[HP] Dali's Bread

The dementors fled in panic.

And Yaxley was also stunned.

Draco's hands trembled slightly, the fear of being discovered by the Death Eaters and the pleasure/feeling of reversing the rest of his life hovered in his heart.

"Damn it, my hands are shaking a little bit, damn it. I've forgotten all about it." He calmed down a little, and made a forgetting spell, which wiped away the memory of Yaxley coming here.

"Come on." Draco sprinted towards the door, followed by two silver pine martens of different sizes, "Kreacher, throw him as far away as possible—don't let him wake up." .”

"Sirius..." Dali glanced back, Sirius was weakly lying on the ground, Kreacher was kneeling beside, the snow-white towel was covered with some dust.

When she turned her head again, she fell into darkness, twisting and twisting for a while, and when she saw the scene again, she returned to her home on Privet Drive.

"Take care of yourself first." Probably because of nervousness or fear, his hand was surprisingly strong, which hurt her, and then he collapsed into the sofa again, with his head thrown back, leaving a bruise on his pale face. Thin beads of sweat.

"Harry had an accident at the Ministry of Magic. Yaxley almost caught him. He probably disapparated with them, so they ran away again after seeing NO.12." Dali thought about the situation.

"Obviously, yes."

"Would you like a glass of water?" Dali was also in a state of confusion, she stood there a little at a loss, "Can't we go to Grimmauld Square again?"

"Come here." Draco's eyes were still on the ceiling, the light circle of the incandescent lamp was a little dazzling, and the pupils illuminated were slightly sore. He slowly closed his eyes, and opened them quickly when he sensed someone approaching, looking at her like Like a timid little animal, he wrapped his arms around him and put his head on his upper arm.He poked her forehead with his fingers and pushed her away, and then stretched out his arms to hold her firmly in his arms. At this time, he didn't know whether he was more vulnerable or she became unbearable, and the sweat of fright stuck to her. It made people feel uncomfortable to take off their clothes, but both of them kept silent, after all, just now, they were so close to a terrible death.

"If I die, it must be you who killed me, Dursley." Finally he spoke first, full of pleasure and exhaustion after the catastrophe.

"I'm under a lot of pressure when you say that..." Dali trembled, and then buried her head in his chest for a while.

"Look at me." Dali's hair was pulled back, forcing her to meet his gaze. She found that he had never covered up his slightly evil and slightly crazy little hobbies since a certain moment. Biting her light-colored lips fiercely, until the blood was entangled in his tongue, "I tell you, that's what I want to tell you, Dursley—ha... Even if I die , I will let you live, I will definitely let you live, let you struggle with the guilt for me in the cracks of pain and grief for the rest of your life, you will never be able to forget me, and you will never be able to let go of it forever."

She knew that he was serious, and his feelings for a person were not only love, but also some necessary hatred.She loves him, loves his judging the situation and his natural pride, and she also hates him, hates his selfishness and small belly.This intuitive love and hatred cast Draco's place in her heart, which was very strange and special, and no one could compare to him.

"You know that many things can't go as you wish now, right?" She broke through the sea level from this drowning-like kiss, and breathed in the free air, every syllable made her feel that the wound was hard She pulled her nerves violently, "Draco...I also want to explain, you must be disappointed, I will not let you see me like that, I want you to live, live with me, Then look at how wonderful my life is!"

She cried after she finished speaking, she changed a lot, she was no longer like a crying bag, but she just couldn't help it, she couldn't stop being afraid, it's better to think deeply, if these vows turned into bubbles in the end, and turned into nothingness , where will they go, will they become like those pearly white ghosts in Hogwarts?Or disappear forever?

Draco didn't continue to stay close to her, but rested his chin on her shoulder, gently stroking her back, like coaxing a child, tender and fragile.

Suddenly, a silver-white otter came in from the kitchen window and stood in the middle of the living room. They subconsciously pulled out their wands and pointed at it, but none of the Death Eaters could cast the Patronus Charm.

Just when they were wondering, the otter spoke up, and he said in a Hermione voice: "We are all safe and the locket is here. I'm sorry I can't go to Grimmauld Place, no need to reply, next We have to go separately."

After talking about the Patronus, she disappeared without a trace. Dali whimpered again suddenly, and wrapped her arms around Draco's neck. She thought it was the Death Eaters, but she was terrified when they discovered their relationship with Harry.

"It's okay, I cleared his memory, he won't remember us..." He put his arms around her, comforted her in a low voice, and repeated the words again, "It's really okay, trust me The spell..."

"But it wasn't that he touched the steps of that house, Hermione and the others would have leaked the secret, and the Loyalty Curse would be useless?"

"I suppose so, but we needn't worry until the Dark Lord comes to us, and wait for school to start."

