[HP] End of Death

Harry felt as if he was floating on the surface of the sea.The sea was wide and the waves were choppy. His body completely relaxed with the waves, and all the tense nerves and muscles calmed down little by little, and were replaced by soft water.The silver-gray light shone on his skin, and he wanted to open his eyes, but the eyelids were extremely heavy.

Go to sleep, just go to sleep like this.Someone said to him, don't wake up, don't wake up...

Why?he asked suspiciously in his heart.The man didn't answer again.

Harry felt something was wrong, as if something was wrong and it wasn't supposed to be like this.He still has things to do, yes, he can't go on like this forever...

He began to try to open his eyes again, and there was a spasm-like pain in his brain.He raised his hand to press his forehead, the lightning-shaped scar suddenly ached, a strange anger occupied all his thoughts, and a picture flashed before his eyes——

Snape fell on the wet grass of the Forbidden Forest with his arms outstretched. Behind him, two figures ran away holding hands... He recognized them, they were Ron and Hermione...

Harry opened his eyes suddenly and sat up.

He shook his head and looked around.This is 12 Grimmauld Place, where Ron and Hermione live.The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and he couldn't tell what time it was and how long he had slept.Harry looked down, Draco was lying beside him, curled up in a ball.He seemed cold, and Harry pulled back the covers to wrap him up, but the movement made his left arm ache, and he realized there was a gash there.

Draco had woken up as he looked at his wound.He lifted the quilt and sat up, rubbed his eyes, and quickly held Harry's hand after seeing Harry's movements.

"Don't move around," he said, pushing him back on the bed. "Your injury is not healed yet."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"I accidentally disassociated when I was taking you to Apparate," he explained softly. "Sorry, Harry."

"It's okay... where's Ron and Hermione?"

Draco poured a cup of hot water from the table and handed it to him, Harry took it obediently.

"They have something to go out." He replied, "You stay here to recuperate well, and they will be back soon."

Harry took a sip of the hot water, and the scalding liquid flowed down his esophagus, warming his internal organs and lungs.He closed his eyes, raised his head to stare at him, and whispered, "You're lying."

Draco froze, but quickly returned to normal.

"I didn't, Harry."

"They are at Hogwarts, and the mysterious man is hunting them down." Harry said calmly, "I have seen the mysterious man's thoughts."

Draco was looking straight at him, and for a split second Harry thought he saw him make a contorted, angry expression, but it disappeared as if it had never been there.

"What did you see, Harry?" he asked gently.

"Well - I saw them in the Forbidden Forest, Snape died, Ron and Hermione escaped... You-Know-Who was angry, he was very angry..." Harry tried to remember, and Draco was already on his feet Get up.He ruffled his hair and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

"You're so nervous, Harry, you're hallucinating," he said. "Take a break."

"What?" Harry frowned, he felt that Draco's attitude was very strange, so he grabbed his hand, "I didn't have hallucinations, you know what's going on, I saw through the eyes of the mysterious man It's all over!"

"You just need to rest. There's no You-Know-Who, and no Snape. You're wrong, Harry. You're just too worried."

Draco's calm tone annoyed Harry so much, why couldn't he understand him?He clearly knew what he was talking about, and he clearly knew that he was not hallucinating at all!

Harry pushed Draco away and tried to get out of bed, but Draco suddenly grabbed his hands and pressed them against the bed.He lowered his head and pressed his lips and rubbed them hard, his knees gently rubbed against the inner thighs and slowly moved up.He pulled his hand around his waist - of course, Draco was careful to avoid his wound.

His soft kisses gradually soothed Harry's anger, and he responded by hugging his neck, fingers stroking his soft hair.Draco touched his body, his smooth back, thin waist and slightly trembling legs, and a superficial kiss fell on his shoulder.Harry gasped, rubbing against his cheek.

"You should shave your stubble, Harry." Draco raised his chin and touched it with his fingertips, mocking.

"I want you to take care of it." Harry pinched his face, he suddenly thought of something, and pushed him away.

