HP leap time

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Who is Harry Potter?

The Boy Who Lived, the core figure of the Order of the Phoenix, the savior who leapt through time...

Someone once said that the Order of the Phoenix has Dumbledore and Harry Potter, and the Ministry of Magic has Stringer and Kingsley... Anyone can be less, except Harry Potter!

There is too much love and hope, faith and courage placed on him!

In war, anyone can be suspicious, except Harry Potter.

Because he is the savior, how could he betray...

So……

If the savior were to leave you, would there still be hope?

……

Draco walked through the empty corridor with a lantern, candles lit up behind him, one by one, the candles flickered, blurring the scattered projections.After crossing the steps, the robe drew a circular arc with the rotation of the body, and after walking down a corridor again, Draco stopped in front of a door.

A wooden door wrapped in black lacquer, with a delicate silver handle in sight.

The candlelight flickered in the night wind and then gradually extinguished in the lamp.

Draco lowered his eyes in the darkness, but he still didn't have the courage to open the door.

This is Malfoy Manor. After the end of the first battle of Hogsmeade, the Dark Lord led the core figures back here to temporarily adjust his breath.

The Hogsmeade battle was the most dramatic in history. The Order of the Phoenix surrounded the Death Eaters, and he also successfully met the accompanying Aurors.It was obviously a one-sided battle, but because of the defection of the savior Harry Potter, the morale of the dark wizards was greatly increased. The Dark Lord managed to save the day, and escaped from the cage of the Order of the Phoenix unscathed...

Still thanks to Harry Potter.

Draco raised his eyes again, reached out and grabbed the silver handle.

And he is in this room now.

He was about to meet Harry Potter.

The time is not right, he thought in the dark, and the place is not right.

How long they hadn't seen each other, he didn't know, and he didn't remember, he only knew how many letters from Hogwarts had burned in the charcoal stove in his room.

But now, he can no longer receive it.

With a little effort, the door was pushed open, and the soft yellow light enveloped him in an instant. This was once a solemn and luxurious guest room, but now it is used for the most distinguished people to adjust their breathing.

The black-haired young man was sitting on a chair with an empty teacup in his hand, and the floating light cast a layer of soft light and shadow on the ends of his hair.

Draco walked towards him, his heart still beating fast, what a familiar person, familiar side face, familiar jaw line, familiar lip line... as if he was still the same boy before, smiling at him Laugh for a rude hug.

But he, now damn wants to hug him!

The black-haired boy raised his head to look at him, his cold and unfamiliar eyes shot over, and his scarlet pupils instantly narrowed into a line.

Draco's body froze in place, he lowered his head and whispered.

"The Dark Lord wants to see you..." He paused. "Owner."

Ding dong, the black-haired young man put the teacup on the table.

People are not right.

He didn't leave any of those letters.

……

Voldemort stood in the great hall of Malfoy Manor, where he always stood.The Death Eaters stood on both sides one after another, and the chandeliers hung with candles were burning above their heads.

There have been many dangers of war in the past few days. Fortunately, they can stand here unscathed. On the contrary, the Order of the Phoenix was severely suppressed, Dumbledore was injured, and the savior turned his back.

Voldemort stood there silently, and everyone stood silently waiting, waiting for another...Dark Lord.

How wonderful, Voldemort looked at the two people who gradually appeared in front of him with complicated emotions. Draco walked into the hall and returned to his parents, while the black-haired youth stopped walking and looked at him from afar.

He was looking at himself. After so many years, he seemed to see in those red pupils a splendid long river that spanned time. It flowed through the place where the eyes were glued...

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He knew that sooner or later they would meet.From the moment he knew that it existed in Harry Potter's body and reproduced its vitality, he knew that the uncontrolled soul piece would try its best to survive, and it did, and it survived very well until now.

On the battlefield, Voldemort could feel the other self in Harry Potter. He could feel that that thing was getting stronger and stronger. He had been dormant in the other person's body all the time. It's time for Porter to contend!And Voldemort knows how to force him out, so even if he is in a desperate situation, he has a hole card to survive!

Harry looked away from him, and continued walking, sweeping his cold gaze over the Death Eater.

"Dolokhov..." he said, his eyes paused for a moment on a long-faced wizard.

"Rookwood..." He continued on. "Lestrange..."

"Bellatrix." Harry narrowed his eyes and smiled at Bella.

