[HP] End of Death
Chapter 142
Draco didn't spend much of the afternoon at the school hospital, and the atmosphere there made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Bill, Fleur and Mrs. Weasley were discussing the wedding, and Mrs. Weasley said that she would borrow a beautiful goblin tiara for Fleur; later Tonks and Lupine came to visit them, but Tonks suddenly asked Lupine Ping confessed, but the latter pushed back at a loss - Draco really couldn't stand it anymore, and almost ran away.
He climbed up to the astronomy tower alone, and stood by the fence looking at the vast black lake not far away.The surface of the lake was sparkling, and the dark yellow phosphorescence flickered on the shore. He felt his eyes hurt a bit, so he closed his eyes to feel the breeze from above.
He felt that he was still out of place with them.Even if he chooses the same path, he can't mix with them. The gentle temperament in them is rejected by him, and it also rejects him-of course, maybe it's just because his heart is closed and lonely.
Draco knew he might just need to get used to it, but he also knew he couldn't fall in love with the Order of the Phoenix at this point - and he didn't think they could either.There are too many prejudices between them, and this cannot be changed overnight.
Draco stared at the lake for a while, then walked slowly down the long ladder.On the way he saw Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, sitting on a bench under a tree talking, the bright midsummer light falling on them through the thin, lush foliage.He had planned to walk by without seeing it, but when he stopped, he changed his mind.
"Weasley, Granger."
All three turned their heads when they heard his voice, and Draco stepped in front of them.He tried to find a look of disgust or anger on their faces, but there was none. On this kind of day, it seemed that no one had the strength to argue, and just wanted to immerse themselves in deep pain.
"Have you seen Harry?" he asked.
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the three of them changed.Ron turned pale, and turned his head stiffly, while Hermione and Ginny's eye circles were red, and it seemed that they were about to cry, but now they were just holding back.
Draco's heart froze, and he subconsciously reached into his pocket to grab something, but only found a wand and a sharp piece of metal.He held them tightly in his hands, and straightened his back as if he had found a steady stream of courage and strength.
"They haven't found it yet, they've been looking for it...but they haven't found it..." Ginny sobbed, her long red hair lowered on Hermione's shoulder, who patted her back and comforted her softly.
"Weren't you there, Malfoy? You knew it, he fell into the sea!" Ron's voice was so high that Draco suspected that he was about to roar out.
"They said they saw a green light, Sirius said, but he hasn't woken up yet—no, don't know if it's true, but I think it should be... But we, we Can't get the word out yet, Dumbledore is dead, and if they know Harry is too—everyone will go crazy..." Hermione sighed and said intermittently.
"By the way, you must know—what happened at that time, were you next to him, right? Was it you——" Ginny suddenly rushed over and pressed his shoulder, emotionally.Draco stared blankly at the weeping face so close at hand, all his words were so pale.
He shook his head and pushed her away somewhat abruptly.
"He's not dead, Harry's not dead," he repeated, muttering, "not dead, I dreamed—he's not dead."
The three of Ron looked at each other, and turned to look at him with a strange, suspicious and pitying look. The boy pointed to his head and shook his head at Hermione.
Hermione turned her head, looked at him with the same kind of sympathy that disgusted him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Go back and have a good rest, Malfoy. You...don't be too sad."
Draco knew that they thought he was insane, so he didn't argue, and turned away in silence.However, he didn't know where he was going. It was impossible for him to go back to the dormitory, but he didn't want to go to the school hospital either. He hated the atmosphere where they supported each other and had fun.
They all come together, only he is an outsider.
He looked towards the distant gate of Hogwarts. One after another, students were brought home by their parents. They crossed the Black Lake in boats or carriages, drifting and forming a small team, like floating lights at night. Swim through black water.
That's when he realized he was actually homeless.
There was absolutely no going back to Malfoy Manor, and Draco refrained from thinking about what would happen to his parents; Hogwarts would be closing soon, too, and he couldn't stay here for long.And more importantly, no matter where Harry is now, all he has to do is continue his mission.
Destroy the Horcruxes, kill Voldemort... build a new peaceful world.They need to fight non-stop, only in this way can the darkness be eliminated, although it cannot be completely eliminated...but it is still a kind of hope.
Draco stood there for a while, then walked slowly into the castle.He walked up the stairs and met many students running down with their suitcases. They seemed to be curious about his behavior, but none of them had the heart to stop and care about other people's affairs.
Draco walked unimpeded to the stone monster in Dumbledore's office. He recalled the password Harry had said, and said, "Hmm... cockroach pile."
The stone monster turned to the side, he stepped into the elevator, and looked up at the phoenix emitting fiery red light.He thought of the phoenix elegy, where is the phoenix singing the elegy?It knows that its master is dead, so where does it go?
