HP leap time

Harry opened his eyes again, tiredness had washed over his eyelids like an ebbing tide and disappeared from his body.

How long has he slept?Is it day or night?who knows.At least now he is not as painful and anxious and restless as he was when he just woke up. Where was it then?Malfoy Manor?Also saw Draco.

He tried hard to remember, but something in his heart was cooling down rapidly, and the calmness that was forced out began to fully play its role.Yes, Draco.He's been Tom Riddle for days, what has he done?Attacking the Order of the Phoenix, planning all kinds of attacks, yes, he did a lot, no no, Voldemort did a lot.

Then, he came back, this is Hogwarts, yes, in the cellar of Hogwarts, Harry remembered that part of the Slytherin dormitory was transformed into a place to hold Death Eaters.I am very honored to be able to stay in a room with the best conditions. There is even a bed with dark green curtains.

His eyes stared straight at the off-white ceiling, and the water seepage on it drew a few dark brown stains, with clear edge lines and breathable color, which reminded him of drinking water in the principal's office. For those coffees, the circle close to the body of the cup is always very deep.His eyes were getting clearer, Harry thought, he hadn't worn his glasses in ages, and no one knew where those things had gone.

So let him recall the bad things that Tom Riddle did, vaguely seem to remember and seem to not remember.Ah, that damn soul piece, if it hadn't been stuck in the body like chewed gum, my reborn soul wouldn't have been blocked...

The only good thing was that Voldemort wasn't short-sighted, Harry continued to think confusedly, as if he didn't have to think about his current situation.

Draco brought him back last night, it was an impulsive and crazy act, he couldn't remember why he asked him like that, and he couldn't remember why Draco brought him back to Hogwarts without reason... …

Leaving aside Draco's identity as a Death Eater, what fate will his departure bring to the Malfoy family?Harry thought worriedly, aha well, Lucius and Narcissa are not such fools as Draco, it's no big deal for Voldemort to lose a small fan.From another perspective, Draco would not even give up his high-level status for you, and would willingly betray the leader and send you home...

how happy.

Harry took a deep breath of the damp smell in the air, the faint smell of rot and asphalt, and dust, it was really bad.

He struggled to get up from the bed, the sheets were wrinkled like countless earthworms crawling over them, winding and undulating under his body, Harry wiped the cold sweat from his head, blinked and looked at the sheet that was covered by a piece of paper. The room lit by candles, the bed, the small wooden table, the candlestick, and a sealed metal door seemed to trap him tightly in the room, and he even began to doubt whether the oxygen here could guarantee his survival for a few days .

It was somewhat similar to the room where Draco was locked up. Harry subconsciously touched the wand that he used to put next to his ear, then retracted his empty hand awkwardly, and grabbed the neatly folded robe beside him. Put it on your body.

Then wrap it tightly, it's really cold in here, he's never been this cold before.

I don't know what happened to Draco, was he locked up too?It amused him to think of what had happened last night.

He couldn't forget everyone's expressions. Were you in a meeting at that time?It seems to be true, Professor McGonagall always likes to hold meetings, whether it is the previous life or this life, it seems that a meeting can solve the problem.

Draco carried him behind his back and broke in through the door with the cold wind. Harry remembered that he hadn't slept at that time. From under his heavy eyelids, he saw the hall illuminated by warm light, and his nose was full of the smell of warm potions. Everyone's expression is wonderful.

Then there were screams of terror, arguments, people calling his name, Draco yelling something at them... and no one came to see him, Harry thought he could sense that during his conscious time Only Draco's lean back and warm neck...

Ah, he had forgotten that he was also a traitor, an irrefutable traitor.

Betrayers should be tied up and killed instead of locked in a room with food and drink.

Where's Draco?Will it be next door?Harry tried to raise his hand to tap the wall behind him, but he couldn't raise his hand because of the pain all over his body.

Forget it, he can't save him anyway, can he?Can't break open the door to hug his boyfriend, with his own sunny breath and strength.

The candlelight flickered for a while, and the monotonous halo in the room was broken and reassembled, and it was still the same.

The lonely environment always leaves too much room for imagination. Harry closed his eyes and began to imagine that he was a dead person buried under the soil full of sunflowers. The rate at which the body decays.

There was a rustling sound at the door, as if a group of mice were digging a burrow, God, don’t really come in... Maybe it’s a pangolin, but are there any pangolins here?

