[HP] Return late

"What a pleasant surprise, Zabini." Before opening the secret report that was rushed to him, Harry never thought that the two sides would meet Zabini under such circumstances.

He would have been one of Draco's best friends, maybe not one.But during the hunt for the remaining Death Eaters, he was discovered.

Gryffindors hate betrayal even more than Slytherins.

Some embarrassed brown men raised their faces, "Oh, Potter—sir, savior, it is indeed an honor to meet you."

What a familiar tone and content, but it's not the person in front of me back then.He is no longer the man who would get angry and refute these small provocations.

"So, let's get straight to the point, why are you here?"

"Haven't you already understood, Potter, there is no doubt that I am a Death Eater, once, and currently, your prisoner." Zabini said indifferently, as if he had expected such an ending a long time ago, or Yes, compared to the five-year fugitive life, not knowing whether he will die under the Unforgivable Curse of a certain Auror in the next second, Azkaban without dementors will be much easier.

Harry didn't want to have too many verbal conversations with a traitor, and he would ask the same question no matter which Death Eater was captured.

"Do you know where Draco Malfoy is?"

"Draco?" The former Slytherin repeated the man's name, and then he smiled, "Of course, no one knows his whereabouts better than me."

"After all, I was the one who killed him with my own hands."

Something exploded in Harry's head, and the clenched palms were released again, the magic gathered in the fingertips crackling.He didn't think that Zabini would lie under the influence of Veritaserum, but he was a little dazed when someone suddenly crushed his only hope and goal for six years.

lie.

Draco must still be alive somewhere, maybe injured, maybe for some other reason, so he didn't appear in front of him.

He'd rather believe that Draco didn't love him and hate him and hate him than see him again.

He also hated himself, the self who survived in this age, the conspirator and murderer in the name of the savior.

"Details," he heard his own calm, emotionless voice say.

"How simple, Potter, Polyjuice Potion, your hair, the Black family's dagger." Zabini told the facts of the murder easily and calmly, as if he didn't see the substantive magic surrounding the interrogation room, "He The location of his heart is different from that of other wizards, it is in the center of his chest, he is completely defenseless against your face, hugging me, let me easily complete the task assigned by the Dark Lord without any resistance."

All the magic lamps in the cell burst in an instant, and Harry raised his hand. He thought he would spit out the death curse without hesitation, just like every time before, but the curse came to the tip of his tongue, but it turned into a curse. A Remembrance.

All the facts point to the fact that his long-standing nightmare is real.

Harry didn't even know how he left Azkaban and returned to Grimmauld Place. Although it was hot July, it was as quiet and cold as a snowy night in winter.

This is the cruelest birthday gift God of Destiny gave him.

In every pure-blood wizarding family, there are magic items that can indicate the safety of members. Harry's gaze unconsciously fell on the burnt tapestry.

He remembered every picture of the summer vacation in the fourth grade, no doubt about the size, vividly in his mind.

The finger pressed the position of Draco's name, and the golden thread stretched freely under his fingertips, restoring the original appearance.

Draco Malfoy

+1980-1996

six years ago.

In fact, it's not that I didn't find those clues, the body without heartbeat, the body that won't be warm all night, the pale face and purple lips.

It's just that he keeps deluding himself that that's the reason for the racial difference.

Such intense despair almost made him suffocate, his throat felt like a tearing pain, his legs lost the strength to support his body, he could only slide down against the wall, he hugged his knees tightly in time and curled up without feeling his body temperature.

At this moment, the strong shell of many years was completely shattered by reality. In the 22 years of his life, he was knocked down by fate for the first time, and he was defeated.

The flame of the fireplace lit up in the next moment, and he didn't need to look up. He knew who it was, the only person who had turned on the permission of the fireplace, and after that time, Harry didn't deliberately turn it off.

"Harry."

Although Ginny Weasley was only a new member of the Aurors who joined last year, the results of such a sensational interrogation in the afternoon, let alone her, maybe the entire Ministry of Magic knew about it.

"Ginny."

"They're all waiting for you, Harry, happy birthday," Ginny said softly, hugging him.

Hermione came over with an owl last week and told him to go to her and Ron's new house for dinner on the 31st, where they would hold his first birthday party after returning, because Hermione was pregnant and was dismissed by Mrs. Weasley All magical travel and long journeys are forbidden.

Scopes and James were also turning five, and he had barely seen them.

He remembered Parkinson's phrase "life goes on".

Harry Potter only allowed himself this moment of weakness.

"Thank you." He stood up, but Ginny didn't let go of her arms.

"Marry me, Harry," she said.

He could hear her rapid heartbeat amplified in the quiet house.

"I'm sorry." He had known her feelings for a long time, and had been avoiding too much contact, because this was the only answer he could give.

The next second Apparation, the iron gate of Malfoy Manor, which was only visited once when signing after the war, was in front of him.

After five years of escaping, it finally came to the day of confrontation.

He walked step by step along the path paved with white sand. The hedges were carefully manicured. The fountain not far away was also shining with brilliant magic lights, and the white marble buildings stood quietly.

Welcome to his worst nightmare.

He had never officially set foot in this place, especially, after Voldemort's death.

Because here, there are portraits of every generation of dead Malfoys.