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In spite of his objections, Draco left home for half a year.

Counting from the day after the news of Harry Potter's resurrection spread, Lucius never knew where his son fought bravely in the world. Those who received the most advanced tasks of the Aurors often greeted their families with corpses under white cloth. , until the evening of a week ago, he lived in fear every day.

The son was extremely tanned, with bruises on his arms and cheeks, and he returned to the manor in a long journey. If it weren't for the blood curse, the elf might drive him out.

Draco was home, but he wasn't here.

Lucius told him a story about the mysterious green lake in the north: just go there, people can live happily without feeling pain or despair or other shit.

There are dense trees on both sides of the small tributary connecting the Green Lake. Occasionally, unknown bird calls can be heard. After passing through the thick fog, there is an endless lake in front of you. It is full of greenery. The city of elves, the Green Lake, can be seen among the towering trees. Seeing faint yellow lights, soft singing could be faintly heard.

Lucius floated the boat 20 meters away from the shore, watched his son stand aside like a guardian without saying a word, and gave Draco a chance to choose his life.

The wind was blowing off the lake, bringing a terrible, constricting pressure to Draco.

Can't look at your face without thinking about the hurt I did to you, and it hurt me too.

That day... I swore I would do anything to bring you back to life, and this Oro mission is my chance to keep that promise.It's all a combination of mobs, and no one has discovered my true identity.Kill your enemies, protect you, and make sure nothing threatens you anymore.

I choose you to live, my love is not important but the whole reason.I used to think that people who die for love are stupid, when I thought you died, I realized that some people can't lose, the light of dawn shines on you but it's as cold as the night, wizards can't kill themselves, and I'm left with the days of walking dead .

He reached into his pocket and touched a stack of photos with his fingers, the edges were frayed and frayed from frequent touching.

The blank part behind the photo is filled with the sender's scribbled handwriting and childish illustrations, and he can recite all the words verbatim.

First photo: Harry Potter, sweaty and excited, holding up the Snitch, who just won the Championship.

Malfoy: Why did you secretly film me winning the game?Is it used to remind yourself how failed you are? ?Let me start off by saying that I found these photos by accident, I didn't rummage through your stuff.

I sometimes go to your room in the Room of Requirement when I want someone, and if you find mustard-flavored pieces of jerky in one of your books, you know who's responsible.

Hell, we've never schmoozed about ourselves like this before, is it too late to start?I know about the blood contract, don't worry about it, I have a kind heart, and I will never chase you.

There is no signature, and a magic illustration is attached. In the painting, the little blond figure is crying because he lost the game.

Second photo: Fourth grade prom, Harry's clumsy dance moves and awkward smile.

Malfoy: Who took these Muggle photos for you?I look stupid, but you're no better, all black clerical robes make you look prudish.

Where are you, I consider asking your father, and I am confident that he will tell me that there is a string of handwriting crossed out after the word "I", so I can't see what it is.

In short, I'm waiting for the super labor witch test results, I want to be a healing witch doctor, wait, why am I telling you this, you don't even want to come back to Hogwarts, it's okay if you haven't graduated, right?I'm already expressing kindness, you don't even say a fart, it's rude enough.

The third photo: Harry was in the library, lying on the table and fell asleep, with black stains on his fingers, and the black robe on his body was obviously not his own.

Malfoy: So that school robe is yours.Thanks.But please, abort the mission and come back.You have saved me, already the best proof.

I almost died last week, literally, because of you.Fortunately, I'm in St. Mungo's, by the way, did I mention that I'm an apprentice medical wizard now?2 years of apprenticeship, and then pass the qualification test to become a medical wizard.Don't fall into my hands, I will definitely give you the most painful treatment.

Also, we really need to talk, and I don't want to say it in the letter.Come back, right now!

Harry draws himself in the healer's robes.

You didn't die, but I dare not dream of our possibilities, happy endings don't exist in reality.

How could he believe that as long as it was all over, as long as he still loved him, there would be hope, a ridiculous fantasy.

You bring out all the dark, cowardly things in me, and I don't deserve you.

Just a coward who doesn't even want to use a magic wand in a fire scene.Give up easily.I'd rather die than live to feel.

We are people of two worlds, time will dilute immature infatuation, I should, let go, remove myself from your world.

Care so painful.Devour from the inside out.I don't want to feel this!

Draco clenched his fists, not crying, just a twitch in his chest.The boat swayed slightly under their feet, the breeze was gentle, and a turquoise water bird passed over their heads.

The boat advanced several meters to the river bank.

