HP's Remnant

"Harry, wake up." The green-eyed savior opened his eyes in a daze, the sun shone through the half-drawn curtains into the dim bedroom, and Draco was facing him, his platinum-blond hair was shiny, rubbing together with the sun, a little can not see clearly.

Seeing that the other party woke up, Draco showed a sarcastic smile: "I didn't know the savior still had the habit of staying in bed." Harry glared at him, and slowly got up. He didn't want to quarrel with this guy just after waking up, no, he Just now... "Are your eyes red..." Before he could ask, Draco sprayed him with venom: "Get your dead pig body out of my bed Take it down, thank you." He knew that his words were just to cover up.

"Go to hell, Malfoy!"

A seemingly depressing breakfast.

Harry chewed the veal steak that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, thinking about the day he would fly away as an Animagus... He lowered his eyes, he didn't have much time. "Potter." The platinum noble's voice came suddenly, Harry looked over reflexively, Draco had finished his breakfast, and was looking at him while wiping his mouth. "What's the matter?" Harry raised his eyebrows following the other's example.

Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, was this action so stupid: "Now that the Dark Lord is back, what are your plans?" "Plans?" Harry laughed, "What can I do with my inhuman appearance? Oh, by the way, I can go undercover for you." "When did I say I would help you?" Draco glared at him unabashedly when he heard the word "you". "Could it be that you still want to kiss his robe?" Harryd stared back with slightly bloodshot eyes: "Knowing that he is a half-breed." "..." Draco really didn't want to.

"Tell me the truth, how does the heroic savior plan to lead his little phoenixes to defeat him?" Changing the subject calmly, Draco motioned for Bill to take down the leftover breakfast with his eyes, ignoring its shock-twisted ugliness Faces (for a steak that disappeared for no reason). "It's very simple." Harry stroked his almost fleshless chin and nodded: "I need you, kill him." Draco almost spit out the black tea he drank in his mouth, narrowing his eyes in embarrassment: "I assume this It's a joke." "Unfortunately, it's not a joke." Harry shrugged, "I didn't ask you to face it head-on, I don't think you are that powerful."

"Let me remind you, you lost to me, not long ago, in the basement of my house." Draco sneered, and Harry choked.Draco, who succeeded in revenge, raised his eyebrows and smiled, but suddenly remembered something and pressed his eyebrows back abruptly. "Cough, that was an accident." Harry raised his legs and nodded indifferently: "It's not important, the important thing is whether you are willing? If you are willing, I will tell you the method." "What if I say I don't want to? "Draco's cold voice came, and Harry stared at him in surprise: "Why?" Draco got up and left the table: "There is no reason, I am a Death Eater."

I know what your wish is, I know you long for death, but can you stop discussing this damn thing openly in front of me? "The Dark Lord won't succeed! Draco, you know this!!" Harry dropped the knife and fork in his hands, and rushed over to grab the other's wrist with a clear sound of collision. Draco looked at his grasped wrist and narrowed his eyes: "Do you want to die that much?" "Huh?" Harry was taken aback. "The Dark Lord is using your body now, if he dies, can you live?" Draco trembled with anger, "Saint Potter who wants to die?"

After a while, Harry raised those bright green eyes and asked slowly, "Draco, are you worried about me? Why?"

"Am I worried about you?" Draco looked at him with disdain.

The dark-haired young man on the opposite side didn't have any expression on his face. He seemed to be thinner than the last time we met, his chin was pointed a bit, his skin was still pale, and the large wizard robe looked heavy on him, as if it could crush this stupid lion.The man was tired, and Draco knew it.

"Yes, you have." Harry nodded, a dark green light in his eyes. "...whatever you think." Draco sighed silently in his heart, but his appearance was ridiculed and alienated. "Professor. Dumdledore said, for the greater good." Harry stepped forward to block Draco's path, with an admiring tone: "But I'm not him, Draco, I'm just a selfish little bastard."

Draco narrowed his eyes and said, "I guess I didn't get it wrong?" "Of course you didn't get it wrong." Harry raised his eyebrows affirmatively, "Do I look like the kind of person who likes to commit suicide?" "... Butitissaid...(but supposedly)" Draco smirked and walked into Harry a bit: "Some great stupid lion gave himself to the DarkLord in order to destroy a soul piece?" "...." Harry curled his lips , Not to be outdone, walked towards the other party: "I'm not interested in that snake-faced lunatic."

"Then what is the savior interested in?" Draco's eyes swept over the other's pale lips, and his silver-gray eyes darkened, when he realized what he said... Yes, he Said: "A man? Or a woman?" "Huh?" Harry looked at the other person in surprise: "Why are you asking this?" "Nothing." Immediately returning to normal, Draco punched himself in the heart , almost said to go out.

