[HP] Return late

Harry hadn't spoken for days.Except for going downstairs to eat with the Dursleys on time every day, he stayed in the room at other times, doing nothing, like a walking dead.He thought it was good, no one tried to comfort him, or report to him, and no one stared at his scar stupidly.

"Click." The door opened suddenly.Dudley's plump body squeezed in. He seemed to want to sneak in, but it was impossible for his size. He held a cup of tea and looked at Harry cautiously.

"Get out," Harry said in a hoarse voice, drawing out his wand, pointing it directly at Dudley's chest.

Dudley was taken aback, most of the water in the glass was spilled out, his body shrank, but his feet didn't move.He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was having a fierce struggle in his heart.

"Get out, I don't want to say it a third time." Harry felt annoyed, don't mess with him again, please please, he felt like he was going to explode.

Dudley didn't go out, instead he closed the door. "I heard from my mother that your war is about to start again. You don't look well. Mom asked me to come and see you." He whispered with his lips twitching.

Harry didn't speak. Yes, Voldemort appeared in Hogwarts so recklessly, and the Ministry of Magic had to admit his return. The war was about to begin, and now it was just the calm before the storm.He went from big talk liar to veritable savior and mascot of the wizarding world.

Dudley ventured closer, put the remaining half of a glass of water into Harry's hand, and sat down on the small, battered spring bed.There was a whine from the bed, and the mattress sank a few inches.

Then neither of them spoke, the room was quiet, and the loud laughter from the TV program downstairs could be heard.

"I lost my love," Harry said softly suddenly.He thanked himself that he would only stay here for the last week. No one from the magic world could enter this place. He didn't have to worry about what he said being written up in newspapers or other magazines. Facing the Dursleys, maybe they will never see each other again until they die. "I promised not to leave him," he swallowed the half cup of cold tea, and said in a deep voice, "but I didn't do it, and when I turned back, he died."

"Him?" Dudley repeated unconsciously, he seemed a little unable to accept this fact, and stared straight at Harry.

"Yes, I am a disgusting and obscene homosexual." Harry said calmly, "I have never dared to admit that I am a waste just like you think." He squeezed the cup tightly, his knuckles slightly whitish.

"I never thought you were trash," Dudley said softly. "I always thought you were amazing—in fact, I envied those—magic." He swallowed, and paused as if he were assembling words. After a while, he said again: "Who you like is your business."

Harry didn't answer, he stroked the wand in his hand, as if lost in thought.

"Want to tell me about that 'he'?" Dudley asked.

Harry raised the glass mechanically, and swallowed the last few drops of water in the glass with difficulty. "He is a pure-blood nobleman, and he likes to speak with a gorgeous aria, like singing an opera," Harry laughed at himself. Every time he thinks of that person, his mocking voice can echo in his mind, as if he is still by his side, as if he can see him again when he turns around and looks back. "He's got beautiful pale blond hair, he's always been very fond of it, and he's always presentable, like he's shining. He's quite handsome." Harry didn't know how to describe the man. Appearance, words cannot describe all of him.Harry has been recalling these days, but he can't remember that person's face. He remembers his every move, every word and deed, but he can't remember his appearance. "He is very proud, arrogant, serious, and careful." He shouldn't have realized this at this time. If it had been earlier, earlier, there would not have been so many misunderstandings between them, Will they grow old hand in hand like in a fairy tale? Will that proud Slytherin not go to death alone? "I love him, but I haven't had time to tell him." He hasn't had time to tell him the word. "I can't even admit it," he sighed.

He poured water down his parched throat again, only to find that nothing came out of the cup.So he held an empty glass and sat next to Dudley, with a calm expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"It's going to be all right," Dudley said gruffly.

"Well, thank you, Brother D." Harry tried hard to pull a smile, but found that he had lost the ability to smile.

He was willing to pay all the price, and only asked Merlin to give him a chance to regret it.

When Draco awkwardly tried to talk to himself - he hurried away.

The first time he reached out to himself—he refused coldly

And then for the next three years - he was the person he hated the most, even more annoying to Harry than Dudley.

Draco always liked to make trouble for him, but he didn't cause any substantial harm to him; and his only revenge was to lock him out of Quidditch forever, and he could only bury his feelings of envy and sadness from then on. In those gray eyes - like the one Harry saw at the Quidditch World Cup - he never talked or even boasted about his Quidditch skills and broomsticks like he used to ——These are all taken away by his pranks.

He stopped looking at him all the time, stopped trying to get his attention in those childish ways—he even had a moment of self-satisfaction with it.

While he was helping Sirius clear his name - he was only willing to befriend him out of guilt.

It was when they had spent the Quidditch World Cup together - he had only just gotten to know, hadn't started to have a crush on someone.

When this infatuation turned into liking - he found out that Draco was already engaged.

When Draco rescued himself from Voldemort - he wanted to love, but didn't have the courage to reach out and hold someone.

When Draco lost his position in Slytherin, when he was provoked and marginalized - it was not him but Parkinson who was by his side.

At that time, he thought that waiting and guarding could be endured.Merlin did not treat him badly. Because of Voldemort's return, Parkinson's family couldn't bear such a marriage contract and left Draco.He thought his waiting had finally come to fruition.

So, the consequence of taking it lightly is losing it forever.

He had read the fairy tales together many times, and he could still remember Draco's words to correct his pronunciation every time, but now they were stained with blood and lay quietly in his box.

If Professor Dumbledore hadn't said that he couldn't give up hope, that the Deathly Hallows could bring him back from the realm of the dead, he would have gone crazy in these lost days.

Harry was awakened from his memory by the beeping sound coming from the window, seeing several barn owls ridiculously stuck to his glass, and Dudley seemed to be in a daze with him all the time.He walked over and opened the window, and a few owls rushed in crookedly, and threw a package the size of a suitcase on the spring bed, and the bed sank even deeper.

Harry took out some owl food from the desk drawer and threw them, and the barn owls left satisfied.

"You haven't lost everything, have you?" Dudley said, looking at the package with some salivation, he was still on a diet recently, and looked very sad.

Yes, he has not lost everything, he still has the opportunity to learn, to fight, for the final victory, for the promise of waiting forever.Harry tore open the parchment outside the package, revealing a thick pile of old books with black or gray covers.

"Yes, I still have a chance."

Dudley looked very disappointed. He smacked his lips and muttered, "If you work so hard, you will succeed."

Yes, he will succeed.

He is still waiting, one day, under the warm sunshine, he and Draco can stay together without any barriers and obstacles, and read a book quietly.

The author has something to say:

Little H is finally on the stage... Little D is about to appear too...

I suddenly thought with horror, Dudley X Harry, is also DH ah ah ah...

This world is unreal, unreal, unreal...