HP leap time

"Good evening, Draco." The black-haired young man turned around, and the moonlight came in from the window and cast a layer of silver light on his side face.

There was no light in the room, but there was plenty of moonlight so Draco quickly got used to the light in the room.

"You looking for me?" He asked cautiously.

Harry's scarlet eyes flashed into a smile, and he waved his hands to beckon him in.

"Don't be afraid, Draco," he said. "We're close, always, haven't we? Compared to other people."

"Don't remember? Draco, I woke up at Hogwarts, that time, that time..."

Draco's hand subconsciously touched the wand on his waist, and he slowly approached the boy step by step until he stopped in front of him.

"Two years ago, Christmas...remember?" Harry whispered, tilting his head, as if in a whisper.

"It's nostalgic. You didn't look so tall at that time. Boys in adolescence always change a lot..." Harry raised his eyes to look at him, and then lowered his head when he found that the other party was looking at him. See his long and dense eyelashes under his light blonde hair and a high nose bridge.

"Don't talk?" Harry raised his head and leaned against the glass, feeling the icy chill piercing through his hair and into his skin.

Draco's stiff fingers twitched at his side.

"How long have I been here?" Harry asked.

"Two weeks, master."

"It's been two weeks, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​still clinging on..." Harry stretched out his fingers to look, his knuckle fingers were covered with intricate marks, the moonlight passed through the gaps between his fingers, and fell on the floor. Chill all over the place.

"I know he is watching me, all the time, many people are watching me, no no... everyone is watching."

"But everyone has different emotions. I can feel that some people are confused, confused like a fool who has been let down. Some people are struggling, struggling to gain my trust and attention, and some people are expecting .”

Harry smiled.

"Looking forward to when I will die."

There was a smile at the end of his voice, but his tone seemed a little lacking in strength. Draco raised his eyes and secretly looked at the familiar face.

"What about you? What are you expecting, Draco?" His gaze instantly locked Draco's. "Are you expecting when I will leave? Or are you expecting when the boy will wake up?"

"I didn't..." Draco shook his head feebly.

"No need to explain, I know Draco." He leaned against the glass again, and gathered his robe with his fingers. "I know what you did, or what you were doing..."

Draco's eyelashes fluttered.

"No one here understands Harry Potter, only you, because you care about it, more than anyone else, just like before," he said slowly.

"Look, everyone is secretly restless, speculating, estimating their own position and the means they should use... They are calculating me and observing me, and they are all weighing between me and me without exception. They're looking for an option, or an outcome."

"For those selfishness and the so-called retreat..." He closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap. "But you're the only one who knows about that boy, and he's powerful, unbelievably powerful, isn't he? I can totally admit it because I can't control him. So you've been watching me, you know he hasn't gone away, You know he's there. So you just wait and fix your eyes on me like everyone else, like a little tail that can't be shaken..."

"But what to do?" Harry opened his eyes and gave him a weary look, his voice was as soft as the smoke from a snuffed candle. "There are too many people who are stronger than you. When the boy wakes up, he can only die... No one will let him go, and you can't save him."

"I can..." Draco gritted his teeth, looking at Harry tremblingly. "Do my best."

The smile came into Harry's eyes again.

"Look, Draco, you've always been on my side, haven't you? Not the dark lord who has changed beyond recognition. The me over there is no longer me. That Voldemort has gone through too many tragic and pitiful things. He He is already terrified of being tortured by pain. His body has already been covered with karma, his luck has disappeared, and he is already a broken lunatic...Of course you will not surrender to a lunatic." He said forcefully, with a smile on his face. His face was stiff and cold. "You know why I came to you at this time, Draco."

"Because he's coming back, isn't it?" Draco asked, his heart throbbing like it was being strangled.

"Do you know what you're going to do, Draco," Harry continued. "Of course you know..."

"So!" he sighed, his eyes focused on Draco's face.

"Harry Potter needs to live."

"You've got to keep him alive! Do what you can." Harry looked at him, a dark gleam in his red eyes.

Because you want to live too, don't you?You're afraid of death and the Dark Lord will swallow you up, and you're nothing but a cowardly lunatic.

"I'll take him somewhere safe," Draco said evasively.