Draco shook his head and stepped out of the elevator.He opened the door of the office, and there was no one in the room. There were portraits of past principals on the wall, and the Pensieve was still placed on the table.Draco strode over to the desk, and the office chair was pulled away, as if someone was sitting here not long ago, with a deep purple coat on the back of the chair.
Come here after you really understand, at that time, the old man said to him.
Draco stared at the coat for a moment, then turned to the row of portraits.The group of principals were staring at him curiously. One of the male principals wearing a hearing aid touched his nose and asked in a regretful tone: "So, Dumbledore really left us?"
Draco stared at him for a long time, then nodded.He lowered his head to pick up the dress, and reached into his pocket to fumble.His fingertips touched something cold, and he took it out to have a look—it was a golden locket, a bit big and without delicate patterns, and it was different from what he saw in the Pensieve.
Draco was silent for a while, put the locket in his pocket, turned and left the office.
Hogwarts gradually became empty, and even the fat lady didn't take the door so seriously—because there were many parents who wanted to go in and help the children tidy up—she leaned aside and looked at them wearily, sighing .So Draco easily entered the Gryffindor common room and walked quickly into Harry's bedroom.
There were not many people left in the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had already left, and Neville and Ron were packing their luggage.They showed a surprised expression when they saw Draco. Ron opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to ask something, but Draco ignored him.
He went straight to Harry's bed, looked at Harry's tidy bed, and slowly sat down on the bed.
"Are you going to pack Harry's things?" Ron still couldn't help asking, and he walked up to him, "Honestly, Malfoy, I never believed you—what the hell did you do then?"
"I don't need to explain to you, Weasley," Draco said coldly.
Ron's face flushed: "Get out of here, Malfoy, you have no right to touch his things."
"I can touch as much as I want, but do I still need your permission?"
Ron immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's chin, and Draco looked at him contemptuously with folded hands.Neville looked at the two people who were at a loss as to what to do.
"Ron, Professor McGonagall was looking for us just now—" A voice suddenly sounded outside, and then the door was pushed open.Both of them looked towards the source of the sound, and Draco took the opportunity to open Ron's wand and touched the part that was poked by the tip of the wand.
"—Malfoy?" said the girl startled, stopping in her tracks. "Why is he here?"
"Who knows." Ron snorted and turned his head away.
"Professor McGonagall asked us to go to her office just now." Hermione ignored the delicate atmosphere between the two of them and continued, "By the way, Malfoy, you are going too."
"I'm not going." Draco immediately refused.
Hermione frowned immediately, and Ron gave him a hard look.
"Professor McGonagall is looking for you, Malfoy, not our request—"
"I know what she's going to ask, it's nothing more than what happened at that time," Draco showed a disdainful smile, "You just tell her that Theodore Nott put the Death Eaters in the Hoo Gwartz, Snape killed Dumbledore, and then Vol- Voldemort came. He killed Harry."
"what?"
"But Harry's not dead." Draco said suddenly, his voice almost murmuring, "...he's not dead."
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter asked cautiously, with a hint of tremor: "What do you know, Malfoy? Why - why do you say that?"
"There's no reason, I just know." Draco didn't want to say more.Hermione wanted to ask again, but Ron tugged on her sleeve and shook his head at her.
"Uh, well then...but are you really not going?" Hermione tried to persuade, but Draco had already turned his back on them.Ron patted her on the back, said "Leave him alone" and pulled her out of the bedroom.
The room fell silent for a moment.Draco stood for a while, dragged Harry's suitcase from the bottom of the wardrobe, folded his hanging clothes and stuffed it in.He opened Harry's schoolbag for a look, and was about to close it again. After thinking for a while, he took out a worn potions book from it.
He turned a few pages and found some queer notes scrawled on the potions book, which probably made Harry Slughorn's favourite.Draco turned the book to the first page, and there was a line written in thin fonts: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.
Rubbing the line with his fingertips, he slowly closed the book and stuffed it into his pocket.
Harry didn't have much stuff, and Draco was almost done tidying it up in no time.He knelt down to move the shoebox he had placed under the bed, but found a piece of letter paper between the cracks.When Draco opened it, his face instantly turned pale.
This is the beginning of this tragedy, the proof of his selfishness, and the release of his evil and forbidden love.
He folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket.He would carry it with him every day as a reminder of all the mistakes he had made.He will bear the eternal guilt and move forward until the darkness grinds him into a hard stone, and the sun burns him to ashes, until he meets that person again.
When that time comes, he won't let go of his hand again.
Draco put the packed suitcase next to Harry's bed, and strode out of the bedroom with his pockets in his pocket.
