[HP] End of Death

Harry felt as if he were swimming in a warm sea.The tide is rising, and the icy sun is like a grand doomsday.He was nailed to the ground by the strong light of the trial, piercing through his heart... The pain that tore through his chest cavity spread throughout his body like bone erosion.He seemed to evaporate completely in the sun, turning his body into ash-cold sand.He did something wrong and deserved to be punished, but the tide was so tender and affectionate, making him linger for a long time...

He shook his head and floated to the surface of the sea from the hallucinatory and cloudy dream.

Harry had some difficulty distinguishing the scene in front of him.It was a snow-white hell, the walls and floor were made of white marble, reflecting his vague shadow.Harry recognized this as the boys' bathroom, and he was standing in the bathtub... But why is he here... He wanted to turn around, but when he moved a little, a strange tingling sensation came from inside his body, making him almost I can't stand up straight.

Harry looked down, noticing that he wasn't wearing anything.There was a sudden tingling in his brain, and he suddenly realized something, and clenched his fingers tightly.With all the memories flooding his brain, Harry turned pale and nearly gnawed his teeth.

What did he do...?He actually handed the Felicia to Draco, and still lingered on him shamelessly, and was finally brought here by him to do whatever he wanted, and agreed to his countless extremely vile and shameful requests... How could he do such a thing? things come...

Harry would have liked to have taken a knife and killed himself if he could—of course, he would have eliminated the culprit first.

But the culprit's hand was still supporting his waist, Harry suppressed his anger, he saw the clothes they took off were thrown not far away, so he tried to break the man's hand, but he accelerated and took He screamed again and again, and could only lie weakly on the bathtub railing to pant.

Disgusting... It's disgusting... How could it be so disgusting... He couldn't imagine that he would use him so despicably to achieve his own goals, and at this moment, he even had the face to occupy his body... He felt so disgusted that he wanted to vomit The strong nausea made his head dizzy, and his eyes were in a trance.

The man didn't seem to realize he was awake, and turned him over to meet his angry eyes.Both of them stared at each other without speaking, Harry suddenly raised his hand and slapped Draco hard across the face.

The crisp sound broke the silence.Draco's face was turned sideways by him, and a layer of red marks appeared on his pale skin.He lowered his eyes and said nothing, his wet light blond hair covered the side of his face.Harry ignored him, and was about to climb out while holding on to the railing of the bathtub, but his hands suddenly went limp, and he fell down in embarrassment.

Draco quickly reached out to help him, but Harry opened his hand forcefully and rolled over with difficulty.His legs were so weak that he could hardly lift them up, so he could only slide slowly on the ground with his hands.After finally getting to the clothes, Harry took out his wand from his coat pocket and cleaned himself up tremblingly.

He picked up the clothes and put them on his body, his whole body trembling slightly.

There was the sound of getting up to get out of the water behind him, then the light thump of bare feet on the marble slab, and a hand reaching out and pulling another pile of clothes.

They got dressed in silence, and Harry stood up against the wall, his wand tightly squeezed in his right hand, pointing directly at Draco.Draco glanced at him after changing into his school uniform, and took a step back, his face pale and the red marks still evident on his cheeks.He didn't seem to know what to say, just looked at him woodenly, at a loss.

"Give me back the Felicia, Draco." Harry broke the silence.

Draco looked at him without answering.

"Hurry up!" He raised his voice, squeezed his wand with sweaty fingers, and twirled it.

Draco was silent for a moment, shaking his head slightly, his lips parted like spreading gray shadows.

"No, Harry."

His brain ached like it was electrified instantly.

Harry closed his eyes, stopped bothering with him, and shouted loudly, "Felix is ​​coming!"

Nothing happens.Harry called out again, still without success.He glared at Draco, who seemed to have expected this result, and explained calmly, "Some spells can block the Flying Curse, Harry."

Harry gritted his teeth and glared at him, his calm making his heart swell with an unfounded rage.He couldn't understand his calmness at the moment... Maybe he didn't regret it at all, maybe he had expected the current situation, but he still felt unreasonable.

He hated cheating, and even more hated his cheating and taking advantage of him... He felt an unprecedented anger and loss of control enveloped him, and Harry shouted: "Damn out!"

The red light pierced through the glass behind him, Draco dodged the flying glass shards, and tried to defend with his wand: "Iron Armor—"

"Admiralty stands upside down!"

Still missing, one of the hoses burst, sending a squirt of water everywhere.

"Shenfeng Wuying——"

Draco dodged, and the curse punched a big hole in the wall. Numerous gaps spread in all directions like spider webs, and the bricks and tiles fell one by one, hitting the ground with a bang.Draco glanced at the messy wall behind him, and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

"What do you want, Harry, what do you want..."

"What do I want?" Harry straightened his back and stood by the wall, his feet barely moving, his eyes burning like flames, "I miss you dead, Draco."

As soon as the words fell, the boy's face turned gray, as stiff as a desolate stone carving.His whole body was covered in a gray-blue shadow, and his sunken eye sockets were pitch black, making it impossible to see his eyes clearly.

Harry bit his lower lip, and at that moment he had a tinge of regret, but this emotion was soon snuffed out by the logical anger and disappointment.He saw Draco take a step forward, slowly raising the wand in his hand.

Beams of various colors are flying around in the bathroom, and bricks and tiles are raining down from the sky.There were burst water pipes spraying in every direction, the marble floor was muddy, and their feet darted across the broken stones and water, dodging the spells fired by each other.

There were scars all over their bodies, some were bloodstains cut by stones, but most of them were burns cut by the opponent's curse.They lowered their bodies slightly, watching each other's every move vigilantly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Draco suddenly hid in the white mist created by the faucet and hid his figure. Harry thought something bad in his heart. As expected, although he had been staring at the place where he disappeared, he was still caught - a beam from A stun spell from another corner grazed Harry's arm, leaving a streak of blood.Enduring the pain, Harry took a step back, but accidentally stepped on a sharp gravel, his foot slipped and fell to the ground, and his wand flew far away.

He wanted to stand up, but the ground was full of water and he couldn't support it at all.He moved forward a few inches, and just entered the spray range of a water pipe. The cold spray sprayed his face, the glasses were covered with water droplets, and the clothes on his shoulders were completely wet.

He took off his glasses and his vision was blurred.He heard footsteps mixed with the sound of running water, and a person was striding towards him.He immediately sat up, struggled to stand up holding the water spray hose, wiped his glasses carelessly and put them back on, but before he could see clearly, a magic wand was pressed against the tip of his nose.

Only then did he realize that Draco had walked in front of him.

There was only a wand between them.

"...Is it really not possible?" He heard the man ask.Cold water flowed into their vocal cords and lungs.

"No." He replied, and a brick fell on the wet ground with a thud. "We were born in the wrong era."

The man twitched the corners of his mouth oddly, and Harry didn't know whether he wanted to cry or laugh.But this is not important anymore, because the next moment his expression was distorted into a diffuse oil painting:

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

Only then did he feel the pain.

A hundred times more severe than the pain in the body, a certain core is broken and heart-piercing.

It's like falling from the sky, smashing to pieces.