[HP] End of Death

As soon as Draco Apparated in the backyard of Grimmauld Place, he fell to his knees, his legs pressed hard on the wet mud.He couldn't help leaning forward, and quickly freed his right hand to press it on the ground to stop himself from falling, but his arms were also folded and bent to the extreme, cold and sore.

He breathed out, brushed away the wet bangs stuck to his forehead, slowly put the boy in his arms on the ground, and took off the invisibility cloak wrapped around him.

Draco knelt beside him, reaching out to feel his breath, but there was nothing there.Then he went to touch his carotid artery resolutely, still nothing.

His eyes finally completely darkened.

Draco leaned down and pressed his face against his chest, as if wanting to hear the expected rustle, but it seemed like a subconscious move.His eyes were wide open, staring straight at the night above the bloodstained cloth, motionless.

"No...no...why did this happen..." He murmured unconsciously, "No...wake up...please...don't scare me, stop joking..."

He propped up his upper body, stared at the pale face for a long time, and stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch it, but then shrank back in panic, tightly clutching the fabric of his chest.

"No." He whispered, "No. No."

The moonlight seemed to have never been so cold, and the wind blowing across the courtyard seemed to come from the farthest polar region, freezing his heart into a sharp ice cone, piercing his heart straight.

It's like a black hole.

He sat there blankly for an unknown amount of time, but felt his cheeks were extremely cold.Only then did he have a real feeling, and he realized that something seemed to have been completely taken out of his body, and he had really lost something that could no longer be retrieved.

"No, Blaise... why... no, it's all my fault, it's all me... I'm too stupid..." Tears flowed silently from the corners of his gray eyes, and he didn't wipe them away, letting them flow She fell into the black ground across her cheek, "If only I had been firmer at that time...if...if I..."

But he clearly understands that there are no ifs in all of this.Time cannot be reversed, the dead cannot be brought back to life, the hand that missed can no longer be held, and he lost his friend forever.

Carefully he laid his limbs flat and wiped the blood from his face, some of which had dried up like a black scar; .He hoped that his friend would maintain the same pride after death as he did in life, even if no one knew how he resolutely moved forward and how vigorously he died.

Draco wanted to dig a grave for him himself, but he found that the amount of work was too much, so he had to use magic to conjure up an elegantly decorated black coffin, and slowly put his body into it with the Levitation Charm.

Draco looked at the boy in the small coffin with his eyes closed quietly, the silver light fell evenly on his body, rich, plump, clean and holy.

"I'm proud of you." He said softly, and solemnly closed the coffin lid.

He dug a grave by magic, put the black coffin in it, and covered it with a new layer of soil.Draco erected a gravestone for him and carved words on it with his wand.Gray stone chips fell down his wrist, like oxidized blood, and the name he had memorized by heart trembled faintly when he wrote it.

"Brace Zabini," he wrote, closing his eyes to see the thick lips of the boy moving in the swaying blackness.

What did he say at the end?He didn't know, but it was definitely not asking for help, nor was it regretting... The things he wanted to tell him and do in the last moments...

Draco remembered a line he had read in his father's study, from Elidis's "Hero's Lament"—

"Blood is for the flow, but freedom is for the never-ending flash."

Draco walked up the steps and opened the door.It was already late at night, and he stayed in the backyard for a long time, looking at the tombstone.Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and they all ignited the fireworks floating in his brain like a comet in an instant, and finally fell alone on the continent, leaving a crescent-like crater.

He left the light on and walked slowly into the darkness.The night was like a nightmare from which he could not wake, and he cleaned his hands and robes with a Cleansing Charm, pocketed his hawthorn wand, and walked up the stairs.His mind was terribly calm, but it seemed like a harbinger of a storm to come.

He walked to the second floor, only to find that the lights were on on the other side of the corridor, and that was the room where Harry and the others rested.Draco frowned, took off his rumpled coat and hung it on his arm, and walked quickly there.

The door was ajar, and the faint light elongated into a disappearing triangle on the ground.Draco smelled a smell of blood before he entered the door. He hesitated for a moment, and a sense of extreme fear surged into his heart instantly.He knocked on the door, opened it and walked in.

The room was in a mess, unsightly.The carpets were crowded into a pile, the curtains were torn several times, the vases and teapots on the table were tilted, and glass shards were scattered everywhere.The room was dimly lit, only a bedside lamp illuminated half of the face of the person next to the pillow.Ron was standing by the bed, trembling, applying something to the person on the bed.

