[HP] FYI.

, broke free from the shackles.In the next second, he was hugged even harder and harder.

So Draco Malfoy smiled on Harry Potter's shoulder.

"Youh□□etoletmego."

He said.

He breaks free.

He backs off.

He walked back to the memory from the world.

Under the moonlight in the middle of the night, the light golden hair fluttered like flowing gold.

The translucent boy slowly stood up.

The blond hair fluttered back, flying.

And the change in the height of the field of vision did not make the foothold of his eyes shift in any way.His light gray eyes stayed on him for a long time, from the age of 11 to 17, from Hogwarts Castle in the early autumn of that year, to Easter at the turn of spring and summer seven years later. The night before, from kneeling to standing up.

He looked at him and stopped suddenly.

He should have retreated further, into the depths of the forest, into the world of the dead, never to return.

Yet he stopped.

He looks at him.

The unforgettable nostalgia hidden in the depths of the eyes finally leaked a glimmer of fur at this moment.

His eyelashes trembled in the wind, and water flashed in his eyes.

"..."

He looked away abruptly.

Blinking hard to stop the sourness welling up in his eyes.

At this time, he suddenly felt a little vivid and agile, maybe it was the speed at which he looked away, or maybe it was the trace of unrest that broke the gentle and sad calm expression.Just like the living.

He ground the lawn with the soles of his non-existent feet.

A moment of silence.

then.

He raised his head.

"...but if you really want to come see me, I think 50 years from now is a pretty good time."

He looks at him.

He watched him pull away from between his arms.

stand up.

Shape pin bone upright.

translucent.

He grabbed him.

Don't let him go.

And he, resolutely and calmly, backed away.

The hem of his clothes left his hand inch by inch.

He finally stood in front of him.

The pale blond boy finally stood in front of the half-kneeling black-haired boy.

The latter's hand was still in the air.

It was an attempt to hold someone back.

It was an outstretch that would never get a grip back after all.

He raised his face full of tears in panic.

And he, standing in front of his eyes.

Under the stars and the moon.

look back at him.

Behind him, Night Breeze was silent.

"Goodbye," he said.

fifteen,

1998.5.2.

Hogwarts Castle erupted in an earth-shattering commotion.

The students hiding in the ruins ran happily into the clear sky, just like when they took off their wizard hats and threw them into the sky after winning the Academy Cup at the end of a certain year. They cheered, shouted, roared, cheered for him, and cheered for him. He shouted, growled for him.And what they didn't know was why, at the moment of victory, their hero, holding the ten-inch hawthorn wand with a core of unicorn hair, fell to his knees on the ground where the stone bricks had shattered for a world. , crying bitterly.

They just thought he was crying with joy.

【FIN.】

The author has something to say: postscript (you don't need to read the long-winded ones):

I wrote it as HP/DM, but after writing it, I found it was very DM/HP...

But CP is still HP/DM

Because this post is my love letter to HP/DM

The author failed the English test, but tried to write the dialogue in English beyond his control

please forgive her

Please also forgive her for OOC dropping these two characters she loves very much, and still want to finish writing this trivial love letter

and cry while writing

thank you for seeing this

This article is the fusion of all the stalks in my mind

Insufficient writing skills, no illness□□, the plot is full of loopholes, the writing style is extremely unstable and extremely bloody, I can't stand it myself _(:з」∠)_

I myself can barely pass the fusion...

However, I have written almost all the stalks I want to write. Although the writing is not very good, but for the time being, they have changed from the pictures in my mind to the articles you see, so in my heart, it passes.

In fact, when writing Chapter 1, there were too many words hanging in the pen that I wanted to write in the postscript, but when I was actually writing the postscript, I didn’t know why it was difficult to write. Imminent, but I can't say it... All in all, thank you for seeing this

Thank you for appreciating my little dream

Honored.

Thank you very much.

I watched MerryChristmas and Mr. Lawrence halfway through the writing, so the second half was written by listening to the BGM of Ryuichi Sakamoto’s movie of the same name. It’s super emotional to listen to while writing, and I’m crying. Hikaru Utada’s adaptation is also very good , The name FYI comes from the title of her BGM adaptation song MerryChristmas, the last FYI of Mr.Lawrence-FYI. FYI. ForYourInformation, for your information.

courage.

Love.

death.

You are my future.

In the end, I must, must, must, and shouted at my dear JJ with a hoarse voice and broken heart:

I finally sent it out! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !ah! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !