[HP] Return late

Draco had mixed feelings when he heard his father talking about Potter, "Mother just promised Professor Snape to take care of Potter, you don't have to worry." He should hate Potter, when he died, alone Lying on the floor of the secret room, his body slowly became cold and stiff with the loss of blood, his breathing also became difficult, he was drowsy and unable to think about anything, but what hovered in his mind was Potter's name—yes, He hated him then, hated him for breaking his promise, hated him for letting himself die alone.The only consolation was that he could have died in the Manor Chamber of Secrets instead of Hogwarts.He didn't want others to see his body and discover the secret of his bloodline.

He heard the noise of the house elves in the chaos, all kinds of healing magic fell on the wound in his heart, surrounded by his magic power, but it was too late, the short-lived warm feeling brought by the healing spell was just a drop in the bucket .The last thing he can do is to let those magical powers return to his body and restore him to a human appearance.

No tail and fins.

"Severus? What happened?" His father quickly asked after hearing his answer.

"The Dark Lord found out that Professor Snape had betrayed. In order not to reveal our current position, he left alone, leaving Potter behind." His heart stopped beating, his life was over, but the touch of his soul and body did not Leaving, he could feel the house-elves crying and changing him into an embalming dress, casting an embalming spell on him, and putting him into a dark coffin.Later, these feelings also disappeared, and he seemed to have fallen into a dreamland full of smoke, an endless white path, someone called his name, his voice was hoarse, and there was also a voice that led and tempted him to leave.

He guessed that it was a passage to another world, and he didn't want to die just because there were still many things to do, questions to ask, and revenge to take.He stubbornly stayed where he was.

A lot of empty time made it easy for him to figure out what had happened—someone had faked his trust in Potter, transformed into him, and stabbed him in the chest.

That person might even be his friend, a Slytherin.

Later, the voice that persuaded him to move forward stopped talking, and he could only hear the voice calling his name, which became clearer and more familiar.

It's Potter.

Over and over again, echoing in that smoky space.

He hated Potter for breaking his promise, but he was also moved by these sad voices.

Can't hate, can't forgive.

"Why is Potter with Severus?"

My father obviously misunderstood it. Potter was not brought here by Professor Snape, but appeared suddenly in the Malfoy family cemetery.

Draco knew very well that he was here for him.He lied.

"He appeared suddenly, and I don't know why."

Father didn't speak any more, the sky was getting brighter, Mafdette appeared in the room, yelled softly, and he was the only one left in the room.

Draco stared at the tumbling cauldron, the tumbling liquid was still bright red, and after twelve hours, adding the keel powder, it would become what he needed.

He stubbornly stayed in that dream, refusing to move.Until the voice that tempted him to move forward appeared again, "If you are willing to completely give up your identity as a human, go back."

He agreed.

"Your time stops at the moment of death."

He woke up from the coffin, without breathing or heartbeat, pale and gloomy like a corpse, with hideous contract magic lines on his chest.He doesn't care about these, as long as he still has magic power and thoughts.He stayed in the Chamber of Secrets, summoning the elves to carry the collection of the Malfoy family library for him.Nowhere to go, nowhere to go, this was his homeland, but it was taken by the Dark Lord and his minions.His father is dead and his mother is also missing.

The only heir can only hide in the secret room, like a rat living in a manor, misappropriating these dark and unknown spaces.

He cut back the pale blond hair that he had treated like a baby in the past, because it might become a burden to him in future battles.It's just that the gorgeous and heavy dead man's dress is still on his body. The weight of the material makes him feel the pressure of being alive, but it can't resist the damp and cold in the secret room.

Those wretched and ugly werewolves stole his belongings, and when the house elves cried to him, he could only keep silent. He couldn't stop soiling his father's favorite seventeenth-century hand-blend rug.

His body was already dead, but Avada was targeting the soul. He didn't dare to take himself as a bet, attacking the Dark Lord in the manor where Death Eaters frequently walked through.

If you fail, there is never another chance.

What's more, he didn't even have a wand in his hand. The unicorn hawthorn wand his mother bought for him had already been broken by the Dark Lord. the identity of his deceased.

Then one day, the house-elf suddenly appeared and told him that his mistress was back, and he ordered the house-elf to take him away. The scorching sun shone on his cold skin, and for a moment he forgot the fact that he was dead.

He crushed the keel into powder, read out the amount he wanted on the balance, and put it in the prepared tray for later use.

Time was approaching the completion stage little by little, and his mother came in to see him twice, wanting him to rest and eat something alive, always forgetting that he didn't need the things that the living only needed.

In fact, he really wants to have someone to talk to him, even if the other party just tells him to listen.

After being rejected twice, the mother never came in again.

The color of the liquid in the crucible was getting lighter little by little, and the time alone made him unable to hold back his wild thoughts.

If the father came back alive, would he have another child with the mother?He would be the one to be let go.

That's okay, as long as the parents are still there, they don't need to care about him anymore.

Draco remembered the last words spoken by that mysterious voice when he woke up.

"You will regret it."

He thinks he has a little bit of regret now, for the unknown future.

He should do a divination.

After all this is over, he will leave, before being given up.

Before hope turned to despair, before he went mad.

He doesn't want to stay at the age of 16 forever.Witnessing the growth of others, but not getting the time to change like that.

Night fell again, and the potion in the huge cauldron turned into a diamond-like color. This time when the mother came in, the savior followed, standing in the shadows, furtively thinking that he hadn't been discovered.

The father who came with the night didn't know that this pot of potion was brewed for him, and was even very surprised, "Sissy, Xiaolong, I'm sorry, I can't come back to life, since I'm already in another country of the people."

"We can try it once. Xiaolong has already boiled the potion, and I have collected all three ingredients." Mother insisted stubbornly.

Father finally agreed.

Mother took a portion of Mr. Gower's flesh from the cemetery, and substituted her own blood for that of the enemy.

"Love and hate are equally strong emotions, I think it's interchangeable, Luca, I never deny that I love you."

He also wants to have someone who loves him like a mother loves a father.

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I went to a wedding at night, and it was already midnight when I came back... I also encountered a disconnection from the Internet. Fortunately, I came to the Internet at 2:10...