HP leap time

It was time for dinner when he came out of the office, and almost everyone gathered in the auditorium, so when Harry walked downstairs silently, there was no one around.

The stairwell looked a bit empty, but the emptiness did not affect its magnificence and grandeur. Harry tapped his fingers absently on the handrail and walked down.

The four fugitives, the stranger, the Dark Mark, Harry Potter, the professors still haven't discussed the result, and they will never discuss it. They don't even dare to link this matter with the Dark Mark.Dumbledore handed over the prisoner to Moody and brought him back to the Ministry of Magic, and things seemed to say goodbye to a paragraph.

Professor McGonagall insisted that Harry withdraw from the competition, and Moody said that the matter should not be easily announced to the public before the matter is investigated, otherwise it will easily cause panic. Once the matter involves Voldemort's nature, it will completely change.So in fact, he still has to participate in the Three Gun Tournament... But the person who wanted to harm him has been brought back to the Ministry of Magic by the Auror, so this competition is not a big threat to him anymore...

Just as he was lost in thought, a mass of warmth in his arms came out of his robe, and a furry ferret climbed up his shoulder, and then bit his earlobe.

"Oh oh oh..." Harry tilted his head and screamed.

"Song Song... Mouth!"

Harry grabbed its tail and pulled it down, while the ferret's front paws pulled Harry's robe like barbs.

"Calm...calm..." Harry reassured. "I just wanted to take you somewhere."

Harry felt that the other person's body was still trembling, and of course it wasn't because of fear. Harry glanced at the little animal grinning at him guiltily, and rubbed its taut back with his fingertips.

When Harry pushed open the small wooden door in the corner, it creaked and sent up a burst of choking dust, and Draco buried his head vigilantly in Harry's soft hair.

What does Scarhead want to do?

Draco looked at this strange broom room, it was as small as a single bedroom, the light red wallpaper was dusty and covered every corner, and the huge mahogany window sill, yes, it could be called Huge, Draco felt that Potter could sleep here wrapped in a quilt.

It was empty, only a few broken brooms were scattered in the corner of the wall...

God knows how Hogwarts can have such an unsightly broom closet, it's the worst possible setting.

What does he mean?

Bring him here?

A room flooded with red?

Okay, I know you're a Gryffindor and I can understand your aesthetics, but please find a clean place... No no no, I don't want to end up anywhere here at all, put me down, Potter!

Feeling that he was being grabbed by a warm palm without mercy, Draco swung his paws and couldn't help making a cry of despair, and then slowly approached the large window sill that didn't fit his aesthetics.

Harry threw the ferret on the window sill and began to look at the scratches on his hands distressedly. Draco felt a wave of unpleasant dust rushing into his nostrils.

Open the dirty window, the fresh wind outside the window fills every corner of the small room with the smell of the passing sunshine, and the colorful bells hanging on the corner of the window start to strike crisply with the wind...

Harry sat cross-legged next to Draco wearily and lazily, feeling the coolness of the wind brushing against his cheeks.

The red glow outside the window spread from the west to the east, layer after layer of color patches superimposed and alternated, the beauty was thrilling, and the faint light cast a shallow shadow on Harry's face.

Draco looked up at him, only to see that his brows and eyes were bent, and his soft green eyes were suddenly gentle.Gentle... There was a ripple in Draco's heart, and even the passing wind began to become lingering...

"Don't blame me, Draco." Harry smiled awkwardly. "I didn't mean not to change you back."

"It's just that you are rare."

"So I want to take this opportunity to tell you some rare things to say to you..."

The ferret raised its neck and sat up with its front paws on its chest. It blinked its blue-gray eyes and looked at Harry seriously, with a bad premonition in its heart.

"Have you seen the oil painting that the headmaster hung above the door..." Harry looked at him intently. "I guess you're not paying attention."

Draco's mouth twitched.

"The atmosphere in the painting is very good and free." Harry seemed to be trapped in memories, and the shadow on the side of his head was unconsciously deepened. "I'm envious."

Why use the word envy?

"I don't know where I read that, when a person can do what he doesn't want to do, he gets all the freedom he wants." Harry paused.

Draco looked at him complicatedly, watching his mouth crack into a smile.

The painted translucent bells are gently knocking on the top of the head, playing an indescribably beautiful melody, as if depicting a beautiful love story with the fragrance of roses, soft and melodious.

Draco couldn't help but think about the feeling of the wind bringing the rose-red floating light from the sky across his cheeks, the scene of the light green dew rolling over the leaves of the camphor tree and sinking into the soil, and the kiss of the person he likes, warm and lingering. over the tip of the nose...

"I don't want to be Harry Potter," he said.

"Not at all."

Like a crack in the ice surface, the cold moisture spreads from the cold bottom of the lake.

Draco tensed up uncomfortably.

"At first I really wanted to run away from everything." Harry sighed, his smile suddenly sour. "But I'm very greedy. I don't want to bear everything, but I want to get everything."

"So it's been going on until now."

"But soon, Draco, I have done a lot, no one can stop me, I will not let any tragedy happen, believe me, I will do it..." His tone became urgent .

"When I figured out everything and solved everything..."

"I can let go of everything, and then I will enjoy it crazily, enjoy life, indulge myself, and do what I want to do!"

"Do what no one can stop me!" Harry hugged one leg tightly, his eyes sparkling. "Nobody can stop me."

You're always like a flame, and Draco was dazed as he watched the fading reddish light on his forehead.Because there is always a lion inside you, whether you fall or get hurt, your light never fades.

"Before graduation!" Harry picked Draco up and put him on his lap under Draco's horrified eyes, and then looked at him with lively eyes. "I can do everything and get you out of here."

"Go wherever you want."

"The glacier of Lake Baikal or the sea of ​​Maldives, everywhere in the world. Whether it's the moist butter grass on the grassland or the silvery snow on the snow peak, whether it's the row upon row of lights in the night or the hidden swans and fireflies the reeds..."

"I want to take you to see..."

The wind dies with the faint red clouds, and the black lake in the distance is shining.

"Would you like to, Draco."

The voice of the savior had never been so soft.

The cool wind came in from the air that was no longer red, and quietly brushed the long gauze curtain behind him, and the colorful bells that came from who knows where twirled to disrupt the light spots.

It was as if something had grown rapidly in his heart, sprouting, and a steady stream of blood and warmth poured in like crazy. Draco raised his head and looked at him in a heartbeat.He has never encountered such a thing, except for his parents, this is the first time he wanted to protect a person so much, he tried everything to protect a person, all defenses and armor were instantly shattered, completely, from the inside And outside.

I will be by your side.

Always.

Draco nodded solemnly.

I promise.

The shimmering moonlight rises from the light blue curtain, carrying green vows.

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The author has something to say:

"Would you like to, Draco."

"are you willing?"

"Do you mean?"

"?"

"Come on, little ferret, if you want to make an album..."

Die, Pot! ! !

(Second watch, as hardworking as me ww, in the end, it’s really Dehadhadha, believe me)