HP-Turn out right

Harry had been staying in the corner of the living room, huddled next to a potted plant with large leaves. If you didn't look carefully, it was hard to imagine that there was a person hiding there. He just wanted to hide and not be found by Malfoy.

There are two large floor-to-ceiling windows past the wall connected to the right of the potted plant, and the western sun is very severe. He never used the curtains. He also realized that this could not be Slytherin's dormitory. It was too bright, but no matter where it was, Harry would Can't stand the dark.

He was sleeping most of the time, and Harry's brain would rather sleep in reality and wake up in the dream, at least, he was free in the dream.

When waking up in the daytime, the lack of sense of time made Harry anxious until he learned to tell the time visually.

One day he noticed that the shadow of the window moved on the floor with time, and Malfoy always brought him some food when the shadow was closest to the floor-to-ceiling window. When the pallet leaves, you can roughly calculate a few time periods, which can be divided into today, yesterday, or 4 days later.

Harry refused to move his body, lying on the ground like a lifeless abandoned thing. Ironically, when Malfoy entered and left the room, he always kept a certain distance, as if he was afraid of being attacked by the imprisoned beast, and the difference was clear.

One night Harry was finally woken up by his own smell. Malfoy didn't come back for two days, he didn't force him to maintain hygiene, or touch him. At first, he would involuntarily obey Malfoy's orders, but after a few times, Harry Not sure how much is the result of voluntary obedience, when those "orders" are not too excessive.

I roared to join the war, look now, the flames are dying.

Flashing memories of Malfoy touching him made Harry start to feel sick to his stomach, tears welling up, he forced himself to get up, his feet were weak and he didn't give up, and walked to the bathroom in the dark.

Harry felt better and squinted like a cat when his skin touched the long-lost hot water.

Hermione fights with Ron, about anything and everything about him.His parents, Sirius, and Remus would be proud of him if they were alive. "You are not alone, Harry.This is one of their tricks. 』Dumbledore flashed the light of the glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"I will fight for you." He looked at himself in the mirror, thin, with glowing eyes, wiped away the water vapor with his fingers, and wrote NEVERGIVEUP in capital letters. Words are not just words, if you believe it.

He found a new set of underwear that Malfoy seldom wears. The sleeves and trousers were rolled several times, which made Harry feel a little uncomfortable when he moved, but he soon let go of the tiredness after the activity. The boy quickly closed his eyes and fell asleep, a real "rest" sleep.

Harry was no longer frightened by Malfoy's presence, he began to explore the environment while he was away, hoping to find a chance to escape. Explore the environment, hoping to find a chance to escape.

The room is spacious and ample, even if there are 6 people, it is not crowded. It is divided into 3 areas, the living room, the bedroom and the study room, each with its own door. Except for the four-poster bed, the rest are high-end wooden furniture purchased privately, with a touch of wood Xiang, the interior colors are mainly grey-blue, white and brown, and it is completely unthinkable that a Malfoy will live here.

Harry could move freely in the room, and the bedroom, which was full of painful memories, was removed, leaving only the study and living room.

Compared with Hermione's enthusiasm for studying brick-and-mortar books, Harry mostly reads novels, regardless of the content and genre, and anyone who comes is welcome, as long as the story can make him forget everything in reality.

He often spent the whole day in the study, and Malfoy acquiesced in his presence. He had a rich collection of books, enough to make Harry forget his plight for a while, and there was also plenty of light here. Malfoy seemed to have some kind of fanaticism for the sun.

3.2 Photograph

No matter how exciting the plot of the book in hand, before finishing a chapter, Harry's thoughts shifted to Malfoy's dream again, maybe that stupid blood pact made them establish some kind of connection, he witnessed every nightmare , Immersed in the scene, you know how wonderful it feels to have Voldemort in your head, dead ferret!

The Dark Lord will grasp the darkest and unknown desires in your heart, amplify the energy several times, and make the desires inflate even more. The purpose is to fall and plunge you into the dark world of destruction.He had never talked to Hermione and Ron in detail about what Voldemort was in his mind. They had worried about him for so many years, and Ron and Hermione's eyes were enough for him to bear.