"Uh, maybe a man?"

Just when he was racking his brains on how to round out this sentence, Harry said with a slightly teasing voice: "Isn't this normal in the wizarding world?" "Yeah..." Draco still hadn't responded Come over: "It's normal...you don't want that female weasel?" "Don't call Ginny like that!" Harry folded his arms and rolled his eyes: "She never called you a ferret."

"But you call it that."

"Yes."

"Stupid Potter."

The Platinum Noble cornered the laughing savior. "I assume that's what you mean." Draco raised an eyebrow. "If you still have the last bit of IQ left, I think so." Harry nodded seriously with a bloodless but still energetic expression, but his eyes were burning with fire, and he wanted to kiss the man in front of him.

But the other party moved faster than him.

They kissed, and on this very morning, it was an aggressive kiss, and a mutual one. Draco took the dominant position. After he inserted his tongue into the savior's mouth in a gentle way, he began to bite violently and allow the sucking. The people under him were shocked at first, or couldn't believe it, but In this fiery kiss, he quickly threw away his reason, and kissed back and asked for it with unstructured movements, and his fingers fell into the shoulder of the other party.

There was a smell of rust, and it was unknown who had bitten whose lip, or both, when they stopped the kiss, Draco panted slightly, and raised his hand in satisfaction to caress Harry, who was slightly rosy Some cheeks, seeing the other party's appearance of losing his footing, laughed softly.

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

"uh-huh."

"How could I fall in love with you..." Harry sighed, while the blond man in front of him raised his eyebrows unhappily: "What's your opinion?" "No, it just feels incredible." Harry rolled his eyes: "A year ago we were still swearing at each other." "But you picked the head first." Draco viciously pressed the black-haired Gryffindor against the wall: "That damn Do you remember?" "But you pointed your wand at me at that time too! Ferret!" Harry retorted immediately, but after thinking about it, he regretted a little: "Well, I admit, I shouldn't have used a A spell of clear effect."

"I didn't know you were so stupid! You used a spell without knowing its effect!" Draco glared angrily at the troll-like Gryffindor. "Don't worry, it's been more than once." Harry smiled indifferently, showing his white teeth. "Anything else?" Draco felt that this person was hopeless: "To whom?" "Myself." Harry shrugged: "It's the spell that splits feelings and memories."

"So you don't know the effect of that spell?" Draco said in shock, but soon he seemed to realize something, with a grim face, he asked, "Emotions and memories?" "... um." Harry nodded , he didn't want to hide it now, Draco would find out sooner or later.

Voldemort was walking alone in the woods where he and Potter had made the Horcruxes...yes, they were.Stopped in front of a tree, blood red eyes that seemed to have death engraved in them narrowed slightly, after a year long coma, the only memory he had was the one-eyed old madman who came to follow Dumbledore's orders He came to hunt down the savior, and he didn't think that the previous "death" was just a plan, in case Harry Potter didn't die at his own hands, because their souls began to fuse when the savior was one year old... This is a relationship that can never be severed, disgusting.

He raised his hand and touched the smooth skin. Although he didn't like this body, he had to admit that it was much better than his original one, and his soul had also improved. The problem now was... how to find the body that was loaded with Potter and himself at the same time? The horcrux of the soul.Using a wand obtained from a betrayed Death Eater, he uttered a spell, and the unhandy spell floated up, and after a few turns, he led Voldemort in one direction, followed by the Dark Lord. Behind it, looking around, he was right, there was a lot of magic left in the place where the spell was cast, and he could find it based on this.

Soon the wand stopped, Voldemort stretched out his hand to hold it in his hand again, suddenly turned around and cast a death curse, a tall figure froze there, and fell to the ground with fear and hatred in his eyes - yes a horse man.

"Disgusting thing." Voldemort ignored this little episode, just glanced at the corpse in disgust, and then focused on the unfinished business. He was not worried about being discovered.The scorched leaves of grass had long since fallen, and there were almost no living things in this area due to the erosion of black magic. The thoughtful gaze flowed from the eyes that no longer belonged to Harry, and it was soon replaced by indifference.

He found a page buried in the earth, waved his wand to free it from its bondage, and floated in mid-air. The words on it were handwritten and neat, like a diary.Silently, he burned the useless things—he remembered these contents, not diaries, but handwritten copies of the Black Family Book of Dark Arts.

"Regules Black..." In the woods, the dark monarch hissed and cursed.

The author has something to say: Lauder, I am domineering and leaking

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