[HP] End of Death

Malfoy Manor.

The entangled branches of the cherry tree outside the window are reflected on the smooth marble floor, and the reddish fuzzy edges are filtered out by the colorful glass, like clusters of distant early cherry blossoms.Lucius lowered his head and pressed his bent knees on the icy cherry blossom petals. The light gold and immature red melted together, like some ancient totem.

Beside him, Bellatrix with curly hair was also kneeling.But unlike him, she raised her head proudly and looked at Voldemort without a trace of fatigue in her eyes.

"You mean, you failed?" the man whispered.

"Master, Draco has completely surrendered to the Order of the Phoenix. He is now a running dog of the hateful Order of the Phoenix. This kind of person is not worth employing at all!"

"I know he has joined the Order of the Phoenix. So, did you tell him what I said?"

Bellatrix's expression froze for a moment, and her tone became less righteous: "...No, master. In fact, that guy insulted—"

"Why didn't you say it?" The man interrupted her coldly.

"Because he insulted you, master! I'm so angry—"

"Very well, Bella, I am very grateful to you for protecting my reputation...but you should admit that completing the task is more important than that." There was imperceptible anger in the man's voice, "It seems that Draco has become more important than that." Surprisingly smarter than imagined... It seems that the strategy of persuasion is not working, so we have to take a stronger approach..."

"Master!" Lucius finally couldn't help raising his head.His complexion was pale, and his gray pupils were so panicked that they were almost empty, as if they were full of snowfall—but it was clearly midsummer.

"Bella, you take Dolohov, Avery, and Yaxley to get him. It's best to get this done before we take the Ministry of Magic, and we'll need more men by then. " Voldemort ignored the man's wailing, and ordered coldly.Bellatrix readily accepted, stepped forward to kiss his robes, and slowly stepped back.

Lucius remained kneeling on the spot without moving.Voldemort looked at the flickering purple sunset light outside the window and the lush flowers and plants in the courtyard. He walked slowly to the tall French windows, stroking the smooth window frame with fingers as pale as spider feet.

"You don't need to kneel, Lucius. Go down." After a long time, the man's icy voice sounded, like winter ice flowing through his body.

"Master..." Lucius begged in a low voice, clenched his hands tightly.

"You can't blame me, Lucius. Your son asked for it. You can't say I didn't give him a chance." Voldemort closed the window, glanced back at him, and walked slowly to his side.The soft black cloth made a rustling sound as it dragged on the ground.

"Draco he...he's just a kid, he doesn't understand anything..."

"He is an adult, Lucius. Adults should be responsible for their actions." Voldemort said bluntly, "And I gave you the opportunity to persuade him, but you failed. I think the Order of the Phoenix should give It's done him a lot of good... maybe they'll poach others in the same way, Lucius. What do you think?"

"We are all loyal to you, master..."

"But you didn't come looking for me after I lost power, did you? As far as I know, it's just Bella and her husband...and little Crouch..."

Lucius opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue, but he barely stopped after uttering a syllable, unable to utter a word, and could only bow his head softly.

Voldemort walked past him, his footsteps almost inaudible: "Of course, I don't pursue it... But that doesn't mean it can't happen again, Lucius. On the contrary, in fact I feel that Draco's approach seems to make some opportunists ready to move... Your son is really a good leader, Lucius..."

"Please forgive me, master..."

"You should know little Crouch, Lucius?" Voldemort suddenly changed the subject without warning. Lucius didn't know what he meant, so he could only nod in agreement.

"Little Crouch is very loyal, even if he is caught in Azkaban, he still wants to serve me... He is very useful and has made a great contribution to my resurrection. But he has a disappointing father , very disappointing... After Little Crouch was captured by the Ministry of Magic, his father, Mr. Crouch, imprisoned him in Azkaban himself. Of course, the Lestranges were also imprisoned by him The..." Voldemort seemed to be reminiscing aimlessly, but Lucius had already understood his meaning, and he trembled all over, biting his lower lip.

"Owner……"

"...Although Mr. Crouch is very disappointing, he has made a little contribution to his career. Lucius, you should learn from him and be a little enlightened." Voldemort looked down at the man , said like alms, "Go down."

"……Yes."

