[HP] End of Death

The news of Harry's death is currently classified information, and it has not been circulated under the strict control measures of the Order of the Phoenix.Draco heard that the Order of the Phoenix had sent people to conduct an emergency search in the Black Lake, but there was no major gain.

"The Black Lake is connected to the sea outside, and there happens to be a warm Atlantic Current nearby, so it is very difficult to search for it..."

Draco was silently listening to their conversation in the infirmary.For some reason, the members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't seem to avoid him, nor did they deliberately lower their volume.

"...Harry can't find it now, why don't you move his aunt's house to a safe place first?"

"That magic is about to expire..."

Draco frowned, what were they talking about?What magic?Speaking of which, Harry had never mentioned his family to him before, and he didn't know how he was doing, only heard that he was raised by a Muggle family since he was a child.

"...then it will be Thursday afternoon this week, and let them know..." Lupine said.

"Okay, then I'll go get in touch—"

"Can I go with you?"

While Tonks was still talking, Mrs Weasley patted her on the shoulder, and everyone turned to look at Draco.

"Sorry, what did you just say?" Lupine asked calmly.

"I want to go with you, to Harry's aunt's." Draco looked straight at him.He thought he would refuse, but Lupine nodded and said yes, "Of course, Draco."

This surprised Draco, and he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid that I will reveal the secret?"

"If we were worried about that, we wouldn't let you hear so much information," Lupine replied, "but speaking of which... now only you know what happened then, Draco, I hope you still You can cooperate with our investigation."

"That's all I know," Draco said quickly. "I've told them all about Weasley."

"Is there really only that much?" Lupine fixed his keen eyes on him.

Draco thumped in his heart, he swallowed, and replied calmly: "Yes, there are only so many."

On Thursday, Draco and a few members of the Order of the Phoenix boarded a couple of borrowed Muggle limousines and headed to Privet Drive, where the Dursleys were staying.

He looked at the street scene passing by outside the window, fresh flower shops and long wooden fences stretching to the other end of the extremely undulating road, and he saw the sun shuttle between rows of straight buildings from a height .The pedestrian's silhouette was brightly illuminated, and Draco closed his eyes.He felt the sunlight pass through his eyelashes like electrons.

Privet Drive, where the Dursleys lived, was an ordinary little road, completely devoid of magical features—and it was true, too, that almost no wizards settled here.

Mundungus's driving skills were very poor, he often braked sharply and made sharp turns, and Draco just felt nauseous after jumping out of the car.He swore he would never ride a Muggle thing like that again.

He rubbed his temples and looked around curiously as he got over his nausea—was this where Harry had always lived?He lived here for almost 17 years?No, Draco remembered that he had originally lived with his wizarding parents, and if it wasn't for Voldemort, he would have grown up in a wizarding family like him...

"Are you going to move out now?" Draco turned his head, and he saw a tall, fat middle-aged man with a beard squeezed out of the door with two suitcases, his expression was extremely unfriendly, " I thought it would be July 31st, that kid's birthday! We haven't quite sorted it out yet..."

"That was the plan, but something happened to Harry, so the plan had to be moved forward," Lupine explained.Uncle Vernon was about to continue talking, when he suddenly saw Mad-Eye Moody standing aside, his blue fake eye swivel.This eerie sight obviously frightened him, and he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

Aunt Petunia was a woman with long hands, feet, and a long neck, and Draco thought she looked extremely acerbic.She was dragging her extremely fat son out, berating him to stop eating snacks - Draco wondered how such a huge body could squeeze through the narrow door.

Dudley hurriedly stuffed the last piece of meringue biscuit into his mouth, raised his head but met Draco's cold eyes, for some reason his whole body shuddered, and he subconsciously avoided him.

"Did he - didn't he come back? - I mean, didn't he come with us?" Dudley asked suddenly, turning his head.

"What?" Aunt Petunia looked at him in confusion.

"I mean, isn't my cousin here?"

"Harry couldn't come back because of something, so he won't go with you." Tonks explained, and she and Lupine looked at each other with a hint of helplessness.

"Have you packed Harry's luggage?" Draco suddenly asked after not speaking for a long time.

Uncle Vernon's attention was finally drawn away from Mad-Eye Moody's eyes and Tonks' hair, and turned to Draco—a normal-looking boy whose courage seemed to return. , shouted angrily: "As I said, we are in a hurry! We thought it was the end of July..."

