[HP] End of Death

Draco didn't look up.He heard Ron's imperceptible sobs, the weird wind noise, and the series of explosions that followed.Ron huddled and hid in the corner, Draco was still looking at the boy in the prison, his side face was so calm, with a black river flowing.

What would he do if he was going to be stuck here forever?He couldn't bear to live without him, and he couldn't watch his lover go to jail.He was willing to go through fire and water for him, willing to bear all the disasters for him, but at this moment he realized that he could do nothing.

There was nothing he could do about his disaster, he could only watch him die, he couldn't even stop it - yes, he couldn't.No one can change his will, he is always so single-minded, leaving him behind.

He wanted to yell at him, was it worth losing half his life for a horcrux?Why not think about it? !Why—why not think about him, how much he would suffer without him? ……why not.

Draco lowered his head, slowly buried his face in the palm of his hand, and laughed softly.

What was he thinking while doing these things? ... All he knew was that he absolutely didn't think about him.

"...Really ruthless. Ruthless and stupid... who can stand you?" He murmured, the voice could not be said to be crying or laughing, "Impulsive, stubborn, heroic, don't let me fall in love with a Gryffindor again in the next life Yeah, I've really had enough."

The movement outside became louder and louder, as if a hurricane had blown all the trees down, or as if a giant was beating the ground heavily with a hammer, the whole tower shook, and stone chips fell from the top of the head.Draco took a step forward, pressing his forehead against the fence, his hand reaching forward through the gap in the fence to touch the boy's shoulder.

"Wake up, Harry," he said, "wake up..."

"Wake up quickly...

"Please, just take a look at me...don't do that, really.

"Harry..."

His lips trembled slightly, before pursing into a straight line again.He closed his eyes, and tears silently slid down from the corners of his eyes, drawing two grooves on his dusty face.

There was a black void in front of his eyes, and the touch of tears rolling down his eyelashes was exceptionally clear.He was walking in consciousness, he wanted to feel the light that had been there, but there wasn't, Harry didn't need his help.

He called his name, over and over, incessantly, hoping to wake him up and open his eyes.

"Harry... Harry... Harry...

"Harry...Harry! Harry Potter!

"Harry Potter!"

He roared, piercing his heart, his voice sank into the breathless darkness, as if being swallowed.No response.

Tears gradually blurred his vision, he knelt down and burst into tears.

"Don't leave me, please, don't leave me alone—please, savior of all—" he sobbed, shrugging his shoulders, distraught, "but all I want is my Harry Potter."

There were only his desperate cries and hisses in the darkness, Draco felt as if he had returned to his childhood, when he traveled to the Alps in Northern Europe with his parents, he was wearing a thick down jacket, knitted hat and dragon skin Gloves, scarf wrapped, white breath from the mouth.The vast snowfield stretches in front of you, endless.He looked at the silhouette of the pitted blue snow on the snow, the low bushes covered with snow in the distance, the cedar, the light gray grass growing on the rock wall, and the sharp-edged black mountain rocks, the pure white The ice-blue shadows like watercolor water stains falling on the snow-capped mountains.

So far away, so calm, like a huge mirror reflecting in the world, projecting a fairyland from heaven.

But when he looked back, his father and mother were gone, only the cold wind was blowing on his stiff cheeks, and the desert gushing across the entire White Sea.He shouted and cried to them in the emptiness, but no one responded to him. This isolated piece of ice and snow seemed to have lost all human life, leaving him alone.

He squatted down sobbing, he hated this endless thing, he was afraid of being left behind, and he vowed to hold their hands tightly.

Draco stood up, and he slowly raised his hand in the air.There were still tears on his eyelashes.

"Harry Potter," he said, "...I need you."

A dead silence.

Then, a light fell on his palm.

He shuddered and looked up.There was a cloud of black mist, and a familiar boy was floating in the mist. Rows of black fences imprisoned him and divided him into countless pieces.

The light unites the two of them, and he is the only holy flame in the darkness.

He raised his hand and yelled at him, "Grab my hand!"

"Take my hand, Harry!"

"Harry! Harry! Harry—Harry—"

There was an echo in the darkness.

Ron huddled in the corner, staring at the wobbly door in horror.He felt it would be down in 5 minutes, no, 3 minutes, or less.A violent shaking made him almost fall to the ground. He supported the wall and stood up, only to find that the wall seemed to be disintegrating, and the stone bricks leaked through his fingers like quicksand.He saw the night sky and a corner of the black robe through the broken gap.

He covered his mouth, and quickly ran to Draco's shoulders, shaking his shoulders: "Go, go! He's coming!—he's going to destroy this tower!"

Draco didn't respond though, he seemed unconscious, bouncing back and forth as he shook.

Ron looked back at the door. It was almost unable to support it. A storm blew up in the night sky and completely covered the moonlight, and the tower fell into complete darkness.The sound of the beast-like wind was mixed with the sound of life-threatening footsteps, and the god of death approached slowly with a scythe in his hand. He was not in a hurry, and wanted to take everyone's lives away.

He took one last look at Harry, gritted his teeth and hugged Draco's waist, and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Before he could Disapparate, the door fell head-on, weighing heavily on the cluttered ground.Then he heard the sound of breaking glass or ice, one after another, moving like waves, accumulating to cause a tsunami.

The prison that imprisoned Harry suddenly collapsed, and the sides of those extremely strong fences shone with the clear light of the moon and the silver light of alchemy, and it was only for a moment, and it was torn apart.

The boy who was being held by him opened his eyes, he broke free from his hand, almost crawled to Harry's side, and pulled him into his arms.He pushed away the steel fragments that were pressing on him, but the sand and stones pouring down from his head covered them all, the stone wall in front of him suddenly shattered and fell from a height of tens of meters, and there was a muffled sound from the ground. The sound is toothache.

"Go, Draco!" Ron yelled. "Here he comes...he comes!"

The sky was dim and the ground was dark, and the stormy wind wrapped the lonely tower with sand and stones, so that the moonlight could not penetrate, and the wailing could not be heard.

Grindelwald looked at the three boys who seemed to be rolling in the mud. They apparated in a panic and disappeared in place with a bang.

Voldemort's magic might have uprooted the old tower, but he could not destroy it.All the cages are completely tangled together with ancient alchemy, and a single break does not have much impact on the whole.He looked at the dark clouds from which he had once longed to escape, in the small hope that someone would come here to take a look at him.

But maybe that person has already forgotten him.

A tall figure floated into the broken room, he lowered his head and looked around, his cold eyes swept over the ruined prison and the destroyed cell.

There was an expression of extreme anger on his face.

He raised his hand, and the pale fingers held the same pale wand, and green light gushed out from the tip of the wand as he chanted, burning Grindelwald's cell:

"Avada Kedavra!"