[HP Twins] Death Brothers

In the evening, Mrs. Weasley took out food from the kitchen and put it on the dining table, "The attack of the Death Eaters seems to have paused, but St. Mungo is almost full of wounded people."

"Yes, so far, we've only had one confrontation." Arthur Weasley said to the cutlery Molly handed him.

"How's the situation on your side, Senard? Where's the comatose Auror?"

"It hasn't improved at all, and Arnold is completely helpless. An expert in plague magic is urgently needed now, but all the information related to this magic is gone."

Several people fell silent, Harry looked at the crowd, "But the Hogwarts students have all recovered, maybe we should ask Madam Pomfrey for advice."

George sat at the dining table, fiddled with green beans and mashed potatoes, "Why don't you think it might be a problem with St. Mungo's Hospital?" He was still thinking about the problem of emotional candy, and said absent-mindedly.

"It's impossible. St. Mungo's Hospital will always be neutral and will not participate in battles. They only respect life." Senard Wayne retorted.

"Then maybe they are serving the god of death now, isn't the end of life just death?" George sarcastically said.

Sennard Wayne put down the spoon, he stood up, looked at George, "You shouldn't slander medical workers like this." He dropped this sentence and left 12 Grimmauld Place.

Harry watched his leaving back and didn't say anything, and Ron, as an Auror who was still out of his mind, didn't say anything.

Hermione wanted to save the damn atmosphere, but felt that what George said made sense, "St. Mungo's Hospital, yes... well, I mean St. Mungo's is indeed the blind spot of our patrol. And since George's The monitor, oh...is that alchemy item that can monitor people's whereabouts. After installing it, the Death Eaters seemed to avoid it on purpose, and every wounded person was sent to St. Mungo's Hospital in the end."

Arthur suddenly realized a problem, he looked at Harry, and couldn't help but feel that his eyes would be attracted by the strange-colored bangs, "The conclusion of the soul contract can make two people feel telepathic It will affect each other's personalities." Then he looked at Harry with some concern, but he didn't mean to blame at all.

Hearing Arthur's words, everyone fell silent, and Harry suddenly blamed himself, as if he was excluded from the Order of the Phoenix and no one told him the plan because he had Voldemort's Horcrux in his body.He stood up a little rudely, turned and went back to the room.

"Draco Malfoy, who the hell are you?!" Harry pushed down everything that could be seen in the room, and beat the ground in a messy room.

"Old Kreacher." He decided something, and called the old house-elf in the house.

After Hermione and Ron heard the movement in Harry's room, they ran upstairs to close the door and called Harry carefully, "Harry, don't hurt yourself, it's not your fault."

They spoke reassuring words for a while, until there was no movement in the room, and no response from Harry.

Hermione winked at Ron and opened it with an arahho.The room had been cleaned, so it was clear at a glance that Harry was not in the room, and the doors and windows were locked.

That means someone Disapparated in this room, who took Harry?Or did Harry leave on his own?Hermione really wanted to point Harry's nose and growl at him, who said he wasn't an impulsive person anymore?Say you have grown up?

Harry had cast the Blinding Charm on himself, and he couldn't control the force very well without a wand, so now his eyes were watering uncontrollably.He held Kreacher's hand in one hand, which was dry and thin, and the other eye was still wiping tears.

"Take me to Draco, old Kreacher," Harry ordered.

"Oh, yes, Kreacher is going to take Master to look for Young Biao, Kreacher sincerely wishes for your union."

Harry had corrected Kreacher many times not to call his Master, "Shut up, Kreacher." When he said that, the old Kreacher finally shut up too.

He moved his steps, as if he was stepping on a soft carpet, walking on it, he would not feel his steps lightly, he felt as if he was walking in a corridor, there would be a window every few steps in the corridor, because he felt The light hit his face, it was warm.There is a clean and comfortable smell in the air.

When he finally reached a door, old Kreacher stopped.

Harry didn't intend to knock on the door, he pushed open the invisible door, but when his hand touched the wooden door, he still felt the very complicated patterns on it.

Someone is in this room, he feels that this room is very big, there is a fireplace, and there should be someone sitting on the sofa, he may be flipping through the Daily Prophet, "Are you Draco Malfoy?"

"Harry." Draco said the name in a tone that was almost a sigh, but when he saw that Harry's eyes were out of focus and tears were still on his face, he finally strained his pretended expression. Indifferently, he stood up and walked in front of Harry.

Harry felt that his nose was filled with a cold fragrance, which had the fragrance of oranges and the bitterness of tobacco. Harry frowned and said to the person in front, "Please don't come so close to me."

Draco looked at Harry, could it be that they had removed the love potion?He has been careful not to go out, wearing gloves, how did they get the "antidote"?

"Oh, did the savior come to question why I used the soul contract to keep you from being with Ginny Weasley?" Draco took the initiative to take a step back.

"Since you bring it up, do you want to give me some compensation? Since you are Draco Malfoy, are you a Death Eater? What is your conspiracy?"

This was the second time Harry had confirmed his identity, and Draco noticed that the corners of his eyes seemed to be out of focus, and he glared at Old Kreacher, "Who hurt Harry, what happened to his eyes? "Draco knew Harry wasn't in the war.