Malfoy's resistance was better than he expected. It really didn't look like a loyal follower should behave. Insomnia made him start to catch up on sleep in the morning. The curtains were not drawn, and he fell asleep under the hot and bright light.He'd know because the bathroom was in the damn bedroom, and the pompous Malfoy didn't lock the door for him to take his wand.

Couldn't find the necessary weapon for a wizard, used to frustrate Harry, thought about smothering him with a pillow, revenge for what he did, let Malfoy suffocate, the white fluffy pillow was there, waiting for him to pick it up .

Then what?Harry found that he couldn't do it, he couldn't cross the ultimate boundary of killing... Maybe it was too weak and compassionate, he believed that if Malfoy suffered from his situation, he would never hesitate at all, but Harry thought he Not such a person, killing people for revenge would not be his choice.

Voldemort is the main enemy. Malfoy in the dream is so restless and scared, his blood flows in his body, clearly conveying the emotions of the original owner...

why should i care

Harry swapped out another thick hardcover book, one of the super-sought-for wizard adventure novel sets, which can be said to be hard to find in the library.

He, Hermione, and Ron once argued over who should read it first. Remembering that his friend made Harry smile wryly, as if no one knew he was here, he quickly wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes. Harry lifted his spirits and put the book away. Back on the bookshelf, he continued to browse, his white fingers lightly brushed the spine of each book, some books sighed or shook to attract attention because of his movements.

"The 14 Quidditch Flying Secrets" Harry covered his mouth, so as not to attract Malfoy's loud laughter. How desperate is it to need this kind of book? En didn't even read it, he wanted to open it and take a look.

"Password for customs clearance?" the book asked coldly

"Uh, Draco Malfoy", "wrong password"

"Little Dragon?" Harry wrinkled his nose and said, "Wrong, do you want to prompt for a password?"

"Uh, ok"

"Badge name for Trinity Witch Fighting Contest" badge, fourth grade nightmarish warrior contest, damn ferret.

"Potter stinks!" Harry snapped.

The book unfolded automatically, and the poems inside appeared without any annotations. The pages were as brand new as white paper. Harry did not give up. He held the book sideways and swung it up and down, but it aroused the anger of the book, and it closed with a bang. Lifting the cover, it caught Harry's finger and fell to the ground.

When he picked it up, a few pages stood out, and Harry pulled them out.A few seconds later, the text on the page slowly faded away and turned into a stack of photos, and the protagonist of each photo was him.

The most astonishing thing is that the photos are all the kind of photos where Muggles can't move. They were all taken in the fourth grade. A few of them were blurred because of the distance. Most of them were photos of Quidditch matches. One is dozing off in Snape's class, and the last one is in the library.

The photographer captures his expression focused on reading, glasses are about to slip off, mouth is slightly open, fingers are stained with black ink, he looks innocent and mature, Harry's cheeks are steaming, the proof of the stalker is still an unfinished prank ?

Embarrassment, doubt, and a little bit of shyness that he didn't want to admit were intertwined in his heart. He stuffed the photo back into the book, holding the last episode of the adventure novel, and sat in the armchair by the window for half an hour. For a long time, I didn't read a single word.

Harry finally put down the book in annoyance, walked into the living room, passed Malfoy's bedroom, the door was ajar, and the person on the bed was a deep sleeper, shirtless, with pajama pants hanging down at the waist, and Harry's cheeks twitched. Fever, he quickly looked away, um, it's one o'clock, Malfoy is really still asleep...

He casually took an apple from the table and took a big bite. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a small square glass jar with amber contents. He turned the screw cap on the top, and a faint floral fragrance came to his nostrils. The next 2 apples were dipped in thick honey or nectar, he was not sure, Harry had a little bit of sugar on the corner of his mouth, and his unknown sweet tooth was very satisfied.

Harry sucked his sticky fingertips and stretched out to the small jar containing jerky. It is normal to change the sweet ones for salty ones, especially the stolen food is more delicious than the bought ones. Harry chewed the rare ones so it was very Expensive wasabi-flavored jerky, didn't notice that the owner of the food was standing behind him with gray eyes.

Draco woke up from a dream in which he brutally killed Harry, almost screaming in horror, heart pounding wildly.

"Hold on, Potter."

He shouldn't be doing this, it wouldn't do any good, and Draco hugged the dark-haired boy from behind, wrapping his arms around the thin shoulders, but he really needed them to be able to stand again.

