[HP] End of Death

correct.mistake.responsibility.guilt.As it should be.These words have been turning around in his mind for the past few days.They were like a group of annoying demons, constantly flying around in front of his eyes, gouging out holes in his brain and leaving a pile of ruins.

What Draco didn't tell Ron was that he had just met with Lucius and Bellatrix.They ran into each other in a supermarket—the timing was so unnatural that he knew they must be following him, but he didn't care.

He hadn't seen Lucius for a long time.The memory of the last time was still on Christmas in the sixth grade. At that time, he and Nott had not completely fallen out, and the atmosphere of going home was a bit heavy but still happy.

Anyway, at least things were on track back then, they were talking about what was going on at school, about Voldemort's mission, he was still the little kid who was obedient to his father, and Lucius was still a tall and powerful father.

At least at that time, Lucius' blond hair was still as brilliant and smooth as gold, and his expression was as arrogant and elegant as ever.Rather than like now, the gloomy eyes can hardly conceal the haggard and decadent.

Father is old.That was the first thought that came to Draco's mind.But it shouldn't be.He had just come of age, and his father was in his prime, so he shouldn't be getting old so soon - not to mention that wizards lived much longer than Muggles.

But this fact was right in front of him, and he unconsciously counted the wrinkles at the corners of Lucius' eyes and the white tufts that suddenly appeared on his temples.There are also a few white strands mixed in the light golden hair - this requires extremely keen observation to see, the difference between light gold and white is not obvious.But Draco knew there was a huge gap between them.

The difference between young and old sometimes lies in this blurred line.

And Draco knew very well that he himself was struggling with another major dividing line at this time.

They sat down in the corner of a bar.The surrounding lights flickered on and off, green beer bottles hung and swayed in the sky, and wind chimes fluttered.Loud music and strong booze fill the air, bringing a certain grainy sense of relaxation.

Draco looked at the two people in front of him, and he suddenly felt lost.

For one belief, he lost another extremely important treasure... It seems that there is no such thing as the best of both worlds.

"How are you doing, Draco?" After a moment of silence, Lucius asked slowly, "You... really joined the Order of the Phoenix?"

Draco took a sip of the cold beer, a little bitter.Muggle wine seems different, he thought, it's awful.

"Of course, I've been accepted by them." He shrugged and chuckled, looking a little harsh in Lucius' eyes, "To be honest, they treated me well. Father, you don't look too good— —I'm afraid the mysterious man is not very satisfied with you, right?"

He paused, admiring Lucius' dull expression for a while, and continued to add fuel and vinegar with a smile: "—Maybe he thinks you are old and useless. After all, if it were me, I would think the same... ..."

"...What did you say?" The blond man on the opposite side clenched the cup in his hand, his fingers almost turning white.Bellacritus, who was sitting next to him, also frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

"Why... am I wrong?" Draco raised his eyebrows, pointing his fingertips on the glass tabletop, "Look at your current appearance, Father, what else is there to be like the head of the Malfoy family? The Malfoy family Your ancestors will be ashamed of you, you have disgraced them. It is your fault that you failed to satisfy the mysterious man, who else can be blamed?"

After he finished speaking, he took a leisurely sip of his wine and looked at them lazily.Lucius' lips trembled slightly, but it could be seen that he was still maintaining his final composure.

"...Who do you think is responsible for all this? Draco, I'm so disappointed in you..." He whispered, but the accusation only got a disdainful sneer from the boy.

"You don't think it's all my fault, father? You want to blame all of this on me? It's Malfoy's usual hypocrisy...even the Order of the Phoenix won't want you, father..."

Lucius stared at him intently, as if trying to stare right through his smug face.For the first time, he found this kind of taunt so annoying, especially when it was spoken to himself by his only son, and the lethality was almost fatal.

But Draco turned his face away, as if he was too lazy to look at him again, he raised his wine glass to Bellatrix, and said with a smirk: "Long time no see, aunt. You look more and more radiant Yes, you must be trusted by the mysterious person... But people like you are welcome everywhere, I think..."

"What do you mean?" Bellatrix frowned.

"I think you know exactly what I mean." Draco smiled deeper, "Now that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​summoning troops, I think it should be fine with your strength. As long as you leave the queue of Death Eaters, I have Be sure to convince them to accept you, and you don't have to worry about your safety, the Order of the Phoenix has a way to guarantee this..."

Bellatrix seemed to find it a little funny, she looked at him coldly, and raised the corner of her mouth: "It seems that you have really become a lackey of the Order of the Phoenix, Draco. Heh, I am really ashamed of your family... …And, why do you think I will betray the Dark Lord?"

"Oh, Auntie, can't you see that the You-Know-Who doesn't trust you completely? He only appreciates you for completing his task, and once you make a mistake—you can't guarantee that you will never make a mistake—he will tire of you, just like my father..." Draco said slowly, twirling the neck of the slender goblet with his fingers, "Also, have you heard—your niece Nymphado La Tonks is going to marry Professor Lupine, I don't think the mysterious man will be very happy about the news... Wouldn't he have a grudge against you?"

Bellatrix stared at Draco's face, the corners of her brows twitched, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't get it out, which made her expression look twisted and weird.

"Are you sowing discord between me and the Dark Lord? Do you think I will betray the Dark Lord?"

"I don't doubt your character, but you have to admit that the mysterious man is not a good object of allegiance. You have such a talent, you should use it in a better place, Auntie... If you come here, Tonks and I will both I'm glad that the Order of the Phoenix will treat you very well, no worse than you were at the Mysterious Man..." Draco whispered, his words were full of temptation, and Lucius even felt that he had a moment The wavering—of course, it was only for a moment, but it was enough to explain many things.He looked at the boy who had become extremely strange in front of him with complicated emotions, not knowing what to say.

"The Order of the Phoenix used these words to move you?" Bellatrix pulled a stiff smile on her face.

"Oh, of course not. This is what I want to say to you from the bottom of my heart, Aunt..." Before Draco could finish his sentence, Bellatrix stood up.She stared at him, her eyes protruding, and she picked up the glass in her hand and splashed it in his face.

Everyone froze in place.The cold wine dripped on Draco's face, neck and clothes, his hair and eyelashes were wet and sticky, and he was in a mess.

Draco also seemed to be stunned. He froze for a while before taking off his thin coat and shaking, slowly wiped off the drink on his face, and looked up at Bellatrix coldly.

"You will pay for your words and deeds today, Draco, I dare say you will!" Bellatrix screamed, and everyone around them looked at them curiously, "How dare you insult me ​​so much?" I... insulted the master... I thought you were brave before, you traitor, coward! You don't deserve to be a Death Eater!"

"Oh, really." Draco wiped a drop of wine from the corner of his mouth, and looked at her indifferently, "I'm really touched that you think I'm brave... It seems that we can't reach an agreement, but I still hope Can you think about it..."

"Don't be kidding, I am loyal to the Dark Lord, not like you little scum! When the Dark Lord lost power, only my husband and I insisted on looking for him. At that time, you still couldn't speak, little boy!"

"Maybe I don't understand your so-called loyalty, Lestrange." Draco stood up with his drenched coat in his hands, pouted, "But in my opinion, it's no different from going crazy."

After speaking, he ignored the enraged Bellatrix and the motionless Lucius, and left the bar with his clothes on.