[HP] End of Death

Not only Draco's parents, but almost all surviving Death Eaters received summons from the Wizengamot—in fact, most of them were taken away by the Aurors who came after Voldemort's death, and put in prison. a makeshift prison.

Earth-shaking changes have taken place within the Ministry of Magic.All the personnel placed by Voldemort were found out and imprisoned. All the senior personnel of the Ministry of Magic were reorganized, and Kingsley temporarily served as the Minister of Magic.As soon as he took office, he overturned all the regulations set by Thickness, released the locked-up Muggle-born wizards, and sent his staff to restore Hogwarts as a whole.

This is what Draco told him.He often runs to the Ministry of Magic these days, which is why he dresses so formally.

"...they asked me a lot of questions. Lots of details. About how you killed Voldemort, and about the Death Eaters...I only told them part of it, part of what I could," said Draco, He leaned on the sofa and waved to Harry, who came over and sat next to him. He put his arm around his shoulders, "Don't go out these days."

"Why?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you know, you're a big celebrity now, and I'm a big celebrity too, and we'll be watched when we go out." Draco said lightly.

"I'm used to being watched." Although he said so, Harry still acquiesced to his words.But he still found it a little strange, in fact he felt that Draco was too protective of him - he wouldn't let him go out, and he wouldn't take him with him to the Ministry of Magic, and Harry knew that the Ministry of Magic had asked him several times Harry tried to talk, but was stopped by Draco.

And Harry hadn't found any copies of the Daily Prophet at home, and he had to rely on Draco for all his sources.Even when he wanted to go out to meet Ron and Hermione one day, Dobby the house elf appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Harry Potter... Mr. Malfoy ordered Dobby not to let you out." Dobby's slender hands nervously rubbed the scarf wrapped around him.

"Why?" Harry frowned. "He has no right to keep me here!"

"Mr. Malfoy said that it's all for the good of Harry Potter... It's better for Mr. Harry Potter not to go out..." Dobby stared at him pitifully with his big eyes, which made him Harry couldn't even bear to blame.

"I just wanted to go out and meet my friends, Dobby. You know them, Hermione and Ron." He knelt down in front of him and explained patiently.

Dobby shook his head and nodded again: "Dobby knows, Dobby knows Harry Potter's friends, but for Harry Potter's safety, Dobby thinks it's better for Mr. to stay at home."

"For my safety? Why would I be in danger?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

Dobby covered his mouth all at once, turned around and was about to slam into the wall, but Harry grabbed his arm quickly and pulled him back.

"Don't punish yourself, Dobby! It's an order!" he yelled.The elf's body stopped moving, he panted, turned his head and looked at Harry with teary eyes: "Mr. Harry Potter is still so kind, but Dobby begs Mr. to stop thinking about going out, otherwise Dobby will will be punished."

"You won't be punished, Dobby. Draco won't punish you," Harry reassured.

"No, sir, he will. Mr. Harry Potter is a good man, and Dobby is willing to listen to him, but Dobby's original owner... Dobby..." Dobby trembled all over as he spoke, and wanted to go The pillar hit, and Harry held him back again.

"Listen to me, Dobby! Draco won't - I'll go and talk to him! Don't you be afraid!"

"Oh, Harry Potter is so kind, Dobby is forever grateful..." sobbed the elf, wiping his tears with his scarf, "but Dobby still hopes Mr. Harry Potter doesn't go out, Otherwise Dobby would have to punish himself..."

"Okay, I'm not going out, you calm down..." Harry let go of him and sighed.

That night, Harry and Draco cornered him in the study after dinner and asked him what the hell was going on.

"You promised me you wouldn't lock me in my room again, Draco." He stared into his gray-blue eyes. "Why would you do that?"

"Listen to me, Harry. The current situation is unstable, and there are still many Death Eaters at large. It is too dangerous for you to go out rashly." The boy immediately smiled and explained in a low voice.

"But you can't keep me here either—you can't keep me from meeting my friends!"

"I'll owl them to come here to meet you, don't worry." Draco tried to touch Harry's face, but he turned it away.

"You're hiding something from me, Draco. Tell me what it is." Harry asked, twitching his lips and staring at him.

"You're thinking too much, Harry."

"Oh, I'm not a fool. It's not the first time you've lied, I can tell."

"Harry..." Draco looked at him helplessly, but the latter still pursed his lower lip and refused to let go, "I'm really doing it for your own good."

"Ah, I suppose you'd say it was for my own good that you locked me up then." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Sometimes I really disagree with what you do."

"That won't happen now, I promise."