He looked up at Draco, didn't speak, sniffed and continued to apply ointment to the man's neck and arms.

Draco took a closer look and recognized that the injured person lying on the bed was Hermione.There was a glaring bloodstain on her neck and right arm, which glowed hideously under the light.Her eyes were closed tightly, her eyelashes trembling, and she groaned every now and then when Ron touched the wound.

"...what's wrong with her?" Draco asked, not seeing Harry in the room.

Ron glanced at him, put aside the ointment in his hand, and wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Assaulted." His voice was lifeless, "She bled a lot..."

Draco noticed that the sleeves of his nightgown were stained with congealing crimson blood, and that there were streaks of blood clinging to his slippers and ankles.He thought of something, walked a few steps to Ron's side and lifted the hem of his nightgown - as he expected, there was a ten centimeter long bloody gash on his left leg, which was only passed by Bai Xianjing. Simple treatment, but blood oozes out continuously due to pulling the wound while walking.

"What are you doing?" Ron was taken aback, and he stepped back and almost bumped into the cabinet behind him.Draco put down his robe, looked at the pained Hermione on the bed again, and asked in a low voice, "What the hell is going on here?"

Ron froze for a few seconds, slowly stood up straight, took the ointment and continued to apply it to Hermione's arm.His arms were shaking all the time, which made him apply extremely unevenly, thickly in places, and he didn't seem to realize it.

"Hiss!" Hermione gasped suddenly, and Ron seemed to wake up suddenly from a sad dream, and apologized to her repeatedly.

"Weasley, did you hear me?" Draco frowned, and Ron didn't look at him this time, he seemed to be immersed in a kind of panic and pain that no one else could intervene and couldn't extricate himself from. He had been tightly pinching the ointment in his hand, and he had already squeezed out a large portion of the ointment, piling up around it.

Draco couldn't stand it anymore, he snatched the ointment from Ron's hand, scraped the circle of white ointment with his fingertips, and then continued to apply Ron's progress.

To his surprise Ron didn't stop him.He sat down on the bedside table, resting his forehead with his right hand, with a dejected expression on his face.

Draco finished filling Hermione's medicine in silence, screwed the cap tightly and handed it to Ron.The dim yellow halo of the bedside lamp danced on his freckled cheeks, and he stared blankly at the floor, seeming to be very interested in the patterns on it.Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, Draco put the ointment next to him, turned around and left.

"Wait, Malfoy." When Draco walked to the door, Ron suddenly stopped him, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to the room where I slept."

"Oh... you have to be careful," he murmured, somewhat ramblingly, and Draco stood there waiting for his explanation, but he changed the subject, "By the way...you see — did you bump into Harry?"

Draco subconsciously clenched his fingers.Yes, that was another reason for his vague uneasiness... Hermione and Ron were hurt, but he didn't see Harry, which was very strange.

"I haven't. Why isn't he here?" he asked slowly.

"He...he ran out." Ron looked away, and Draco knew he must be hiding something, so he couldn't help raising his voice: "Tell me, Weasley, what happened to you? How did Harry Abandoning you and running out alone? How did you get hurt?"

"Easy! Hermione's still sleeping—"

"Then you tell me the truth—"

Ron frowned at him, then at Hermione on the bed.His calf and neck were still bleeding, but he didn't care - or forget about it - he sighed and reached over to turn off the bedside lamp.

"We... were attacked by Harry." He spoke with difficulty.

Only the long and narrow blue moonlight remained in the room, which was cold and long, spreading among the silent air particles.

Draco knew that the expression on his face must be ugly, and it was difficult for him to express the shock in his heart-his first thought when he heard the news was disbelief, but he knew that Ron was not joking.

"……how is this possible?"

"Yeah, how could it be... I don't know what happened. He suddenly yelled in the middle of the night, waking me and Hermione. We thought he was having another nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, he looked at us Attack... we had to dodge him... Hermione got hurt, and so did I. Then he stopped and ran out..." Ron broke off, frowning together, "Honestly, he At that time, they couldn't listen to us at all, their eyes were red, which was very scary...I think..."

He stopped talking abruptly.

"What do you think?" Draco asked.

Ron hesitated for a long time before he hesitated to speak, his voice trembling slightly: "I think he...he was possessed by something, or was stunned...it's not like him...I..."

Draco didn't speak.He turned around and strode away.