HP's Remnant

The next morning, Draco was awakened by a knock on the door, and with a dark face he waved his wand to open the door, and Harry walked in with a blank expression. "The savior must have something important to do when he wakes up so early?" Draco looked at him with a sneer.

"...I'm going to NO.12, Grimmauld Place." Harry looked at him: "Are you going?" Draco raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing there?" "Looking for Kreacher." Harry replied, "There's something about Regulus Black." "Okay, I'll go with you, and by the way, see what books Black's old house has that will help restore your soul." Draco nodded and got off the bed. "Why did you help me?" Harry asked after a moment of silence. "Didn't I say that I don't know why?" Draco looked at him a little annoyed: "Now, I want to change clothes, you, get out!" Harry ignored the threat of the person in front of him.

"What if you have to find a reason?" Harry persisted. "Oh, I have to find a reason." Draco's face was so gloomy that he could drip water: "I think it's enough to quarrel with you! Get out!" Harry was thrown out of the room and looked at the closed door The door, go to the restaurant.

"Hermione?" Ron woke up in the morning and didn't feel the familiar temperature of his wife by his side, so he called out half asleep, but he heard the flipping of a book.Walking to the study, Ron saw Hermione struggling to copy something. "What are you doing?" Ron walked towards her. Hermione didn't look at Ron because her eyes were still a little swollen.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I did something wrong." "Huh? You still do something wrong?" Ron was dumbfounded. "Don't be silly Ron, everyone makes mistakes." Hermione smiled: "But I make more mistakes." "What's the matter?" Ron looked down at the book spread on the floor, but found that he couldn't read at all. , and looked away embarrassingly. "Before I knew the situation... I got angry with Harry." Hermione paused in distress: "I shouldn't be trusted with him, he must have his own reasons, but he doesn't seem to be going to say... .." Under Ron's increasingly dizzy eyes, Hermione raised a smile: "So I have to find it myself, and then apologize to him!"

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Ron sat down (Hermione seemed very happy although he didn't quite understand what happened): "It's my turn to have a day off from the Auror Department today." "Uh... "Hermione looked at her husband hesitantly, as if there was really nothing he could do to help...Ron looked at his wife with passion and anticipation, and changed to a serious one the second after the other's eyes were firm. expression.

"You, go make me a cup of coffee!" "......"

The two spent the whole morning in the study, Hermione was seriously looking up information, while Ron was sorting the notes she had made and stuffing useless books back into the bookcase.After lunch, the two people's plan to continue this afternoon was broken by a letter from the Ministry of Magic. "Mione!" Hermione's hand shaking when taking notes, looked at the scribbled words and Hermione turned her head helplessly: "What's wrong Ron?"

"Corpse!" Ron hurriedly handed the letter to Hermione: "Moody, Moody's body has been found!" "Really?" Hermione stood up excitedly, that old man who wears magic eyes and doubts people all day long!Not everyone hated him to be honest, he died for Harry.... "But something is wrong!" Ron said in horror. "What's wrong?" Overjoyed, Hermione had already started to pack her things and planned to go to Malfoy Manor to tell Harry about it, but stopped because of Ron's words.

"His body, after examining the spell, was, only dead for about four months!"

Harry and Draco, who arrived at No. 12, Grimmauld Place, threw a dozen spells to make sure that no one had been here before or had been given some kind of monitoring spell before striding in. "Kreacher!" Harry said, and a tattered house elf appeared instantly, with a look of disgust and reluctance on his aged face, but these expressions were soon replaced by smiles.

"Master Draco! A member of the Malfoy family! Welcome to the old house of the Black family! Can Kreacher do anything for you?" Kreacher had completely ignored Harry, and bowed down to Draco respectfully. "Answer all of Harry's questions." Draco said lazily, glancing at it. "Okay! Master Draco!" Kreacher replied happily before turning to Harry with a momentarily indifferent expression.

Draco gave Harry a mocking look, but he frowned at the lack of response.

"Kreacher, tell me, apart from that locket, did Regulus Black leave anything else?" Harry asked blankly, looking at the elf in front of him. "Master Regulus... Yes, I'm sorry, Master Draco, Kreacher can't..." Kreacher was taken aback by the sudden question, he hesitated and said, "Kreacher can't say... ..." "Kreacher, he is a very brave man." Harry stared at it intently: "Someone should finish what he left unfinished."

Kreacher's eyes widened instantly, but soon his expression returned, and he said hesitantly, "Master Regulus forbids Kreacher to tell others.....this is a secret....""Tell him, Kreacher .” Draco knew he had wavered, and spoke at the right moment.Under the watchful eyes of the two, Kreacher took another peek at Draco, seemed to gain a little courage, and said in a voice so small that he could hardly hear it: "Hmm...that note..." Kreacher lowered his ugly face Big head, said in a smaller voice: "Burn that note...." "That 'R,A,B' note?" Harry asked: "Where is it now?"" Under Kreacher's pillow..." Seemed to say something very painful, Kreacher suddenly started to struggle wildly, Draco thought it was just his punishment for betraying his master, but when he saw the elf's upturned eyes, he found that it seemed not that simple.