"Then you let me out." Harry thought of something again, and added, "By the way, Draco, you are not allowed to lose your temper with Dobby in the future!"

"Honey, I didn't—"

"And don't order him to do strange things, such as not letting me go out."

"Harry, this is nothing strange."

"And don't punish him, if you let me know—"

"I didn't punish him, really."

"Oh, I know what your family did to him before. He showed up at my aunt's when he was in second grade, and he was tortured enough by you," said Harry seriously.

"Harry, don't you think I'm more than a house-elf?"

"Don't interrupt! Listen, don't let Dobby stop me from going out. I can go wherever I want, or I'll move to Sirius."

"If you dare to move out, I'll tie you up and lock you in the room." Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously and took a step closer.

Harry's back was pressed against the panel of the study door, and he subconsciously grasped the handle.Draco put a hand to his ear, getting closer.

"I'm just saying... I mean, don't lock me here!" Harry was a little stern, the scent of cologne on Draco made him stupefied for a moment, and he leaned back against the door, "Draco Co, if you won't tell me what happened, I'll ask Ron and Hermione!"

"Actually, it's nothing, Harry. You really don't want to think too much—well, I'll let Ron and the others come over to accompany you tomorrow." Draco scratched his hair, and kissed Harry a little irritably, thinking Arguing mouth.

Harry met Ron and Hermione in the living room the next afternoon.Draco still went out early in the morning and didn't come back even at noon.

Harry entertained them in the living room.It was the first time for both of them to come to Malfoy Manor, and they dragged Harry around like a curious baby and asked all kinds of strange questions.Hermione was very interested in the framed plant specimens hanging on the living room wall, and she pointed out that several herbs among them had become extinct hundreds of years ago; Ron was curious about the one carved on the study door handle. Will the snake move, it's so lifelike.

"Its eyes glow at night—yellow light, and I was taken aback the first day I got here," said Harry, reaching out to touch the snake's head, "and if you want to go in, You just have to flip a switch here—right here on the tail, and when you flip it down, all the veins on the snake light up, like this."

As he said that, Harry poked the coiled snake tail down and demonstrated it to them.

"Oh, that's amazing!" Ron's eyes widened, and they followed Harry into the quiet study, "Is that where you all work?"

"It's Draco who works here...uh, I've been sleeping these days." Harry was a little embarrassed.The curtains of the study room were drawn tightly, and the warm orange light penetrated through the gaps in the thick curtains.The walls were covered with dark green velvet, and the floor was a blue Persian carpet with intricate patterns. According to Draco, it was originally a flying carpet, but it was laid here by his grandfather after the flying carpet ban was promulgated.

The black sandalwood table was placed by the window, on which were a stack of documents and a carved silver pen holder, in which were inserted more than a dozen precious quill pens of different styles.

Opposite the table is a large bookshelf filled with tomes in various languages.And there is a soft single bed next to the bookshelf, and the dark quilt on it is neatly folded.

"Oh, Harry, I don't think Draco slept here last night? I think the shape of the sheet looks like someone has slept on it recently." Hermione asked suddenly.

"Well... that's true."

"Why? Did you quarrel?"

"No, but—" Harry shrugged, not continuing.Ron looked puzzled, but Hermione figured it out.

"No way, Harry, are you still angry...?" she asked softly.

"Of course I'm going to be angry, you don't know, the first news I got when I woke up was how he felt when he died, I just——"

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, it's all over." Hermione quickly comforted, and she added in a low voice, "But I still feel sorry for Draco. To sleep in the study..."

"But this study also looks very comfortable." Ron commented, "I think you can let him sleep in here a little longer, buddy."

They went back to the drawing room and sat talking together, Ron telling stories about recent events at the Ministry - mostly funny things that Draco hadn't told Harry, Mr Weasley had told him.After a while, Dobby popped up quietly and brought them a fruit platter and milkshake cake.

"Oh, Dobby! Have you resigned from Hogwarts?" Hermione was a little surprised.

"Yes, Dobby is willing to serve Mr. Harry Potter!" Dobby said in his high-pitched voice, "Although there is no salary here, you can see Mr. Harry Potter every day... "

"I'll pay you, Dobby." Sensing Hermione's sharp eyes, Harry said hastily.

"By the way, how is Draco treating you?"

Dobby froze for a moment, then nodded: "Master Malfoy treated me very well, much better than before."

Harry noticed that the elf kept rubbing his hands and furrowing his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something, so he asked, "Dobby, what else do you want to say?"

Dobby glanced at him hesitantly, and stammered: "Dobby——Dobby has a question that he wants to ask, but he thinks it shouldn't be asked..."

