[HP] End of Death

The Death Eater next to Lucius moved to the right, leaving an empty seat for Draco. As soon as he sat down on the ground, he saw a big snake with colorful patterns crawling slowly past Voldemort's hand, wrapping around him. around.Voldemort lowered his head and exchanged a few words with it in a strange language, a smile gradually appeared on his face.

"Okay, Nagini told me that the people of the Order of the Phoenix really rescued that Arthur Weasley... It seems that my guess was not wrong." He said proudly, and the Death Eater next to him whispered Discuss.

"Master, I wonder if you can clarify for us...why did those members of the Order of the Phoenix find that the scum Weasley was injured?" Lucius raised his head and asked in a deep voice.

Voldemort glanced at Lucius, nodded slightly, and his eyes finally fell on Draco: "This is a little experiment of mine, I think our little Harry Potter friends may have discovered something special about him . . . I may explain this to you later on.”

"Master," Draco said suddenly, and the others turned their faces to him in surprise after hearing his voice, "Is it related to that necklace?"

Voldemort looked at him with great interest. The boy's face was pale, obviously suppressing the extreme fear in his heart to ask this question, and he seemed even more nervous when he was watching him.

"Oh, it has something to do with it, Draco. But it's not all... that necklace will come in handy in the future, but not now." Voldemort said jokingly, as if he had remembered something, towards He beckoned, "By the way, I promised you that after completing the task, you will become one of us...Of course, you are now, but you still need a proof..."

Draco's hands clenched, and his lips lost the last of their color.He was trembling slightly and didn't move. He didn't wake up until Lucius pushed him secretly. He took a long breath, stood up slowly and walked towards Voldemort.

He felt that everyone's eyes were on him, and they had different expressions. Draco couldn't figure out the kindness and malice, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in front of the tall man, kneeling down.He pulled up the sleeve of his left arm and turned slightly sideways.

Surrounded by silence and cold air, Draco seemed to hear a person's rapid and anxious breathing, and later found that it came from himself... The waiting process was difficult and long, and Draco felt that he was about to pass out, as if falling In a second, it will fall headfirst to the ground.

If that happened, all the Death Eaters would laugh at him, and his father would be disappointed in him... As he was thinking about it, a cold finger touched his upper arm and pressed lightly. Press, and then a sharp object pressed against it, Draco guessed it was a wand... He heard the man say something in a high-pitched and cold voice, and then he felt that the piece of skin he had touched was like It was a burning pain, and he couldn't help screaming, and several Death Eaters laughed...

The pain finally disappeared, but there was still a needle-like pain in the branded place.Draco felt Voldemort sit back again, he stood up stiffly, his legs were a little numb from kneeling for a long time, and he almost fell down.

The Death Eaters were laughing again, and he saw Voldemort laughing too, and said softly, "You're too nervous, Draco. There's nothing to be nervous about, you're young and you've got plenty of time to be a good Death Eater." You... you'd make Lucius proud."

Draco turned to look at Lucius, who was looking at him with a faint smile, and seemed to be quite satisfied with his performance-maybe it was just because of Voldemort's admiration, after all, everyone could see his timidity .

He calmed down a bit, pulled down his sleeves, and walked back to Lucius.Voldemort gave some more orders, and the rest of the time they cursed the members of the Order of the Phoenix - especially Dumbledore.

Draco yawned, checking his watch, it was already one o'clock in the morning.He felt tired and sleepy and just wanted to sleep well.The Death Eaters finally dispersed, and Draco barely dragged himself upstairs with Lucius.

When he walked to his room, he heard Lucius' cold voice in his ear: "You should act braver, Draco."

He stopped and didn't look back: "I see, father."

"But the Dark Lord is very satisfied with your performance, and he can forgive you for a small mistake, so I won't be too harsh." Speaking of this, Lucius stroked Draco's hair, patted His back, "I hope you can make me as proud as he said."

The sound of the man's footsteps disappeared, and Draco froze in place, not moving for a long time.After an unknown amount of time, the temperature in his body seemed to evaporate. He dragged his icy body slowly into the bedroom, took off his school uniform and climbed onto the bed.

He hugged the quilt tightly and curled up into a ball, slowly stretched out his right hand, and stroked the Dark Mark on his upper left arm inch by inch.The imprint was so new that it hurt just to touch it, a constant reminder of his sins.

Draco knew that there was absolutely no turning back for him.If there was still a trace of struggle before, now even the last hope has disappeared.He was branded with darkness, classified as an opposing camp, and completely abandoned by his lover.

