HP leap time

"Hello." Harry walked into the owl shed in the last twilight, trying to tie the letter in his hand to a red-billed gray owl.

The owl blinked its eyes and flapped its wings a little uneasy.

"Don't be afraid," Harry continued, stroking its neck, his green eyes twinkling. "Just deliver it, you don't need to wait for his reply."

"Of course, if he wants to reply to the letter, don't leave." He continued.

"Goo..." A white shadow flew from the gray-blue air, hitting his head like a missile!

Harry turned his head dangerously, and Hedwig brushed his hair and landed on a branch beside him.

"Oh, Hedwig," said Harry, frowning. "Occasionally, you can understand me a little bit."

Harry picked up the gray owl, walked to the door, gave a few instructions, and let it fly into the darkening sky.

There was another gurgling sound from behind.

Harry stood there staring blankly, and didn't look back until the gray bird disappeared behind a row of poplar trees.

For the first time, he didn't look back to comfort his little girl.

Just staring blankly outside, looking at the blurry distant mountains and the slightly rippling lake...

I kept thinking about Hermione's words in my heart.

"You shouldn't have forced him away."

In fact more than one person had said that to him.

"You shouldn't have interfered with him." Dumbledore had given him this result as early as the night when it happened. "Since you choose to break this game, then you have to face all changes."

"Face it, because when you say everything, you can no longer make decisions, so you have to accept its changes."

Yeah, everyone says that.

But so what, he has no regrets, never regretted pushing him to the opposite side.

Because he is already afraid, afraid that time really cannot be changed, afraid that everything he does will have no effect, afraid that the nightmare will become reality, afraid that everything will repeat the same mistakes...

He couldn't help but think of the way Draco rolled up his sleeves...

The shocking Dark Mark was engraved on his arm just like that! The ugly black lines squirmed under his white almost transparent skin, bypassing the light blue blood vessels and then deep, deep!Engraved in the bone!

He'd have to carry that with him all his life... Harry couldn't help feeling sad, and leaning against the wooden door of the owl coop, he picked apart a spider web with his fingers.

So he drove him away.

In a dusk half a year ago.

"Spies, undercover agents, spies?" I remember shouting in Dumbledore's office regardless of my image. "who do you think You Are?"

"What did you come back for? What did you come back with this filth?" Harry approached him.

"I tell you, Draco Malfoy!"

"The war has begun! We can't be as naive as before!"

"We are opposites, all are!"

……

"Your father is a Death Eater!

Your mother is a Death Eater!

Your whole family are Death Eaters! !"

……

"So you." Harry grabbed Draco by the collar, his eyes bloodshot.

"What is it?"

……

Harry couldn't remember how many people were in the office at the time, and he couldn't remember whether it was after a brief meeting or when he sent Professor Snape away.

I just remember that night the setting sun did not recede for a long time, and the white bird passed by the window like crazy.

Draco landed in front of him in a glow.

Appeared in front of Harry, a bewildered, pale 16-year-old boy.

"I want to help you." He said hoarsely, his eyes were full of affection that was about to overflow.

Look at you, Harry took a step back, pale and sickly face, dirty robe corners... Struggling, pain and fear are tormenting you, you are experiencing everything that should not be experienced by you.Whether it is war or choice, they should not be borne by you when you are young, you can't afford it and you can't bear it...

The setting sun turned half of the sky red, and Draco stretched out his arms firmly, and rolled up his sleeves amidst Hermione's screams.

"I can help you," he said. "The Dark Lord trusts me, very much."

That's because you helped him resurrect!

Draco Malfoy!

So that shouldn't be your reason to make sacrifices...

I'm a person who leaps back in time!If he still has to watch you fall into danger, then what am I? !

"Go back to your parents!" Harry remembered the rage and fear surging through his body like a tide, clogging every inch of blood vessel and weakening his perception of the outside world.So he yelled those words at the other party, those terrible cruel words...

……

"I shouldn't have let you know everything!"

"Snapped……"

Draco knocked him to the ground with one punch.

"What are you?" Draco's face changed, not anger or embarrassment.It was an emotion Harry couldn't read, couldn't read, he really couldn't read, and Draco was facing out the window, orange light gilding his profile and quivering eyelashes.