"No, Draco, listen to me, Ron and the others are really in danger, and we have to help them," he said quickly, "I'm not hallucinating, you know! Between me and the mysterious man that connection-"

"I hate the connection between you and the mysterious man." Draco interrupted him suddenly, his tone a little offended.Harry froze for a second, pursed his lips, and took his hand flatteringly.

"I know, and I don't want it at all, Draco. But there's no way around it."

"So you're going to die again?" He glared at him. "It took me so long to get you back, Harry, don't let my efforts go to waste please?"

"I didn't say I was going to die, Draco." Harry reassured, "We have to help them, not die."

"I think I'm going to be driven mad by you sooner or later," he muttered, seemingly convinced.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted him with gentle words, Draco got up and said to help him get a clean suit.

"Your clothes are dirty, Harry," he said, closing the door behind him.

Harry actually wanted so badly to rush to Hogwarts to find Ron and Hermione right away, he didn't give a damn what he was wearing.His temples were throbbing all the time, and there was always a bad premonition in his heart.But he also understood Draco's feelings, and it was difficult for Draco to forgive him for being immersed in that escape plan.

Explain it to him when it's all over, Harry thought, and he'll understand then.Although I don't know if I can wait until then.

Harry sat up on the bed for a while, then got out of bed and walked over to the table.On the table were several thick golden fragments, which he recognized as fragments of a Hufflepuff cup.He put it back together in boredom, and the fragmented gold cup showed a decadent and dying aesthetic feeling under the dim light.Harry got up and opened the curtains. He wanted to open the window to get some air, but found that the window was locked with a restraining spell.

His heart suddenly turned cold.

Harry strode to the door, twisted the handle hard, and banged his body on the door panel, but he couldn't open it.He moved a chair over and slammed it hard on the door. The wooden door panel shook for a bit, but remained stuck there.Harry gritted his teeth and looked at the marks on the door, and then at his own wound. The action just now tore it apart again, and blood began to ooze again.

"Draco! Have you found your clothes?" he called, pausing, and calling again when he thought his voice wasn't loud enough.

There was silence all around, and no one answered.

Harry stood for a moment, a cold sweat forming on his back.He sat on the bed, propped his forehead with one hand, and reached for the wand in his pocket with the other, only to remember that he had given it to Draco when he was in Nurmengard.

Maybe he was too far away to hear, Harry thought lucky, but that doesn't explain why Draco locked the doors and windows, and put a restraining spell on it, as if to prevent him from escaping. of.

Harry waited for another twenty or ten minutes, but Draco still didn't come back.He knocked hard on the door and kept calling his name, but got no response.

His heart gradually cooled down, and the thought that had been suppressed by him finally broke free—maybe it was just a cover for Draco to get the clothes, and he pretended not to understand him.He locked the doors and windows and reinforced them with magic, just to not let him go to Hogwarts.

Harry kicked the door hard, but only his foot hurt.The intense anger almost swallowed him, he could hardly believe that Draco would do such a thing, he is simply a lunatic!

"Get me out, Draco! You crazy!" he yelled. "How could you—how could you keep me here!"

He slammed the door so deafeningly that the loud crash echoed throughout the room.But until his palms turned red and his arms became limp, Draco didn't respond to him.

"Listen, Draco, if you're still here - let me out, or I won't forgive you. If anything happens to them, I will never forgive you! I'll hate you forever! You hear me Forever!" He yelled to the end, crying, his throat hoarse and coughing.He took the unfinished glass of water and drank it down in one gulp, throwing the glass on the bed.

Harry felt hot all over. He forced himself to calm down, stared at the chair he had placed by the door for a while, picked it up, walked to the window, swung it hard, and slammed it against the glass.

card!

The glass shattered, splashed on the ground, and half of it flew out of the window.Harry pushed aside the shards of glass on the window sill, leaned on the window sill and looked down. This is the second floor, not too high, and there is a grassy area below for buffering.

Harry wiped the sweat off his brow, kicked the glass off the floor, and settled the chair down.He stood on the chair, his heart was beating fast, and the blood was hitting the eardrum loudly.

Bang!

The door was suddenly knocked open, and the blond boy strode in.With a pale face, he ran to the chair and violently pulled him down and held him tightly in his arms.Harry pulled out a hand and slapped him hard across the face, and he gasped and glared at him, almost biting his lip to bleed.