Malfoy's body temperature was so high and warm, the smell on his body became more obvious due to the distance, Harry couldn't help sniffing, the mysterious pheromones made his knees weak and his throat dry, "Let me go, let me go !" He thought he had made a sound, but it was just a futile imagination in his mind, Harry twisted his shoulders slightly, why did he no longer reject Malfoy's touch, he could move obviously.

"Now..." the dragon made a low and seductive voice, "turn around and put your arms around me." When Draco felt the other boy's arms wrap around his back, he suddenly felt very sad, but he just lowered his head and buried himself in Harry The hollows of his shoulders, soaking up the smell of honey and jerky on his body.

It's completely different from the elegant fragrance of irises on Narcissa, but the memories of when his mother hugged him still come back. Draco's eyes are red, his nose is sore, and he hasn't cried since his mother passed away...the tighter arms wrapped around his body are more Letting the tears quickly encroach on the eye sockets, it hit him completely.

Harry felt the wetness on his skin, and he wasn't sure which was weirder, whether he was "still" holding a topless Malfoy or the fact that he was actually crying, but decided not to comment, after all I was just Follow his orders, don't you, hugging a sad person means nothing.

The tranquility at this moment is better than anything else, those unspoken, unexpressed emotions are roaring invisibly, even thousands of words are not enough to convey, Draco closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and found himself from the nostalgic clouds , leaving the warm arms and chest of another person, stood up, and returned to the floor of reality with both feet.

"Uh, I knew you would have those horrible dreams, I saw it, so I didn't push you away, no, you ordered me..." Harry also woke up from a dream, he scratched his hair, his face flushed Open your mouth, what am I talking about...

The blond boy turned around, with an indifferent expression, and pointed at him with a wand that appeared at an unknown time, "Forget everything."

Harry opened his eyes on the sofa, and he fell asleep just sitting up?

He turned his head to look at the position of the light and shadow on the floor. It was 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Malfoy had already put dinner on the table. Harry didn't think he was hungry, but he didn't remember eating. He shook his head and went back to the study to prepare Read a little novel all night, and this time Harry quickly integrated into the wonderful plot of the book.

3.3 All I want is the taste that your lips allow*

Malfoy brought him food, and several times it would turn up something he liked, how many people would eat noodles on toast?

He didn't believe in coincidences, and Malfoy's familiarity with his eating habits was weird and curious.Malfoy would sometimes ask Harry to eat at the same table with him, and he looked at ease, even though there was only the sound of knives and forks on the table, he completely ignored the embarrassment, and went to bed as usual, ordered to sleep on the sofa in the living room Well, it wasn't a problem, but there was always a strange sense of loss when Malfoy closed the door.

Harry was always thinking about ways to leave. The wand that he couldn't find anywhere greatly reduced the success rate. He once stuffed the note into the rim of the cup, or stuck it under the bowl, and the message for help never came out. Malfoy was quite good at finding any evidence that Harry was trying to escape from the clues, but he never used any malicious words to ridicule him.

Malfoy became a silent activist, only doing things without talking, which made Harry quite unaccustomed, and he couldn't figure out what his intentions were at all. He didn't think that bad things would only end when he was kidnapped, and there would always be worse things to happen. The bad thing is that a lion in captivity can only wait.

When Harry heard that he was going to Malfoy Manor, he dropped the coffee cup in his hand again. The two spent a few days in peace, and he managed to lower his guard against Malfoy a little.

"Throwing things is not a good habit." A calm voice came from the bedroom, accompanied by a well-dressed young master Malfoy, "This is the victim's rights. If you were me, you would have cried to find your mother a long time ago." Oh, my little dragon, there is plenty of money at home, you can break those expensive china as you like, don’t be sad.” Harry squeezed his throat and spoke in a shrill voice, seeing Malfoy’s face livid, he tried his best to talk. A quick counterattack made Harry smile triumphantly.

"You'll regret saying that, Potter," Malfoy told him, stepping forward, grabbing Harry's arm with unnecessary force, and pulling him out the door, pulling Harry, who was only up to his shoulders, Stride to the hiding place of the Vanishing Cabinet.

The Room of Response is extremely large, accumulating the belongings of many generations of students or teachers, including books, experimental equipment, and broomsticks. Outdated classroom tables and chairs are piled up layer by layer, with no end in sight, and the aisles are too narrow due to too much waste Small, only allowing him to pass side by side with Malfoy, his hand on Harry's shoulder the entire time.