"Malfoy: I really hate you.I've been talking to myself like an idiot for months, why don't you write back? 』The last photo has only one sentence.

An imaginary scene rushed into his head: Harry's slender body was lying on the bed, biting jerky in his mouth, the frame of the mirror was across the bridge of his nose, his green eyes were squinted and thinking about the words of the letter, and his white feet would go up and down Shake it.

Draco's heart ached with nostalgia for this picture, he stood on the bow, weeping loudly, the boat backed up, and when he was back on the small tributary, the blond boy was still whimpering softly.

The address of Malfoy Manor changes at any time, and it does not exist on any map. Unlike other wizarding families, they do not respect the strict protection spells. The iron is all rusted from the inside. The unity of the family is more important than external enemies. .

The manor is only protected by the blood curse. The 1000-acre manor is located on a small hill at the moment, surrounded by trees and surrounded by mountains.

At noon, in a room with huge arched windows and black and white diamond-shaped floor tiles, there was a three-person-high cabinet with intricately carved wooden doors in the center. Gently pushed away from the inside, a foot wearing old sneakers tentatively placed on the floor, waited for a few seconds to confirm safety, and then climbed out of the cabinet.

The man adjusts the straps on his shoulders and checks to see if his little stowaway passenger is safe, the baby still asleep, making it through the adventure.

"Trouble is coming, Malfoy," Harry announced.

He passed a few empty rooms with white cloth-covered furniture, nearly tripped over a low table, and cursed indecently. No one or elf spotted him, and Harry wondered if there had been a fatal mistake in destination.

He passed the corridor with the same arched windows, where the large plants were shining green in the sunlight, and found that there was a staircase going down at the end, and the walls were covered with gold-framed portraits of a group of blond-haired Malfoy ancestors.Harry lifted the invisibility cloak on his body, and they all poked out their proud noses, watching him secretly through the slits of their eyes, "Sorry for coming uninvited, I'm Harry Potter, and I'm a friend of Draco Malfoy..." Haha Leigh said a little awkwardly.

A man who looked like Lucius Malfoy told him that Malfoy and his son were not at home, and told him to stay in the rightmost room on the first floor.

Malfoy's house is full of long corridors with geometric pattern carpets, large windows, and chandeliers. Harry saw a dragon-shaped wall lamp and decoration on the end wall of the second floor. He wondered if it was Malfoy there. Fu's room.

He entered the room mentioned in the portrait, one and a half of which was connected to the greenhouse. Harry chose a place where he could see the lotus pond. The place placed him to sleep soundly, and only at this time was his lovely daughter like an angel.

There is a large pot of irises on the ground next to it, and the smell is pleasing to the nostrils. There is a blank, frameless canvas on the wall with a wallpaper of elegant irises and swans. This is very similar to the room where the hostess entertains guests. Malfoy was his favorite Malfoy so far.

The little elf, who came late, brought tea and snacks. She didn't know when the master would arrive home.

When all the Malfoys entered the room, Harry had his back to them, a light blue towel on his right shoulder, humming a ditty he made himself up, holding the baby and patting her on the back so she could digest what he had just finished drinking. of milk.

Harry turned around and met Draco's eyes, blushing, who froze and stood in the doorway.

Lucius pulled his son's arm back into the room, and looked at the little baby out of the corner of his eye, with blond fetal hair and greenish eyes. He gestured to the portrait of his wife with his eyes.

"Which lady is honored to be married to you, Mr. Potter." Naxisha said, the portrait's velvety voice cut through the awkward silence, the longest 30 seconds in Harry's life.

Draco sat on arms and legs across from Lucius, looking down at the home's never-altering geometric rug, his father whispering for more tea, Harry sitting on his side on the couch, jaw resting, biting the cuff of his left hand , Naxisha raised his delicate eyebrows and coughed.

"I have to make it clear first, ma'am, I'm hiding her from you to protect her safety." Harry said in a more urgent voice than expected.

Lucius put down his teacup and frowned at the visitor.

"She's Olvera Potter. Her last name could be Malfoy."

Draco's upright body froze on the sofa, looking at Harry head-on for the first time, without any response.

"Ovira's other father was Draco Malfoy," Harry said softly.

The men stared at him in disbelief. In the portrait, Naxisha first covered her mouth, stretched her neck within the allowable range, and begged to see the child. Harry readily agreed. She looked at the baby and the boy eagerly, as if extremely Hope I can touch them.

"Can I hug her?"

Lucius asked after the initial shock subsided.