"Kreacher." Harry reacted first, rushed forward to support Kreacher, and said, "Calm down, what's wrong with you?" But the house elf just kept shaking his head, and a puff of green smoke rose from his arm , Harry whispered: "The Unbreakable Curse!" Because this magic cannot be reversed, Kreacher quickly stopped moving in Harry's slightly trembling hands, his eyes widened, and he seemed to want to say something, but only Can open mouth slightly.

"Who would cast a spell like that on a house elf..." Draco walked over, frowning, more puzzled than surprised. "I don't know..." Harry shook his head and put Kreacher down, his body trembling a little.

"Harry?" Draco looked at him suspiciously. "Draco...." Harry turned around, with tears and sadness in his green eyes: "Promise me, at the end...kill me." "Harry?" Draco grabbed his shoulders in shock and began to shake . "Thank you, for so many days...for letting me live in Malfoy Manor...." Harry pulled away Draco's hand that was tightly clutching his shoulder, and said with a smile, "I didn't know I would be so happy with you Together...." "Your feelings are back?" Draco looked at him suddenly delighted.

"What?" The light in Harry's eyes suddenly went out, and he looked at Draco expressionlessly again: "My feelings are back?" "...." Draco looked at Harry who seemed to have lost his soul again, and opened his mouth, There was a bit of bitterness in his mouth for no reason, but he swallowed it back when he wanted to say something. "Maybe it's because of Kreacher's death." Harry glanced at Draco and walked upstairs: "But it doesn't matter, the main thing now is to find that note."

"Heh..." Watching Harry disappear down the stairs, Draco looked at his still warm hands, sneered, and covered his face with a trembling smile.

"I didn't know you would make me so happy when you returned your feelings..."

Harry quickly found the note, and Draco followed, expressionless. Harry glanced at him, held the note in his hand, a fiery flame shot out quickly, licking the note, making it gradually curl up and turn black, black smoke rose slowly, and when the note was burned, lined up:

"One day, everything will return to the beginning." Harry stared at the line fascinated.

Draco frowned, and the words quickly disappeared into thin air. "Harry, we..." Just as he was about to speak, many apparition voices came from downstairs. "What happened?" Draco stood on the edge of the stairs and looked down. There were about a dozen people, including Hermione and Ron.

Harry walked over to Draco expressionlessly, and saw Hermione shivering while holding Kreacher's body. Ron noticed the two, his expression full of resentment and disbelief. "Harry! Tell me! You didn't kill Moody, did you?" Ron began to hurry upstairs, blocking a few people who wanted to come up with him.

"Moody...." Draco was about to speak, but found that he couldn't move, only his eyes could move.Looking hard at Harry behind him, he half-closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. "Did you! Tell us those memories are fake!" Ron roared, his voice trembling with pain. "I killed Moody, and that house elf, too."

Harry's voice sounded emotionless, he glanced at the group of people who had drawn their wands, and suddenly Apparated while grabbing Draco.

After a feeling of being pressed into his stomach, Draco turned his stiff wrists, and he found himself able to move, and looked around. They were in the Shrieking Hut in Hogsmeade, and Harry was standing with his back to him. holding a wand in his hand.

"Harry?" Draco stood up, feeling dizzy: "You obviously didn't kill Kreacher, why..." "I'm sorry, Draco." Harry turned around, expressionless. "What?" Draco frowned, and he looked at the wand he was holding tightly - it was his old holly wand! "Didn't you say..." Draco looked up at Harry, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't want to hold on to that...he definitely didn't want to know.

"I'm sorry..." Harry murmured, his emerald green eyes becoming cloudy and even black, and he raised his wand at Draco. "Damn it! Potter, what are you trying to do!" Draco's hands and feet were limp and he couldn't exert any strength at all. "I'm sorry, Draco...." The magic power gathered at the tip of the wand, and Harry said in a very soft voice, "Forget everything."

Draco watched the magic sink into his body, and something important floated out of his mind, including memories and consciousness... Before he fell into the darkness, he saw Harry's eyes clearly - not green, but blackened red, like, like that guy....

Hermione and Ron stood in front of Moody's grave, Hermione was sobbing, Ron waved his wand slightly, and burned all the information and notes they had found before, they were silent for a long time... until Hermione said: "Ron ...I'm stupid, aren't I?" Ron shuddered, turning to look at his wife. "No... you're smart," Ron said. "If that bottle of memory in Moody's pocket is real... I, we, might have to... stick out my wand to him."

Hermione burst into tears, and she crouched down with her head in her hands, howling.

"But damn it....I still want to believe him..." Ron also knelt down and hugged his wife, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's not your fault, nor Harry's fault. What killed him was the piece of his split soul..." "Ron!" Hermione raised her head sharply, "If one day...Harry really changes, what should we do...? "

Ron swallowed, eyes struggling.

"I don't know...I really don't know..."

"Mione...you know, I'm stupid, really stupid..."

The author has something to say: These two young couples are very important characters.

☆, forget everything ([-])