In the next few days, fortunately, no Death Eaters brought any bad news. They went shopping for daily necessities like normal couples. From the telegram-like communication, she knew that he was also homesick, but he didn't choose to go back because of her.Fortunately, they are all safe.They also went to Diagon Alley to order the Daily Prophet, and within a few days they received the news that Snape would succeed Hogwarts as the new Headmaster.

In the newspaper was a large photograph of a familiar man with a hooked nose and dark hair staring at them.

"Did Dumbledore ever tell you that Snape will replace you?" Daly looked at the headline of the first edition, "Severus Snape Takes Over as Headmaster of Hogwarts", Eyes turned to Draco again.

"No, he wasn't there when we were talking, maybe, maybe not, the man is still hiding in the dark. But I can't communicate with Snape, even if he did, he doesn't need to tell us, after all, there is one more People who know his life are one step closer to Avada, and if they make a mistake, we will die."

"That's true." She put away the newspaper, and went to look through the family tree that was almost torn by her again. She didn't expect to prove any blood from it, but just needed a little diversion of attention that could give her hope.

"I've been meaning to ask, did you notice the Patronus that day?" Draco sat next to her again, putting away her family tree, turning her head with his hands so she met his gaze.

"Hermione's?"

"Of course not! I say mine."

"I was too scared at the time, I didn't see it clearly, it seemed the same? But isn't ours similar?"

Draco's face froze for a moment, and he could only start to ask himself: "My Patronus has turned into a pine marten."

"Oh, it's the same as mine!" Dali giggled, then pulled his handcuffs off, turned on the TV and began to tune to her favorite program.

"Huh?" Draco Waiting for Praise Malfoy's face froze again, and he asked in disbelief, "It's over?"

"Huh? Otherwise?" Dali tuned to a talk show she was interested in, and put down the remote control.

He couldn't imagine having a Muggle-bred girlfriend with so much to explain, and even though they were 17, she was a moron, which added little interest/interest to it other than anger!

"When only one person loves another person, his patron saint changes into another one! Do you understand? That is to say—I, I—" He stared at her face and suddenly couldn't say the following He felt that he was much more shy than admitting that he liked her in front of Knott in the auditorium at the age of 15. Admitting that he liked her was easy, but even just admitting the word love in front of her was too difficult, especially for her He also looked like he was watching a good show.

"What's your expression?" Draco caught her sly eyes and avoided the words, "Don't you think it's... touching?"

"I'm waiting for you to finish before I'm moved." She shrugged in a nonchalant manner.

"How can you be so heartless? Let any girl cry out of emotion!" He began to criticize her, so that he could skip the topic of "I love you".

"Why am I so heartless? I told you that I love you, but you haven't said that, okay! Woohoo, I'm crying! You love me so much!" She made gestures as she spoke. Pinch out a few fake tears.

"Then can you not speak in a weird way?"

She waded into his arms with a playful smile, patting her belly like a seal, playing a strange rhythm, like a cute little beast.

Draco had nothing to say, and what followed was the two becoming one they had always been doing.

It was as if they had enjoyed so much happiness, but the happiness spell would always lose its effect. When the school day came, it was the first time that Dali felt so uneasy in front of platform nine and three quarters.After all, they really have nothing to do with the proof of pedigree.

Some students have already passed the inspection and boarded the express, and then some Muggle-born people may be blocked outside the train, waiting for instructions, and there are even fewer first-year students, because some Muggle-born people have been banned from enrolling.

"Draco Malfoy, isn't it?" A tall wizard was looking at the student list, glanced at Draco, "Go up."

Draco glared at him, pulled Dali onto the train, but was stopped by him again.

"what happened?"

"You can, she can't—Dally Dursley, right? Do you have any proof of pedigree?"

"Uh, Bo...uh, that, Lovegood? I'm Luna Lovegood's cousin." She couldn't help but almost wanted to talk about the Potter family, but when she thought that Harry was now a magical Department of Most Wanted, doesn't work.

"Well, do you have any proof of blood?"

"I, maybe I can..." She originally wanted to ask Luna to help her, but she hesitated because she was afraid that Luna would be involved in her, "My mother is a squib, as Dumbledore said... ..."

"Is there any proof of blood? Except for dead people." The staff was obviously impatient.

"Hey, I'm Draco Malfoy." Draco kept Dali behind him, but the man was taller and darker.

"Well, I know you are."

"Malfoy."

"so what?"

"I'm taking her to school."

"Oh, I don't think it's going to work. Well, Mr. Malfoy, please get in the car quickly, Dursley, you stay among those people, and we'll have you go to the Muggle Birth Registration Committee for trial later, don't worry, We are very fair, if you can show proof, we will definitely let you go to school." He said coldly, "Next!"

"I'll go with you, I'll go home and tell my dad to let him discuss it with Snape, or let him talk to the Dark Lord—" Draco said hastily seeing Dali being pulled aside.Dali knew that he had done this before, but it didn't work. Voldemort didn't want to make life easier for any Muggle-born, including her. If she really entered Azkaban, as long as he needed her Just let her out, mentally unstable, easier to control, isn't it?