"Of course I trust you immensely, Draco." Harry closed his eyes again, his face glowing an unhealthy bluish white under the moonlight. "Looking forward to our next meeting."

……

Harry felt a light under his thick eyelids, like someone buried in a cave pulled out a ray of light, hazy and pale, as if seen through a piece of black gauze.He guessed whether it was day or night here, but was there a difference?It didn't matter to him whether it was day or night.

His body has completely collapsed, driven by the separation of the soul, the gap has been completely destroyed, as if split by a spell, a wound that cannot be healed was opened, and the dark seeds were never deep. Bottomless cliffs grew out, and the soul was also absorbed by the cancer, riddled with holes.

It's disgusting, sharing the same body with other people, Harry desperately used his magic power to block it, pushing the piece of soul that absorbed his soul into the abyss, using all his strength and all his magic power to block it. , trying to repair it with difficulty, as if this way he can last another day or two, as if this way he can submerge another consciousness.

Is it alive?Want to take it away?Harry was trembling all over, and the magic power was rampant in his body, so let's die together, die together!

As if I'm afraid of death?But what is death?I could die for so many people!I don't regret it at all...

"Harry?" A voice sounded in his ear, flustered.

Draco knelt down and held his struggling body tremblingly on the ground.

"Harry?"

who?Harry gasped, he really wanted to look up, but he hadn't opened his eyes for a long time, and he was a little scared.

The magic power in the body was pushed back into the cracks in the darkness in an orderly manner, filling it like liquid mercury.

The body after the magic power is exhausted is dry and bad, like expired butter, as if green hair can grow from somewhere.Harry tried to calm down and felt his limbs, feeling the surge of tiredness and pain flooding his consciousness.

"Harry?" It was the same voice, and the warmth on the back of his head, making him sleepy with peace of mind.

But how could he sleep?

There are still so many people in the Order of the Phoenix who place their hopes on him, there are so many people in Hogwarts waiting for him to go home, and he has done so much...

It's time for him to challenge without hesitation, can he still be defeated by fragility?

"I want to go back..." he said hoarsely.

Stretching to open his dry eyes, he met a pair of familiar light-colored pupils without warning.

The soft light melted on that familiar face, causing ripples in my heart.

Draco? !

Yes, yes, Harry watched with wide-eyed eyes, like someone starving for an apple.

It's like a dream, but he can't use any strength now, he looks really bad now.He really wanted to hug, just like he used to hug his boy, whether he was a dream or reality, whether he was the past or the future, they should hug together.

Physiological tears instantly blurred his vision, and he didn't even have time to see the other person's expression clearly.

"Take me back..." Harry said with difficulty.

Take me back to Hogwarts, I want to sleep there.

"Okay." Draco wiped his face with warm fingers, then leaned over and hugged him tightly.

"I'll take you home."

……

The golden protective cover was still raised, and it has never been put down during the war without warning. The darkness slowly poured into the faint golden light, covering the castle.

It was late at night, but the castle was brightly lit, the wounded were lined up from one end of the infirmary to the other end of the corridor, all classes were suspended, only the busy healing spells kept casting protein-colored spots in the suffocating atmosphere.

"You never really made a move, Dumbledore." Some of the Aurors led by Kingsley were stationed at Hogwarts, guarding the important positions unswervingly.

But now Minister Auror was asking a moving question in the meeting. "I can't believe it, and I never doubted you..."

"But where did your ability go? It shouldn't be, we shouldn't be forced to be like this by the dark wizards..." Kingsley's eyes were bloodshot. "Voldemort's power is still growing. How much power has Harry Potter's betrayal brought to them? How many neutral forces have turned against him?"

"Why are you……"

"You need to know that Albus is injured, Kingsley." Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly, and she looked around at the people attending the meeting. "Now is not the time for us to question our own people!"

Kingsley didn't make a sound, he sat down and continued to wipe his wand.

"This conversation should be over, it's already very late, if you have any questions..." Professor McGonagall began, his eyes full of deep fatigue.

No one noticed that the moonlight was blocked by the candlelight outside the castle, where a rush of wind pierced the darkness and disturbed the shadows of the trees.