[HP] End of Death

Privet Drive.Thick creepers climbed all the way up the walls, and some stretched as far as Harry's window, so he opened the window to let them in, and let green decorate his small room.Bright spots of light in midsummer sway on the wall.

It's been a month since the events of the Ministry of Magic.At that time, the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters were in a mess, and the Minister of Magic Fudge and his subordinates finally arrived to witness everything.They had to admit that Voldemort had returned.

Then came the emergency reorganization of the Ministry of Magic. People obviously needed a stronger government to lead them to resist the dark times. Fudge had to step down. The new minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, was strong and majestic, and he won quickly. won the hearts of the people.

Unlike the previous summer vacation, traces of Voldemort's power can be seen everywhere this summer vacation.The break of the Brockdale Bridge, the western hurricane, the death of Amelia Bones, the drifting fog... But Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia seem to be unaware of this, they just regard these as some A normal accident—of course, Harry wasn't going to tell them the truth.In fact, he can't even take care of his own affairs now.

For a long time, Harry could only dream of hazy silvery mist, blinding green light, and blue-black veins bulging beneath his pale skin.

He walked in the long corridor countless times, sometimes it was the tall room with ticking pointers, more often it was the church-like prophecy hall full of prophecy balls... He saw the person who wrote The metal plate with his own name, picked up the clear prophecy ball, and sometimes he would see a vague figure at the end of the shelf, which suddenly disappeared.

Occasionally, he would visit the mysterious brain room, where green light floats and shadows, and the black curtain moves automatically without wind.If he went there, he would definitely see a pale boy in the corner, he knelt down and stroked his fragile and slender neck, and the obvious blood vessels underneath, and he went to test his breath.He was no longer breathing.

He died again and again in his dreams, and he picked up the glass shards from his side that had been shattered by the green light, and the scorched and sharp edge of the glass cut his fingers.Blood dripped down and splashed black on the ground.

All the hallucinations finally ended with a stabbing pain in the forehead, and a cold "Harry Potter" piercing through the brain!

He quietly looked at the ceiling above his head, where a piece had peeled off, revealing a layer of gray-green with black-brown inside.Cobwebs were weaving monotonously in the corners of the walls, and the spiders hung down one by one.He stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, and sighed softly.

He later learned about that prophecy from Dumbledore, and he finally understood why Voldemort wanted to kill him when he was a baby.The family that defeated Voldemort three times... the boy born in July... Voldemort marked him as a rival, he had powers that Voldemort did not understand...

When he knew all this, he just felt unacceptable.Just because of a prophecy, he would have to endure unimaginable pain for so many children of the same age. He escaped from death at the hands of Voldemort time and time again, but there were fewer and fewer people standing by his side.

"But, that person might not be me, isn't it?" He asked unwillingly.

"But, Harry, Voldemort marked you! He wanted to believe it was you, so he decided to kill you in shameful rage when you were a baby!" Dumbledore walked up and down the office, He didn't look calm, "but he didn't hear the second half of the prophecy, so he was wrong. He wanted to kill you, but he gave you more power because of it, Harry. You have what he doesn't have." The power of understanding—”

"No, I don't—what do I have, but love?"

"It's love, Harry. There's nothing like love. When you think about it, people who died because of Voldemort, didn't they really exist? Fourth grade in that cemetery, what makes you recover Escaping from Voldemort in the flesh? And that night at the Ministry of Magic, knowing full well that you could have died in the first place, and if it weren't for your love for Draco Malfoy, you couldn't have saved him, and you couldn't have saved yourself... ..."

Harry's eyes widened as he listened, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his lips were trembling.He asked in a low voice, "Professor, do you know everything?"

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at him calmly, with a faint smile on his face: "Perhaps... I think that experience has taught you a lot. But I want to ask you, Harry, if you I didn't know about this prophecy from the beginning, I didn't know that I was set to kill Voldemort, so would you kill him?"

Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes.He thought of the cries of his parents when the dementors came, the figure of Neville and his grandmother standing in front of the ward of St. Laco slowly collapsed in front of him...

He opened his eyes and replied firmly, "Of course I want to kill him."

Harry understood that Dumbledore wanted to tell him that there was a difference between walking into a battle with your chest up and being dragged into it.Some might say it was no different, but he knew, his parents and Draco knew, it was the whole difference in the world.

Malfoy Manor.

The cold window was covered with a thin layer of white mist, and the overlapping tree shadows cast a dark color like water on the glass surface.

The exquisite pattern carved on the window frame is faintly shining, reflecting the boy's fair face with a gloomy silver light, and the deep and light shadows are like wearing an ancient Greek sacrificial mask.Draco was lying on his back on the bed, legs folded and crossed in front of him, lazily flipping through the newspaper he'd brought from the living room.

The headline on the side he was looking at was "Harry Potter: The Savior?", while the following was a rough description of the riot at the Ministry of Magic.

"...the center of the commotion was in the fabled Hall of Prophecy...the content of that prophecy is unknown, but speculation abounds about Harry Potter, the only known survivor of the Killing Curse... ...some even called Potter 'the savior', believing that the prophecy indicated that only Harry Potter could save us from a man who must not even be named..."

Draco yawned, glanced at the contents of the newspaper again, cut out the report with a cutting spell and put it in his pocket.There was also a thin booklet authorized by the Ministry of Magic on the bedside table, with a dozen safety rules printed on it, but it seemed to him just a pile of junk.

He didn't know what that prophecy was.When Voldemort angrily threw the remains of the prophecy ball in front of him, he looked up at him blankly, and then buried his head deeply.

"Do you know what's going on, Draco?" There was cold anger in the man's voice, Draco buried his head a little deeper, and replied cautiously: "I don't know, master... I didn't know it would turn out like this..."

Voldemort stared at him for a while, then slowly walked up to him from the high place, and the soft black cloth flooded to his feet like a pool of black water.

"What did Potter say to you in the Hall of Prophecy?" he asked softly.

"I..." As soon as he said a word, the man interrupted him sharply:

"Look up, Draco."

Draco had no choice but to raise his head, he was a little afraid to look at Voldemort's flat face, but the blood red eyes stared straight at him, forcing him to look at him: "I...he...he tried to promise me benefits I betrayed, but—but I—I promised, but I was only deceiving him."

After making a head start, his next words became smoother: "Ha...Potter thought I was already on his side, but in fact I am still loyal to you, Master. He let his guard down on me, so Only then can I steal the prophecy ball."

He looked boldly at Voldemort, trying not to look timid, even though he was beating a drum inside.The man didn't speak, and it seemed to Draco that he was smiling—very shallow, but the curve couldn't be ignored.He was wondering whether Voldemort had believed him, when he heard the man's cold voice descend:

"You're lying, Draco. This is the second time."