[HP] End of Death

It was three hours before Harry returned to the lounge.It is not comfortable to do it on the cold ground, his back hurts, his legs are weak, and his cheeks are still a little red.

Ron and Hermione were waiting for him by the fireplace, the latter writing a long letter that half filled the parchment.

"What's got you stuck?" asked Ron, looking away from the group of first years playing cards.

Harry opened his mouth. Of course he didn't intend to tell them that he and Draco had done it several times in the Room of Requirement, so he covered it up with a dry smile, "Uh, it's nothing..."

"Padma stopped you?" Hermione said without looking up.

Harry looked at her in surprise, and could only nod: "Yeah..."

Ron chuckled, stopped immediately after seeing Hermione's gaze, and asked casually, "Then—what does she want?"

"She—she said she liked me." Harry's voice was hoarse.Ron stood up suddenly, bumped the ink bottle and rolled it on the carpet, but didn't care about it, just looked at Harry helplessly.

"Then you—what do you say?"

Hermione gave him a blank look, picked up the ink bottle and put it on the table: "Of course I refused, and Harry doesn't like her."

Harry nodded again, and Ron had to sit down, looking a little disappointed: "Then why have you dawdled for so long? A full three hours, it's only so long to play a game..."

"Er... I comforted her for a while." Harry prevaricated.Ron shrugged and continued to daub his Transfiguration paper, while Hermione wrote silently to the end of the parchment, carefully rolling it up and sealing it.Harry stared at the jumping fire in a daze, and did nothing.

He thought, at that time he should have told Draco.He is not a saint, it is impossible to remain indifferent after being so hurt by him...

He loves him, but he wears himself out.

The fire crackled and burned lower and lower, and the red-hot embers gradually turned to ashes.Harry looked around and saw that there were only three of them left in the lounge.

"Okay, good night." Hermione yawned and walked towards the stairs of the girls' dormitory.

Harry and Ron also walked back to the dormitory slowly. As soon as Harry fell on the bed, sleepiness swept through his brain. He struggled to put on his pajamas, drew the curtains, and fell asleep with the quilt in his arms.He is too tired, both physically and mentally tortured today.

He dreamed that he was back in the DA meeting room, and Padma blamed him for tricking him into coming, saying that he promised to give her 150 chocolate frog pictures if she came, Harry justified... Then her face turned into Draco pointed his wand at him and screamed that he was a thief who had stolen his chocolate frog card.He said, "Potter, you shouldn't have taken my things for nothing, you've got to give yourself in exchange..." followed by a love affair that exhausted him, and they kissed each other on the ground sprinkled with chocolate frog pictures ...

The dream has changed...

His body was soft, strong, and flexible, gliding between the shiny metal bars and over the dark, cold stone.His body pressed to the ground, gliding on his belly...his vision was low and he could only see a small area...the light was dim, but the objects around him took on a strange vivid color... He turned his head, and at first glance, the corridor was empty... no, there was a person sitting on the ground with his head drooping on his chest.His silhouette flickered in the gloom.

Harry stuck out his tongue and tasted the man's scent, alive but dozing off.He sat in front of the door at the end of the corridor.

Harry would have avoided him to open the door... the door he had longed for, but the man woke up, jumped up, a wand was drawn from his belt... he had no choice...

He reared up and struck once, twice, three times, sinking his fangs deep into the man's skin.He felt his ribs break between his teeth, hot blood was pouring up, and his throat was full of bloody smell...

The man screamed in pain, collapsed on the ground, blood splashed on the wall and the ground, and flowed all the way...

Harry felt his forehead ache like it was going to explode...

"Harry! Harry!" cried an eager voice in his ear.Harry opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath, soaked in cold sweat, the sheets wrapped around his body like tights.

"Harry!" Ron stood beside the bed, looking terrified.There were a few other people around, and Harry rolled aside, holding onto the bedpost and throwing up.

"It looks really sick... Do you want to call someone?"

"Harry! Harry!"

Harry gasped for breath and managed to stand up, he had a terrible headache, and it was vital that he told Ron about this: "Your dad, your dad... something happened..."

Slytherin bedroom.

Draco was sleeping on the bed.He slept very restlessly, the dream was shaky, like a overwhelming flood, broken white waves poured over his body and cast him into hard steel... He dreamed of Harry, who was standing in front of him, being He pierces alive.Blood gushed out, like a tide... He was invincible, without flaws, but he also had no gaps to accommodate a soft heart.

The bracelet on his wrist suddenly became astonishingly hot, almost burning his skin. Draco sat up suddenly and threw off the quilt.He took off the black iron bracelet and put it on the quilt, resting his forehead with one hand, his sweaty blond hair fell down.

This bracelet was obtained from Voldemort when he met Voldemort before school started.It was part of the Dark Mark, able to heat up when Voldemort needed him, and he only had to touch a button on it to go to him like a Portkey.

Draco wiped the sweat off his forehead vigorously, took out the neat school uniform from the closet and changed it, and put the bracelet back on his hand.It's not as hot anymore, but it's still surprisingly hot.Draco took a long breath and pressed hard on the button.

The space twisted for a while, and there was darkness in front of him. Draco felt as if he was squeezed into a ball, cold and hard to breathe.After a few seconds, he felt himself falling to the ground, and the sudden light stung his eyes.

Draco closed his eyes, slowly adjusting to the scene around him.He was surprised to find himself standing at home, facing a pale, slender man sitting with his head down, fiddling with his wand.The Death Eaters sat in a circle around him, their heads bowed, their expressions solemn.

Draco saw his father in that circle of people, he was looking up at him, there was a trace of uneasiness in his eyes, which made Draco's heart sink.

"Here you are, Draco." Voldemort raised his head, his blood-red eyes looked at him, and Draco felt as if his heart was being seized, "Come closer, boy... yes, just stand here, I want to ask you something."

Draco stopped stiffly, trying to suppress the fear in his heart.He was afraid to look into the eyes of this man, he always felt that he could see through what he was thinking.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here so late, Draco?" the man said softly, stroking his wand casually.

"I...I don't know, master." There was a tremor in his voice.

"I did a little test, Draco. I think I'll have the results soon. But before that, I want to ask you a question... Have you completed the task I gave you earlier?"

The heart pounded heavily in his chest a few times, Draco took a deep breath, and replied calmly, "I'm done, master. I changed that necklace."

Voldemort didn't speak, he looked straight into his eyes, as if trying to dig something out of it.Draco straightened his back and looked at him, the blood red eyes were so sharp and terrifying, he felt like a hole had been gouged out of his forehead, but he couldn't avoid it.

"Very well," the man actually smiled, seemingly satisfied, "You're not lying...Of course, I know that too. Come here, Draco, sit next to your father...Don't be afraid, you do Well done, something to be proud of..."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, his back covered with sweat.He walked slowly towards Lucius, who had a faint, relieved smile on his face, which sent a complex, twisted prick inside him.