 'Harry Potter', and wait for Potter to come over."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and warned with a bad face: "Remember, we are all waiting here... It is useless for you to try to escape without authorization!"

Draco nodded, opened the door and walked into the room.The ceiling of the room is high, the walls are swaying with light spots leaked by gears, and the tick-tock sound of the pointer moving around resounds.He looked at the room as he walked, and for some reason, he felt that everything was familiar.

He opened the door at the end of the room, and sure enough, he saw the large room full of shelves. It looked like a church with a high dome. There were faint blue dust floating in the dim air, and the silver-white mist in the glass ball was flowing in time. Slowly undulating, illuminating the metal plaque placed in front of them.

Draco walked back row by row, and finally reached the shelf that Carlo said.The familiarity in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he felt that he must have been here once, but he didn't have any memory, which was so strange.

No, everything made him feel weird, whether it was Harry's attitude or Voldemort's sudden punishment, and this mysterious and familiar place, he felt as if he had forgotten something... something very important...

He continued to walk along the shelf, the narrow corridor was dark, he thought there should be someone there, there was someone last time... Last time?Draco shook his head, thinking he must be hallucinating.

As the distance became shorter and shorter, another kind of uneasiness enveloped my heart.How on earth should he face Harry?He made him believe him just now, and now he is going to take the prophecy ball from him... He can't do this kind of thing, anyway, he has already figured it out-the decision he made has nothing to do with anyone, this Just his decision.This was the disaster he deserved, all waking up after a deep sleep was painful, and he should have known it.

But Voldemort seemed to know his plan in advance, which made him difficult to hide.He was desperate, but he didn't want to give up.

Draco walked to the end of the shelf, and he saw the shiny metal plaque with "Harry Potter" engraved on it.But the back of it was empty, without any prophecy balls.

He stood there blankly, stared at the metal plate for a while, and picked it up carefully.He wiped off the dust that had covered it, lowered his head and kissed it lightly, and put it in his pocket.

Draco turned his head, he felt a gust of wind blowing around him, and then the air in front of him trembled, parting a layer of veil, and a boy appeared in front of him.He looked at him calmly, as if staring at a long and lonely star.

"Are you looking for this?" He rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a glass ball.

Draco looked at the prophecy ball in Harry's hand, then at his eyes, and asked softly, "You already know?"

Harry shrugged and slid the prophecy ball back again: "Maybe. Draco, what would you do if I didn't give it to you?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, and he took a step forward, pulling him closer by his tie: "Make you cry."

"You're so nasty." The boy rolled his eyes and slapped his chest away with one hand, but the other party still approached him sternly, trying to catch his lips. Harry caught his hand without paying attention for a while, and forced him down. Lingering to death on the wall.

"Stop...stop! Draco!" Harry couldn't take it anymore, he firmly held down the boy's hand that was in his pocket, "Enough, you don't want to take this opportunity to steal the prophecy ball!"

Draco withdrew his hand awkwardly, and then groped into the hem of his shirt: "Trust me, I just put my hand in the wrong place..."

"I don't believe in your credibility, Draco." Harry glared at him, and Draco felt that his eyes were so charming that he couldn't help but hugged him again and asked for a kiss.

After the kiss was over, the two hugged each other breathlessly, Draco kissed his forehead and the tip of his nose, took off his glasses and kissed his eyes and eyelashes.Harry felt his face was wet, he stretched out his hand and pinched Draco's face, it was unexpectedly delicate and soft.

"Stay still, Harry." Draco squeezed back unceremoniously, rubbing his chest along the way.Harry felt that he was starting to move his feet again, so he quickly pushed him away some distance, and looked at him with folded arms.

"Aren't you mad at me, Harry?" Draco looked down at him, couldn't help pinching his face again.

Harry opened his hand and snorted, "Of course I'm mad at you, Draco. You're haughty and self-righteous, and always making up your own mind—"

"You turn a corner and call me and I'm going to teach you a lesson, Harry." Draco sucked hard on his chin, "I mean, you're not mad at me - am I here for the prophecy ball? "

"You won't snatch my prophecy ball." Harry blinked.

"Who said that?" Draco was inexplicably unconvinced, and Harry's confident tone seemed to feel that he had already been determined by him, "Of course I want to snatch the prophecy ball, and it's not just the prophecy ball—you too mine."

Harry glanced at him, took out the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket and put it on the two of them, then took his hand and walked out.His hand was warm and soft, comfortable to hold, Draco took the opportunity to pinch and knead, and when the other party wanted to pull back, he grabbed it hard, and his fingertips slid in and clasped tightly.

They walked down long corridors and ticking rooms, and when Harry pushed open the door, the noise engulfed them like a tidal wave.Draco was shocked to see the group of Death Eaters and the members of the Order of the Phoenix mingled together, all kinds of spells flying around, he became a little nervous, Harry glanced at him, grabbed his hand to signal him not to Fear.

