[HP] End of Death

They proceeded down the hallway, through ascending stairs and roundabout slides.Draco recognized that this route led to Dumbledore's office, and he hadn't set foot there since the last time he hit a wall - and he didn't want to be there, of course.

"Are you taking me to Dumbledore?" he asked warily. "I saw him last time, and he ignored me at all."

"I think he has been paying attention to you, Draco." The boy said without looking back, "Your every move can't escape his eyes."

Draco raised an eyebrow, he didn't believe him at all.If Dumbledore knew what he was going to do, why didn't he stop him?

They stood on the spiraling phoenix staircase again, and Draco found that it was indeed a very good kissing place, which was both sacred and a bit taboo, and most importantly, it was difficult to resist in a small space.

So he forcibly kissed Harry until he was completely naked, and the two of them lingered in the stairwell for a long time before they came out.

Harry rolled his eyes at him, and opened the door of Dumbledore's office angrily.There was no one in there, everything was placed quietly as before he left, and silvery white bubbles rose in the room.He glanced at Fox's nest, which was empty except for a pile of dry twigs and weeds.

He took out a heavy silver basin from the cabinet standing by the wall, put it on the table, and poured the contents of the small bottle into the silver basin.Draco looked towards the water in the basin, and he saw several swaying figures reflected in the translucent liquid, which were not their own projections, but more like another world existed in the water...

Then he felt someone push him, and he was caught off guard and sank into that world.

Draco found himself still standing in Dumbledore's office, but there was another person in the room - Dumbledore, who was talking to Harry:

"...I sure hope these things will help you survive that prophecy, Harry."

Prophecy...survive...what is he talking about?Frowning, Draco reached out to touch the hair of the Harry sitting in front of Dumbledore, only to find that his hand had passed through him and stopped straight in mid-air.

"You can't touch it, Draco. It's just a memory." A voice came from behind, and Harry stepped beside him.

"Memory? What memory?" Draco turned to look at him. "What are you going to show me?"

However, before Harry could answer, Dumbledore poured a bottle of silver liquid into the Pensieve on the table, and the scene in front of them instantly changed to a dilapidated and desolate country path, with a strangely dressed wizard walking in the field .

"This place is really dilapidated." Draco's attention was immediately attracted, and he wrinkled his nose, as if he could smell the stench emanating from the dirt.

Harry didn't speak, and they followed the wizard to a dilapidated house with a dead snake nailed to the wooden door.

Even Draco, who was a Slytherin, felt very uncomfortable seeing this scene, but the more uncomfortable scene was yet to come.They saw the rickety old man who opened the door insulting and swearing at the wizard, and he didn't feel any guilt about his behavior of attacking Muggles, and was even proud of it.

"So what? Morfin taught a Muggle a lesson - so what?"

"You think we're scumbags? We have to run off when the Ministry of Magic calls? Do you know who you're talking to, you nasty little Mudblood, huh?"

Draco stared at Mr. Gaunt and his children intently. For some reason, a strange and disrespectful thought came to him... Of course he didn't like their behavior, rude and dirty Unbearable, his childhood education made him naturally reject these things.But seeing them say those discriminatory words outrightly, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Maybe it was too blunt, he thought, but where would he get himself?Language can be disguised, but inner torture cannot be escaped.

This memory soon ended, and at last the wizard ran away.And Draco was basking in the shocking news that they were descendants of Slytherin.

"They must be mistaken, they can't be descendants of Slytherin... how could descendants of Slytherin be like that?"

"And what do you think the offspring of Slytherin should be like?" Harry asked rhetorically.

"Powerful, resourceful, ambitious...by no means are they reckless and rude people..."

"Fine, I thought you'd add the 'discrimination against Muggles'," he said calmly, "actually I think they bring together the worst, most extreme things about Slytherin, don't you think?"

Draco bit his lip and said nothing, but the scene in front of him had skipped to the next scene.

They went to the orphanage with gloomy light, and returned to the old house with Riddle, and at that time, Morfin was the only one left in the house.

"You mean, everyone in Riddle's house died that night?" Draco asked incredulously, "Why?"

"Because Tom Riddle killed them, and though he made others believe it was Morfin's doing, Morfin himself believed so..."

"No, I mean, why would he kill them?" he cut him off. "Did they do something wrong?"

"Maybe it's because his father doesn't want him, or maybe it's a shame..." Harry replied after a moment of thought.Draco's face was still ugly, he didn't know what he was thinking, and his body trembled slightly.

