HP's Remnant

"Mione, what are you doing?" The little Auror who had just finished his task walked into his wife's room and saw Hermione frowning. "I wonder if we're thinking about something wrong..." the brown-haired Gryffindor mused like a Ravenclaw: "Malfoy said they went to Grimmauld Place NO. 12, and Harry took him there, and they found a note left by Regules, but what's the use of that?"

"Hmmm... a clue?" Ron blinked, feeling a little pained from too much thinking lately. "It's possible...but who is this clue between him and? Little Black has been dead for many years." Hermione frowned and wrote down something that came to her mind on a piece of paper. "Uh, yes, is it possible that Harry will think of something when he sees that piece of paper? Haha." Ron said, wanting to adjust the atmosphere. "It's not impossible..." But the little witch who didn't feel it at all was still thinking to herself.

Just when Ron was racking his brains to figure this out, Hermione suddenly exclaimed, "Remember that Snitch?" "What? Which Snitch?" Ron turned around with a bewildered expression. "Mr. Dumbledore gave it to Harry! Remember? Mine is the fairy tale collection, yours is the lighter!" Hermione stood up excitedly. "Of course I remember." Ron was still dazed: "But what does that have to do with this?"

"How did Harry open that Snitch, remember?" Hermione looked at her husband expectantly: "It took a word to open." "Um, the 'I opened at the end'?" Ron blinked, Harry talked to them before: "That sentence seems to be... I'm going to die?" As he said that, Ron's eyes widened: "Could it be..." "No, no, I just said , The sentence that Harry and the others saw at No. 12 Grimmauld Place may have the same effect, for example, it can break a black magic or something." Hermione was already writing to Draco about it.

"Uh, even if that's the case, Regules Black has been dead for a long time, how does Harry know the meaning of that sentence?" Ron also stood up and walked towards Hermione who was diligently writing. "I haven't thought of that yet, but...is there a possibility of that book?" Hermione replied without looking up. "It could be little Black's diary, or something."

After letting a gray owl fly away, Hermione sat down in peace and smiled at her husband: "We can do it, for best friends." "Yeah..." Ron also Laughed: "For friends...for...Harry."

Draco was sitting in the study, the surrounding was very quiet, only the crackling sound of the fireplace burning, he lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, holding a small bottle in his hand, there were a few short black hairs in it, and there was a black hair in front of him. The book, which was magically floating in mid-air, shook slightly up and down, and there was no change from before.After a while, a gray owl flapped its wings and landed on the gold-rimmed window sill. Draco slightly raised his head, and there was a sparkle of fire in his gray-blue eyes.

After looking at the owl for a while, Draco recognized that it was the Weasley's owl, and then slowly stood up, walking towards it with graceful but weak steps.

The owl, who had been ignored for a while, wanted to peck the platinum youth's hand emotionally, but was frightened back by his fierce stare. He waited for him to untie the letter, and walked back while looking at it. desk. "Is that book from Rugules..." Draco put down the letter in his hand, stretched out his right hand to pick up the book, the delicate touch slid over his fingertips, and it fell to the ground with a bang, Draco looked at the quivering Fingertips, eyes slowly moved up, staring at the black mark through the pure white shirt.

"But does that even make sense..."

After waiting for two days for Hermione to receive no reply, the little witch finally couldn't bear her temper and slapped the table and said to her husband, "No way! Let's go to Malfoy's house!" Ron who was having breakfast almost spit out a mouthful of milk: "Whatthefuck? But...but Mione, didn't we just go there a few days ago?"

"That's different! Except that the experiment encountered a bottleneck, I don't think he will not reply for no reason! But according to his peacock personality, I think he won't ask for help if he is killed." Hermione nodded secretly, feeling more and more like this son. "So we have to go to his peacock garden again?" Ron swallowed a mouthful of bread with difficulty, and said with a bitter face, "Can we not go?"

"Ronald!" the little queen glared at him. "Well." Ron surrendered immediately, "I'll go."

Satisfied, Hermione turned and went upstairs to pack her things. Ron watched his wife leave and put down the fork in his hand. "Today is our one-year wedding anniversary..." Sighing, Ron who thought of Harry also started to pack his things, well, well, brothers are also very important.

Hermione got her things ready, grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fireplace, stepped in and shouted, "Malfoy Manor!" After a whirlwind, Hermione staggered out, only to find that the carpet was not the usual silver-green color in Malfoy's house , but a light brown color. "Welcome to Zabini Manor, Mrs. Weasley." A flirtatious and magnetic voice sounded, and Hermione looked up in surprise, looking at the dark-skinned Slytherin: "Is that you?"

Ron also rushed out of the fireplace, getting up immediately after falling to the ground, he didn't want to be laughed at by Malfoy. "Huh? Why is it you?" Looking up and seeing Zabini with a contemptuous face, Ron asked in surprise, "You came to Malfoy Manor too?" Blaise curled his lips and said, "This is Zabini Manor, Weasley." "Huh? I didn't Wrong shout." Ron continued to wonder, but had already taken out his wand.

"You're right." Blaise was almost speechless: "I used to know that Gryffindor's IQ is low, but now I know it's so low." Hermione stopped Ron who wanted to get angry, and said in a deep voice: "Malfoy turned his fireplace Received from your house?" Blaise raised his eyebrows, looked at her with the eyes of "there is still a smart one", and replied, "That's right, he wants me to tell you that you don't have to go to his house anymore."

