[HP] End of Death

He dragged his black robe around, and then returned to the middle of the circle - where Harry and Draco were staying. He didn't look at Draco, but walked up to Harry: "Today I I had a special guest, yes...Harry Potter at my regeneration party."

There was silence all around.Then Draco saw his father take a step forward and whispered, "Master, we long to know... I beg you to tell us... how you managed this... this miracle, to come back to us... ..."

"Ah, it's a long story, Lucius," said Voldemort casually. "This story begins—and ends—with my little friend."

His red eyes kept staring at Harry, and the boy seemed to be frowning in pain.

"You all know that on the night I lost my magic and my body, I wanted to kill him. His mother died to save him - inadvertently gave him a kind of protection, which I admit I didn't expect ...I can't touch that boy."

Voldemort held out a long, pale finger to Harry's cheek.

"His mother left marks of sacrifice on him... It's an ancient magic. I should have remembered it, but I foolishly ignored it... But it's okay, I can touch him now."

The slender fingers touched Harry's skin, and at that moment Draco saw his expression wrinkle into a ball, as if the pain was unbearable, and it even made his heart ache.

Don't touch him...please don't touch him...don't touch him...!

As if hearing his heart, Voldemort chuckled in Harry's ear, moved his fingers, and continued to speak to the Death Eaters.

However, Draco could no longer hear what he was saying, his brain was in a mess, terror, cold, panic, and helplessness wrapped him up, he seemed to have fallen into a frost hell, and everyone's faces turned pale .

Voldemort's sharp and cold voice tormented him, and he couldn't help but look at Harry. At this moment, only the boy could make him feel a little warmth.He saw the garnet and onyx necklace dangling from his neck, a gift from him...

At this moment, he felt a cold gaze secretly watching him.He turned his head to see Lucius watching him from under the hood.Draco shuddered.

How did he forget...how did he ignore it.This is not a free Hogwarts, but Voldemort's territory... He and Harry's position is not two students of the same level, but the son of the Death Eater and the sworn enemy of the Dark Lord.

He couldn't stare at him unscrupulously, couldn't exchange eyes with him...he couldn't even show a hint of concern for him.

"...that cup has been exchanged for a Portkey by my Death Eaters, and it will bring him here, away from Dumbledore's help and protection, into my hands. Here he is...you all This boy who I thought was my nemesis..."

Voldemort walked forward slowly, but he stopped suddenly, turned to face Harry, and raised his wand: "Crucio!"

Draco watched in horror as a red light flashed, and the boy jerked like the man before him, unable to scream because of the cloth gag in his mouth.He struggled feebly, hanging limply on the tombstone, panting heavily.

He wanted to say no loudly, he wanted to run over and hold him in his arms and keep him away from all this, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't say a word.In the end, he could only look at him from a distance amidst the laughter of the Death Eaters, powerless.

"I think you've seen how foolish it is to think that this boy is better than me," said Voldemort slowly, waiting for the laughter to die down, "but I want to clear the misunderstanding from everyone's minds. It was a fluke that I escaped. Now I will kill him to prove my strength, here and now, in front of you, there is no Dumbledore here to protect him, and there is no mother to do it for him I will give him a chance, and he can fight me, so that you will not doubt who is stronger. You wait a moment, Nagini." He said softly, and the big snake swam from the grass to where the Death Eaters stood. The place.

"Put him down, Wormtail. Give him back his wand."

No...no...don't!Don't kill him, don't!Draco watched helplessly as Wormtail pulled the rag out of Harry's mouth and cut the ropes that bound him.

Harry was standing in the overgrown cemetery, surrounded by Death Eaters, blocking every possible escape route from him.Wormtail took Harry's wand back from outside the circle, shoved it to him roughly, and returned to the circle.

"Have you learned to duel, Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked softly, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness.

The boy didn't answer, he just looked at Voldemort, clutching his wand.Draco suddenly felt that it took all his courage just to stand there.

"Let us bow to each other, Harry," Voldemort bowed, but his snake-like face was always looking at Harry, "come on, etiquette always follows... Dumbledore must expect you to behave yourself ... bow down to death, Harry..."

The Death Eaters laughed again, and Voldemort cracked a mean smile.And Harry didn't bend down.

"I said, bow—" Voldemort was obviously annoyed by the boy's stubbornness, and he raised his wand——Harry's back seemed to be pressed down forcefully by a force, and he bent down abruptly.The Death Eaters laughed louder.

"Very well, now you look at me like a man...with your head held high, as your father died...and now—we duel."

It was almost just Voldemort's unilateral sentence, and Harry hadn't even had time to raise his wand -- he hadn't even moved -- before Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse hit him.

The boy screamed, screamed, and clutched his head so tightly that he nearly tore his hair out.Draco's lips were about to bite and bleed, these lunatics... crazy, all crazy!All crazy!He felt like he was going crazy, his brain seemed to be split into two halves, one voice was clamoring to break free from the rope to rescue Harry, while the other voice was ruthlessly persuading him not to be delusional, not to try to resist Voldemort...