They soon came to the final scene.

"...Killing will split the soul, and the wizard who wants to create a Horcrux takes advantage of this destruction: seal the split soul—"

"Seven! Isn't it enough to kill one person? Anyway, disintegrating souls is evil enough... seven..."

They watched the boy walk out of Slughorn's office laughing like a thief who had found a treasure, and they were overjoyed.

The door closed behind them, and the surrounding scene gradually faded away, and they returned to the silent office, standing there blankly looking at the cloudy Pensieve.

Draco felt the air suddenly turn cold.

"...This is different from what I thought." After a moment of silence, he suddenly said.

Harry turned to look at him, motioning him to continue with his gaze.

"He... really divided the soul into seven pieces? Did he kill seven people?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. "Yes, he split the soul into seven pieces, but he killed countless people, you know. This is a war, not a personal murder. Of course, the latter is bad enough."

Draco didn't answer.He lowered his head, frowning tightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Harry didn't go on, but mentioned another thing: "In the Triwizard Tournament, the last place we were teleported to was near the Riddle House. Voldemort used his father's bone, and some other things Resurrected. He tried to kill me, but I escaped."

Draco looked up at him, of course he still remembered that apocalyptic night, the cold moonlight splashed on the bloody woods, they were surrounded by a group of people wearing black hoods, and he watched him being tortured... …

That is, from that day on, they could no longer be together.

"Do you remember how I escaped back then? Because there was a group of ghostly figures blocking him." Harry looked at him seriously, "Those are the people he killed, and they will one day Get revenge on him from the bottom of the ground. Believe it or not, I survived through those people - not my ingenuity. He did too many evil things, and he doesn't know how to repent, and the retribution will always come... …And I'm just a way for those who have been murdered to get revenge on him. Of course, I am one of them."

Draco suddenly felt that he couldn't understand him. He didn't understand why Harry would say that about himself, why would he describe himself as a "path"?It was like he had to do something, and it made him feel bad.

"What you say is very strange, Harry. I know what you mean, you want the Dark Lord dead, but what you say sounds like..."

"It's like I have to kill Voldemort, you want to say that, don't you?" said Harry quietly. "I thought you already knew that you called me your savior for a semester. Did you think Wrong...it is indeed so—the content of the prophecy in the Hall of Prophecy is that there can only be one between me and Voldemort."

The air suddenly became quiet, and Draco stared at him, his face pale, his fingers clenched involuntarily, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

He did not expect this to be the case.He thought it was just Voldemort trying to kill Harry, but he didn't think that the two paths before him were never compatible.No, more than incompatibility, once strangers are the distance between life and death.

He began to waver again... He ordered himself to stop, forcing himself to think about and rationalize everything he had just seen.

He didn't know if this was what he wanted.

But what exactly does he want...?A world where wizards rule Muggles?A world where Mudbloods have been kicked out?A world where purebloods like the Gaunts reign supreme?

He closed his eyes and sighed silently.It's all messed up.

Maybe the Gaunts won't ascend to the hall of nobility, but should Voldemort sit on that throne?He thought of those people killed by him, he was not for their great mission, but only for his own selfish desires.

Is this what he wants to see?Or did he not care at all, as long as the Malfoy family continued to prosper?

Draco didn't know.

Harry stood quietly and waited patiently for him, without pushing.He knew it would take time, possibly a long time, but it was the way to go.

It would be cruel to make him accept this all at once, but they were running out of time.

"...Harry, when you knew that you were destined to face the Dark Lord, when you knew all this, what did you think?" After a long time, the boy looked up at him and asked in a low voice.

"I'm angry and confused," Harry replied without thinking, "because I'm thinking, 'Why me', 'Why can't it be someone else', 'Why am I taking on this', I think Putting this responsibility on others, I am so weak, why did a prophecy let Voldemort kill my parents, and let me bear these undue expectations? It's not fair, it's so unfair."

Draco opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but before he could make a comment, Harry swallowed and continued: "But I later realized that some things must be done. It's not because of that prophecy , not because of other people's request...none of them, just because that's what you want to do, it's your mission."

Draco stared at him fixedly, his eyes flickering, as if staring at the most dazzling existence.

And indeed it is.He thinks he finally understands that he should make a decision for himself—

Not because of orders and threats, nor because of worries about the family, but because of what belongs to me and what I desire most deep in my heart.

Maybe he will regret it later... But at least for this moment, he is completely free.