HP's Remnant

"Hmm..." Draco sat up with a headache, looked around, why was he in St. Mungo's?No no, think about what happened...Harry and himself went to 12 Grimmauld Place, they found out about the note from Kreacher...what else?Oh, and then Hermione and the red-haired monster came, and it seemed that the Black elf died...Harry killed it?

Standing up abruptly from the bed, he remembered that time they found a note... what "starting point" and... Shaking his head in pain, Draco noticed that the door of the ward was opened, and the Weasleys He walked in with an apprehensive face.

"Malfoy." Hermione took a deep breath and said, "You think... okay? Did Harry hurt you?" "Hurt me?" Draco wanted to laugh mockingly like before, but he didn't know why. Can't help laughing: "Why did he hurt me?" "Can't you remember? Oh, of course you don't remember..." Ron widened his eyes, then lowered them again: "He must have used the Stunning Curse on you ..." Hermione gave Ron a look to shut him up, then looked at Draco again, and said, "He's taken you, he's holding you hostage, screaming at the shed...we're getting there He was about to cast a spell on you...well, anyway, we got you back."

Draco felt that the amount of information was a bit too much. Harry Potter took himself as a hostage. Moody, who should have died to protect Harry, was found to have died four months ago, and it was Harry who did it. No, that's not the point!That guy is a savior!How could he do that kind of thing... Frowning, Draco looked at the two people who were struggling, and said, "I don't know, I feel fine now, so—" deliberately elongated the tone: "I think I can go back to my manor. The relationship between me and Ha... Potter is strictly a transaction."

"Of course...just, during those time at Malfoy Manor, did Harry do anything out of the ordinary?" Hermione seemed to muster up her courage, and asked, "Like, do something? Or...kill someone? "Draco thought for a split second that something was wrong with his ears, that Saint Potter would kill someone?Or in the absence of war?

"No." Draco gave the two of them an irritated look: "I don't believe he's arrogant enough to kill people at my manor." "He killed Moody!" Hermione burst into tears and said, "We don't want to believe it! But Moody's There was a memory of him before he died in the pocket! We put it in the Pensieve...and Harry admitted it."

"Admission is not the same as the truth, Granger, or Mrs. Weasley." Draco stood up and adjusted his clothes, put on his coat, he found the wand still in his pocket, and said in a lazy tone, "Although it's none of my business." , but a reminder." "I..." Ron seemed about to say something more, but Hermione stopped him, and the two of them watched as Draco walked out the door.

"Mione..." Ron glanced at her and said, "Shouldn't we tell Malfoy about that?" "It's not the time..." The pain just now was suppressed by the strong little witch: "We don't know who to believe yet..." Hermione walked to the bed with a dazed expression, and sat down: "If it was before, I would never believe that Harry did such a thing, but now... He's lost something very important." Ron sighed and said, "Yeah...but Hermione, did it ever occur to you if Harry was just faking the loss?" "Ron...." Hermione looked at her husband with a wry smile: "Wands can't lie..."

"Uh, yeah..." Ron sat down too, and said, "Hermione, about that question you asked earlier, about if one day Harry really changes...I think I'm going to take that back." Hermione looked at him in surprise. "It's impossible for me to hold out my wand to Harry." Ron made a painful expression: "Even if there is a day...it's impossible."

Looking worriedly at Hermione, Ron was worried that she would think he was crazy, but she was looking at him with a wry smile.

"You're right, Ron, we can't do it." Hermione looked at Ron, "You're actually pretty smart, aren't you?" "No..." Ron was embarrassed. "So." Hermione stood up: "We're going to save him in another way!" With a bitter smile on her face, Hermione pulled Ron up: "For our friend."

Draco was discharged from the hospital at the front desk, Apparated back to Malfoy Manor, and in his bedroom, he couldn't bear the pain anymore and almost fell to the ground.

He summoned his own potion box, drank a few bottles of potions that relieved the dizziness and pain caused by the spell, and lay on the ground for a while, Draco felt that he was almost fine, and then slowly got up.

"That damned Potter..." Cursing a few words, Draco tidied up his appearance before walking to the restaurant, it was already dinner time.Walking into the restaurant, there were two meals on the neat and gorgeous table, which Draco thought was a bit harsh. "Take this down." He said irritably, and a terrified house elf appeared at the dining table, hesitantly looking at the dinner that no one would eat.

"That... respect, honorable master, may I ask, Bo, what's the matter with Mr. Potter..." Draco thought that there was something wrong with his ears, and a humble house elf dared to ask himself such a kind It worked regardless of the problem!Gritting his teeth, he glared at the frightened little elf, and said, "He's dead!" "No!" The little elf let out a sharp cry and almost fainted. Draco recognized it as the one Harry had said thank you to the first time he ate here, called Bill.

