[HP] End of Death

Harry felt that after an injury like his own, he would go to Umbridge's confinement for hours, and it was really rare for a student to suffer from burning pain in the back of his hand and chest.And sure enough, Madam Pomfrey was already going to bed when he went to the school hospital—yawning when she came to open the door, wearing beige pajamas, she scolded him unceremoniously.

"Why didn't you come earlier? It's so late..." She laid Harry on an empty hospital bed, took out her wand and pointed at him, "Oh, you'd better stay here overnight, it's a bit late Long..."

She put some ointment on Harry and cast a few spells before leaving the room yawning and closing the windows.When the last lights in the corridor were extinguished and the surroundings were plunged into utterly silent darkness, Harry blinked and let out a sigh of relief.

This was the second time he'd been in the hospital because of Draco this semester, and the two times weren't very long apart.Draco's eyes of disgust and hatred were still lingering in his mind, and the disgusting smell of blood still remained in his mouth.Harry felt irritable and miserable, but couldn't talk.

He knows why.Since the beginning of school, Draco's attitude towards him has been hot and cold - mostly cold, and he can probably understand why.As written in The Quibbler, his father was a Death Eater, and it was naturally impossible to allow his son to fall in love with Voldemort's sworn enemy.Harry could see Draco struggling, and understand what he was doing, but he... couldn't forgive.

He was indeed under pressure, but that wasn't the reason for him to inflict pain on himself, and Harry didn't think he'd done anything to apologize to him—maybe reporting his father was one—and he didn't deserve such treatment .

It wasn't him who made him suffer, so why should he be able to hurt him justifiably?Harry couldn't help guessing that the other party might have squandered all his love for him, and now he was just proving to others that he had indeed forgotten himself... Wasn't he still with Pansy on Valentine's Day?He has indeed let go of it cleanly, but he is still nostalgic for the old love, lingering...

Thinking of this, Harry fell into a drowsy sleep, but he was awakened by a rapid and loud knock on the door, and he didn't move because Madam Pomfrey had already opened the bedroom door and trotted over up.

"What's the matter? What's going on... Why are all the students here so late today... Oh, my God, what's going on?" Harry heard her gasp, and a deep male voice replied : "Accidentally cut, madam..."

"Help him to the bed quickly, my God, how could you do such a stupid thing..." Madam Pomfrey shook her head and took out a few ointments from the cabinet beside her.Harry quietly opened his eyes a crack, his body froze and didn't move, and from the corner of his vision, he saw two boys helping another boy to the hospital bed next to him, the man seemed to be touched by the wound, and he groaned, one of them The boy immediately reprimanded: "Be gentle!"

Harry thought they looked familiar, but couldn't make out who they were for a moment.Madam Pomfrey hurried over to the patient, blocking Harry's view so he could only listen to them.

"When did it happen?" he heard Madam Pomfrey ask.

"Just now... I heard the sound of something breaking in the toilet, so I went to knock on the door, but he didn't respond to me... We knocked the door open... and then I saw him..." The low voice before said the voice.

"Hey, has he encountered any troubles recently?"

"I'm not so sure either……"

"I think he'll let him stay here for one night, and I'll give him some sedatives to stabilize his mood... Hey, how did this happen..." Madam Pomfrey shook her head again and left, seemingly It's time to get a sedative.Harry took the opportunity to quietly turn his head to see the man's face, but it was still difficult to judge.

And the man's two friends seemed to have spotted him, and exclaimed, "My God, Theodore, look who this is! Potter!"

"Why is Potter here?"

The two boys moved closer, and Harry felt warm breath brushing against his face.He closed his eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep, but he was quickly searching for the name "Theodore" in his mind.

"Looks asleep... Potter..."

"I heard... I was beaten..." Their voices gradually became softer and farther away, as if they were concerned about his existence, and Harry couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Madam Pomfrey's footsteps clicked again, and the shadow of her body blocked the light that fell on Harry's face.After a while, she pulled up the quilt for the man, lowered her voice and said: "Okay, you guys go back first, and come to see him tomorrow morning... Yes, I think he should be more awake by then. Hey, what a guy Silly boy……"

Madam Pomfrey and the two boys left the room and closed the door.Harry heard the crisp sound of the school hospital door being locked, the sound of her turning off the lights again, and the sound of footsteps echoing in the silence.

The footsteps stopped, and everything returned to silence.Harry lay blankly on the bed for a while, hesitating whether to get up to see who this sudden arrival was.Just as he was struggling, there was a creaking sound from the bed beside him, and the man sat up, followed by the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against him, as if he was taking off his clothes.

Harry quickly closed his eyes, but opened them a little more.The man took off his school uniform jacket and trousers, and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, revealing his graceful white neck.In the dark, Harry couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that his skin was so white and his back was so familiar.

When the man lay down again, Harry felt his heart itch.He had already guessed who that person was, but still couldn't believe it.Why is he here and what happened?He wanted to wait until he fell asleep to find out the truth, so he waited patiently.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, there was no movement on the bed. Harry took a deep breath and carefully climbed out of bed.His chest was still swollen and painful, as if Madam Pomfrey's ointment had taken effect, it became hotter.

Harry walked softly to the bed and leaned over to look at the man.He fell asleep with his back turned to him, his face in shadow.Harry couldn't see his face clearly, and didn't dare to go around to the other side, so he propped his hand on the sheet and looked to the other side, but it was still difficult to get a glimpse of it.Harry sighed softly, gritted his teeth and planned to go around, but just after taking a step, he saw the man's hand hanging by his side.

The sleeve of that arm was raised above the elbow, and the forearm below was slender and beautiful, hanging down at the waist like a swan's neck.But it wasn't this that Harry was focusing on, it was the thick layers of gauze wrapped around his wrist.He bent down, wanting to touch the hand, but retracted as soon as he reached out.The translucent gauze was still stained with a layer of congealed blood, which seemed to imply an unsuccessful destruction... Harry covered his mouth, but his lower lip still hurt from biting.

Why……?Why... He really couldn't understand.

The hand moved, and Harry took a quick step back.He raised his head, and the man had turned over, looking at him with his other uninjured hand supporting his upper body, under the spread neckline was the delicate collarbone in the moonlight.

Those gray-blue eyes looked at him quietly, as if staring at some eternal existence, and the night passed through his deep pupils and condensed into ice.His thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was hoarse, as if begging:

"Potter."

At that moment, Harry felt that there must be a long and thin thread connecting his heart to his voice, otherwise why as long as he opened his mouth softly, he couldn't control his heartache.