"It's Kreacher's fault. It's all Kreacher's fault. Little Master Harry used magic on himself. Kreacher failed to stop Little Master Harry. Kreacher deserves to die."

"Shut up, Kreacher." Harry ordered impatiently, but he didn't let go of Kreacher's hand, which made it easier for him to escape from here at any time.

"Why are you doing that?" Draco glared at Harry, though the latter couldn't see him.

"Why should I tell you?" Harry replied without flinching.

"Did you forget me?" Draco said, thinking that the side effect of the anti-love potion was that Harry would forget himself.

Harry didn't want to answer the question, but he nodded anyway, sensing the other's sadness.He couldn't tell Draco that his love potion wasn't off, but Draco didn't seem like Ron had told him - a vile, unreasonable man.

"That's fine." Draco took another careful look at Harry, "If a conspiracy can be said directly, it's not a conspiracy." Draco spoke in a tone like reciting poetry.

"Harry Potter, stay in Black's old house and don't come out."

"What do you mean? So did you see my memory and tell the Death Eaters not to come out and act?" Harry asked the question in his heart.

"What?" Draco hesitated for a while, then smiled, "What do you think a soul contract is? It can only perceive vague emotions."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the effect of the Blinding Curse was about to disappear. After all, although he felt that his magic was stronger after that battle, the effect of wandless magic could not last long.

"Maybe you can leave the Death Eaters, I don't think you're evil."

Draco stretched out his hand at this time, his voice was deep and magnetic after undergoing a voice change period, and he answered the question in a low voice: "Hello, I'm Draco Malfoy, I can know You? Harry Potter."

Although Harry couldn't see it, he felt extremely embarrassed, but he didn't refuse, he stretched out his hand directly, and even he didn't know that Draco also extended his hand, and Draco had already held it.

He felt that his face seemed to be a little hot, and he didn't know if he was blushing. He nodded awkwardly, "Don't be naive, Draco Malfoy, we knew each other before, but I just forgot it now."

After Harry finished saying this, he broke away from Draco's hand and let Kreacher take him back to 12 Grimmauld Place, where he got a lesson from Hermione and Ron, but he didn't frustrated.

The next day, the patrolling teams of the Order of the Phoenix returned to 12 Grimmauld Place for a routine report, but Molly and Arthur's old friend, Senard Wayne, the head of the Auror Office, did not come.

"You really shouldn't question St. Mungo's Hospital so much. Senard and Mr. Arnold Taylor, the dean of St. Mungo's, are good friends." Mrs. Weasley said to George.

George nodded indifferently, "Then maybe he went directly to Dean Taylor yesterday, and he should come to defend him today. Maybe our Auror Minister was left in St. Mungo's Hospital."

When Ron heard this, he remembered that Hermione and he left St. Mungo's in a hurry that day without taking anything. He didn't know if Senard had fallen into St. Mungo's, but his priceless double-sided mirror must have been left behind. St. Mungo's, he's been too busy lately, he doesn't have time to show off!

George saw Ron hesitating, "What?"

"Oh, George, can you get me another double-sided mirror?"

***

"Hey, Draco, are your father and mother in Azkaban?" Harry talked to Draco on the other side of the fireplace.

"What made you ask such an impolite question?" Obviously although the question was impolite, Draco had no intention of ending the conversation.

"That is to say, the end of becoming a Death Eater may not be good, and I don't want you to have that end." Harry planned to persuade Draco to return to justice.

"And what makes you think that you can convince me with just a call from the fireplace?" Draco continued to ask rhetorically.

"Come on, Draco, you love me so much that you need to use love potions, can't you sacrifice these for me?" Harry replied solemnly, not knowing when he called Draco by his name.

"..." Draco blushed.

Through the fireplace, Harry couldn't see each other. Harry sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, his face flushed red from the light of the fire, or because he said something that even he felt a little embarrassed about.

And the elegant Draco was sitting on the carpet in front of the fireplace, his legs half crossed, his right hand resting on his right knee and dragging his head, his platinum blonde hair was not gelled, he combed it with his right hand when he heard this His forehead was exposed, and he took a deep breath.

"Yes, Harry Potter, I love you, so much that I wish I could get you with a love potion, but I have my family, the Malfoy family, and I'm the only one left, and I need to be revived." He admitted, He loves him.

"Why do you shoulder so much responsibility for yourself? You are just an adult. Maybe we can find a way to apply for a commutation of your parents' sentence. As long as they are willing to reform themselves, you know that everything in the wizarding world is waiting to be revived, not just the Malfoy family, Maybe you can get bail with some Galleons, but maybe you should keep a low profile, after all, a lot of people were hurt at that time." Harry said, thinking of the people who died in that battle, "Maybe some people It's hard to forgive you, but you all saved me."

Harry vaguely remembered the appearance of Draco's parents. He remembered that he was captured at Malfoy Manor and then left. On the day of the final battle, he fell into suspended animation. There was also an elegant and cold lady who asked He said something to himself, and then shielded himself by saying that he was dead, so that he could launch a counterattack against Voldemort in the final stage.

"Magic is really wonderful. You forget me, but you still remember my parents. Maybe it's good to be able to talk like this."

The author has something to say: Actually, when I wrote about De Ha, my heart was so warm...is it warm?Is it warm?