"Lucius..." He took a few steps forward, and the hall echoed with a brief gasp and the dark-haired boy's footsteps.

"Draco..." He put his hand on Draco's shoulder, his voice drawn.

Draco's body tensed instantly, but fortunately the hand left his body quickly.

"And you, Ponte." He stopped beside the scarface wizard. "You've been doing a good job, and Draco is also a part of it."

"Thank you master..." Ponte quickly lowered his head in surprise and smiled.

Lucius pressed Draco's shoulder, Draco's lips trembled but he still didn't say anything.

"Look." Harry's voice amplified, and he turned to look at the Death Eaters. "New guy, old guy..."

"A loyal person..."

"You are all here, and so am I."

Harry's face suddenly changed, and his eyes suddenly became fierce.

"But you are no longer majestic, no one outside is afraid of you... You were trapped in a small village and became a poor and weak team..."

The dark-haired boy turned his head and looked at Voldemort, whose face changed drastically.

Snapped!He appeared in front of Voldemort in an instant when he apparated in place, and there was a burst of black magic power behind him that was too late to dissipate.

Scarlet mingled in the air.

"You really let me down." The black-haired boy said word by word, with a drawn-out sound.

The Death Eaters looked up to the end of the hall in shock.

"You're not much better either," Voldemort hissed in response, narrowing his eyes.

They have nothing to argue about, they are the same person, as long as the body is close to the mind, they will be connected, but now they are no stronger than the other, and no one wants to admit the other.

One is the soul film that has been sleeping for many years, and the other is the dark lord who has gone through hardships. They lived in the same body more than ten years ago.It was as if the timeline had split them into two separate conscious beings.

And now they collided again, eager to devour each other.

……

"They didn't bring Harry back..." Hermione silently wiped away the tears from her face and looked at Ron. Neither of them could fall asleep, and they sat side by side on the Hogwarts grass. "Stringer doesn't trust Dumbledore anymore, he actually thinks Harry has always been Voldemort's man."

"But how is it possible?" Hermione coughed twice and buried her face between her legs. "how can that be possible?"

Ron didn't speak, he just stared blankly outside the golden mask, the pale moon cast a halo on the rippling black lake.

Of course he didn't believe Harry would defect, but he really had no other reason to explain to the others.

He remembered that when he and DA went to Gringotts to find the whereabouts of the Soul Piece, they were ambushed by Death Eaters and trapped in the cellar with a magic circle. At that time, he thought he was going to die, so he stopped George and kept scolding Haribo. special.

Cursing with snot and tears, saying Potter, you selfish bastard, you didn't tell me anything and you fucking said we were brothers!You're so damn good to go on an advanced mission with the Aurors and leave me in an unknown corner!It is obviously dangerous to die, but he justly said that he didn't want us to die.

Who is going to die!The high-end equipment is all in your own fucking hands, everyone praises you high, and you can't die even if anyone dies!The ones who are really easy to die have always been us little people...

I deserve to live in your shadow all my life.

……

But it was that guy who saved him!Ron lowered his eyes and thought in frustration, that bastard who lived two lives!He appeared covered in blood, leading people from an unknown battle, wasting his magic power desperately, and instantly reversed the situation.

Then she smiled at him like an idiot.

Can you stop the blood on your body and laugh again?Really ugly.

But how can people believe that such a person will betray you?

"He's so powerful, he won't be controlled by Voldemort." Ron tried to comfort him, but found his voice hoarse and weak, which was the result of shouting too much on the battlefield, and it wasn't convincing at all.

"Why doesn't anyone believe him...he's done so much, so much..." Hermione wiped her face hard, brushing her messy hair back. "That's all for the rest. What about those who have read Harry's memories? Can they not even believe this?"

"There is no spell that can do that." Ron said bitterly, Harry's performance on the battlefield is amazing, he can retreat from the Order of the Phoenix after injuring Dumbledore and a bunch of Aurors... "This It's an unexplainable thing."

"So did everyone believe their own eyes? Then even began to feel that the memory and actions were fictional?"

"They only believe in the results of the war." Ron held her hand, lowered his golden eyelashes, and looked at the messy grass under him, feeling tired for a while.

The wind blows the cold night air and fills the respiratory tract, with a salty taste and bursts of pain in the throat from time to time.

"They're all tired, Hermione."