He watched the man get up slowly, barely straightened his back and walked out of the conference hall, looking as if he had aged ten years.

Voldemort stood there for a while, his hand resting on the window sill, and suddenly clenched.

Everything in that dream was so real, and the innocent savior didn't realize it as he wished... If it wasn't for Draco, he could have killed him... If it wasn't for him...

He took a peek into their world, and the rich and sweet teenage love only made him feel boring and childish.He couldn't imagine how he could be beaten by two boys like that, but it just happened.If the old man Dumbledore was still alive, he would definitely say that it was the power of "love"... However, even the "love" he admired couldn't keep him alive on the tower, it's really stupid...

Voldemort opened the door and walked out. He was about to go back to his room when his heart trembled suddenly, and a blurry scene slowly formed in front of his eyes.It was a dark house, a boy with a scar on his forehead was yelling with a wand, and beside him was a dead old woman... He was ecstatic, and he gave orders... Look at him, watch him Hold on...he'll be here soon...

He spread out his robe and flew out of Malfoy Manor, his fluttering black long sleeves covered the bright setting sun like the wings of a big bird.

When Harry opened his eyes, what he saw was a gray-blue shadow, like luxuriant spider webs weaving around his nose and the corners of his eye sockets, very much like someone's cold and long eyes.

He sat up, feeling something was wrong, and touched his chest subconsciously - he touched two broken stones.He held it up to the window with the drawn curtains, and finally confirmed that it was indeed the remains of green onyx and garnet.

He felt a sultry malaise billowing in his chest, as if he was in a suffocating summer noon in the future of a thunderstorm, and countless irritable and unspeakable emotions were blocked in his throat and he could not speak out.

— Potter, do you like the necklace I gave you?

The man's last words in that long dream were like a vicious curse, which made him have to think deeply.

The necklace had originally been given to him by Draco at Christmas, and they'd sneaked out for a walk around the campus in the middle of the dance.In the dream, this memory was distorted by Mr. Fickett.

Harry tried hard to recall the content of the dream, and some fragments had gradually faded from the cerebral cortex after waking up.He remembered that time Voldemort said to him through Draco's mouth -

"Potter, do you like the gift I gave you? I think the green one looks like your eye."

At that time, he didn't think there was anything strange about it, but now that he thought about it, if the green agate represented his eyes, then whose eyes did the garnet represent...?

Harry was taken aback by his guess, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.He grabbed his hair and pressed his forehead, took off his glasses, wiped them with the quilt, and put them back on.

This necklace has been used twice.The first time, he used it to go back in time and save the dead Draco, and it had become dim by then; The illusion created in order to obtain the prophecy ball was larger and more realistic, which also led to the complete shattering of the necklace.

What the hell is going on with all this... Could it be that Draco gave him a necklace that Voldemort had cursed from the very beginning?Could it be that their love has been cast a shadow since then, full of tricks and deceit...

Harry had a terrible headache and could hardly think any further.He thought their point of divergence was in the cold cemetery, which seemed to separate day and night like a date line.But if it is said that Draco had betrayed him earlier, then his purpose of approaching him from the very beginning was not pure, maybe their love was simply his wishful thinking...

No, he shouldn't have thought that...it was just Voldemort's sonication, yes, it must have been...but anyway, the necklace was weird.Maybe the necklace Draco had given him was fine in the first place, but it had definitely been replaced.

Harry carefully put away the remains of the gem and put it in his pocket.He sat in silence for a while, and then began to look at this strange room.

The bed he slept on was leaning against the narrow blinds, and the setting sun cast a soft shadow of branches through the thick dark blue of the curtains, and the intertwined leaves were like extinguished meteors.

Harry shook his head, he suddenly understood where the biggest strange thing was - he was obviously dead.

He was firmly under Voldemort's Avada Kedavra, but he entered two different dreams, and now he was lying on a strange bed... What is going on?

Harry pulled back the quilt and climbed out of bed, walked to the door with his slippers on, and tentatively pulled the doorknob.The door was pulled open easily, with a loud creak that startled him.Harry poked his head out cautiously and looked left and right. Outside the door was a narrow, cold corridor with a small staircase at the east end.He took a step and closed the door carefully.