HP leap time

"If you make this decision..." Dumbledore said with a smile. "I am looking forward."

Harry shrugged and spoke. "In fact, I don't expect it at all. These things have always been my nightmare. I don't want to dig them out unless I have to."

"But it can't be helped, can it?" Harry continued.He wants to make himself important, and in the next day, every night, every minute, every second, he will make himself important. Only when he becomes strong can he have more choices.

He wants those extra options.

No, he needs those options.

"You've been brave, boy," said Dumbledore. "I believe your decision is correct."

Leave with Dumbledore's farewell.

"I don't think you guys want me to stay here." Pansy followed suit and left.

The air became quiet again in an instant, and the light of the candle flickered uncomfortably on the candlestick, disrupting the light and shadow.

"Sorry, Draco." Harry said again, eyes downcast.

Draco's body froze, and he stood up slowly, moving away from the sitting boy like his leavened bread.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry again, every time I hurt him.

"Are you mocking me, Potter," Draco said.

"No." Harry shook his head. "I hurt you."

"If it wasn't for my presence, if it wasn't for my intervention, your life would be easier and more enjoyable."

He remembered Draco in his previous life, a carefree little villain who had few real worries, at least in fourth grade.And now...he clearly wanted to protect everyone, all his important people, but he still hurt him...

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be forced to do things you don't want to do, you wouldn't be hurt, you wouldn't feel helpless and miserable, and you wouldn't be locked up here..."

If it weren't for me, Harry thought, you'd be in no danger.Just like in the previous life, if I wasn't too weak, I wouldn't have given you the chance to take those things and do stupid things.

"You're so funny Potter, you're always living in your own imagination." Draco mocked with a stiff face. "Secretly speculate on other people's thoughts, and then self-righteously put on your own understanding..."

Harry raised his face in surprise and looked at the boy with the light behind him, the candle was burning behind him, and the faint shadow was dragged to the front.

"I've never been coerced..." He shook his head, his eyes starting to turn red. "I've always done it voluntarily."

"About nearly killing you..." finally said it, Draco's hands trembling at his sides, he had always believed the Dark Lord foolishly, he thought that as a Malfoy he was in the dark The devil will have a special place in his heart, he thought that the Dark Lord would not lie to him, he thought that Harry could really escape...

He thought, he thought, he thought... It was all his thinking, just like Harry's self-righteous thinking, he was also selfish thinking.

Then try to turn yourself into a stripped fool.

"Ha." Harry snorted with eyes twinkling. "Who would believe that you really want to kill me."

He shook his head, then looked up at him. "Don't you want to admit that you've been lied to, Draco?"

"..." Can you stop doing things so badly?The corner of Draco's mouth trembled and he didn't speak, a sense of frustration surged in his heart, he really hated the other party's self-righteousness...

Harry tried to stand up, found that sitting was more comfortable, and then sat down again. He waved his wand and cast a soundproofing charm on the door.

Then look up at him.

"I'm so glad you didn't tell about Voldemort." Harry's expression became serious again, and he pushed his glasses subconsciously, only to realize that he wasn't wearing them anymore. "About the fact that I have his soul piece in my body..."

"You know...?" Draco thought he'd asked a silly question as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Of course, actually since the day my parents died," said Harry. "It's inside me."

"It's unbelievable..." Draco said in astonishment.

"I want to tell you everything, Draco." Harry held out his hand to him, his eyes full of expectation. "So can you sit here?"

"No, that's fine." Draco shook his head. "I don't want to know what...you like to talk or not."

Even if Harry didn't seem to blame him in the slightest, it didn't mean he would let himself go, it would be a shame and a nightmare for him.It really happened, under my nose, and what did I do?Stupid persistence, cowardly escape.

He really didn't understand, he didn't understand what Harry Potter insisted on in him, he felt like he got a huge pie, like Harry's inexplicable trust in him.Why do you treat him like this?Or is the savior always habitually trusting his lover?

No, it's weird.

What made him happy also moved him, what made him uneasy also made him afraid.

Harry seemed to know himself very well, and this feeling again...

He seems to trust himself very much, trusting a little desperately...

"What are you afraid of?" Harry finally said after a brief silence.

"I was just wondering why you should forgive me," Draco said, his gray-blue eyes surprisingly calm.

"Because of love," Harry said with a smile.

Draco's expression didn't change at all.

"Ah, I knew it couldn't be avoided..." Harry continued, his messy black hair draped over his sickly face, and he tilted his head to give Draco a smile, candlelight seeping through his teeth. "So what do you want me to tell you, Draco?"

"..." Draco still didn't speak.

"Well well..." Harry finally stopped talking nonsense, he put away his smile and touched his bandaged forehead.

"I'm really not used to you, Draco," he said, lowering his eyes. "This kind of silence that doesn't match your age makes me feel guilty..."

"I really hope that you don't have to take on anything, don't have to think about anything, and just live like this for the rest of your life." He raised his eyes again and said, with a faint light in his green pupils.

I also hope that you will never grow up, be an asshole forever, be a good young master of the Malfoy family, and wake up with peace of mind every day.

But I know, thought Harry.I have no right to ask you to do this. The world is changing, and you are changing too. I don't want to forcefully change you, but I want to forcefully change the world, change myself, and then protect what I want to protect.

"Look, so you really don't have to think so much, I'm such a philanthropic person." Harry continued cheekily. "About my forgiveness... the fact that I will forgive you no matter what you do, not to mention that you have always been an innocent victim in this conspiracy."

"All forgive me?" Draco murmured, speaking so righteously that it seemed to be true.He smiled sarcastically again. "Including hurting you?"

"Including hurting me." Harry looked at him and said with absolute certainty.

"You know I'm not talking about this time...you know I'm talking about really hurting you!" Draco shook his head. "Instead of this time..."

"I know." Harry interrupted him. "But you would never hurt me."

Draco calmed down for a moment, he stood there motionless, as if something came alive in his heart, it began to continue to grow, growing rapidly, like a sapling that survived the storm, Scattering branches and leaves recklessly in the sun...

Is it true... fully trusted?

"Why?" Draco asked, tugging at his collar, his heart beating like a bouncing stone.

I really want to be able to protect you, I really want to... pay all the price to be close to you... Draco thought wildly, feeling that the blood flow in his heart was almost destroying himself.

"No reason." Harry shook his head, his eyes suddenly flushed.

Because I'm running from the past, and the past never let me go...

Because, this is what I owe you...

"If I had to have a reason..." he continued.

"Then the reason is you. Because it is you, everything can be forgiven, so everything can be trusted regardless." The candlelight was beating on his face, and Harry just looked at him like that, his eyes softly like Ripples in the lake.

"Just because it's you."