[HP] End of Death

night.The moonlight poured down on the sparse woods, and bright white sword shadows fell on the ground, the mist swayed, and the low chirping of insects was like a prelude.

He stood in the damp woods, with a dry grave in front of him.His vision was shaking, as if rainwater was sticking to his eyelashes, blurry and painful.

He saw a shapeless man in black tied to a tomb, with thick iron chains running through his limbs and nailing him to the tombstone.The iron chain was soaked in blood, and the mottled blood stains were like moldy plaques.He hangs his head, his brown hair is extremely messy because he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, and there are shocking scars on his open hands.

He looked at him from afar, and slowly approached him with his feet, one step after another, his heart was trembling violently, as if he was afraid of an obvious truth.He gently stretched out his hand to brush the man's hair, but hesitated again.

why not?What are you hesitating about?

He stared at the man who was close at hand, he was indifferent to his approach, as if he had died, and there was no room for redemption.

His hand paused and finally dropped.

Suddenly, the man suddenly raised his head, and the pair of bloodshot eyes on his pale face stared straight at him, flashing the despair and joy of a dying person.His cracked lips moved, and his voice was hoarse as if it hadn't been moistened by water for several years:

"You, know what to do, don't you...?"

The low hoarse words were like a curse, the sky suddenly thundered, and a white light flashed, making his face even paler with blood loss.

And Harry finally read the writing on the tombstone——

Tom Riddle.

He opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, and it took a long time to calm down.The people around him seemed to have sensed something, turned over and hugged him, and asked in a daze, "What's the matter?" Harry didn't want to disturb him, so he replied vaguely, "It's nothing."

Draco rubbed his eyes, lowered his eyelashes and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Harry didn't expect that he still found out, so he stopped hiding it and agreed.

"Is it scary?"

"It's not..." Harry recalled that person's bleak face, broken body, and the lightning that pierced through the sky, and couldn't help muttering, "...it's kind of scary."

Draco ruffled his hair, propped up his upper body, pajamas rustled against the quilt.He leaned forward to kiss him, pressing his soft lips, and Harry tilted his head slightly, wrapping his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

Draco pressed him down while kissing, and lifted his nightgown with his hands to slowly explore upwards along the waistline. When his fingertips touched two points on his chest, the boy's body trembled, and he stretched out his hand to push Give him a hand: "Hey, where do you put your hands?"

"Don't talk..." Draco put his hand on his side, lifted the nightgown completely, his lips gradually lowered, and his fingers lingered all over his body, leaving deep marks one after another.Harry felt hot all over from his caress, and couldn't help moaning softly, but when he remembered that he was in the dormitory, he forced himself to hold back.

He took off his pajama pants, and reached between his slender legs to comfort him.Breathing heavily, Harry turned his face to avoid Draco's fiery gaze, but he stopped him.He squeezed his chin to let him open his mouth, kissed his lips vigorously, rolled up his tongue to lick and suck, the movements in his hands never stopped, but increased the force.

They tossed and tossed for two hours before barely stopping, Harry curled up in Draco's arms with the quilt, a thin blush remained on his cheeks.Draco stared silently at the side of his face, running his fingertips across the hair beside his ear.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his brain, subconsciously covered his head with his hands, and an imperceptible red light flashed in his slightly closed eyes.

The brain was getting more and more painful, and it was covered with ice. When Draco finally opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping boy, there was no tenderness on his face.

"Potter..." Pale fingers slowly stroked his fragile neck, and he rubbed gently, but suddenly tightened the next moment.

The boy frowned, his cheeks gradually flushed red, he struggled, wanted to cough but couldn't move because his throat was compressed, his face showed pain.

Harry kicked his legs vigorously, but the movement became smaller and smaller, and he lost his strength.Draco looked at him coldly for a moment, then let go of him abruptly, and Harry curled up into a ball as soon as he was released from the restraints, his body trembling, and he hugged the quilt tightly as if grasping at a straw.He coughed violently, as if he was trying to cough up all the blood, and physiological tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, which wet the quilt.

Draco listened quietly to his intermittent coughing, the coldness in his eyes gradually sank, turning into a piece of stagnant water without ripples.He reached out and pulled Harry into his arms, turning him to face him, patting him on the back to comfort him.

The boy finally stopped coughing, he raised his head and opened his eyes slightly, saw that it was him, and retracted into his arms with peace of mind.

When he got up the next day, everything was as usual. After Harry quietly dressed and put on the Invisibility Cloak, he sneaked back to the Gryffindor Tower.

They had herbal medicine in the morning and Care of Fantastic Beasts in the afternoon, and Hagrid had brought a case of Nifflers—a little furry, long-nosed, black creature that really liked shiny things.

"Sniffers are very useful little treasure detectors, and today we can have a good time with them." Hagrid said happily.

So they started a game of snuffing to find gold coins. Everyone had a great time. Harry could see that Ron liked sniffing very much. His sniffing won No.1. A request was made to keep a Niffler for him, but Hagrid didn't agree.

However, Draco didn't seem to have a good impression of Niffler. After class, he frowned and looked at the tooth marks on his wrist bitten by it. He took out the watch that was almost bitten by Niffler from his pocket and put it on again.

"It would be a disaster if you lost a Niffler at Malfoy Manor, Malfoy," Harry teased.

"Don't be complacent, Potter." Draco snorted.

After Easter, their homework piled up with the summer term.Usually at this time Harry had to work hard to prepare for Quidditch training, but this semester he had to prepare for the last event of the Triwizard Tournament, but he didn't know what he needed to do yet.

Finally, in the last week of May, Professor McGonagall kept him after Transfiguration.

"Potter, you go down to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Professor McGonagall said to him, "Mr. Bagman is going to tell the warriors what the third item is there."

So that night, after Harry separated from Ron and Hermione in the Gryffindor Tower, he went downstairs alone to the foyer, where Draco was already waiting.

"You're too late, Potter." As Harry approached, Draco put an arm on Harry's shoulder, and the two of them walked down the stone steps together, melting into the night with thick clouds and billowing clouds.

"Malfoy, what do you think it will be?" Harry asked.

"Well, do you want me to give you a clue in advance?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"...Forget it then." Harry suddenly felt that he shouldn't ask this question.They walked down the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and entered through a gap in the stands.

They immediately found that the field was different—it was no longer smooth and flat, and it seemed that someone had built countless long low walls here, which were intricate and twisted and stretched in all directions.

"Ah, the fence!" said Harry, looking down curiously at the nearest fence.

"Hello!" A cheerful voice sounded in the distance.

They looked up to see Mr. Bagman walking towards them with Krum and Fleur.Harry and Draco straddled the walls towards them and Fleur gave them a big smile as they approached, her attitude towards them since the last time they rescued her sister from the lake It got better.