[HP] End of Death

Draco and Ron stood together against the wall, clinging to Grindelwald's cell.They stared at the boy lying on the ground. He had been staring at the ceiling since he opened his eyes just now, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

He didn't say a word, and from time to time there was a roaring sound like a beast in his throat, and he moved his jaw stiffly.His gaze turned and moved to them standing in the corner.

Draco felt Ron leaning closer, trembling against his back.

"W-he succeeded, right? Isn't this Harry?" he asked in a low voice, putting a hand on Draco's shoulder, who held back from shaking him off.

"Have you signaled Granger yet?"

"Sent it...but..." Ron swallowed, and he saw "Harry" sit up, his eyes like knives.

"Harry" glanced around coldly, he touched his pocket, and then made a few strange gestures - Draco guessed that he might want to use wandless magic, but obviously failed, because his expression It became hideous, like a ruined oil painting.

He began to shake the thin fence, tightening his fingers around the thin iron pillar one by one.The fence, which looked extremely fragile, was as motionless as a mountain at this time, and the silver-blue light of alchemy faintly shone under his shaking.

"It's useless. If I could escape like this, I would have escaped a long time ago." A hoarse voice sounded, "Harry" turned his head to look at Grindelwald, perhaps noticing his embarrassment, his blood red A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"Just because you can't escape doesn't mean I can't either, old man." He sneered, grabbing the fence tightly, "You think you can trap me like this?"

"This is the prison I built, of course I know best." Grindelwald was indifferent, "I knew you would come here one day, but I didn't expect it to be in this form."

"You want to scare me?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "This is really stupid..." He turned his head to look at Draco and Ron, with a cruel smile on his lips, "And you, wait Once I go out, you will know what it means to live worse than death... Potter, who is overconfident..."

He didn't try to go out again, but closed his eyes.Draco suddenly had a very strange feeling, he felt that someone was pulling his heart, more precisely the soul inside the heart... It was a slight call, a trace of warm, trembling power, It was completely different from what he had felt when he was intimate with Harry.Stronger and more urgent.

He also closed his eyes and fell into the darkness.

A slender road stretched out in the darkness, and when he got closer, he realized that it was a faint light.He ran forward chasing the light, and at the end of the light there was an invisible shadow.His sight was shaking, shaking into pieces, but the light became weaker and weaker, shortening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until he ran to the end of the light that he realized that there were two entangled figures. Harry was clinging to Voldemort, who was clutching his neck tightly. His face was flushed from lack of oxygen, and his eyes were blurred.

Draco's eyes were about to burst, he rushed to break Voldemort's hand with all his might, but was quickly thrown aside by the man, and fell heavily to the ground, his whole body was burning with pain.

He propped up his upper body and opened his painful eyes. He saw Harry being pinned to the ground, his legs kicking feebly, but the movements became smaller and smaller.Draco frantically ran over again, this time he grabbed the man by the waist and dragged him back hard. Voldemort shook his body and tried to throw him off. He kicked his leg backwards and kicked him hard. On Draco's knees and calves, the boy gritted his teeth and endured the pain, holding on tightly.

Voldemort had to free one hand to push him, and his sharp nails scratched his cheek.Draco seemed to smell blood, and his brain was swollen with pain, like an inflated balloon, and the man smashed the thin skin of the balloon with his elbow...

A hand grabbed his forearm and pulled him out, someone shouted "Draco" in his ear, he opened his eyes, let go of his hand involuntarily, and was led back by that person.

"Remember, Potter, Malfoy!" came Voldemort's frantic voice behind him, and he was chasing after them.In this conscious world where magic cannot be used, they are all equal, and no one can kill people in the air.

Draco looked at the boy next to him, who was pulling him forward tightly, and there was a red mark around his neck that had been pinched.Sensing his gaze, Harry looked up at him and said out of breath, "Go back, Draco, don't sink into consciousness! Go back—"

The boy let go of his grip, and turned to face Voldemort, who was approaching quickly.He felt that his voice was hoarse, his throat was stiff, his mouth was blocked, and he couldn't make any sound.He wanted to pounce on him and take him away, but the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and the ink-splashed darkness swirled and gradually faded away. He covered his eyes with his hands, but he actually touched his eyelids.He opened his eyes and found that he had been lying on the ground at some point, and Ron was calling his name in panic.

"Malfoy, Malfoy! Are you okay?" Ron shook his shoulders, and Draco pressed his forehead, pushed his hands away and sat up.

He shook his hair, patted the dust on his body, and strode to the prison door regardless of Ron's dissuasion.He stared at the boy sitting on the ground, who also opened his eyes, red as the setting sun.

"What did you do to Harry?" He frowned, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Voldemort looked at him coldly, and said in a low voice, "Who gave you the guts to question me, Draco?"

