[HP] End of Death

When Draco returned to the room alone, he felt that the light around him had dimmed, and the loneliness that had disappeared during the bustle had found him again.He dragged a long shadow and sat on the bed, the door was open, the thin silver-blue light was divided into two slender sharp knives by his black shadow, and the tip of the knife pointed straight at himself.

He rubbed his forehead, brushed his hair out, and fell down on the bed again, staring straight at the dark ceiling.

He thinks back to Blaise's words, and it reminds him of his old self.At that time, he was also so hesitant—no, I'm afraid it was more extreme than him, even if he took a step occasionally, he would quickly retract it; even if he woke up to the truth of life this night, he wanted to persist until the next morning But extremely difficult.

He probably should have given him a hand, but he didn't even know if he would regret it.This path is suitable for him, but it may not be suitable for everyone.

He is well aware of the pain and struggle involved, so he never asks others to be like him—there are only a few people who stand up bravely under this kind of dark violence, and those few people are often the victims of being killed.They used blood to arouse people's awakening, and it's unclear how much effect it has, but they all understand that this is the path that must be taken.

He had no right to ask others to do the few, and even, as Brace's friend, he had a faint hope that he wouldn't.

Draco rolled his eyes, drew his wand from his pocket and pointed at the door, which closed instantly.

He listened to the gusts of wind outside the window, like the hoarse violin that often flows in dreams, as well as the fluttering miscanthus and starlight.At this time, he misses the past very much, but he can't, so he thinks about Harry, but it seems to be another kind of torture.

Draco rolled over, pushing himself up with his elbows on the mattress.He suddenly lost all sleepiness, so he got out of bed and walked out of the room with his slippers on.

He went down the stairs. It was dark in the living room.He didn't turn on the light, and groped to sit on the sofa.

He sighed.He was still wondering if he was doing the right thing.Maybe Blaise changed his mind when he got back, maybe their plans for tomorrow didn't make sense, maybe...he remembered that time when a remnant of Death Eaters escaped with Blaise, did he notice something?What would he say to Brees, and what would that change?

Draco shook his head, trying to stop himself from thinking about these fruitless things, but unprovoked thoughts kept rushing into his head.He remembered how in fifth grade Blaise helped him get Harry out of the way, even though they had a fight about it... and how he and Knott sent him to the infirmary in sixth grade, and he later went on without permission. Smashed his hypnotic mirror... At that time, he and Nott had a good relationship. If it weren't for Voldemort's mission, they would never have come to this point.

It's all because of Voldemort... he's the one who made them go their separate ways and put them in this miserable situation, it's all because of him.Draco closed his eyes, and the faces of those former partners floated in front of his eyes, Nott, Goyle, Crabbe, Blaise... how are they all doing?Nott must have done well with Voldemort, Goyle and Crabbe are dumb and dumb and don't understand anything, and Blaise...

Draco stood up, frowning.He still feels uneasy... No, he might have done something wrong, and he should have kept him then instead of letting him be taken away... Hell, who knows what happened after that?

He had to do something, he had to do something, or he might regret it for the rest of his life—he felt it subconsciously.Draco pulled Harry's Invisibility Cloak from his pocket, which they hadn't used since it broke.He unfolded it hopefully—he remembered reading that such ancient magical instruments could repair themselves—and he was delighted to find that it had returned to its original state.He threw it on, ran to the mirror, and was satisfied to find that there was nothing there.

He conjured paper and pen with his wand, quickly wrote a sentence on it, and pressed it against the coffee table with a cup.

He knew it was stupid, he felt that he might be infected—it must be, like the figure that appeared beside him and held his hand when he was most helpless, he would not forget that he was How to be saved from hell.

And all he has to do is love others as he does.

Unlike the tangled Draco, Harry lay down on the bed after washing up.He didn't think about unnecessary things, and soon fell asleep.

He had expected it to be a dreamless night - he was too tired, but not much to worry about.However, dreams are always secretly active in the cerebral cortex, and those details that are ignored during the day are squeezed into his incomplete world.

He saw himself standing on a wide street with closed apartment buildings on both sides, and a few birdsong whimpered in his ears.A Ford sedan ran by quickly, and he stared at its taillights swaying in the fog... He found that he was already sitting in the car, and there were two strangers in the front seat, they were discussing A homicide, secretly laughing, seems unaware of his existence.Harry secretly memorized their information, planning to find an opportunity to call the police... The car stopped suddenly, he looked up, and found that the destination was somewhat familiar... no, very familiar, he recognized it—this was Malfoy Manor.

The angle of view in front of him suddenly changed, and he felt that he seemed to have grown taller. He looked down at the audience below the stage with a pair of slender eyes.There were several Death Eaters standing there, and in the center were two men—he knew the one who was bound.

"...Is what you said true, Lavron?" A cold and high-pitched voice came out of his mouth, "You met Draco and the others?"

"Yes, master, we have met..."

"Then why don't you let me come over?"

The man wiped his sweat and said with some fear: "Sorry, master, I don't have the Dark Mark - you said that only those who have passed the test can get it, I have been looking forward to this day... As far as I know, we There is only one person in that team with the Dark Mark, and that is Blaise Zabini! This can also explain his betrayal, master..."

He was silent for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.Then he looked at the boy who bowed his head.His hands were tied behind his back, and he didn't argue for himself from the beginning to the end.

"I'm disappointed, Blaise Zabini...very disappointed, I heard you used to be friends with Draco at school, but I thought you'd learn from Theodore and be a faithful servant. It seems You have chosen a more foolish path," he said slowly, drawing his wand from his pocket.

The boy raised his head, his skin was dark, but his black eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if there were tiny flames burning.

"No, I didn't betray—or, compared to what I'm going to do now, it's just a little try!" he shouted, and suddenly bent down and slammed into Lavron, and the man screamed and muffled Squat down on your belly.Blaise lay down on the ground without muddling, and rolled out from the gap under the feet of the Death Eaters. By the time they realized it, he had stood up and stood in the corner. holding a wand.

"Get him!" Harry heard himself scream, rage nearly eating his brains out.He raised his wand, that hand was as thin and pale as a spider's foot, his lips moved slightly, and a deadly spell was about to come out of his mouth...

No, don't do this!Don't kill him - no!don't want!You can't—Harry heard himself screaming silently, and he knew it was what he meant, he couldn't let Blaise die, he couldn't...

What... what is this?He heard another irritated voice rumbling in his head, even with a hint of fear... what are you doing? ...Get out of here, Potter!

Porter!

The last name woke him up like a sudden thunder and lightning, and Harry's chest was choked, as if something flew away quickly and entered another ice and snow land.He opened his eyes, but found that he still hadn't woken up from that dream, and he was still standing in the great hall of Malfoy Manor, with a mess of Death Eaters under the steps.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a person flashed out quickly, followed by several Death Eaters shouting and running out.He saw Dolohov, Lavron, and Nott disappear through the door, while Lucius and Narcissa stood motionless in the corner.Noticing his gaze, they buried their heads deeper.

Harry took a step forward—he found himself successful—and another step, and he quickened his pace.He descended the stairs and walked out of the hall under the awe of the remaining Death Eaters.With the cold wind blowing against his cheeks and his baggy black robes, Harry could hardly contain his surprise, and he had to struggle to keep himself from screaming.

He was successfully controlling the body—controlling the body according to his own will, rather than perceiving his world through Voldemort's soul.And he found that the roaring voice had disappeared without a trace, and it seemed that he was the only soul in this body.

In other words, at this time he is Voldemort.

Harry's stomach churned, he couldn't tell if it was panic or nausea.