Harry led him through the chaotic hall and turned directly into the brain room.The door of the brain chamber was open, and glass vials containing human brains were scattered around inside.A man's whole body was entangled in white brains, and he shrank in the corner.

Without looking at him, Harry dragged him to the wall and sat down.They leaned against the wall quietly, watching the ripples of the swaying water on the wall.

They were silent for a while, and Harry spoke, his voice was a bit ethereal: "Do you feel familiar here?"

Draco nodded subconsciously.More than just being familiar, he felt a sense of sadness and pain rushing over his face, like a storm.And this storm is mixed with a trace of relief and unrepentant firmness, and a strong bitter taste spreads in the air.

"Did your father bring you here?" Harry asked again.

"No." He shook his head almost reflexively, and then fell into a new confusion.If his father hadn't brought him here, why did he feel familiar?

"Nothing is normal, this place has never been open to the public... The Department of Mysteries has been delving into many things that humans have not yet understood. These things are sometimes more mysterious than magic. They have run through the entire history of mankind and are all literary works. Eternal themes in ... such as wisdom, the universe, prophecy, death ... and love."

Draco turned his head to look at him, Harry's side face was immersed in the dark blue dusk, and those emerald green eyes were also dyed with a light blue light, which was fatally melancholy but also very gentle.

Harry turned sideways, toward the long, windless, automatic curtain.He closed his eyes, as if the translucent veil was covering his face, and he enjoyed its touch.

"The last time I could hear the voices of several people behind the veil. My father, my mother... you know, they have all passed away, but at that time I always felt that they hadn't gone away... died Where did the people go, and what is the world like after death..."

His voice became softer and quieter until it disappeared, and Draco thought he had something to say, but Harry didn't continue.He opened his eyes, as if he had listened to a concert, or woke up from a long dream.

It was strange that the words he said were vague without a clear direction, but Draco just understood what he meant.He seemed to understand the sadness in his eyes, which was different from the storm hanging over here...but he couldn't tell how different it was.

However, if he could, he wanted to dispel that storm and really catch him.He vaguely understood that this was a fork, and he didn't catch it last time, but this time... Draco looked at the dark curtain, which was floating, and there seemed to be an unyielding soul silently watching them from behind. .

His heart calmed down.

"If you were given another chance, if you could start over...would you still do it?" Harry suddenly asked.Draco thought he already knew the answer.

"Yes, no matter how many times it is the same."

Malfoy Manor.

The boy walked through the long corridor with the lamp in his hand, the bright light bounced and reflected the dry wall, shaking in his eyes.He knocked on the door, and there was a "Come in" from the door, and he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was dimly lit, and a tall man was sitting in an armchair, with a large colorful snake twenty feet long wrapped around his feet.He stepped forward with his sharp gaze, took out a crystal clear glass ball from his pocket with a handkerchief, and handed it to him respectfully.

The man took the glass ball out of the handkerchief, put it in front of his eyes and observed it for a while, finally showing a satisfied smile on his face.

"Well done, Draco... did you get that from Potter?"

"Yes, Master." Draco replied cautiously, "I took it from his pocket."

"Very well...you can go, Draco, you will be rewarded..."

Draco complied obediently and walked slowly towards the door.When he opened the door and was about to leave, a man's cold and high-pitched voice sounded from behind: "I hope you can do your part well in the future, don't harbor unrealistic fantasies..."

His footsteps stopped, and his fingers holding the doorknob suddenly tightened, but his answer was unusually calm:

"Yes, Master."

He closed the door.

The room fell into silence for an instant, only the crackling sound of the flames burning.Voldemort looked at the prophecy ball in his hand against the light source, and he laughed, he couldn't wait...

He put his magic power into the prophecy ball, and watched it gradually filled with a brighter white light, like a bright full moon.

However, something happened suddenly, and the original crystal white in the glass ball turned into a rich, death-like green for some reason, followed by a crackling sound, and layers of cracks like ice cracks emerged from the inside of the glass ball. , like rime covered the entire glass surface.

He immediately stopped the transmission of magic power, but it was too late, the green light had already protruded from the glass ball through the gap, and even extended to his arm.Voldemort threw it out hastily, but his pale skin had already been burned, and the surface had faded to a burnt black, and it seemed that he could still smell burnt.

Voldemort stared at the broken prophecy ball on the ground with an ugly face. It had been cracked into several pieces and was emitting black smoke.

The slender and ferocious fingers like spider feet immediately grasped the handrail, his eyes were cold, and his thin lips gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"Harry Potter!"

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In the future, I will probably stop for a few more days to conceive the next plot _(:з」∠)_