Malfoy seemed startled and clung to him as a swarm of uncaged elves flew joyously past them, 6ft 2 so what, still a cowardly ferret at heart, Harry at heart. laughed.

The two walked in silence for more than 10 minutes, and finally arrived at the destination. Malfoy first released the magic of the illusory obstacle, and the bookcase with a height of 3 people atomized and disappeared, revealing an object covered in gray cotton cloth. The cotton cloth was torn off, and a black disappearing cabinet with intricately carved wooden doors appeared.

"What the hell is this for?" Harry asked, watching Malfoy do the test, conjure a living bird with magic, put it in the Vanishing Cabinet and disappear without a trace.

"A passage that connects the inside and outside of the castle. It took me a year to repair it, and the other disappearing cabinet is in Malfoy Manor—"

"So that the Death Eaters can swagger into Hogwarts! Why are you doing that?" Harry interrupted him loudly. "Where is Voldemort, isn't he! Play me before he gets the big prize, you What a disgusting, pathetic scum!" Every word was full of Harry's anger, he didn't want to accept his fate, this shouldn't be the end of his hard work for so long, fighting, not dying without objection!

Malfoy just stood there, looking at him, listening to him snarl, bloody deadpan, in the dim light of the pantry.Harry stared straight at his face for six years, but he didn't know that his heart was so sinister that he was willing to bury the hope of the wizarding world to defeat the darkness with his own hands.

Malfoy had probably heard enough and decided to fight back, walking in his direction with a sharp look on his face, forcing Harry to back straight to the wall.

Instead of hitting someone as Harry had predicted, Malfoy pinched his chin with one hand and raised his face to his own, his gray eyes filled with an intensity that Harry couldn't explain, and his thumb brushed against him. Harry's lower lip, leaning forward, the warm breath sprayed on his face, the atmosphere changed quickly, Harry's brain screamed desperately to push away, push away, push away, but the palm was still resting weakly on the other's chest , Malfoy's heartbeat is also fast...

Then he let go abruptly, and from behind him Harry saw a soft blue light glowing around the floor of the Vanishing Cabinet.

"Abstain from magic, it seems that someone else is here, I'll go and see." Malfoy said stiffly, and then walked away without looking back, Harry stayed where he was, fingers stroking his lips, hell, what happened just now thing?

The sound of objects breaking in front of him interrupted his thoughts and brought Harry back to the present situation. His brain told him that now was a good time to escape, and Harry didn't realize that he was running in the same direction as Malfoy.

*ED-give me love

3.4 The heart of fire is stronger

Harry accidentally ran into Blaise Zabini looking around furtively, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked completely flustered, which was scary. Zabini also seemed to find someone nearby, but he didn't really see Harry. He raised his wand and gestured wildly.

"There are many obstacles! Your body is smashed to pieces!" In the blue-green light, the tables and chairs fell from a height at a slow speed. Harry subconsciously raised his hand to protect himself, but the shattered wood did not hit his body. The wall of flesh threw him down in time.

Malfoy moved quickly, dragged him and hid behind the dilapidated old sofa, he hurriedly handed back Harry's wand and the golden snitch, "When I distract him, I ran to the disappearing cabinet, just now you saw The black cabinet—” Harry took the two items, gripped the lost holly wood tightly, stuffed the snitch into the inner pocket of the robe at will, and at the same time, with a bang, a corner of the sofa was cut off by a curse, Draco tried He used the fixing spell to deal with the old classmate, but was dodged flexibly by the other party.

"Brace, you are completely crazy, stop, don't run!" he said angrily, silently cast a series of spells, Brace knocked out a few, but Draco was better at wizard duels, and soon he could only use defense He cursed himself to protect himself, backed up step by step, knocked down the glass jars on the ground, and made a rattling sound. He staggered, his fingers grabbed the wooden shelf beside him, and helped himself in a state of embarrassment. The two raised their wands to each other. The demon king threatened to kill all neutral families, and my mother was taken!" Blaise's voice rose sharply on the last few words.