Bill, Fleur and Mrs. Weasley were discussing the wedding, and Mrs. Weasley said that she would borrow a beautiful goblin tiara for Fleur; later Tonks and Lupine came to visit them, but Tonks suddenly asked Lupine Ping confessed, but the latter pushed back at a loss - Draco really couldn't stand it anymore, and almost ran away.
He climbed up to the astronomy tower alone, and stood by the fence looking at the vast black lake not far away.The surface of the lake was sparkling, and the dark yellow phosphorescence flickered on the shore. He felt his eyes hurt a bit, so he closed his eyes to feel the breeze from above.
He felt that he was still out of place with them.Even if he chooses the same path, he can't mix with them. The gentle temperament in them is rejected by him, and it also rejects him-of course, maybe it's just because his heart is closed and lonely.
Draco knew he might just need to get used to it, but he also knew he couldn't fall in love with the Order of the Phoenix at this point - and he didn't think they could either.There are too many prejudices between them, and this cannot be changed overnight.
Draco stared at the lake for a while, then walked slowly down the long ladder.On the way he saw Hermione, Ron, and Ginny, sitting on a bench under a tree talking, the bright midsummer light falling on them through the thin, lush foliage.He had planned to walk by without seeing it, but when he stopped, he changed his mind.
"Weasley, Granger."
All three turned their heads when they heard his voice, and Draco stepped in front of them.He tried to find a look of disgust or anger on their faces, but there was none. On this kind of day, it seemed that no one had the strength to argue, and just wanted to immerse themselves in deep pain.
"Have you seen Harry?" he asked.
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the three of them changed.Ron turned pale, and turned his head stiffly, while Hermione and Ginny's eye circles were red, and it seemed that they were about to cry, but now they were just holding back.
Draco's heart froze, and he subconsciously reached into his pocket to grab something, but only found a wand and a sharp piece of metal.He held them tightly in his hands, and straightened his back as if he had found a steady stream of courage and strength.
"They haven't found it yet, they've been looking for it...but they haven't found it..." Ginny sobbed, her long red hair lowered on Hermione's shoulder, who patted her back and comforted her softly.
"Weren't you there, Malfoy? You knew it, he fell into the sea!" Ron's voice was so high that Draco suspected that he was about to roar out.
"They said they saw a green light, Sirius said, but he hasn't woken up yet—no, don't know if it's true, but I think it should be... But we, we Can't get the word out yet, Dumbledore is dead, and if they know Harry is too—everyone will go crazy..." Hermione sighed and said intermittently.
"By the way, you must know—what happened at that time, were you next to him, right? Was it you——" Ginny suddenly rushed over and pressed his shoulder, emotionally.Draco stared blankly at the weeping face so close at hand, all his words were so pale.
He shook his head and pushed her away somewhat abruptly.
"He's not dead, Harry's not dead," he repeated, muttering, "not dead, I dreamed—he's not dead."
The three of Ron looked at each other, and turned to look at him with a strange, suspicious and pitying look. The boy pointed to his head and shook his head at Hermione.
Hermione turned her head, looked at him with the same kind of sympathy that disgusted him, and comforted him in a low voice: "Go back and have a good rest, Malfoy. You...don't be too sad."
Draco knew that they thought he was insane, so he didn't argue, and turned away in silence.However, he didn't know where he was going. It was impossible for him to go back to the dormitory, but he didn't want to go to the school hospital either. He hated the atmosphere where they supported each other and had fun.
They all come together, only he is an outsider.
He looked towards the distant gate of Hogwarts. One after another, students were brought home by their parents. They crossed the Black Lake in boats or carriages, drifting and forming a small team, like floating lights at night. Swim through black water.
That's when he realized he was actually homeless.
There was absolutely no going back to Malfoy Manor, and Draco refrained from thinking about what would happen to his parents; Hogwarts would be closing soon, too, and he couldn't stay here for long.And more importantly, no matter where Harry is now, all he has to do is continue his mission.
Destroy the Horcruxes, kill Voldemort... build a new peaceful world.They need to fight non-stop, only in this way can the darkness be eliminated, although it cannot be completely eliminated...but it is still a kind of hope.
Draco stood there for a while, then walked slowly into the castle.He walked up the stairs and met many students running down with their suitcases. They seemed to be curious about his behavior, but none of them had the heart to stop and care about other people's affairs.
Draco walked unimpeded to the stone monster in Dumbledore's office. He recalled the password Harry had said, and said, "Hmm... cockroach pile."
The stone monster turned to the side, he stepped into the elevator, and looked up at the phoenix emitting fiery red light.He thought of the phoenix elegy, where is the phoenix singing the elegy?It knows that its master is dead, so where does it go?
