[HP] End of Death

"Get rid of those who are in the way." A high-pitched and sharp voice sounded in his ears, followed by a swishing sound, and a green light stung his eyelids——

"Avada Kedavra!"

Draco's field of vision was enveloped in green light, he rolled to the right almost reflexively, the Grim Reaper brushed past his shoulder, followed by an explosion of broken rocks.

He gasped, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"You—who are you? Why did you kill me?"

The man ignored him and began to chant the mantra again: "Awada——"

"I'm Draco Malfoy! I'm Lucius Malfoy's son! You can't kill me—" The boy's voice was full of panic, and he seemed to want to increase his courage by this, but the trembling The coda revealed the fear in him, he couldn't even hold his wand steady.

Hearing this sentence, the man paused, and the cold voice spoke again, with a playful tone: "Malfoy?"

"Yes... yes, I'm Malfoy, if you kill me, my father won't let you go..." Draco heaved a sigh of relief, he felt more confident.

"I want to see what Lucius dares to do." The man sneered, his voice darkened, "Knock him unconscious and tie him up."

Before Draco could react, a red light hit his body, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, there were already many people around him.They were all wearing hoods and covering their faces, surrounded by a tall man, and the tall man - Draco couldn't believe his eyes, he had never seen a person look like this, his His skin was frighteningly pale, his fingers looked like giant pale spiders, and his eyes were bright red, with two slits in his pupils, like the eyes of a snake.

Draco didn't dare to vent his anger. He wanted to find Harry's figure, but found him tied to a tombstone, his eyes slightly squinted.And beside him, there was a small man with a broken arm, curled up sobbing, and Draco recognized him as the one who had cast the spell on him earlier.

He turned his head, and the tall man spoke, his voice was calm: "Welcome, Death Eaters. Thirteen years... It's been thirteen years since we last met. But you still answer my call like yesterday ...I mean, we're still united under the Dark Mark! Are we?"

The cold words hit Draco's brain, and he stared blankly at the man, almost unable to believe what he heard.

Death Eaters... the Dark Mark... what the hell was he talking about?It was impossible... impossible... his father had told him that the Dark Lord was dead!Impossible... He turned to look at Harry again, and the boy felt his gaze, and they stared at each other in silence for a moment, before turning away when Voldemort resumed speaking.

"I smell guilt," he said. "There's a stink of guilt in the air."

The group of people shivered, and they seemed to want to back away, but they didn't dare to move.

"I see you, all healthy and as good as ever - arrived so quickly! - I ask myself...why haven't these wizards come to help their masters and those they swore eternal allegiance to?"

No one spoke, and no one dared to move.Only the man wept holding his bleeding arm.

"I answered myself," said Voldemort softly, "that they must have believed me, thought I was finished. They slipped back among my enemies and said they were innocent, ignorant, bewitched..."

Draco listened to his slow, low, merciless words, and his heart grew colder and colder. Fear gripped his feet like a ghost's hand, and half of his body became stiff and cold.

It occurred to him that the group of people trembling around Voldemort were Death Eaters... Then, could his father be there?Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle.

Suddenly, one of the people in the circle fell to the ground, prostrate at Voldemort's feet, trembling from head to toe.

"Master!" the man screamed, "Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

Voldemort sneered, his laughter was so terrifying, without a trace of pity or humanity, it was like cold sea water pouring down from his head.He raised his wand:

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

The man fell to the ground and screamed in pain, he writhed and struggled, and Draco could hardly imagine what kind of pain it was that made him make such a terrible sound.He felt that he was completely numb, like a non-resistance after the end of despair.

"Get up, Avery," said Voldemort softly, "get up. You beg me to forgive? I will not forgive. I will not forget. Thirteen long years... I want you to pay off your debts for thirteen years. Then Will forgive you. Wormtail has paid some debts, hasn't he, Wormtail?"

He watched as the man waved his wand, conjuring a light as bright as moonlight, attaching the arm to the man curled up on the ground.The little man thanked excitedly, expressed his loyalty, and joined the circle.

Then Voldemort walked up to the man on Wormtail's right, stopped, and said in a low voice: "Lucius, my cunning friend, I have heard that you have not given up on your past deeds, despite all your pretense to the world. A sanctimonious face. I'm sure you're still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles? But you've never looked for it, Lucius... your behavior at the Quidditch World Cup was interesting though... but if you put your energy into finding Wouldn't it be better to be above the master who helps you?"

Father……?Did his father really come too... Lucius is a Death Eater, Draco has always known it, but this is different from intuitively feeling all this. Incomparably weak, it seems that he can be destroyed at any time, as long as he says a word...

No, don't...don't touch him!Don't touch my father!He wanted to scream, to growl, but his throat seemed to be choked and he couldn't make a sound.

Draco didn't need to look to know how pale his face was, and now Lucius hasn't found him, what would he do if he saw him...?

"Master, I have been very careful," Lucius' familiar voice came from under the hood, "As long as there is any signal from you, as long as there are any rumors about your whereabouts, I will rush to you immediately, no matter what Can't stop me—"

"But last summer when a loyal Death Eater launched my mark into the air, you escaped," said Voldemort lazily—and Lucius snapped shut, "Yeah, I knew all about that." , Lucius...you have disappointed me...I hope you will serve me more faithfully in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course...you are generous, thank you..."

Voldemort didn't answer, he glanced back, and Draco was horrified to find his gaze fixed on himself.Then he turned his head and said slowly, "I have to mention, Lucius...you have to discipline your son well."

"What...?" The man raised his head, his eyes crossed Voldemort's shoulders, met Draco's gray eyes, his body trembled imperceptibly, "Draco...? Why are you here—Master, what's going on here?"

"You have to ask your precious son, why did he appear here with Harry Potter at the same time...I have to warn you, I will not be merciful, if I find out that I have betrayed, I will not show mercy..." Voldemort's voice was getting lower and lower.

Draco and Lucius looked at each other, he thought that his terrified expression must have frightened his father, Lucius turned his face stiffly, and begged in a low voice: "I will, master... I will return as soon as I get back." Discipline him well. He is just a child, he doesn't understand anything...Master, please let him go..."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Yes, I hope he can be a little more sensible, Lucius."

"Yes... yes, thank you very much, master..."