"What do you mean? How could this be?" Draco stared at him in shock, "The Dark Lord is very angry that someone betrayed him and imprisoned many old and weak women and children as hostages. He wanted to find out who led the rebellion—" Blaise suddenly Thinking of who the black-haired boy was just now, the lightning scar on his forehead, the only possible answer was pieced together from the chaotic messages in his head, "Malfoy, who is famous for his sloppy walls, really chose the side that is most beneficial to him..." He Said sullenly, with a quick flick of his wand, Draco flew backwards and hit the cabinet, unconscious.

Harry, who had already walked away, did not follow Draco's instructions to go to the disappearing cabinet. He was attracted by a whisper of whispers. Harry turned into a narrow and messy corridor, and the whispers became louder and louder.

The wooden box on the round table, from which the magical and treacherous whispers came from. The echo effect from all directions made Harry's pulse quicken and his breathing quickened. The familiar magic fluctuations filled his head, making the scar on his forehead throbbing faintly. It's the soul piece of Voldemort!

Walking forward, reaching out to pick up the dark wooden box, the whispering stopped abruptly.Harry opened the lid of the box, and inside was a rusted and faded gem crown, and a line of words was engraved on the exquisite bottom frame, "Endless wisdom is the greatest treasure of human beings". The founder of Ravenclaw never thought about his own. The relic may also be the greatest nightmare of mankind, Harry thought, carefully picked up the cursed crown, and was thinking about how to destroy it, when he felt a hot wind blowing, and a group of super-large portraits were illuminated by green light , the animals inside are fleeing in all directions.

The blue-green tongues of flames that belonged to the devil's flame suddenly burst out from around the corner, and began to devour the stacked tables and chairs around Harry. Small flames sprayed everywhere. Harry turned around and started running wildly, turning his head from time to time, using his wand to conjure several towering walls of water As a barrier, to buy time for himself, he turned back to a familiar corner, and the disappearing cabinet was right in front of him.

From the rear left, someone made a painful slap, Harry stopped, "It hurts my heart, for your betrayal." Hearing Blaise said coldly, he looked back hesitantly.

There was a wall of fire between Harry and them. The high temperature and scorching flames towered like a mountain. Draco was still conscious. He noticed that Harry was standing not far away, "Run, Potter! Go to the Vanishing Cabinet! Don't Take care of me!" He yelled, gathered the remaining strength, and kicked Blaise's calf shin, making him wailing in pain, kneeling on one knee, Harry on the other end picked up the worn-out broomstick and flew into the air fly up.

Malfoy's order didn't work as expected again. Although he felt a magical tingling sensation on his skin, the stronger his determination not to go to the Vanishing Cabinet, the weaker the tingling sensation, just like getting rid of the Imperius Curse. "The more I hate the caster, the more powerful it will be"... Don't I hate him enough?

Harry was floating in mid-air, evaluating his next step, heading towards the exit of the Occupancy Room, he could see a sea of ​​blue-green flames, which was not an obstacle to those who could fly, and the location of the disappearing cabinet was relatively close. He wasn't so stupid that he would go directly to die, the choice between the two could not be more clear.

Using both hands and feet, Draco tried his best to prop up his body, climbed up the tall tower of tables and chairs, looked down, and saw the dark green hot devil flames greedily devouring everything under his feet, "Is this what you want? Blaise, Killed alive by my own failed spell!"

Blaise, who was clinging to the adjacent cabinet, replied arrogantly, "At least I can drag you to hell with me!" After saying this, Blaise accidentally stepped on the ground, and let out a high-pitched scream from his mouth, his face Ferocious, he kept waving his hands and feet, and fell backwards, the flames instantly grabbed Blaise.

With a loud bang, a chair fell, and Draco's feet were dangling in the air, only his arms were still barely clinging to the cabinet, trembling slightly due to the weight of his whole body, the wand was in front of him, and he turned his eyes away.

The hot air and smoke squeezed the air in the lungs, making it harder to breathe.

Dad, Dad, I'm sorry I let you down...

The blue-green flames were flying high, less than half a meter from the bottom of his feet, green was his favorite color, the grass on the Quidditch pitch, the sun and flying, Harry...His hands gradually lost strength, and Draco's body slowly slid down.

Finally, Harry, who listened to his inner voice, flew back from approaching the door of the emergency room, just in time to see this scene, his face froze, he gritted his teeth and growled, and swooped down.