Draco shook his head and stepped out of the elevator.He opened the door of the office, and there was no one in the room. There were portraits of past principals on the wall, and the Pensieve was still placed on the table.Draco strode over to the desk, and the office chair was pulled away, as if someone was sitting here not long ago, with a deep purple coat on the back of the chair.
Come here after you really understand, at that time, the old man said to him.
Draco stared at the coat for a moment, then turned to the row of portraits.The group of principals were staring at him curiously. One of the male principals wearing a hearing aid touched his nose and asked in a regretful tone: "So, Dumbledore really left us?"
Draco stared at him for a long time, then nodded.He lowered his head to pick up the dress, and reached into his pocket to fumble.His fingertips touched something cold, and he took it out to have a look—it was a golden locket, a bit big and without delicate patterns, and it was different from what he saw in the Pensieve.
Draco was silent for a while, put the locket in his pocket, turned and left the office.
Hogwarts gradually became empty, and even the fat lady didn't take the door so seriously—because there were many parents who wanted to go in and help the children tidy up—she leaned aside and looked at them wearily, sighing .So Draco easily entered the Gryffindor common room and walked quickly into Harry's bedroom.
There were not many people left in the dormitory, Seamus and Dean had already left, and Neville and Ron were packing their luggage.They showed a surprised expression when they saw Draco. Ron opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to ask something, but Draco ignored him.
He went straight to Harry's bed, looked at Harry's tidy bed, and slowly sat down on the bed.
"Are you going to pack Harry's things?" Ron still couldn't help asking, and he walked up to him, "Honestly, Malfoy, I never believed you—what the hell did you do then?"
"I don't need to explain to you, Weasley," Draco said coldly.
Ron's face flushed: "Get out of here, Malfoy, you have no right to touch his things."
"I can touch as much as I want, but do I still need your permission?"
Ron immediately pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's chin, and Draco looked at him contemptuously with folded hands.Neville looked at the two people who were at a loss as to what to do.
"Ron, Professor McGonagall was looking for us just now—" A voice suddenly sounded outside, and then the door was pushed open.Both of them looked towards the source of the sound, and Draco took the opportunity to open Ron's wand and touched the part that was poked by the tip of the wand.
"—Malfoy?" said the girl startled, stopping in her tracks. "Why is he here?"
"Who knows." Ron snorted and turned his head away.
"Professor McGonagall asked us to go to her office just now." Hermione ignored the delicate atmosphere between the two of them and continued, "By the way, Malfoy, you are going too."
"I'm not going." Draco immediately refused.
Hermione frowned immediately, and Ron gave him a hard look.
"Professor McGonagall is looking for you, Malfoy, not our request—"
"I know what she's going to ask, it's nothing more than what happened at that time," Draco showed a disdainful smile, "You just tell her that Theodore Nott put the Death Eaters in the Hoo Gwartz, Snape killed Dumbledore, and then Vol- Voldemort came. He killed Harry."
"what?"
"But Harry's not dead." Draco said suddenly, his voice almost murmuring, "...he's not dead."
Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter asked cautiously, with a hint of tremor: "What do you know, Malfoy? Why - why do you say that?"
"There's no reason, I just know." Draco didn't want to say more.Hermione wanted to ask again, but Ron tugged on her sleeve and shook his head at her.
"Uh, well then...but are you really not going?" Hermione tried to persuade, but Draco had already turned his back on them.Ron patted her on the back, said "Leave him alone" and pulled her out of the bedroom.
The room fell silent for a moment.Draco stood for a while, dragged Harry's suitcase from the bottom of the wardrobe, folded his hanging clothes and stuffed it in.He opened Harry's schoolbag for a look, and was about to close it again. After thinking for a while, he took out a worn potions book from it.
He turned a few pages and found some queer notes scrawled on the potions book, which probably made Harry Slughorn's favourite.Draco turned the book to the first page, and there was a line written in thin fonts: This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.
Rubbing the line with his fingertips, he slowly closed the book and stuffed it into his pocket.
Harry didn't have much stuff, and Draco was almost done tidying it up in no time.He knelt down to move the shoebox he had placed under the bed, but found a piece of letter paper between the cracks.When Draco opened it, his face instantly turned pale.
This is the beginning of this tragedy, the proof of his selfishness, and the release of his evil and forbidden love.
He folded the paper carefully and put it in his pocket.He would carry it with him every day as a reminder of all the mistakes he had made.He will bear the eternal guilt and move forward until the darkness grinds him into a hard stone, and the sun burns him to ashes, until he meets that person again.
When that time comes, he won't let go of his hand again.
Draco put the packed suitcase next to Harry's bed, and strode out of the bedroom with his pockets in his pocket.
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