[HP] End of Death

he did not do it on purpose.He didn't mean to...he didn't want him dead.The things he said were just passing off, he didn't really think that... he didn't want him to die.

Although he hated his threats and his sophistication, he didn't think about dying, it was too horrible to exist... Although sometimes he wished that he disappeared, when it was really possible When he got up, all he felt was fear.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He murmured in a low voice.

"...Draco?"

A confused voice sounded next to his ear, and the boy's shoulders trembled violently.He raised his head, with tears still on his face, he stood up with one hand on the wall and wanted to run out, but Harry stopped him.

"Why are you crying?"

"Let go, Potter!"

"What happened, Draco—"

"Go away—"

Draco shook his hand hard to free him, but Harry held on tightly, and the frustration of being unable to break free made him lose control of his emotions and tears couldn't stop falling.Harry hugged his back tightly, restraining his struggle with his body.He kept patting his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"Don't cry, Draco, it'll be all right...it'll pass..." he reassured softly.

The extent of the boy's struggle gradually became smaller, and he slumped as if he had lost his strength.This made Harry even more sad.

He lowered his head, leaned on his shoulder trembling slightly, then slowly stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.Harry was in some pain from being strangled, but he didn't say anything, just patted him on the back lightly.

"...I didn't mean it." He heard him say, "It wasn't intentional...it wasn't my fault..."

"You didn't mean to, it wasn't your fault," he repeated after him.

"I really didn't want him to die..."

Harry pressed his face against his, and he felt hot tears running down their skin next to each other, into his neck and collarbone.He felt his trembling and fragility, it was like an ice pick piercing his heart and throat, making him throb like suffocation.

"It's okay...it's okay...it'll be fine..." Harry whispered in his ear, kissing the tears away from the corners of his eyes.Draco's eyelashes trembled, he let go of him a little, his red eyes stared at him tightly, those full-bodied eyes were full of despair and grief, and the madness that hit his face almost engulfed him.

He put his hands to his face.

"What should I do, Harry, what should I do... I don't know... I'm going to be over for sure, I..." His voice was getting softer and trembling, but more and more emotional.He lowered his head, as if he didn't want to look into his eyes, and the hand he was holding was trembling, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

Harry was also deeply affected by his emotions, and the darkness and collapse that hit his face fixed him in place and made it difficult to move.He could only hug him with all his strength and warm him with his body, but he knew that this was far from enough. What he needed was not the warmth of the outside but the closeness of the soul, but he couldn't give it to him.

"Don't leave me, Harry, don't leave me - I'm only - I've got only you." His voice was so soft that Harry could barely hear it.He moved closer, squeezing his head into the crescent of his neck, and seemed to feel more secure in this position.

"I'm not leaving you, Draco."

"Don't leave me...even if you hate me..."

"I don't hate you."

"...Really?" Draco raised his head and looked at him blankly, as if he suddenly woke up from a panic dream, "Is this true, Harry?"

"Really. I don't hate you," Harry replied quietly. "I never will."

"Kiss me then, Harry, kiss me . . . and I will believe it."

Harry stared at him for a moment, then closed his eyes slightly, tilting his head to cover his lips.

The darkness devours vitality and delusion, like a thick fog crowding out all light.The cries and sobs that have survived to this day echoed in the castle, like a winding river of black snakes.

Draco wiped the sweat from his brow, and leaned down to kiss him cautiously, their faces were covered with ashes like moonlight, dripping down and merging into their overlapping bodies.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he had never been so nervous and frightened.He was afraid of hurting him—he used to always say it hurt.

Harry thought he was going to be treated almost tyrannically by him.He could feel his precarious soul standing on the edge of the cliff, and he remembered Dumbledore's words... indeed, he was so weak that he could fall if the wind blew, but he didn't know how to pull him back.

He can't easily promise that he can help him, he can't help him, his pain can only be relieved by himself.All he can do is give him a hand when he breaks down so he can keep going...

And now that he was on the brink of darkness, at the teetering point, no matter how rough he was with himself, Harry wouldn't be surprised.But he felt that he was touching him and kissing him tenderly, devoutly and silently.

He opened his eyes and looked into those gray-blue pupils.

Shaking like a starstone.

If there were not so many disputes, if there were no such suffering and pride, maybe he could look at his eyes well.To purify the unyielding heart in the turbidity, even if you are low in the dust, you must crawl forward with your scarred body.

"Draco. Are you confessing?" he asked.

The boy looked at him without nodding or shaking his head.

"I saw his body lying on the ground, motionless, and my heart was struck with fear. I didn't know what to do, what would I do if he died...Death is really terrible, Harry, it's horrible... I don't want to see other people die, I mean, in front of me," he said softly.

"Then what about those who didn't die in front of you, Draco? Those who died because of Voldemort, maybe they have nothing to do with you, but are you going to pretend to turn a blind eye?" Harry asked rhetorically, "Maybe now and You have nothing to do with it, but it will be soon. If you join that place, you will no longer be able to maintain a free state, and your hands will be covered with blood, even if you don't want to!"

Draco paused, a sense of irritability rose in his heart.He knew how this conversation was going to go, this was not what he expected, and he didn't want to discuss it, especially when his own hesitation indirectly caused this tragedy, he was even more unwilling to talk about such a sudden explosion. topic of.

"I know what you want to say, Harry," he scratched his hair and frowned, "You want to persuade me, indeed, I feel very guilty for Theodore's injury—"

"You want to say that you only sympathize with people you have a good relationship with, or that you turn a deaf ear to the complaints of other innocent people?"

"I am taking responsibility for my own actions, Theodore's injuries are directly related to mine! But the others, Harry, with all due respect, none of us can save everyone...we can't even save ourselves, You said it too, we can't help ourselves!"

"You are wrong, Draco. You have separated the fate of yourself and others too clearly, but in this era, everyone's paths are connected. If you only think about fighting for your own survival, then There is no way to do anything, because no man is an island. If you want to be saved, it is useless to confess your mistakes...Think of the path you have chosen, think of those who are dying... Do you still think you have nothing to do with them?"

They looked at each other, as if they wanted to find a little shake in each other's faces.Harry sighed, sat up, and took out a glass bottle containing a silver-white liquid from his pocket.He took his hand.

"Come with me, Draco...I'll show you the truth you're after."