"Why?" Ron froze. "Because..." Blaise gave Ron a deep look.

"That person is back."

"That's impossible!" Hermione screamed, "He's already, he's dead!" "Oh." Blaise laughed, and turned around to look at the neat rows of bookcases, with struggle and confusion in his eyes: "For For the Dark Lord... nothing is impossible." Ron stared at Blaise for a while, then suddenly said in horror, "Harry, it's Harry, right?" "It's rare to be smart, Weasley. Blaise raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, and under Hermione's increasingly pale face, he snorted softly and said, "Seeing the Dark Lord with the face of the Savior really surprised us."

"Then... what about Harry?" Hermione cried and whispered, "We finally found something, no, we can't lose Harry..." "What's the use of crying?" Blaise frowned. "There is no savior now, that is to say, no one can stop the Dark Lord." Amidst Ron's vacant curses, Blaise repeated, "No one."

"That book..." Hermione suddenly remembered, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed Blaise's shoulder: "Malfoy must have told you! Where is that book now?" Blaise pouted, and opened Hermione's hand With a pale hand, he replied: "No comment." Then, the dark-skinned Slytherin walked to the fireplace and made a gesture of invitation with a smirk: "In the future, neither Zabini Manor nor Malfoy Manor will Open to people other than Death Eaters, please go back, both of you."

Ron's face was livid and he wanted to ask us something, but Hermione dragged him back and he could only open his mouth without saying anything.

Back at the Burrow, Hermione and Ron were silent, and put back everything they had prepared. Then Hermione went to the kitchen to cook. Ron stared blankly at the group photo of the three of them in the fourth grade on the wall. Hermione's low cry.

"What's the matter? Mione." Hastily went to the kitchen to see that Hermione was casting a healing spell on the cut finger. "It's nothing, Ron." Hermione forced a smile and replied with a difficult shrug, "It's just a slip of the hand." "......" Ron's eyes were red with blood that hadn't had time to cleanse "But, Mione, you can use magic... to chop vegetables." Hermione's eyes froze for a moment, and the smile that had persisted until now collapsed. "I forgot." Hermione covered her face with her hands, trembling.

"Hermione." Ron went to hug his wife, he was as sad and desperate as she was, but he was a husband: "You still have me, without Malfoy, we can kill Harry by ourselves." "He still has salvation ?” Hermione slowly moved her hand away, opened her eyes wide, looked at him like a child, and asked, “Harry can still be saved, right?” “Well, I promise.” Ron smiled, and reached out to touch the bruise on Hermione's face. Tears: "He's Theboywholived." "Yeah!" Hermione also smiled a little: "I trust him."

Malfoy Manor—

"I think you can explain what's going on, Potter." Draco gritted his teeth and looked at Harry who was sitting on his own bed, God knows what it felt like when he looked up and saw the Savior standing behind the Dark Lord!If it wasn't for the fact that DarkLord was giving orders to others, no one would notice his expression... He didn't know why he could have fooled around.

"I told you about Malfoy, I don't want to tell you." Harry glanced at Draco impatiently, and lay down on the platinum aristocrat's expensive bed. "Then, let me ask it another way." Draco snorted heavily: "Why am I the only one who can see you? Or, touch you?" At the same time, he showed a disgusted expression. "Don't act like that damn Malfoy! You think I want to do that?" Harry glared at the other party, this obviously prickly look made Draco slightly distracted, how long had he not seen the other party's expression like this?Vivid, or twisted... at least not without change.

"Hey, Malfoy, I know I'm handsome but you shouldn't be dumbfounded." Harry raised his eyebrows. "Stupid scar head." Draco sneered: "With that ridiculous scar on your head, some blind guy will look at you?" Harry bared his teeth at him: "Then why haven't you Kick me out?" "You want me to kick you out?" Draco asked contemptuously, turning and heading for the bathroom: "It's nice to have a sworn enemy want something from you, isn't it." "…Damn guy."

Draco felt the water flowing over his tight muscles, he had never felt so happy before, this was really the biggest joke Merlin had ever played on him, the last time Harry appeared in front of him without warning, he didn't feel it Even the joy was diluted by looking for someone for a whole year.What now?Pleasure never before?Merlin... grinned indistinctly, under the cover of the sound of water, his laughter overflowed little by little, he is still alive, no, although he is not alive, but he is still by his side, really. ....It's really unbelievable, only you can touch and see, everything seems to be beautiful, because of a Potter.....

The bathroom door was opened, and Draco crossed his arms and looked at Harry, who had not changed his posture. After a while, he sighed helplessly, and with a hint of disgust, he put the sleeping savior into the warm bed, and then lay down by himself.

The night was very quiet, Draco could hear Harry's shallow breathing and his own slightly accelerated heartbeat, the smell of Malfoy's special body wash and the faint mint smell of the people around him lingered on the bridge of his nose.The young Platinum Patriarch sighed silently. If nothing happened before... the Dark Lord hadn't been resurrected, then what a wonderful moment it would be now. Of course, even so, it doesn't seem bad.

Draco rolled over and looked at the dark-haired young man curled up, wanting to kiss him... the moment he realized he was jumping for joy at his return.

The author has something to say: Yes, it's a secret love meme now.

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