Watching the elf disappear in place, Draco was in no mood to punish it, why did even a slave like him so much?That's not normal...he quickly finished his dinner, Lucius would be dumbfounded if he was here, this speed is not at all in good manners!Walking to the study, Draco began to review the documents as usual, and after about an hour, he threw away the quill with the Malfoy crest engraved on it.

"That bloody Potter..."

After reading the documents patiently, Draco strode out of the room. Since the damned guy had already left, he had a reason to throw out the junk in the guest room that didn't belong to him.

Pushing open the door directly, Draco's gray-blue eyes shrank suddenly.

A skinny black-haired young man was lying on the ground covered in blood, and the holly wand seemed to be soaked in blood, and it fell not far away. Harry was motionless, as if he hadn't breathed... Draco felt His heart stopped for a moment, and when he saw Harry covered in blood, his brain went blank, as if everything they had been hostile to before was not important anymore, he didn't know what he was thinking, he just rushed to Harry as fast as he could. Going up to the Gryffindor troll, taking him to his room, pouring down a dozen of the best potions with an unimaginably gentle gesture, and then his mind seemed to come back slowly... .

"Harry?" He called out the name he had thought of for so many years in a hoarse voice, and the person in his arms moved slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Draco?" Harry's voice was as small as a mosquito's. "Well...it's me." Eyes lowered, Draco picked him up, walked to his room, and laid him gently on the bed, not paying attention to the blood-stained sheets. "Moody...." murmured again, Draco lifted Harry up and gave him a little Dreamless Potion.

"Don't think about it...go to sleep..." Seeing the eyes of the person in front of him getting darker and darker, Draco took a deep breath and covered his eyes. "Heh..." I was so flustered, for a Potter... I looked at the sleeping enemy, sighed, and apparated to the guest room.

He needed some time to reflect on his abnormal behavior throughout the night... for the relationship he had decided to seal.

The next morning, Draco opened his eyes. He didn't sleep well last night. He went to the mirror and looked at his faint dark circles. Without hesitation, it was a beauty charm, and he didn't want a Potter to see a joke.

Opened the bedroom door, Harry was still sleeping, walked slowly to the window, Draco looked at the shadow cast by his long eyelashes, frowned, just watched for a while, he suddenly poured a clear spring on him . Harry sat up in a jerk, looked at Draco expressionlessly, and blinked.

"I didn't save you so you could look at me with those pickled toad-like eyes, I need an explanation." Looking at Harry coldly, Draco raised his hand for a quick-drying spell. Harry moved his body that had warmed up for a moment, looked at Draco for a moment of silence and said, "I killed Moody, and Kreacher." "If it's true." Draco gave him a mocking look, and walked aside Sit down on the chair: "reason."

"..." Harry didn't answer, just got up and stood up. "Borrow the bathroom." Harry was silent for a while, then said, "And... lend me a set of clothes."

Draco didn't know he had such a good temper, so he attributed it to the good upbringing of the Malfoys.By the time Harry washed off the blood and got dressed, Draco still had no mood swings, at least on the surface.

Harry sat on the ground in a disfigured manner, and Draco raised his eyebrows without making any comments.The two stared at each other for a while, Harry opened his mouth, but didn't speak. "I believe the Savior is not a pet with an open mouth waiting to be fed." Draco sneered. "I just don't know where to start." Harry explained without getting angry. "Do you want me to teach you?" Draco gritted his teeth, his patience was reaching its limit.

"Well, let's think about it..." Harry's calm and unwavering voice came out again: "Simply put, if I don't kill him, he's going to kill me." "Why did Moody kill you?" Draco Expressing doubts, of course, it is still a look of contempt. "Because I am Voldemort." Harry tilted his head after thinking for a moment and said. "I'm assuming you're joking." Draco narrowed his eyes, definitely not what he thought...

"I wanted to kill Moody to make a Horcrux." Harry looked at the person in front of him, and said with a deadpan face, as if it was just a story: "But it didn't work." "I have detected that a piece of your soul is missing! How could you not succeed!" Draco stood up and looked down at the green-eyed troll. "I'm not saying that making a Horcrux failed, I'm saying that the person I used wasn't Moody." Harry explained again. "But you bloody bastard just told me you killed Moody! And what about you being Voldemort! Make it clear!" Draco tugged at his collar and lifted Harry up, surprisingly effortlessly.

Harry didn't look at his hand clutching his clothes, but fell into deep thought.... "I'm sorry, Draco, I can't tell you, at least not about Horcruxes and Moody." Harry looked at Draco, eyes hollow. "How can the great Saint Potter be willing to tell his despicable enemy about his secret relationship with the DarkLord?" Draco threw Harry back to the floor.

"His soul and I have merged into one, in that explosion." Harry straightened his clothes and said, "It's me now, maybe the person in this body will be Voldemort in a second." Didn't you already make a Horcrux to separate his soul?" Draco felt the world was in chaos.

"Yeah, but what was split out was a piece of my soul." Harry stood up and walked to the window: "It's a piece of my soul that is loaded with my feelings."

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