"Ask, Dobby. What's the problem?" said Hermione gently.

"It's just...why did Mr. Harry Potter—why did he stay with Master Malfoy? Dobby remembered that Mr. Harry Potter hated Master Malfoy..." Dobby stammered, he Glancing at Harry again, seeing that he didn't interrupt him, he became bolder, "Dobby, Dobby thinks that Mr. Harry Potter is much greater than Master Malfoy! Harry Potter saved Us, save us from the shadow of the man whose name must not be mentioned... Dobby thought Mr. Harry Potter could not be with Master Malfoy!"

Harry thought it was a little funny at first, but gradually he couldn't laugh anymore.He crouched down in front of Dobby and gently pulled the scarf around his neck.

"No, Dobby, I'm not great, and I didn't do it alone. Maybe I did kill You-Know-Who, but I got help from many people, including Draco Malfoy .He has always been by my side to accompany me, encourage me, and help me through the darkest moments. If it weren't for him, I would never have escaped the torment of You-Know-Who, let alone defeated him."

"gentlemen……"

"I don't know what Draco did to you, and I'm not going to excuse him for it... but I'm sure he's not the same now. I hope - uh - you'll give him a chance, I promise he won't bully you like before. If it still happens, tell me and I'll beat him up." Harry said slowly, smiling encouragingly at him.

Dobby looked at him, his hands trembling, and big tears gradually welled up from the corners of his eyes: "Yes, I'm sorry, sir..."

"Ah, you don't have to apologize—"

"Mr. Harry Potter is so kind... so humble... Dobby is so proud of Harry Potter..." He cried and wiped his tears, which wet the scarf Harry had arranged .

"No, Dobby, you have to understand this one thing - this is not my victory alone, you know? This is everyone's victory, the result of everyone's efforts, not mine alone." Ha Li brought him a handkerchief and said softly.

Dobby took the handkerchief, blew his nose heavily, bowed deeply, and left with his tray.

They soon started a new small talk, Harry asked Ron how they were doing, and Hermione told him that her parents had returned from a trip abroad - she had given them some advice after deciding to go find a Horcrux with them. They cast memory modifying magic to make them forget her; and Percy and Mr. Weasley returned to work at the Ministry of Magic; the Weasley twins still run their joke shop in Diagon Alley Germond opened a chain of stores.

"We've been thinking about jobs lately. Mum and Dad want us to work for the Ministry of Magic, but—you know, I don't really want to. I mean, if I go to the Ministry of Magic, I'll have to homeschool NEWTs and take Exams... I think Fred and George are fine too..."

"Oh, Ron, I think your mother will go crazy if you give up NEWTs too." Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Well, I was just thinking about it." Ron seemed a little scared, "And I don't want to work with Percy, I can't stand his temper."

"By the way, Harry, hasn't Draco been at home lately?" Hermione thought of something and asked cautiously.

"He often goes to the Ministry of Magic and doesn't come back until night." Harry rubbed the back of his head. "He still didn't let me go out and told me it was dangerous outside. I just can't understand..."

Ron and Hermione looked at each other, and the latter said in a low voice, "Uh... Actually, Harry, I think he's doing the right thing. You'd better not go out in the near future."

"Why do you say that too?...What the hell happened?" Harry frowned.He looked at Ron and Hermione's hesitation, and he was even a little annoyed that they knew but didn't tell him, leaving him alone in the dark.

"It's really nothing," Ron said, avoiding Harry's eyes. "It's just that—well—Draco's parents are about to be tried by the Wizengamot, and there might be some trouble."

"What's the trouble?" Harry sat up straight.He knew that Draco might not only be interviewed when he went out every day, but also been busy with this matter.But he never mentioned it to him, and even when he asked, he just vaguely passed it by, saying that he should not worry.

"It's just...their identities are more sensitive, understand? It's the relationship between Draco and you. When you go out now, reporters may chase you and ask questions, which will be very troublesome." Ron explained, and read it after he finished speaking. Hermione glanced.

Harry was silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Draco doesn't discuss it with me at all. I try to help him, but I'm sleeping for a long time every day now, and when I wake up he's gone. We checked at St. Mungo's and the therapist said it might be It's the aftereffects of killing Voldemort, my soul has suffered some kind of damage, and I need to use sleep to recover myself... probably because of this, he doesn't let me care about anything." Harry became a little depressed as he said, Hermione and Ron comforted him repeatedly.Ron offered to let Harry live in a shabby house for a few days, but Harry politely refused, thinking that Draco would definitely explode if he knew.

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