Draco was knocked sideways by him, light blond bangs flew up to cover half of one eye.He remained silent without questioning or making any excuses.

Harry took a deep breath, tried not to swear, and said in a cold voice, "Let go of me, Draco."

The opponent didn't move.Harry was about to explode, he pushed his shoulders with all his strength, but he was hugged so tightly, he couldn't even breathe, and he had spent too much time banging on the door just now, and it was already There was no extra effort to break free from him.

"I'm telling you, before I hit you—"

"Next time I'll reinforce the windows too."

Without saying a word, Harry punched him in the face.Draco didn't fight back, but he grabbed Harry's left hand to hold him, so Harry kicked him in the stomach.He pressed him hard to the ground, choking his throat with one hand, Draco's head was almost tilted up to the extreme, his blond hair was spread out on the ground like a bloom, a posture that allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

"Give me back my wand, Draco." Harry said coldly, tightening his grip on Draco's neck.

Draco's body moved slightly, his voice hoarse: "Let me go first."

Harry stared at him suspiciously for a moment, then slowly let go, but didn't get up from him.Draco sat up, pulled his coat from under him, and handed him Harry's holly wand from his pocket.

Harry took the wand and stuffed it into his pocket, got up and walked out the door without looking back.Draco stood up and followed him out of the room.Looking at his back, he slowly took out his wand from his pocket, raised it tremblingly and pointed it at his back.

"Passed out!"

Harry turned his head subconsciously when he heard the voice, and the next moment a red light hit his shoulder.There was a flash of shock in his eyes, but his body had to go limp and fell to the ground.

Draco walked up to him, squatted down, pulled out the Invisibility Cloak from his arms and spread it on him.He plucked a few hairs from his head, put them in the prepared glass jars, and put the lids on.

"Sorry." He whispered, planted a kiss on his forehead, pulled the cloak over his head, stood up and left.

Della Fiction apparated to Hogsmeade, using Disillusionment to avoid crowds and enter Hogwarts.He went straight down to the first floor, and was about to enter the basement classroom from the side corridor, when an all-too-familiar call stopped him:

"Draco!"

He froze in place for a few seconds, then slowly turned around, and Narcissa and Lucius were standing in front of him.

What's going on, did they see through his illusion technique?Draco subconsciously grabbed the corner of his shirt.

Both Narcissa and Lucius' robes were a little torn, and their hairstyles were disheveled.They looked far less arrogant and elegant than usual, the woman's eyes were reddish, as if she had cried, and the man also pursed his lips tightly, holding his silver cane with snake head.

Draco took a step forward, he subconsciously wanted to respond to them, but found that his parents' eyes didn't stay on him, but looked over his shoulder to the back.

"Draco, where are you?" Narcissa continued calling, and she also took a step forward, standing closer to him, "Are you here?"

Draco stood there for a while, his hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly.He gritted his teeth, finally turned his back and left resolutely.

He walked so fast that he almost ran by the end.He slammed open the door of the dungeon, turned on the lamp, and walked across the rows of desks to a large tank at the back without looking away.He uncorked the cork of the glass bottle, scooped up a full bottle and put it on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Draco lay prone on the table, staring blankly at the bottle of gray liquid in front of him.It was viscous, sticky, bubbling and bubbling, and gave off a faint aroma.He closed the lid, set it aside, and buried his head in his arms.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad, Mom... I'm sorry... Anyway, I'm already like this, I'm sorry..."

His back trembled, and he wept silently, and the tears seeped into his sleeves and soaked one piece.He knows he's shaken, and he's so easily shaken, he's so emotional, it makes him so vulnerable.

No, no, no, you can't do that.Don't do it, throw it away, go back to your parents, go back, go back... go back, Draco, this is the last chance to back off, go back... don't die.

Let's go back.Let's go back.The voice kept echoing in his ears, trying to confuse his mind.Let's go back.

He stood up suddenly, picked up the bottle of compound medicine, opened the bottle cap and poured it into his mouth forcefully.Bitter liquid rushed down the throat, like plaster stuck to the mucous membrane.He took a breath and stood there waiting for his body to change.

I am sorry.