No, what he really cared about was not the Dark Mark, but the words of approval that should have made him joyfully pushed him to the edge of the cliff step by step:

-You did a great job, you should be proud.

No.

—that necklace will come in handy later, but not yet.

no, do not want……

—you're young, you've got plenty of time to be a good Death Eater...you'd make Lucius proud.

No, that's not the case...!

——I hope you can make me proud like he said.

No-no-no!

He rolled over on the bed with his head in his arms, roaring hoarsely, his eye sockets were terribly red as if they had been ground by sand.After a while, he suddenly calmed down, staring straight ahead in a daze, pursing his lips tightly as if he was choking.

No... let me go, please let me go... no, no, no, I never wanted to do this—!He scratched his scalp in pain, kicking his legs non-stop.I'm sorry Father, I'm sorry...I still haven't made it...I'm really sorry I let you down...I don't deserve your approval.

His hands drooped down, slowly tightening at the folded knees.Tears flowed down pale cheeks.

Yes, he doesn't deserve it.His self-control has not grown a bit.He was still chasing that person as before, even crazier.He deceived himself to hurt him, but only let himself sink deeper into the quagmire of guilt and regret.

And the desperate love born in this dirty quagmire is far more persistent, morbid, and cruel than before, like vines entwining him tightly until it suffocates.

He has fallen into the quagmire and cannot extricate himself, but he still longs for a deeper depravity.

Draco looked at his white right hand, it was well maintained, slender and beautiful, without a trace of fat, and the three palm lines drawn on the palm were clearly visible.He clenched his fingers tightly against his chest, his knuckles pressed tightly against the thin shirt, the beating of his heart was transmitted along his arms to his whole body, his breathing was sluggish, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

...but why is it still beating?Why does it keep telling itself that he is regretting, that he is in pain, that his heart is broken by the pain?Why?

"...I'm sorry." He said softly, the voice was like a broken kite string, flying up lightly, and finally fell to the ground alone.

"I can't forget him. Never, never... so I'm sorry, Father."

He closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry for you, too, Harry Potter. I betrayed you and our love. I don't deserve your forgiveness, either in the past or in the future.

"I don't expect your understanding, nor your love... At that time, I knew what you wanted to say. Of course I knew."

His eyelashes trembled slightly, stained with tears.Draco sighed, almost screaming in his throat.

A day later, the Bokin Burke store in Knockturn Alley welcomed a young customer.He was wrapped in a long black cloak, only a pale pointed face was exposed, and the whole person looked only in black and white.

Mr. Bojin came up to him with a smile. He smoothed his shiny hair repeatedly, and looked at the boy in front of him: "Long time no see, Master Malfoy... Your presence really makes the shop flourish, may I ask you?" Did you come with Mister Malfoy?"

"No, it's just me. I hope you don't tell my father about it." Draco put down his hood and lowered his voice, "...I'm here to buy something, Mr. Borgin."

"Oh, I'm very happy to serve you..." Mr. Bojin smiled all over his face, with a greasy voice, "May I ask what do you want to buy?"

"Hmm... Is there a tool that can make people forget some memories?" Draco hesitated for a while and said.

"Oh, you may need a glass of Forgotten Water, Master Malfoy."

"No, no, I mean temporary forgetting, not permanent." Draco added hastily.

Mr. Bojin rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He went back to the inner room and searched for a dusty bronze mirror, carefully placed it on the counter.He took out a rag from the drawer to polish the mirror, put it in front of Draco, and said mysteriously: "If it is temporarily forgotten, Master Malfoy, I think this 'hypnotic mirror' is the most suitable. "

"Hypnotic mirror...?" Draco reached out and touched the deep and shallow grooves and patterns on the edge of the mirror, and those patterns immediately lit up, emitting a misty blue light, which made him withdraw his hand immediately.

"Yes. You just need to cast a spell on this mirror, and then you can talk to it for self-hypnosis, which lasts for 24 hours at a time. But the disadvantage is that it can only be used for self-hypnosis, but it is still very useful..."

Draco stared at his haggard self in the mirror, the drooping eyelids and dull skin hazy and dim, like a blurred scar splitting the mirror.He closes the mirror.

"I want it. Tell me what the spell is, Mr. Borgin." He looked at Mr. Borgin fixedly.

A few minutes later, Draco walked out of the Borginberg store with a bag in hand.Snowflakes were flying on the dark and cold street, falling on his thin shoulders, adding a bit of loneliness and depression.

He raised his head and looked at the white sky.Cold snow fell from the sky and fell into his bewildered eyes.For some reason, he remembered his father's words.

—You should have acted braver, Draco.

"...But I also hate myself who can only escape." He murmured.