Harry didn't expect Lucius to make such a request. He examined the middle-aged man's face and noticed the hope in his eyes. This former Death Eater looked like a normal person, ready to be a spoiled granddaughter. grandfather.

Halliel reminded him of the correct technique of holding the baby. After the new grandfather understood it, he took the baby skillfully. The baby girl felt the magic of kind blood relatives. She opened her big green eyes and yawned. With a small toothless mouth, Lucius showed a rare smile to his granddaughter, and the eyes of Naxisha's portrait were blurred with tears.

Draco looked calm, Harry took the courage to approach, he was haggard and restless, his gray eyes were bloodshot, Harry felt a strange sore heart, stretched out a hand to brush the white hair on the other's forehead, De Laco was taken aback and seemed to want to get up, Harry paused and withdrew his hand.

"I apologize for Draco's behavior, Harry, I can call you Harry," Narcissa said softly, Harry turned to look at the hostess, and nodded his head, "He is not in a good condition, since …after all this is over. It doesn’t seem like a good fit for the post-war days.”

The boy's father nodded grimly in agreement "I don't know how you get through these things, Mr Potter".

An understatement, but it didn't matter, Harry shrugged, quickly patting his daughter with a towel in front of Lucius's expensive robes, spitting milk.

Naxisha laughed and talked about the parenting experience. Lucius seemed to be well adapted to the topic of the mother's experience, but secretly drank tea mixed with bourbon under Naxisha's nose, listening to the conversation between the two seriously. one go.

It wasn't until Lucius emptied the flask that Draco finally reacted.He got up and walked into the greenhouse without a word.

Draco dragged a struggling plant, the sharp blades left several bloodstains on his wrist.

The small knife decisively cuts the slender leaves and seeds, and stacks them neatly in bundles. The seeds are poured into the ceramic mortar, and the pestle automatically takes over the grinding work. The alembic glass vessel on the other side of the long table begins to boil and bubble After Koe confirmed that the temperature was the correct number, he carefully removed the smoking extract and added the finely chopped leaves and seed powder.The medicinal materials in the crucible must be rotated clockwise 13 times before the pure substance after distillation can be fused.

Draco placed the newly completed Elixir of Dreamlessness in the basket to be given to St. Mungo, who expected to donate the Galleons he earned to Hogwarts.

The Ministry of Magic forcibly confiscated several of Malfoy's vaults, and kindly left them this property, which will not cause economic problems. Lucius, who always predicts the opportunity, still keeps his ancestors who have a deep connection with Muggles in the past. With a bearer vault, Malfoy and his son can spend the rest of their lives comfortably without working.

Draco had to find something to do, the delicate steps of the magic potion brought him back some peace, mastering the ingredients and following the steps would bring the right result and not disappoint.

Harry and the baby, his daughter, our daughter...new, frightening situation, he wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, he needed to be calm.

Draco started to set up another crucible, picked the herbs he needed from the potted plants on each level of the wooden shelf, and placed glass dishes of different sizes in a row in the order of putting them in.The medical antidote was more difficult than he imagined, and Draco cursed at the miscalculated formula, flustered, not sure if the potion could cool itself.

"Go away, go away, let a professional come!" A smiling voice yelled, the warm body leaned closer, the white fingers took the long handle of the cauldron, and the other hand cast a spell with the wand to cool the potion, different medicinal materials The splits flew and landed in the correct amount, but the pot was still smoking hot white smoke, which eventually caused a small explosion.

Draco held Harry safely in his arms as the caustic drug splashed on his arm, leaching several bloodshot wounds.

Harry used a highly effective but painful healing spell, which made him hiss, "Can't you be lighter!" Draco said disapprovingly.

"You're being overwhelmed," Harry retorted.

"Before you intervene improperly, I can still control it."

Harry showed a smirk comparable to his, and glanced at the notes on the table, "The antidote depends on the weight of the poisoned person. You overcounted the amount of belladonna. You undercounted the amount of hydrangeas and blue mandala as the middle." And the amount."

"You're not a medwizard, Potter. Not convincing."

"A person who has not graduated has no right to despise him."

Draco fell back, raking his hair irritably.

"You know some cuts don't bleed, but do more damage. Do they take longer to heal?" said Harry, looking at him, and the blond boy avoided his gaze, and went back to working on the antidote.

Harry frowned at him using fire and handling medicine in the traditional way. "Where's your wand?" he asked, stepping aside and starting to assist with the ingredients.

Draco gave him a deep look, "It's gone." His new magic wand was banned from being used because of too many killing spells.