They're all watching, Draco, your father is watching too... Don't die, there's no way, you can't do it.That's Voldemort... Do you think you can really save someone from him?

The boy staggered into a wall of Death Eaters who pushed him back.

Draco stared at his bloodless face, which looked tortured and pale.Let him go... please let him go, he thought, don't let him show this expression again... let him go...

Unexpectedly, Voldemort's next words followed his meaning: "Pause, rest for a while...It hurts, Harry? You don't want me to do it again, do you?"

Say yes, Potter, say... stop letting him torture you, it's really okay to give in once in a while, Potter...

"I asked you if I would do it again," said Voldemort softly. "Answer me! Out of body!"

The boy's eyes were out of focus, and he stared blankly at Voldemort, his lips trembling. Several times Draco thought he was going to admit defeat and say "no" to Voldemort, but Harry suddenly yelled :

"I will not say!"

At that moment, his eyes came back from dreaminess, so clean that Draco could hardly bear it.

"You won't?" whispered Voldemort, and the Death Eaters stopped laughing. "You won't say 'no'? Harry, I'm going to teach you obedience before you die... maybe a little more pain." ?”

The man raised his wand again, but this time Harry was prepared, and he threw himself sideways with some nimbleness, rolling behind the marble tombstone.The spell fell through and the tombstone shattered.

"We're not playing hide-and-seek, Harry," said Voldemort softly, in a voice so cruel that the Death Eaters laughed. "You can't hide from me. Does that mean you're tired of our duel? Are you Don't want me to end it now, Harry? Come out, Harry... come out and fight... soon... not even pain... I don't know... I haven't tasted death..."

Voldemort walked step by step towards the tombstone where Harry was hiding, and he was getting closer and closer to him, seeming to enjoy the feeling of cat and mouse.

Draco's heart tightened more and more, he almost gritted his teeth, run away... Potter, run away!run away!No, it's useless even to run out, there's no hope... yes, there's no hope... what to do, what to do to him, he's going to die - he's going to die, the boy he loves, he's going to die ...

Before Voldemort could turn to the tombstone, Harry stood up.Holding his wand in front of him, he dodged out, facing Voldemort directly.

"No—" he exclaimed, but no one noticed because the two men shouted the spell at the same time—

"Except your weapons!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

The red light and the green light collided together, gradually merging into a golden arc of light.Harry and Voldemort rose into the air, the Death Eaters yelled, and they followed Voldemort to a clearing where there was no grave, asking for instructions, and several drew their wands.

There was no one to care about Draco, he struggled to get up, but the rope was tied tightly, he struggled for a long time and only pulled out one hand.He pulled down the coils of rope vigorously, and he didn't care about the rough rope rubbing against his skin so painfully.Just as he was struggling to reach the end of the thread behind him, the rope that bound him was cut and loosened.

Draco turned his head, Lucius was standing in front of him, he didn't speak, pulled him past him and ran back into the circle.

The song of the phoenix echoed in the cemetery, which was the only warmth and comfort in this dark forest, but Draco felt deep sadness.Harry and Voldemort were still confronting each other, and they were surrounded by golden nets, like a huge golden cage.

He heard Voldemort's wand screaming continuously, and gray ghostly figures emerged from the tip of his wand...an old man...a woman...and a long-haired woman and a man, which seemed to be Harry His parents, he looked so much like them... Draco couldn't help but stare at them, it was the first time he'd seen his parents.

Suddenly, the wand in Harry's hand was lifted upwards, the golden wire connecting him and Voldemort was broken, the optical network disappeared, and the singing of the phoenix also stopped, but the ghosts did not disappear. They surrounded Voldemort to prevent him See Harry—

He saw Harry running towards him, Draco stepped aside almost reflexively, the boy ran past him like lightning, and he vaguely heard him say "thank you"...

"Stun him!" Voldemort yelled.

A red light shot at the boy, and Lucius raised his wand too.Harry, hiding behind a marble statue of an angel, raised his wand over his shoulder:

"There are many obstacles!"

A few Death Eaters who were running were stopped and fell to the ground, and more light rained from the sky.

"Get out of the way! I'm going to kill him! He's mine!" Voldemort finally broke through the shackles of the ghosts and ran forward.He was separated from Harry by a tombstone, and Draco saw his lips twist into a grin and raise his wand.

"Here comes the trophy!" Harry shouted, pointing at the Triwizard Cup with his wand.

Voldemort yelled furiously, the voice was shrill, but Draco couldn't hear him.He felt completely paralyzed, he could barely stand, and the only thought in his head was that he escaped... escaped... thank God...

A big hand grabbed his arm tightly, Draco turned his head, Lucius was looking at him seriously, his expression was solemn, his lips were tightly pressed, as if he wanted to say something, but he just said something Stare at him.

Voldemort's roar returned to his brain, and the voices of the Death Eaters echoed around him. He raised his head, the night was empty and dead, without a trace of life.

Draco realized this was only the beginning.