[HP] End of Death

Draco didn't go back to Grimmauld Place immediately, but walked around to the toilet at the back door of the bar from the outside, and locked the door behind him.

He put his coat aside, adjusted his shirt collar in front of the mirror, and used a cleaning spell to clean all the wine from his hair-but this spell messed up his soft hair, De Laco could only frowned and combed his hair again.

After finally getting everything sorted, Draco set his coat on fire and threw it in the trash.He put his hands in his pockets, silently looking at the cloth that burned particularly vigorously under the catalysis of alcohol, and a solitary red spark flickered in his light gray pupils.

He sniffed and rubbed the tip of his nose with a hand.

When he is alone, he always thinks about something that annoys him, and there are many such moments—such as now, such as all these days, he can always hear his heart against the gray wall Whispers, and it was hard for him to ignore the voices.

He said those things against Lucius.It wasn't his intention - but he had to, he couldn't get Bellatrix to send Voldemort a message that Lucius was involved in his betrayal.

His betrayal was so complete that it left no chance for Voldemort to intervene.And he could only make it more thorough, so thorough that Voldemort thought it was his own choice and had nothing to do with his family.

He couldn't give Voldemort a chance to kill his parents, he had killed too many people, he hated him, he made them like this - suspicion, betrayal, division, intrigue, family, friendship, love all broken, He becomes alone.He hates him.

Draco looked up at the mottled ceiling above him.There hung a battered oil lamp, its flame almost extinguished by the wind blowing from side to side through the transom.He pressed his temples and sighed.

He often thinks about what he is doing, what he should do, whether he is doing right or wrong, and how to satisfy them... But sometimes he wants to throw them all away and throw them into the invisible trash He wants to yell at the whole world, "Get the hell out of me", he wants to ignore other people's opinions and just do what he wants to do.

Don't look left and right, just stare at the single-plank bridge under your feet.he said to himself.

The way he walked was given by that person, and he will continue to follow the traces left by him, there is no doubt about it... But what should he do?He wants to embark on the journey alone, but the front is confused and dark, surrounded by helplessness, like sailing alone in a dark strait filled with mist.

What should he do?

At this time, he couldn't help but start to miss him.If he was around, everything would definitely be different... As long as he was around, he would have infinite strength to deal with all the pressure imposed, ignoring the cynicism around him.

He can always help him—as long as he stands by his side, he feels that the world hasn't completely abandoned him. Maybe Merlin still has an eye to watch over him. He is not a helpless person.

Draco found himself relying heavily on Harry at some point.He was struggling with almost nothing but faith now, and he thought back to what Harry had told him, that he would not give up, that he would go on, no matter who it was for—but he still missed him, missed him madly, He longed to touch him, to comfort his overly dry soul...

He was his sin, all his greed, the thorny rose he wanted to embrace with flesh and blood.

He wanted to run to the ends of the earth to find him, but he knew he couldn't.

Draco pursed his lips, suddenly wanting to smoke.He'd heard that it was a Muggle thing that relieved the sorrows of those who were in pain - he wouldn't believe such nonsense in normal times, but now he wanted to try anything as long as it made him feel less uncomfortable , even if it's Muggle stuff...

"Draco? Are you in there?" Someone knocked anxiously on the toilet door.Draco glanced at the trash can, still burning, black ash blinding his eyes.He took a bucket of water from the faucet and poured it down, then strode to open the door.

Lupine and Sirius were standing at the door, both of them looked a little nervous, the latter walked over and grabbed his arm, looking at his body: "Are you okay? I just found out that you met that woman— — she didn't do anything to you, did she?"

Draco shook his head and shook his hands away without leaving a trace: "I'm fine, they didn't do anything to me."

"Be sure to tell us before you go out next time, or—"

"understood."

Lupine and Sirius looked at each other, both feeling a little helpless.Lupine patted Draco on the shoulder and said, "Sirius and I will take you to the gate of the house. We still have something to do, so we won't go in."

"I can go back by myself—"

"No." The two said in unison.

Draco followed Ron and Hermione to a broken cupboard in the kitchen. Hermione knocked on the door and whispered, "Kreacher? Are you in there?"

There was no movement in the closet.Hermione had to say it again, but still nothing happened.She turned around and smiled at Draco apologetically, and was about to say something when a high-pitched voice came from the closet: "The Mudblood was talking to Kreacher, Kreacher pretended not to hear, Kreacher didn't follow Mudblood talking..."

