HP leap time

"I didn't expect that I would want to be with you." Draco lowered his voice sullenly. "Three weeks of confinement."

With a cool wind whistling across the Quidditch pitch, the surrounding leaves rustled, and the night became a little hazy under the gentle lanterns.

The path leading to Hogwarts was cloudy, and the big boy with blond hair rubbed his palm, frowning.They had just completed their first day of confinement with Filch, tidying up the Quidditch lounge.

"This kind of house elf thing..." Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Actually you didn't do anything." Harry patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear. "You can use confinement as a date..."

Draco looked down at him and then looked up at the lame Hogwarts administrator not far ahead, he took them back to the castle wheezing but very happily.

"How wonderful." Draco smirked. "Dirty Squibs and his nasty slugs and dust all over the place... what a romantic touch, Potter."

Harry shrugged and said nothing.

"I didn't report on you..." the blond boy continued to speak in a low voice, looking very pale. "I did nothing wrong...I was a victim...if my dad knew..."

"Your father knows it and is not afraid." Harry said perfunctorily, rubbing his sore wrist. "As long as he doesn't know that his precious son is in a relationship with Harry Potter."

Draco glanced at him, his eyes turning suspicious, and he drew his tone slowly. "Why do you always feel that you've been plotting against me, Scarhead!"

"Are you talking about what happened today or about being in love with you?" Harry laughed.

Draco stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at his sinister smiling face.

"Are you sure you weren't assigned to the wrong college?"

"Sure and sure, I'm the real Gryffindor." Harry imitated Draco's smirk, and the complacent expression made Draco feel uneasy.

Abruptly, taking advantage of his unguardedness, Harry pushed him hard, trying to push him into the nearby woods.

The dry leaves made a series of crunching sounds of being crushed by chaotic footsteps, and something staggered and fell to the ground, accompanied by the sound of vigorous struggle.

The lantern shook and fell to the ground, the candle was soaked in wax oil, and the world suddenly became extremely quiet.

The lantern not far away paused for a moment, and Filch's murmurs and chaotic footsteps became indistinct. Only when the dim yellow light drifted to nowhere did he hear rhythmic breathing sounds next to his ears.

"Merlin's pants..." Draco punched Harry angrily, and the fist hit the lower abdomen. "You impulsive and brainless Gryffindor!"

He looked very embarrassed, his robe was covered with broken dark yellow leaves and some wet soil, his head hit the tree and he was a little dizzy.

"I just want to find a private space..." Harry hurriedly got up from the ground, clutching his stomach, and glared at the blond boy. "But you don't cooperate at all!"

"Cooperate?" Draco tried his best to keep his voice down, the back of his head was throbbing with pain, and the familiar mocking expression appeared on his face again. "It seems that you have notified in advance, who knows if you will start to get sick again like this afternoon..."

The air was suddenly quiet, and the chirping of insects in the forest was as dense and noisy as rain. Harry sat quietly by the side, his black hair hanging down on his forehead to cover the scar.

Green glasses rippling slightly behind the lenses. "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Ask?" Draco withdrew his smile, and he cleaned himself up with his wand. His black robe suddenly became black and smooth. He looked down at Harry who was sitting on the ground and put away his wand.

"As if you'd tell me," he said, without smiling.

Harry looked up at him in surprise, his lips moved, but he didn't say a word.

The charcoal fire was crackling, and the heating and the faint reddish light gradually merged into the candlelight in the room.Dumbledore stroked Fox's tail feathers and spoke slowly.

"So what do you want to do, Severus." Dumbledore's hand paused. "Give Harry a bottle of Veritaserum, or send him to St. Mungo's Mental Asylum?"

Snape looked at the headmaster's old figure in a complicated manner. He had just counted out a series of suspicious facts with the other party. Regarding Potter's sudden soul and body problems and various changes, he thought that his own insights could bring the old man to think. But he seemed to have known everything a long time ago without any change in emotion.

"You know I don't mean that," Snape said sullenly. "But Moody also seems to have noticed something wrong with Potter. He tried to question the girls of Beauxbatons today... He is an excellent elite Auror. I believe you know this better than me."

"Of course..." Dumbledore turned back with a smile, his white beard was a little dull, he lowered his head, and looked at him through the blue glasses. "As you said, Harry has some secrets that no one knows...just like how he rejected us so firmly that day...he is a stubborn child in some ways, which child doesn't have his own little secret? I When I was young, I would hide it from my parents and professors... Cough, cough, don't mention the past. But as an elder, you should understand, right? We have to wait for him to learn to grow... It's like looking at a cactus in a honeysuckle pot, You don't have to be afraid of every thorn it grows. So what we have to do is to find the secret ourselves and grasp it."

"You know it's different..." Snape stood up, looking firmly at the old man, his black robes hanging down at his ankles.

"I'll never know how much you know," he added.

Dumbledore was silent, he shook the tea in his hand, and the golden juice swirled regularly along the rim of the cup.

"Wait, Severus." Dumbledore looked up and sighed. "Just wait, something terrible has been forcibly changed, maybe in a good direction, maybe in a bad direction..."