"Mr. Malfoy, hurry up and find your seat." The staff of the Ministry of Magic urged, "Young wizards must go to school. This is a requirement of the Ministry of Magic. Don't make things difficult for us."

"Wait a minute!" He replied impatiently, and immediately whispered to Dali: "Try to delay, trust me, trust me, I have a solution."

He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, so he kissed the back of her hand, squeezed her fingertips, and quickly boarded the train.

She was immediately taken away by a skinny Death Eater who was rooted in the Ministry of Magic. Along with several other students, she entered the Ministry of Magic. The Fountain of Brothers has been transformed into a huge black stone statue. , there is a beautifully carved throne, which is actually a pile of stone human bodies, hundreds of thousands of human bodies: men, women and children, all of which are relatively stupid and ugly in appearance, with twisted and squeezed limbs.A witch and a wizard sat on it, looking down at Ministry workers rolling out of the fireplace.At the bottom of the statue are inscribed several foot-high characters: MAGIC IS Might.

No trip to the Ministry of Magic had ever made her feel better.

The students followed them into the hallway in front of the courtroom where she had been tried once, colder with every step she took as if she had fallen into a fog.The cold air poured into her throat, piercing her heart and lungs.She felt a sense of helplessness creeping over her body, a few dementors lurking above the courtroom, as if preparing to send them to Azkaban if they didn't have a favorable case.

The Muggle-born wizards who had been called to appear in the court huddled together in fear, shivering on the hard wooden benches.Many covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to fend off the greedy jaws of the dementors.Some were accompanied by family members, others sat alone.

Dali and several other students were on the other side, and most of them were quite frightened. Many of them might be meeting each other for the first time. No one was going to introduce themselves, but they all cuddled together.

She's probably the only Slytherin in here, she thought.

In freezing silence, the door of a courtroom opened to the left of the corridor, and an echoed shout was heard.

"I, I'm a half-breed, you go and check, you go and check my grandma! I am!" But no one responded to him, and two dementors took him away.

Umbridge, the pink toad monster, appeared in front of the door, and she took a fancy to Dali at a glance, and gave her a sweet smile.

"We meet again, Dali!"

Dali didn't answer, but she smiled even more happily, "I thought we would meet, I wanted to ask you first, but I have to follow the rules, next one, Tara Hill!"

Time passed by, several people were taken away by the dementors, and only one person was acquitted. Everyone's eyes seemed to see life-saving straws, and they all wanted to ask how he proved himself Yes, but under the surveillance of the dementors, no one dared to move.

"Okay, Dali Dursley, come in, my student." The little lady in pink said sweetly with a smile.

Dali walked in with no expression on her face. She was so affected by the dementor that she almost lost her sanity. She was thinking about the possibility of escaping here, but would any Auror kill her directly.

This was not the last court where she was interrogated on the grounds of abuse of magic. Although the ceiling was the same height, it was much smaller than that room, and there was a sense of horror like being at the bottom of a deep well.

There were more dementors here, and a chill settled over the room.Like faceless sentries, they stood in the farthest corner from the high interrogation table.Behind the railing on the podium sat Umbridge, a big, silver, long-haired cat pacing up and down the bottom of the podium, where he was supposed to protect the prosecutors from feeling the emanations of the dementors. of despair.Hopelessness is felt by the accused, not by the interrogator.

"Sit down," said Umbridge in her sweet voice.

"Dally Lily Dursley, right. Oh...seems like you went back for another year of school." She asked knowingly.

"Your mother is a housewife and your father is a department head of a Muggle company?"

She nodded, and her sanity was taken away again.

The fluffy silver cat is pacing up and down, becoming brighter and warmer, which only makes the Patronus change when it is happy.

"It seems that you have no blood relationship with wizards. Can you tell me how you obtained the magic power?"

"I haven't." Draco wasn't here yet, which made her dizzy.

"You're lying!" she exclaimed. "It's impossible for a man like you to be magical!"

"Then do you want to try?" Dali said hollowly, there was some black substance stirring under her feet.

"The dementors are watching! You can't prove it!"

"She can prove it—" the door of the interrogation court was pushed open with a bang, "I can prove it to her!"

She saw the familiar pale gold.

And, a grey-haired old man with tinsel hair, imposing like a rainbow.

He wore glasses, and behind the dirty lenses, his blue eyes were bright and piercing.

It always reminded her of someone else.

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Jumping repeatedly on the boundary of sweet abuse.

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Riddle: Cowardly little trash.

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Yulika: I still broke my oath - I drew Tom Riddle, the beautiful and bad boy.

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Riddle's life has been chasing the apex of power, his life teetering on the edge of madness.

And all my life, I couldn't leave him from the beginning to the end.

——Yulika

She is a thorn, will be my thorn.

— Riddle