"What did you say?" Ron was furious in an instant, but the other person moved faster than him - Draco pulled open the cabinet door, and the cabinet was dark, piled with dirty rugs and Some dingy bric-a-brac, from which wafted the stench of damp and musty cloth.Draco frowned.

"Ah, it's Master Malfoy." The elf wiped his face with his apron, and bowed respectfully to him, "Does Master Malfoy need some tea? Kreacher is going to prepare..."

"Kreacher, do you have a locket?"

Hearing this sentence, Kreacher's body froze instantly.It raised its head to look at him, its already big eyes looked like copper bells now, with tears welling from the corners of the eyes.

It kept rubbing its hands, sighing, and fighting: "Master Malfoy also needs that thing? No, Master Regulus told me not to show it to anyone! Not even Master Malfoy... ..."

"Kreacher, give it to me, can you?" Draco tried to persuade him as patiently as possible, "I won't give it to anyone else, you can trust me."

Kreacher lowered his head, kept rubbing his hands, just shook his head, and murmured "no" a few times.

Draco frowned, stomping on the spot.He looked back at Hermione and Ron, only to see Hermione took a step forward as if mustering up her courage, and asked softly, "Kreacher, what do you mean by Master Regulus?"

The elf glanced at her, turned her head, and tears fell to the ground.It sobbed loudly, and wiped the snot and tears off its face with its apron: "The locket that Master Regulus gave to Kreacher for safekeeping, Kreacher cannot give it to others..."

"Then why did Master Regulus give it to you?" She continued to ask gently.

"Master Regulus trusts Kreacher...he knows that Kreacher will not tell his secret," Kreacher stared blankly at the wall, his eyes lost focus, "he took Kreacher to a lake, he Drank the water from one basin... He made Kreacher put another locket in it and went back with the locket in the basin and tried to destroy it. But Kreacher couldn't do it, Kreacher didn't work Nothing can leave traces on the locket... Kreacher is useless, and there are still people who want to snatch the locket... Kreacher is sorry for Master Regulus..."

The elf's eyes filled with tears again, and it let out a retching sound and sniffled.

"Kreacher." Draco rolled up his sleeves, slowly squatted down in front of it, and looked at it, "This is the locket that Master Regulus paid for with his life. Do you remember what he said to you ?"

Before Kreacher could answer, Draco continued: "He gave you this locket not for you to protect it, but for you to destroy it. This is what he did in the last part of his life Decided, he gambled with his life on such a possibility—maybe someone can follow his path and complete his unfinished mission.”

Kreacher let out a miserable cry, sobbing uncontrollably.

Draco didn't speak, he waited for the elf's emotions to calm down slowly.He suddenly couldn't bear it, maybe they shouldn't say these things to it.The elf's thinking is much simpler than theirs, and what they take for granted does not work here.In any case, they were taking one of its treasures.

Kreacher wiped his eyes again with his apron, and he blinked and looked at them pitifully.Draco suddenly remembered something, took out the locket left by Regulus from his pocket and handed it to it:

"By the way, Kreacher, this is Master Regulus' locket, you can keep it—"

What Draco didn't expect was that Kreacher's mood fluctuated even more when he saw the locket. He held it and cried loudly, and his tears fell on the ground and formed a small puddle.Draco was taken aback, and turned around to look at the two people behind him at a loss. Ron also stared at Kreacher in shock, and Hermione looked gentle.

Sobbing, Kreacher rubbed his dirty apron over and over the locket as if it were the greatest treasure in the world.It hung the locket around its neck, looked at them tremblingly, bowed to Draco and Ron, and when it was Hermione's turn, its waist shivered oddly.

Kreacher walked into its den with small steps, and the locket shook and hit its shriveled chest with a muffled sound.There was a crisp sound of metal clashing inside, and after a while, it came out with a delicate locket, and handed it tremblingly to Draco, who quickly took it.

The locket is small and elegant, with a small green snake carved on it, exactly the same as the one I saw in my memory.Draco thought about it, and threw it to Ron - the boy caught it reflexively, glaring at him: "What are you doing?"

"Leave this to your safekeeping." He said, turning to look at Kreacher who was sighing and started cleaning.Ron looked at him in bewilderment, but said nothing.

House-elves are really weird creatures, Draco thought. Both Kreacher and Dobby are very strange and incomprehensible... Anyone who can be friends with them must be equally weird... At least he I will not buy some ugly socks to give away.