Snape's eyes widened in surprise. "I can't understand what you mean, but...it has something to do with Potter, right?"

"We saved him, didn't we?" Dumbledore blinked, and the momentary solemnity was fleeting. "He is just a poor child, the separation of soul and body is not something a child can bear..."

"Potions won't cure him," Snape said hastily. "It's equivalent to an anesthetic, you can't anesthetize a person's life!"

"So we have to adopt other methods." The white-bearded old man thought thoughtfully. "There's no way to depend on his little godfather, is there? So you've got to help him, Severus."

"I'd rather put him in a mental institution." Snape smirked.

"I'm going away for a while."

Snape looked up at Dumbledore inquiringly.

"Russia." Dumbledore drank from the glass with a smile and then showed an expression of enjoyment. "It's interesting to visit the seers."

"Is this how you master children's secrets? A hands-on treasure hunt." Snape smiled sarcastically.

"Of course, I will at least rush back when the Goblet of Fire chooses the warrior..." Dumbledore continued, ignoring Snape's words. "Very soon... so I have to go soon..."

"Tell Minerva for me, you must take good care of the guests when I'm not around, especially Madam Maxime, she's getting annoyed about what happened today."

He turned his head and looked at Snape gently, paused and continued.

"You'll take good care of Harry, won't you?"

"Well, if you have your own grasp of the situation." Snape struggled to say something, seeing the headmaster's calm expression as usual, it was hard to feel uneasy in his heart, and said with a flick of his eye. "At least you have to be sure to protect... the children."

"Would you like a cup of my homemade honey candy tea now?" Dumbledore emphasized with a smile. "Peppermint fragrance." The phoenix had already fallen asleep on the branch under his touch, the red feathers reflected the light of the charcoal fire and swept across the white beard, casting a light shadow.

The moonlight outside the window is light and cool, and the distant mountains float on the black lake looming...

"So." The embarrassment caused by the silence lasted for a long time, Harry bit his lower lip and couldn't help but speak, but his eyes looked away. "That's why you pretended nothing happened?"

The wind carried the moonlight through the gaps in the leaves, leaving a place of residual leaves.

"It's getting more and more like..." Harry spoke again in silence, he looked up at the slender black figure with fascination, and the pale golden hair in the dimness.

More and more like the Draco of memory.

But actually Harry was kind of scared of Draco becoming the same guy he had been before.

The lonely and timid person living in the tragedy, the one who doesn't believe in anyone and no one believes in him, the poor guy who always lives in the world that others expect and can't find himself...

The guy who made him feel a piercing sense of guilt and guilt whenever he thought about it...

But was he really afraid of Draco and not himself?Harry couldn't help feeling flustered.

"I just... just don't want to get an answer I already know." Draco moved his fingers and clenched his fist. "Don't want to get a lie either."

His voice was blown into the wind in a low voice.

"I'll tell you everything, even if it's not now! But I promise I won't lie to you." Harry said heartily, raising his face to catch the other's gaze. "So trust me! Trust me please! I didn't mean to hurt anyone, neither you nor that girl!"

"What... what?" Draco frowned. "You're overexcited... Potter."

"But at least not now!" Harry repeated, getting up from the ground, looking inexplicably excited. "I will never betray you, I will always trust you."

Draco took a step back and shook his head. "You look like a troll crawling out of a hole in the ground..."

"I don't know how to deal with my body either... as you know, soul-body separation, Draco." Harry continued incoherently. "But I can't be afraid of these problems, everything can be overcome, believe me."

"I do have a lot of secrets, but I know I can't hide them, but I promise I never guard against you... Aren't you afraid of losing? Draco, so trust me, I won't leave you, I can Be your indestructible backing!"

"You seem to know me very well." Draco shook his head, his gray-blue pupils gave him a wary look, and took another step back. "It's unbelievable...I didn't say anything...You look crazy."

The next moment, under Draco's surprised gaze, Harry rushed over and hugged him tightly, his thin body trembling a little.

Draco's eyes widened, and he involuntarily pressed his head with his hands, but he couldn't stop the trembling in his arms.Harry was frightened... visibly frightened, pouring out of his fear from the moment he started incoherent.

But what is he afraid of?

lost me?

Just kidding, he doesn't think his little defense is worth the savior's gaffe.

So what are you afraid of, Harry?

As if time stood still like this, Draco hugged him tightly, unable to say a word.The wind rolled the leaves again and whizzed past their heads, falling on them with a clatter.

"I'm not a monster, Draco."

Harry's voice rang in his ears, sounding weak as if he had used all his strength.

It was as if something sharp in the wind had penetrated his body and accelerated the flow of blood, so those blood vessels were beating suddenly, with a surge of panic... Draco felt that his body was not his own, His heart throbbed in pain as if it was tightly pinched by an invisible hand.

He never thought that the separation of soul and body would cause much harm to people. At least Harry never showed it. Hurt others today...

"No one treats you like a monster..." Draco whispered in his ear, his warm breath on his neck.

The leaves floated in the air like rain, and the sound of insects echoed one after another in the depths of the forest.