"That's what hasn't been packed, right?" Draco interrupted. "Where's his room?"

The Dursleys looked at each other, and finally Aunt Petunia answered, "His room is in the attic."

Draco nodded to her, said to the members of the Order of the Phoenix next to him, "I'll go up, don't worry about me," and then quickly ran into the house with his hands in his pockets.

He had imagined what Harry's place would be like before coming, but everything he saw was barren than he could have imagined.I don't know if it's because all the valuable things have been moved out, but the living room is empty, with scraps of paper and garbage left on the wooden floor.

Draco saw that the beds in the room were only wooden boards, and there was a discarded TV set and a pile of opened gift boxes on the table in one of the rooms.He climbed up the narrow wooden ladder leading to the attic. There were no handrails on both sides, so he could only hold on to the wall to advance in the dim space.

The door swayed not far away, getting closer and closer, he finally walked in front of it, and pushed it open carefully.

The attic is small and crowded, carrying the messy taste of that person's life.There was a white-washed sheet on the bed in the corner, and the desk was facing the window. When Draco walked by, he stepped on a wooden board that moved strangely. He squatted down and found that the wooden board was movable. Some old used textbooks and damp parchment.

Draco pulled out a chair and sat down at the table, quietly looking at the busy street outside the window.A whistle came from nowhere, echoing in my ears, and the cars were still parked on the side of the road, the windshield reflecting the sun's brilliance.

In fact, he has not been here at all.In that dream, he had come here as Mr. Fickett and intercepted a letter from Harry to Sirius.But it was late at night at that time, and he hadn't looked at the street carefully, let alone entered this room.

While he was sitting here at this moment, he seemed to see how Harry was leisurely lying on the bed reading homework during the summer vacation, sitting at the desk in a daze... No, his life should not be so easy, judging from the attitude of his uncle and aunt And the book hidden under the wooden board can know this... Then how did he spend this troubled summer vacation?What will he think when he is alone in this world that doesn't understand him?Did he feel lonely, did he feel angry, did he think of his wizarding friends in the night?

Draco suddenly realized that there were many things about Harry that he didn't know.

And he never wanted to know him like this for a moment.

Draco lay down on the table, resting his face on his arms.He heard his own heartbeat in the silence, like distant thunder gradually getting louder, and he couldn't stop it.Thinking of him living here, leaning against the same position, breathing the same air, and seeing the same scenery, Draco felt itchy inside, and had an uncontrollable urge to cry.

He knew it too late, he woke up too late.He walked too many lost roads, they retreated and lingered, and the time spent torturing each other was far longer than embracing each other—but they both clearly loved each other deeply.Maybe that's why the pain is so heavy and long.

They no longer have the extra trust and energy to suspect each other.

In the remaining time of this decision, he will not stand still.

There was a light knock on the door behind him, pulling Draco back from a vague contemplation.He stood up so suddenly that the chair was almost pushed to the ground by him.He went to open the door, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix were standing outside, holding a cake with seventeen candles in their hands.

He stared at them blankly, seemingly unresponsive.

"Tonks said today is your birthday, Draco." Lupine broke the calm first, he pointed to the pink-haired woman standing behind, who waved to him with a smile, "So Sirius went to Bought a cake and came over—well, although it may not be to your liking..."

Draco stared at the fruit cream cake in their hands, seemingly in disbelief.He looked up at them again, without saying a word.

"Let me put it this way first, you have to eat even if it doesn't taste good, Malfoy." Sirius rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, happy birthday to you. You are now an adult wizard."

Draco glanced at the cake again, seeming to accept the fact.Then he curled his lips and said proudly: "Okay, thank you for your kindness. But we Malfoy only eat cakes made of high-grade cream and high-quality fruit, like this kind of cake bought on the roadside..."

"Oh, guys, I guess we don't have to talk nonsense with him - we should just put cream on his face!" cried Sirius, and Lupine nodded gravely, and Tonks stared at him excitedly, Seems to be thinking about where to put the cream on—even Mad-Eye Moody doesn't dispute that idea.

"Hey, wait, you're not serious, are you?!——Don't come here! Get out of here! Front teeth Saida——"

"Disarm!" Tonks quickly cast a disarming spell, snatched Draco's wand and shook it in front of him, "If you don't want to mess up Harry's room, don't Use magic, Draco."

Draco glanced at the desk behind him, gritted his teeth, and closed his eyes resignedly.