"You just don't dare to admit that you failed." Draco didn't know when he had the courage to speak to Voldemort like this. He felt hot all over and wanted to vomit, "You were defeated by us, you feel ashamed, Is it right?"

"Obviously you think it's something you'd be proud of to take advantage of, boy." Voldemort laughed, and Draco didn't know why he was able to make Harry's voice so sharp.

"So what about Harry? He beat you, didn't he?"

"he died."

"You're lying." After a few seconds of silence, Draco retorted loudly, "He's not dead, and if he were dead you wouldn't be here."

"This is just your guesswork. He's dead, and you'll know soon enough," said Voldemort softly.He ignored Draco and closed his eyes. Draco was still staring at him, but found that his expression became extremely distorted the next moment.

"No, what are you doing? How dare you—you—" he growled, grabbing the fence, and Draco took a step back in terror, wondering what the hell he'd seen.

Maybe Harry had gotten the Cup and given it to Hermione... Voldemort was lying to him, Harry wasn't dead.His mood suddenly brightened, and the eyes that looked at Voldemort became complacent.

Voldemort stood up suddenly, looking straight at Draco.Those red eyes seemed to be melting, the dark pupils turned into pools of blood and swirled into the center, and green light slowly flashed on the edge of the eyeballs, like the aurora bright behind the mountain.

Draco bit his lip.He stretched out one hand and grabbed the iron pillar, holding it tightly, as if he would fall if he let go.He wanted to reach in and touch the boy's shoulder, but he couldn't move his arm for some reason... All sounds disappeared, only the watchman from the darkness still flickered.

Harry's eyes finally turned back to full emerald green, clean and bright as spring water.He shook his head, slipped and fell down.

"Harry!" Draco subconsciously wanted to rush up, but bumped his head against the fence.He turned to look at Ron, and the boy reacted immediately, rushing up with the keychain.Trembling, he searched for the corresponding key under the moonlight, and Draco couldn't wait, so he grabbed it and started looking for it himself.

He finally found the small key, tremblingly inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it hard.But what he didn't expect happened—the key couldn't be turned at all, Draco pulled it out and tried again, but it still didn't work.

"what happened?!"

Ron took the key from his hand and tried, but it didn't work. The lock on the cell door seemed to be frozen suddenly and couldn't be turned.Draco stared at the lock, and he suddenly turned around and walked up to Grindelwald, asking, "What's going on? Why can't the cell door suddenly be opened?"

The old man looked at him calmly. He glanced at Harry lying in the cell, and replied, "You told me that you were imprisoning a dark wizard."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Of course, there was no problem at first. But once people are locked in this prison, it cannot be opened."

"--What did you say?!" Draco was dizzy for a moment, he almost punched a hole in Grindelwald, but the old man still looked outside, "Why didn't you tell us! "

"It's not impossible to open it at all, but it requires a very strong soul power... very powerful, and it is definitely not something you can achieve."

"So can you open it?" Draco asked as if waking up.

"Of course I can, but you need a key to open it. I can't reach the lock."

Draco's eyes went out again, and when he turned his head, Ron stared at him, eyes bloodshot.

"That is to say, you deceived us?" He suddenly shouted, "You told us that it can be opened!"

"It's you who want to use this prison, I didn't force you to do so." Grindelwald sneered, "When I designed it, I only intended for myself to open it."

"But you could have reminded us—"

"Forget it, Ron, it's too late." Draco said suddenly.He walked to the cell and squatted down, reaching out to touch the boy's arm, "It's useless to say anything."

Ron was dumb, and looked at the boy on the ground divided by vertical stripes with red eyes.He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes vigorously, but there were more and more tears, and he couldn't help feeling a little thankful that no one was paying attention to him at this time.

How can I do?His mind was in a mess, Harry was in prison, maybe he would never get out... no, no, he couldn't take it, absolutely couldn't take it... Ron hung his head, tears fell into the sand.He saw the coins he put on the ground, one of which changed slightly in shape, which meant that Hermione had returned to Black's ancestral house with the gold cup.She was there waiting for them, full of joy, but how was he going to tell her what had happened?How could he tell her that Harry was locked in and couldn't get out?Ron pulled his hair in distress, almost scratching his scalp.

No, he shouldn't think so... Hermione will find out sooner or later, he should call her over, maybe she can figure out a way... Yes, Hermione is so smart, she can definitely find a way... Ron from the ground Picked up a golden coin, it was used to announce an emergency, and once one party used it, the other party had to apparate to the side unconditionally.

He held it in his hand, and was about to press it down hard, when there was a sudden rush of wind outside, and then it crowded the door open, and the big moonlight was facing the open door.It was cold, dark and hollow.

He shivered for some reason.