Harry rolled his eyes and didn't ask further.Without waiting for the other party to speak, he automatically handed Draco the equipment he needed, filtering and stewing, cutting and stirring, and the tacit understanding was excellent, which was not comparable to that of St. Mungo's experimental partner with whom he had collaborated more than 50 times.

Harry consciously chose to talk about the Quidditch World Cup to be held in the middle of the year. Draco's inconsequential answers and tactical harangues made Harry want to punch him.

The two of them were so close that the brush of their arms, the touch of their fingertips would make Harry's ears burn, and he couldn't help but want to get closer to Draco.

Draco was reluctant to drive people away, even if the people around him had a strong sense of presence, and kept sending messages of "Pay attention to me, look at me," he stared at the note that was scratched again and again, and the number part could not be seen due to ink stains. Clear, had to start over.

The two missed a small step because they were not paying attention.

The cauldron didn't explode this time, its contents turned into a thick green mixture, and Harry flicked his wand, and the failed antidote vanished instantly.

"Convinced you're still hanging out with losers? Why don't you go to your Savior's Club?" Draco said sarcastically.

After tidying up the messy tabletop, the brick book for healing black magic plants hit a small wooden box and slipped to the ground.

Harry walked over, and before Draco could stop him, picked up a photograph from the box, the edges protected with Velcro, but still somewhat curled up.

He counted them, and there were 7 photos in total. "If you don't want to reply, why keep these?" Harry asked.

Draco sat on the chair and looked at him with a frustrated expression, "I don't know either."

No one accepts vague answers.

Standing in front of him, Harry was able to look down because he was sitting, and he stretched out his hand to lightly cover the joint of Draco's neck, and stroked his cheek gently with his thumb, "You're not a loser. It's not your fault .”

Draco thought he was talking about the antidote, "Whatever. I'll do it without you." He shook off Harry's hand and gestured to his feet.

Harry held him down, leaned slightly, opened his arms, and hugged the blond boy, "No, I mean, everything that happened was not your fault." He said gently.

Draco struggled vigorously, and Harry used some strength to hold him, pressing on his chest, "It's not your fault." Repeated this sentence over and over*.

Draco let out a wail like a wounded animal, no longer resisting, buried himself deeper into Harry's petite body, and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I'm, really, sorry." Came a trembling voice.

"It's okay, it's okay. I forgive you."

"what?"

The boy looked up at him, surprised and in disbelief.

"I forgive you, Draco. Please forgive yourself too." Harry bowed his head, whispering at the corner of his mouth, touching his lips lightly.

Draco froze for a moment, his heart beating violently.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't form his words in an organized way, and he couldn't help the other party's vague temptation. The palm of his hand immediately attached to the back of his head, and he opened his mouth fiercely to grab it. His lips and tongues intertwined, like a long-time lover pouring out his love. .

Harry's legs were weak, and he straddled the other's lap. Draco kissed him eagerly, as if there was no tomorrow, and the boys looked at each other's panting faces.

Almost at the same time, their lips were pressed together again, Draco grabbed his waist with his palms, and Harry wrapped his hands around his neck, chasing and sucking with their tongues, struggling to kiss each other breathlessly.

He bit Harry's ear and ground his teeth, and he cursed all the pain Harry had caused him, feeling so small and helpless.

Harry let out a choked sound, palms running through his sweaty hair, Draco's fingers lingering over the voluptuous waistline and a pale scar running across the lower abdomen, "Olvera was born by C-section because her heartbeat was slow." Harry said.

"God, I—" He sealed Draco with a kiss, swallowing the words.

The pain didn't go away, the pain inside remained but there was joy, Harry was here, and this was where he belonged.

//The following parts cannot be published//

"Amazing, isn't it." Harry kissed Draco lightly on the cheek, "I love you so much... er, damn, you know what I mean." Draco chuckled, sat back in his chair, and the two of them snuggling, Harry's arms around his neck

"Fool," Draco said.

"Idiot," Harry shot back.

Both of them had teasing eyes, Draco leaned close to him, and opened a lingering kiss, "You will be the cause of my death." He said hoarsely, he was like a boat in a storm, finally found his anchor anchor.

"Oh, my pleasure." Harry smiled slyly, he certainly didn't expect sweet words from the other party, after all, Draco had already proved that he loved him with his actions, so he knew he was very, very lucky.

The author has something to say: 1. The plot of crossing the river: from an American novel: THETHINGSTHEYCARRIED/Taiwan translation: Bearing Weight/Author: Tim O'Brien.It's a bit shameless to apply someone else's before there is a better scene...

2. *The lines are from Goodwillhunting/American movie

3. I tried my best but still sensational xdd