[HP] End of Death

After Harry left the Slytherin lounge and walked all the way to the hospital hospital, he glanced at his watch and saw that the time was surprisingly early - not even 07:30.At this point in time, he would have time to have breakfast before going to class, but he was in a really bad state, and Harry suspected that he might pass out on the way.

"Harry? Harry! Why are you here!" There were two figures running towards him swaying in front of him. Harry took a closer look, and it was Hermione and Ron.They carried school bags and seemed to be going to the auditorium for breakfast.

"Harry, your face is so red, do you have a fever?" Hermione pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, burning hot, "Oh my God, you have to go to the hospital as soon as possible!"

"Please ask the teacher for leave for me, I'm going to the hospital now." Harry said weakly.

"Let's go with you." Ron looked at him worriedly and held up one of his arms, "Harry, you didn't come home last night, we were scared to death...we thought you were killed by Mal Fu bullied..."

No, in a way, Ron was right, thought Harry.He was indeed bullied enough by Draco... and completely cut off his thoughts.

He only hoped that he would never come to provoke him again from now on, but this was obviously just his wishful thinking.

Ron and Hermione helped him walk slowly to the school hospital, and promised to come to see him after class at noon and bring him meals.Harry nodded at them, agonizing over how to explain the incident.

Do you want to tell them the truth...tell them that you once fell in love with Draco, but now you are ruthlessly abandoned by him?Harry wouldn't feel ashamed, and it wasn't that he didn't trust his two friends, it was just that the story was too bizarre and unbelievable.

Everyone thinks that they are rivals, Gryffindor and Slytherin, who are clearly separated, but they don't know that they were once attracted to each other and went to hell together.

But now, it doesn't matter whether this matter is explained to others, because the ending has not changed.He just needs to face his own heart.

Harry suddenly understood what to do.

At noon, when Hermione and Ron came to the school hospital with a boxed lunch, what they saw was the silhouette of Harry sitting alone on the bed.He looked ahead quietly, his eyes calm, like the sea under the sun.His face was still so pale, so weak that it seemed that he would fall if the wind blew, but there was also a kind of tenacious strength throughout, so that he would not be destroyed.

"Harry, are you feeling better?" They walked to the bed and Hermione put the lunch box on the bedside table.

Harry turned his head and nodded: "It's much better, and we should be able to go back."

He took the full lunch box and listened to the two talking about what happened last night while eating.Hermione said that they had a meeting in the fireplace with Sirius last night, and Sirius said that Mundungus overheard their Defense Against the Dark Arts party, and he was very much in favor of the idea, but before they could finish talking, it happened accident.

"...a hand suddenly appeared in the fire in the hearth, and I was sure it was Umbridge's hand! It was short and stubby, and wore an ugly old-fashioned ring...I think it must be that old Umbridge hand. The monster peeked at your letter, she knew we were going to meet Sirius! It's a good thing she didn't catch him..." Ron said excitedly, and Madam Pomfrey gave him a stern warning once because the volume was too loud.

"Harry, Ron and I both want to know..." Hermione glanced at Ron, whose expression immediately changed from indignation to embarrassment and uneasiness, "Want to know—well—what happened yesterday .”

Harry looked into their intent eyes, but said nothing.

"Actually, I always felt that you were hiding something from us, although I didn't ask..." Hermione added in a low voice, seeing that Harry still didn't answer, she summoned up her courage and said, "Yesterday we were really I'm worried, Harry, you were punished by Malfoy to sweep the pitch, and then it rained heavily... Ron and I went to the pitch to look for you secretly, but we couldn't find you."

"Have you ever gone to see me?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"Uh, yes, after the meeting with Sirius." Hermione said cautiously, "It was still raining, so we went with umbrellas."

Harry nodded. He bowed his head in silence for a moment, clenched his fingers, and made up his mind.

"Okay, I'll tell you." He looked up, seeing obvious relief and pleasure in the eyes of his two friends, "I'll tell you all...well, everything since last year."

In any case, it is very meaningful for Harry to share his long-hidden secrets and pains with his friends, at least he doesn't have to worry about those right and wrong anymore.And he trusted them too, and that was enough.

But Ron and Hermione obviously still need some time to digest this huge amount of information.

"You mean, Harry, I still don't quite get it - Malfoy he really - you really and Malfoy - I mean -" Ron blushed and waved his hands to express himself the meaning of.

"It's what you think, Ron. I've been with him," said Harry, somewhat resignedly.

"But—he's Malfoy." He was rambling, but Harry understood what he meant.

Yes, indeed, he was Malfoy.This is not just a simple surname, in this era of the resurrection of the devil and the darkness, he is very clear about what this surname means.The history, concepts, responsibilities and destiny behind it are like a thousand-layered mountain, weighing heavily on him and Draco, and no one can escape.

"I didn't think about it that much at the time, you know, you don't usually think very rationally when things like this happen—I mean, uh, being in love. I didn't think Voldemort was coming back at that time, I didn't think It's so far away." Harry said slowly, his eyes were a little dazed, and he seemed to be thinking of those unreal sweet times last year, "I know it's hard to accept for a while, and I'm just telling you... ...it's all over."

Hermione had been listening to their conversation carefully, and after the two stopped, she said, "Harry, do you mean that Malfoy still chooses the side of the mysterious man, just like his father?"

"He's always been on You-Know-Who's side," Harry said quietly.

"Then, if you meet him on the battlefield—I mean—"

"If I meet him on the battlefield, I won't soften my heart," Harry thought for a while, and added, "It should be."

Saying this sentence is not as difficult as imagined, but it is like cutting off a piece of meat, and it still hurts no matter what.

But at least he won't be hesitating anymore.

In the afternoon, Angelina beamingly came to tell them that the Gryffindor team had been reorganized, which made both Harry and Ron smile - it was the best news they had heard in days .

"I went to Professor McGonagall, and she seemed to tell Dumbledore... In short, Umbridge had to give in." Angelina said, "I applied for the court at five o'clock this afternoon, and you must be on time when the time comes Come."

However, at five o'clock in the afternoon it was dark, and soon it began to rain again.They were drenched in the rain, and as Harry changed out of his soaking wet jersey in the changing room, his scar stabbed so sharply that it made him cry out.

"What's going on? Is it your scar?" Ron asked nervously, looking around as soon as they left the dressing room.

Harry nodded.

"But..." Ron looked more flustered, "He—he can't be near us now, can he?"

"Yes," Harry whispered, and they entered the common room, with Ron plopping down on a chair. "He's probably thousands of miles away. I'm hurting because...he's... angry."

It never occurred to Harry to say that, it sounded to him like it was coming from a stranger, but he realized right away that it was the truth.

"Did you see him?" Ron said horrified. "Did you... see a vision?"

Harry sat quietly, looking down at his toes. He closed his eyes, allowing his consciousness and thoughts to relax slowly amidst the lingering pain, and to connect to the memory that still had lingering lingering... At that moment, He felt the necklace on his chest warm up.

"There's one thing he wanted to do... wanted to get something, something important, but couldn't get it." Harry was surprised to hear himself say that again, knowing it was the truth.

He looked up and Ron was staring at him dumbfounded.

"You can replace Trelawney, buddy," said Ron admiringly.

"I'm not prophesying," said Harry.

"No, do you know what you're doing?" Ron's tone was filled with awe, "Harry, you're reading the mind of You-Know-Who!"

"No, I think it's just his emotions," said Harry, shaking his head, "I've got some kind of lightning feeling... Dumbledore said last year that it would happen, he said that when Voldemort came near me, or when he felt hatred When I do, I'll feel it."