[HP] End of Death

As the man approached him step by step, the burning pain on his forehead intensified.He moved his finger lightly, and the big snake Nagini crawled up to his side in a whizzing motion, entangled at his feet, spitting scarlet letters.

Harry leaned on the wall with one hand, frowning tightly.He clutched his wand and tried to Disapparate quietly, but Voldemort picked up on his thoughts immediately.He waved his wand at him, and a long, thin rope immediately bound him tightly, and he walked slowly to him, lifting his chin with one hand.

"The game's over, Potter," he said coldly, so hard that Harry felt his jaw dislocate. "Then end your hiding adventure now."

The cold wand was aimed at his forehead, and Harry could feel the thick breath of death emanating from the tip of the wand.He will be shot here, in this nameless hut, by his sworn enemy, and it will all be over—

"Avada——" Harry closed his eyes in despair as the man's spell came out of his mouth.He could feel that the magic power on his body was completely sealed, and he had no way to escape now, and this time, he might really have to fall here.

However, he did not hear the continuation of the incantation. He waited for a while and opened his eyes cautiously, only to find that the expression on Voldemort's face was unpredictable, and a complex emotion mixed with joy and hatred was constantly flashing in his eyes.He suddenly grabbed the back of his neck, carried him around and disappeared on the spot.

Draco didn't expect that he would return to Malfoy Manor in such a form.Bellatrix had just pulled a pack of cigarettes off the shelf when he rushed into the store with a few Death Eaters.He sneaked out to shop without the knowledge of the Order of the Phoenix, and the purpose could not be known.

He played hide-and-seek with the Death Eaters for five minutes, and after they destroyed half the store and wounded five Muggles, he was finally caught by Bellatrix behind a shelf .

"See how you hide this time, Malfoy!" she said triumphantly, grabbing his arm and walking towards her companions.Draco ignored her, and tried to Apparate - but he failed, and only then remembered what the Death Eaters seemed to have cast on him when they first entered the store.

"Wait, you will soon pay for your actions!" she announced loudly, proudly pressing the Dark Mark on her own arm.

That's why Draco was now forced to the cold floor with his hands bound, facing a dozen Death Eaters.

"That's not bad, Lestrange...the master will appreciate you..."

"This is Lucius' son, the traitor Draco?" Several men leaned against the doorpost and pointed at him, shaking their heads exaggeratedly.

Draco's shoulders moved, and his back was firmly pressed by Dolohov and Avery, which made him unable to straighten his back, and could only look down at the feet of the passing crowd.

He counted the shoes of those people, and now there are eleven pairs...the one who walks around in black high heels is the strutting Bellatrix; while the red slippers standing motionless by the sofa belong to his mother Narcissa , the pair of black slippers next to her needless to say must be Lucius... He suddenly saw a pair of slippers of a smaller size walking towards him, and he encountered many people blocking him in the process of advancing, But he continued to move forward indomitably, as if he must have something to say to him.

Draco stared at the shoes, a strange premonition rose in his heart, he suddenly knew who he was.

The man finally walked in front of him, and he pushed his shoulder hard, Draco leaned back and almost fell, a strand of blond hair fell down to cover half of one eye.

"Didn't expect you to have today, Draco!" the man screamed, "You should have expected this ending, you despicable traitor!"

Draco tried to push the loose bangs aside with his shoulders, but he couldn't reach them, so he looked up at him with a mocking smile on his lips: "Who are you bragging about, Theodore? Did you get me here? Shut up if you didn't, you ignorant idiot!"

"What did you say?!" Nott jumped angrily, he didn't expect that Draco was still eloquent even though he had become a prisoner.He kicked at him, and Draco tried to avoid it, but Dolohov and Avery grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to take the kick hard in the stomach.

"Let go of my son, I won't allow you to do this to him!" Narcissa suddenly shouted loudly, and she walked over quickly, brushing aside several Death Eaters who stood in front of her, "Let him go, Doro Hough, Avery!"

"Narcissa, do you know what you're doing—"

"Are you going to disobey the master's order?!"

Draco listened to the fierce arguments of the people around him, his upper body was pressed hard to the ground by Avery, his cheekbones protruding from the hard marble.He saw the pair of bright red slippers that were close at hand undulating with the movements of his toes, like some kind of red seaweed... He suddenly twisted his shoulders vigorously and straightened his waist again: "Needless to say, Mom!"

The three people who were arguing suddenly fell silent, and all looked down at him.Draco shook his hair, raised his head proudly and said, "Don't intercede for me, even if you do, I won't come back—I'm not a Death Eater anymore!"

Everyone in the living room stared at him, as if they didn't understand what he was saying.A few seconds later, Nott's piercing laughter broke the dead silence first: "Hahahaha! How ridiculous, Draco, you are still saying these words when you are dying! Do you think your posture is very brave? This is Childish, naive, stupid! If you bow your head and beg for mercy, maybe the master will let you die more happily, I think..."

Draco looked at the smug boy coldly, curled his lips in disdain.He naturally wouldn't know what he was thinking, and it was impossible for him to tell him.He was about to say something back when a pair of soft hands touched his shoulders.

He froze.

Narcissa squatted down in front of him, she looked at him, her eyes were slightly red: "Come back, Draco, Lucius and I will explain to the Dark Lord... Come back to the right way, Dark Lord I will forgive you..."

Draco looked at her blankly, bit his lower lip, and said nothing.Narcissa continued to speak in a hoarse voice, she cried while persuading her, and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, Draco turned his face and couldn't bear to look at her.His hands clenched tighter and tighter, his back trembled slightly, and his nails dug into his palms.

"Stop it, Mom." He cleared his throat, trying to maintain that dismissive pride, "The Dark Lord will never forgive me, and I won't go back. It's no use what you say."

"He's right, Narcissa." A cold voice sounded from behind, and Narcissa froze in place for an instant.There was the sound of light footsteps like the wind blowing past his ears, and Draco felt a chill run up the base of his spine, and he shivered and tightened his shoulders.

"Master... Please..." Narcissa turned around and knelt down towards the man, begging bitterly.

Draco looked up, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked straight at the tightly bound boy next to Voldemort.The other Death Eaters had evidently seen him too, their faces showing shock and delight, and they gathered together to whisper.

Narcissa ignored them, she was still kneeling on the ground, her back hunched over, her blonde hair slumped, as if Voldemort would not get up unless she agreed.

"Get up, Narcissa," the man said. "Stand beside Lucius. We have more important things to do now."

"No, master! Please spare Draco, he is just confused for a moment, he doesn't understand anything..."

"I don't think Draco thinks so, Narcissa." Voldemort cut her off, looking at Draco with crimson eyes.The latter was staring at the five-handed Harry for a moment, and turned his head and raised his eyebrows after being called.

"That's the only point we seem to agree on, Vol--Voldemort." Draco tried to raise his voice, trying to sound less frightened, "I'm wide awake and I know what I'm doing. I I'm from the Order of the Phoenix, I'm not a Death Eater!"

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