[HP] End of Death

Although everyone was opposed to Harry's plan at first, and of course they are not all that supportive now - but after the first step was easily successful, Ron and Hermione finally had some confidence in it.Especially Ron, he seemed a little moved by Harry, and even started to persuade Hermione.

"I said, although this plan sounds risky, everyone will be happy if it succeeds, isn't it?" he said, "and maybe we will succeed, think about it, if we wiped out the Jinbei, only Get off that snake."

Hermione was still hesitant, but she had promised Harry to give it a try, so she was also making preparations for the next steps.And Draco still didn't have any intention of expressing his opinion. He stayed in his room every day, reading magazines and newspapers, and rarely participated in their discussions and actions.

He didn't come with them when they checked out around Gringotts; he sat far away and said nothing while they discussed how to exchange signals for the operation.Harry tried to persuade him many times, but the other party would not listen at all, and in the end he had to go with him.

He'll understand him someday, Harry thought, and he'll see that some things are far more important.

Finally, after they had practiced countless times and all the props were ready, they were about to set off.Harry straightened his collar in the mirror and glanced back.Draco was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, he was wearing a white shirt and dark waistcoat, and slim trousers wrapped around his slender legs.The sleeve of the left wrist that was holding the tea slipped down, revealing a section of white skin.Harry saw the hideous Dark Mark printed on it from the side, and his heart tightened suddenly.

He walked towards him a few steps, squatted down in front of him, and hugged his legs.

"...What are you doing all of a sudden?" Draco was taken aback by his actions, almost spilling the tea in his hand.

"Draco, are you sure you won't come with us?" Harry pressed his cheek against his hard knee, his hand reached into his trouser leg and took hold of his thin ankle, Draco's leg Instantly stiffened.

"...You still want to tease me before you leave, huh?" He bent down slowly, raised Harry's face and pinched it, "Or do you think you can't come back, so you did this on purpose?"

"Can't you say something good?"

"Oh, good luck to you then."

"Hey, that's too perfunctory," Harry grumbled.His hand stroked up, along the tight calf to the knee, and Draco raised his leg to kick him, but Harry held it down firmly.

He leaned down and kissed his knee.

"Damn it!" Draco became irritable, squeezed Harry's chin to force him to open his mouth, poured the remaining warm tea into his mouth, and kissed him hard.The fragrant and warm tea flowed in the mouths of the two, and some overflowed from the corners of their lips.Draco picked him up and pressed him on his lap, pulling his hand towards his waistband.

After a while, the two rolled on the sofa together, entangled tightly.Draco's shirt collar was ripped into a mess, his trousers were undone, and his hands were under Harry's sweater, vaguely picking at the two spots on his chest.

"Come with us, Draco." Harry gasped, wrapping his arms around his neck as he pulled down his trousers.

"So, why?" the boy asked softly, leaning up to kiss his chest.

Harry refrained from making those humiliating noises, but Draco's vicious teasing always won him over.Gritting his teeth, he moved closer, bringing himself to his lips - the act alone drained his shame, but he had to.He knew what Draco wanted to hear.

"I need you," he took a long breath, "I want you to go with me. I can't leave you...I love you."

Harry let out a low squeal as Draco unceremoniously stuck his fingers in.He kissed his neck and asked, "When are you going to leave?"

"Um... Apparating at three in the morning," Harry replied intermittently.He raised his neck and whimpered softly, his legs clamped around his waist.Draco pulled his trousers all the way down and dropped them on the floor, patting his hip as if prodding.

"Then we've got a lot—a lot of time."

The moon today is not as full as that day.It was missing a small piece, hidden by thick clouds and mist, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

They chose the cell next to Grindelwald to hold Harry.They tried to communicate with the old man during the second checkpoint before, and asked him to provide some help in their follow-up plan-such as guiding them how to deal with Voldemort after the soul exchange, and he agreed.

They stood in front of the prison door, Hermione lit the light with her wand, and Ron looked for the corresponding key against the light, but Draco took the keychain after he found it.

"I'll open the door," he said.

Harry looked down as he inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it slightly, and there was a crisp click inside.

Draco opened the door and turned to look at him.An unknown flame danced in his eyes.

"Go in," he said, "I'll always be here with you."

Harry gave him a deep look, and strode in.Draco didn't close the door right away, he held out his hand to him, "Give me your wand."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, but immediately realized that he took out his wand from his pocket and handed it to him.Draco took the wand, stuffed it into his pocket, and slammed the door shut, locking it swiftly.

Ron nodded to Hermione, who glanced at his watch and warned as he walked: "Okay, then I'll go to Gringotts first - you must send me the code as planned, and if something goes wrong, you must Apparate." Xing, do you understand?"

"Got it, Hermione!"

The girl left the top floor step by step, turning her head three times, and then there was a bang of apparition outside the door, and the surrounding fell into silence again.

Ron took out a few coins that conveyed the signal and placed them on the moonlit ground.Draco took off his coat and spread it on the ground, squatting down and sitting on the coat.

He looked at Harry who was slowly sitting against the wall, his gray-blue eyes met his emerald green eyes, and there seemed to be an infinite universe in his eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It seems a little weird...I can't feel the magic anymore." Harry replied honestly, "But I think soul swaps can still be done. I'll give it a try now."

Draco gestured back to Ron, who immediately turned the first coin at an angle.He turned his head and met Grindelwald's eyes in the dark. He seemed to find them very interesting, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"I didn't expect that you were imprisoning him." He said, "You told me that you were imprisoning a dark wizard."

"You can say that too." Draco looked at Harry, who had closed his eyes like a peaceful angel.For some reason he felt uneasy.

Harry walked in a blank darkness.He had had countless dreams, some of which were closely related to Voldemort.He had been inside his head, seeing the world through his eyes, and giving orders through his mouth.There had always been some kind of disconnected bond between them, a bond that they both used together to destroy the other, but he thought he would prove that Voldemort had made a wrong choice in forcibly binding them together.

Harry has been walking forward, the road seems to be very long, but maybe he is standing still, because there is no reference around him.He felt that his eyes had been blackened, but he also felt that this was just his imagination—he was obviously just walking in his own consciousness.

It's long, empty, endless, and it's as dark as the vast universe, but even in the universe there are oceans of stars... Harry began to flinch a little, he felt afraid, he didn't know if he was doing the right thing, he really Can you follow your own consciousness to the other party's brain?Voldemort could create an illusory world of consciousness to imprison him, but he couldn't... He could only enter his dreams in the most ordinary way.

Draco watched the face of the boy in prison for a moment.He has been frowning slightly since the beginning, as if he has encountered something that bothers him.His mood was affected by his every little movement. He unconsciously waved his arms, shook his legs, scratched the back of his head, and turned over and over again on the ground.He huddled into a ball, with a low cry, as if he felt the pain of suppression... Draco's heart was tightened all of a sudden.

He has already regretted it.

He shouldn't have let him do this, he thought.He should have stopped him firmly from the very beginning. If he refused to agree, Harry would definitely not go against his wishes, yes, no... Why is he always soft-hearted and always agree to his request, no matter how much it is crazy?Why did he lose his sense as soon as he met that person?

Draco's palms were sweating, and he stared nervously at the twitching man lying on the ground, his coat was covered in dust and his hair was disheveled and filthy.He stood up, walked quickly to the edge of the fence, and held on to the slender iron post tightly to look inside.Harry's body was trembling slightly, his hands were digging tightly on the ground, and a thick layer of mud was stained under his nails.

He opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils were scarlet.