[HP] End of Death

Through a thin layer of curtains, he could still see the blood-red sunset.It sank slowly, and the golden red covered the sky, as if pierced by a sword, and scarlet blood splashed from the inside, splashing on the cloud canvas.

The blood-red and dull light watered his hair and face through the anti-theft window and curtains, and his light gray and blue eyes eroded his other parts.

Draco hadn't been back to Hogwarts since that day.He was taken directly back to Malfoy Manor by Lucius, and he was locked up at home and not allowed to go out.

He heard from a few words from his parents that Harry was almost killed by a Death Eater hiding in Hogwarts, but the Death Eater finally became a walking dead because of a dementor's kiss, which made Voldemort very angry .

He also heard that Dumbledore told the students at the party that Voldemort had returned.He wondered how the old man would describe him—a student who had gone to Voldemort and never returned?Anyway, this has happened.

No, actually he didn't care what Dumbledore said about him, but his words had a very big impact on Harry.Thinking of this, Draco's hands slowly clenched.Would he think he was with them too and not believe him?Would he think he was part of the conspiracy and hate him?Or is it that he trusted him, but was criticized by others...

Either possibility made him feel like a knife, and Draco drew the curtains and slowly bent his legs.His heart sank into darkness with the setting sun.

There was a sound of opening the door behind him, Draco turned his head, lowered his eyes, and whispered, "Father."

Lucius strode up to him, his cold gray eyes stared at him coldly, the muscles on his face trembled, as if he was holding back something.Then he pointed to the Persian carpet on the ground: "Kneel down."

Draco froze in place and didn't move.

"I made you kneel, Draco. Do I need to repeat that?" The man's voice rose, but remained cold.Draco didn't hesitate anymore, he stood up and knelt down slowly in front of him.

He looked up, he had never heard Lucius speak to him in this tone, and he had never seen him with such a disappointed expression, Draco knew he must know, and his master knew.

Lucius pursed his lips, raised his hand and was about to wave at him, Draco subconsciously closed his eyes and turned his face away.However, the pain never came. His eyelashes trembled, and he tried to open his eyes, but he felt that big warm hand rubbed his hair and patted the back of his head hard.

Draco lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

"Why mess with Harry Potter?" Lucius asked.

Sure enough, it still came.Draco's shoulders moved, and he replied in a low voice, "I can't help it."

"Then you need to exercise your self-control, Draco." Lucius looked down at him.

"I know."

"If I don't intercede for you, you will probably die, you know?"

"I know."

Lucius snorted coldly, took a step to the right, and turned his back: "The master is ruthless, Draco, he will not let off those who betray him, but he will not pay attention to an unknown person. So I am so strict with you, because you are my son, you are from the Malfoy family! You can't do things that are not in line with your status, understand?"

Draco's nails almost dug into the flesh, he nodded and clenched his teeth, fighting back the tearing pain.

"Say it, Draco. Do you understand?" Lucius snapped, turning back, looking down at his son.

"...I understand, Father."

"So what are you going to do next?"

"I...I will listen to you, father." Draco took a long breath, and he felt that even breathing made his throat ache.

Lucius stared at him for a while, reached out and touched his cheek, but felt his fingertips wet, and couldn't help softening his voice: "Draco, from now on, everything you do is related to our entire family." Don’t think that the master doesn’t know what you’re thinking, he knows everything...you know everything. You have to get rid of your past wrong cognitions from your mind, otherwise I won’t be able to save you next time!”

"Wrong cognition... what is that?" The boy's voice trembled.

"Any thoughts of being unfaithful to the master, any thoughts of fluke, any irresponsible self-defeating, you have to figure out your own position, who is the right person to associate with, instead of indulging in meaningless jokes " Lucius' voice became stern again, and he glanced at the boy kneeling on the ground, his body was trembling slightly, as if he was a little scared.Lucius sighed, shook his fingers, took a letter from his pocket and threw it in front of him.

"This is the prefect badge that the school sent you. Think about it."

He strode out of the room, leaving Draco alone to face the despair of being completely destroyed.

Ministry of Magic, Courtroom Ten.

The surrounding walls were dark, and the light from the torches was dim and cold. There were rows of elevated empty benches on both sides, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there were a few figures swaying.

Harry sat on that cold bench, he only felt that the air around him was getting colder and colder, and it couldn't be warmed no matter what.In fact, he'd been feeling this way ever since two dementors had attacked him and his cousin Dudley the other day, and he'd received a summons from the Ministry of Magic.

These days, the lingering fear, grief and anger have been haunting him. He kept recalling everything that happened in that cemetery, Voldemort's resurrection, the singing of the phoenix and the projection of his parents, the pale boy in the night face.

He never forgot those bewildered gray eyes, as if writhing in pain, tender and hopeless.

He flipped through the newspapers repeatedly, trying to find some news about Voldemort, but no, no one came to tell him what happened-he was the one who faced his deepest fear, but what he knew was At least, this anger reached its apogee after Harry was taken to Grimmauld Place.

The whispering sound died down.Harry wanted to look up at the judges, but found it easier to keep working on his shoelaces.

"Raise your hand if you agree with the acquittal," Ms. Burns said in a resonant voice.

Harry raised his head suddenly, he looked at the rows of chairs, raised one hand... two hands... more than half!He tried to count again, but Ms. Burns had already said the next sentence: "Hands up if you agree with the crime."

Fudge raised his hand, along with six or seven others.He looked around, his face became quite ugly, his voice became weird because of depression, and he said, "Okay, very good...the accusation is not established."

"Great," said Dumbledore cheerfully, standing up quickly. "Okay, I have to go. Have a nice day, everyone."

After speaking, he quickly walked out of the courtroom without even looking at Harry.

That irritability became stronger.

Harry sat blankly for a while, and the members of the Wizengamot had already got up and talked to pack their things, so he also stood up, took a few steps towards the door hesitantly, and quickened his pace when he saw no one was stopping him.

He unscrewed the door, and almost bumped into Mr. Weasley who was waiting outside because of his excessive movements. The latter looked pale and panicked.

"Harry, did Dumbledore say—"

"Clarified," Harry said, closing the door behind his back, "all charges are not established."

Mr. Weasley smiled instantly, and grabbed Harry's arm: "That's great, Harry! Actually, of course, they can't convict you, you have witnesses, but I still can't pretend I'm not worried -"

He paused suddenly, because at this moment the door of the courtroom opened again, and members of the Wizengamot filed out.

"My God!" exclaimed Mr. Weasley in surprise, pulling Harry aside to let them pass. "Are they formally trying you?"

"I think so," Harry said softly.