[HP] End of Death

Draco, Ron, and Hermione watched his back worriedly, something none of them had thought about.It would be a lie to say they weren't scared at all, but they didn't want to show it.But Harry seemed to be aware of it.

"Is there really no way?" Ron lowered his voice, "If you want me to say, the mysterious man's move is too sinister. Even if he does nothing, he can easily split us, that's what he wants to see ..."

"Besides, there's no way he's doing nothing." Hermione frowned. "I think we'd better go up there and see—it's not safe to leave him alone."

"If you haven't figured out how to comfort him, it's best not to bother him." Draco said, "He's actually very sensitive and irritable sometimes."

"Oh, I still remember that in the fifth grade, he thought that the mysterious person possessed him, and then he didn't talk to us all day." Ron agreed.

"But that time it was fake, this time it's real."

"And there's real danger this time," Hermione sighed, "and if it doesn't get fixed, I think—maybe we've got to do something about it, I mean, maybe next time we don't get hurt like that." Well healed..."

"What does that mean?" Draco frowned, "Are you going to lock him up?"

"I didn't say that, Malfoy, but we—well, first we're going to find out why, and see if we can stop it. In the meantime we'll have to guard against You-Know-Who possessing again, and we've got to have a Countermeasures. Also, don’t forget, we still have Horcruxes to destroy... I’m afraid Harry is unable to participate in our plan in this state, but we have to continue his work.”

Draco had to admit that Hermione was very logical, although he didn't want Harry to be locked up, or take some other measures to restrict freedom, although Harry himself might understand... but it reminded him Those patients he had seen in St. Mungo's whose brains had been destroyed by magic were always shut in the ward, looking out the window all day long at the monotonous scenery.

He'd be crazy if his Harry turned out like that, he thought.

Instead of continuing to discuss the matter, they plotted to steal the Horcruxes from the Lestrange family vault.

"I think it must be a Horcrux, you think, the You-Know-Who will definitely hide the Horcrux in the safest place - Hagrid said that the only best places to hide things are Gringotts and Hogwarts It's gone."

"Hufflepuff's cup or Ravenclaw's diadem—"

"The most important thing is how we get in. Gringotts is impenetrable, and it is absolutely impossible for us to force a breakthrough." Draco said.

"Hmm...Malfoy, is your vault close to Lestrange's vault?" Ron asked curiously.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and he replied expressionlessly: "First of all, I don't know the number of the Lestrange family's vault; secondly, as soon as I enter Gringotts, the mysterious person will definitely receive the news, Then he'll come and get us."

"If only he hid the Horcrux in your vault." Ron said regretfully.

"He won't do that because he doesn't trust my parents." Draco shrugged. "I still have a spare key to my vault. If I'm lucky, I might be able to withdraw money from it."

"Your family's vault—"

"Piles full of Galleons and all kinds of precious jewels, of course, more than you can imagine—"

"Hmph, my dad told me before that the Malfoy family got themselves a lot of privileges through various donations—"

"That's right, my dad also told me that the Weasleys are clueless and worry about not being able to support their children all day—"

"Wait a minute, stop—you're off topic!" Hermione stopped them quickly, and she doubted that if they didn't, they would fight in the next moment, "So how on earth are we going to get into Gringotts?"

The two boys looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Harry curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapping himself tightly in the quilt.He felt suffocated, but his back was constantly sweating coldly. This alternation of hot and cold made him uneasy, but there was also a sense of masochistic pleasure.

He got pleasure from this punishment, maybe it can make up for the pain caused by guilt, but he felt that it was not enough, the wind was still blowing in his heart, and the cold air was rubbing against the wound, he felt that it was not enough, he Contaminated with unclean things, there are monsters lurking in his body, he wants to use harsher punishments to make himself miserable, he cannot feel happy...

But when Harry faintly heard voices and laughter coming from downstairs, his heart clenched tightly again.They had a great chat, yeah, he never knew when Draco and Ron Hermione got on so well - they could go on without him, they didn't need him.

He was angry, but loathed himself for the anger, and what right did he have to demand it from others?They are right to do so, he has indeed become a burden, a dangerous burden that may explode at any time, they can move forward happily, and he will be left here, this cold, dark, sunless land... …

At this time, Harry could understand Sirius' state of mind very well. When he was locked in this house for a long time that he tried his best to escape, would he think the same thing as him?Did he feel that everyone was trying to defeat Voldemort and that he was the only one who couldn't do anything?

... definitely will.Sirius was so adventurous, Harry thought, that he wouldn't want to stay in the old house anyway... The thought that his godfather had once been in the same frame of mind made him feel closer.But he doesn't know where he is now, he is probably fighting with other members of the Order of the Phoenix.Harry became depressed again.

No, Sirius was not like him now... he was free, and he couldn't understand him.What's more, if he knew his situation, would he start avoiding him, just like his friends?Oh, the friends who had said they would always believe him...it was a testament to how unreliable their words were.

Of course, if this happened to Harry himself, he would try his best to avoid getting close to him, after all, he could become Voldemort at any time... But he thought, he thought they would come up to him and say a few words , although he didn't know whether he wanted to see them or not.

Harry rolled over and curled up even tighter.He wants to sleep, it may be the only way to escape reality, but he has slept too long today, tossing and turning can not sleep.

It's only gotten worse, he thought, staring straight at the livid gray peeling marks on the wall, in fifth grade he thought being expelled was the worst thing that could have happened, but now he understands what isolation really is helpless.

Harry was still asleep.He dreamed that he confronted Voldemort on the Astronomy Tower, and then he died, his body cracked like fireworks, and his memory turned into foam.The man sailed the boat across the ocean of his memories, weaving his way through his shattered corpse.He picked up his soul - a clean gem, wrapped around a necklace, red and green beads shining alternately.At this moment, the red bead broke away from the chain and flew into Voldemort's body, and Harry suddenly felt that there was something more inside him-a kind of induction, a connection he could not choose, a bridge.

"Look, Potter, you thought you'd escaped, but you're still in the cage." His voice was high-pitched and shrill, "Your wit looks stupid to me...I think you'll regret your Why didn't you die in that dream, when you saw your friends killed one by one, you would."

"no no……"

"Who else do you think will believe you?"

"No, no..."

"Of course, if you'd give your life for your friends... if you really cared so much about them, I might let them die... oh, what a great Boy Who Lived and his friends..."

Harry writhed on the bed, moaning in pain, his movements restrained by the quilt wrapped around him, and he rolled to the floor without feeling any pain.No, no, no... He was looking for something to stop this, he didn't want to listen to him anymore, no, it wouldn't... His glasses fell to the floor and were crushed by his body.

"If you don't believe me, let's try it now, Potter... watch how you hurt your friends..."

Do not!

Harry finally touched something sharp and cold, grabbed it, and stabbed hard towards his forehead.