"I'm not a thing." Harry got up from the ground. "You're an asshole too."

Draco's fist came again, but was stopped by Dumbledore's spell.

"Is there anything that can't be settled properly?" Dumbledore was rarely angry.

"Yeah." Harry continued the jerk. "The game is over, you should leave, Malfoy. Go back to your parents, you are not needed here."

"I don't need you either." Harry emphasized every word.

It was cruel, Harry felt the bitterness on the back of his tongue, and the pain in his body felt as if it was about to split open.It was like choking on a mouthful of sulfuric acid, and my stomach throbbed.

But so what, he has already said it, he is such a bastard, he hides his selfishness by hurting others.

"Harry..."

"It's none of your business here, Ron."

Draco just looked at him quietly, calmly, as if he came to the office to drink tea.

But Harry knew that when he was always alone, he would calm down like a stranger, no, Harry thought painfully, when he felt that he was alone...

It was because...he felt...that there was no one here, no one he could rely on!

There are only portraits hanging all over the room, a smoking hot fireplace, cooling coffee residue, and the bright red sky outside the window...

He is always like this, when he faces himself when he turned into a white eagle in phantom, when he is held hostage by the prophet...he can always calm down, because he is the only one left, he can't ask for help, he can't Weak, can't let the fragility be exposed, no one can stand in front of him, no one can save him...

Draco at this moment is very much like the him in his last life, the boy whose soul was locked deep in his heart by loneliness and fear, the boy who lost everything and only himself... Harry's fingers trembled, and he Appeared……

He forced it out.

The white birds outside the window flew by again, excitedly flying towards the reddish clouds, stretching their wings in the wind and sinking into the dusk...

Draco raised his head again, soft shadows falling on his eyelids.

"I hate you, Harry Potter."

There are many people who hate me, and all the dark wizards in the world hate me.

But you say that hating me is so uncomfortable.

Hedwig still flew onto his shoulder, her white hair rubbing against his cheek.

When Harry came back to his senses, he realized that the sky was completely dark, and the moonlight gently broke up the darkness from behind the thin clouds. Harry touched his face, and it was cold and wet.

"This is bad." He muttered and rubbed his face against Hedwig.

"But I dare not regret it."

It's okay to hurt me, it's okay to hate me...

As long as you can live well.

Hermione opened the door carefully, turned around and cast a few spells on the door.

"You're always overly vigilant," said Ron, shrugging. "No one has that authority to enter and leave the principal's office at will."

"It doesn't matter who it is." Hermione couldn't help but said. "You have to be vigilant, this is serious, and if Harry finds out..."

He had gone to post the letter, and Ron swallowed the words.

"You're right, Hermione." He muttered as he sat on a nearby chair, and Fox wagged his beautiful tail feathers in welcome.

"But do you think Dumbledore will trust us when he's not around?" Ron made a face. "He probably won't say anything."

"We can't get Dumbledore to brush Kingsley aside." Hermione looked nervously at the fireplace. "He'll come out of there, from a secret corner..."

"It's actually interesting to think about, Hermione." Ron stretched. "Tell Kingsley, I'm sorry Minister Auror, it's time for my dessert, I have to go back to the office, have a cup of coffee and some candy, and then I'll come back and talk to you about the deployment of the army for the Battle of London..."

"I think the principal can do such a thing..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Hermione drew out her wand and pointed it at the fireplace, staring sharply at the small pinch of blue flames burning there. "Time is up."

Ron stood up quickly, and he also drew out his wand and aimed it firmly at the fireplace.

No one can guarantee whether the person who comes out is the one he was waiting for.

The flame was growing slowly, the blue flame was burning in the fireplace strangely, the clock was ticking behind him, Fox also hissed excitedly and spit out a few small flames.

Until a slender figure came out from the fireplace.

The young man in a black robe, his light golden hair was revealed the moment the flame went out.

Hermione couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief looking at the familiar pale face of the other party, and slowly lowered the wand in her hand, while Ron rolled his eyes and fell back to his chair.

"Welcome back." Hermione said softly.

"Draco."

The boy lifted his blue-gray eyes into a familiar smirk.