"Harry?" someone called him.

Harry opened his eyes, and the freckled red-haired boy was watching him cautiously from the door.

"..." The heart started beating again, and Harry moved his head to prove that he was awake.

"Stay still, Harry." Ron carefully began to draw out his wand and gesture in the air. "There is a magic circle here."

"Damn it, why is Kingsley's formation different from what we know!" He hurriedly took a few steps into the room.

"Shut up, Ron," came Hermione's voice, her muffled voice coming from the darkness outside the door. "Wave your hands up, don't shake, use your height advantage, wave and shake... yes, wave and shake..."

Harry couldn't help laughing, a faint smile glowing on his pale face.

Looking at them, it seems to be back to the first grade, that is the memory of the previous life, the first grade!Fluffy little witch and little red-nosed Ronnie...

"Yu-ja-di-mo-le-vi-o-sa—"

Harry was thinking in a trance, flicking, flicking... The clear sunlight came in from the classroom window, gilding the books and the clean feathers on the table...

Seeing the big boy frowning and struggling to stand on tiptoe, his long arms almost reached the ceiling... Ron succeeded!He and Hermione strode into the room, carrying the smell of sunshine and rain from memory...

"Harry!" Hermione sobbed in a low voice, her pointed chin poked on Harry's shoulder, and Ron pulled Hermione to signal the door.

They stepped aside, and Harry saw a fellow standing in the doorway, with black robes hanging loosely from his shoulders to his toes, half of his body covered in darkness and half blurred by the faint candlelight.

Draco, his body seemed to be warming up again, and Harry saw his pale blond hair and the familiar smirk under his nose in an instant.

"Listen to me, Harry." Hermione turned her head to look at Harry anxiously again, her voice still trembling, her fingers tightly wrapped around Harry's hand. "We're running out of time!"

"Drink this." Hermione took a bottle of potion from Ron and handed it to Harry. "It tastes a bit bitter..."

Harry obediently opened it and drank it, just like drinking a glass of plain water.

The effect of the potion began to take effect very quickly, and the pain in the body subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Get out of here, Harry." Hermione's hands were covered with cold sweat, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. "We can't break up with the Ministry of Magic, we can't keep you..."

"I know." Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry, Harry." Standing aside, Ron continued, pursing his lips. "We've been looking for everyone who can help us, Snape, Dumbledore...there's nothing left...they want to take you to the Ministry of Magic...you know...if you go there... ..."

……

"The DA is about to disband, they put able seniors in the ranks of the Aurors... Sirius is making a fuss and is under house arrest in the infirmary... Chaos, chaos, everyone is crazy ..."

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"Get out of here..." Hermione bowed her head and shoulders but trembling.

"Never come back again."

Harry's eyes became moist again, and the pain in his body was overwhelming him in waves. Where did the pain come from?Harry started to feel cold again, dead cold, like being thrown into a black lake in January...the black lake never freezes, and there are big octopuses in it, they won't watch him drown... But he was about to be drowned, by the cold air penetrating every corner of the room, by the impenetrable darkness under the candlelight...

Never come back again, you told me not to come back again... Why do you say that, he will take it seriously.

Hogwarts, he's never coming back...

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"Draco will take you out of here, to any safe place, Harry...go to recuperate well, I have prepared a lot of things for you, Draco can protect you..."

"And Dumbledore." Hermione wiped her face and took out a small golden thing from her bosom. Harry's heart moved when he saw it. "He asked me to give you this...

"

"Do you know why?" asked Ron, who shook his head with a frown. "A golden snitch..."

Harry took the little thing in a daze, the silver wings fluttered between his fingers a few times and then hung down on Harry's fingertips like a collapse.

How long has he been flying?

The feeling of spinning against the wind in the light blue sky, the feeling of shuttling between layers of thin clouds, flying from the clear and bright sky into the lingering rain, from the afterglow of pink orange into the black clouds under the stars ...

That exuberant fearlessness...

who knows where.

"Professor Dumbledore told you to open it when you're done..." Hermione looked at Harry exploratoryly, but couldn't see any emotion on that pale face.

"Thank you," said Harry, who had long since run out of words.

Hermione bowed her head in disappointment.

"There's no time... Hermione." Ron gave Hermione a hand. "They have to hurry up and leave."

"Remember, Harry. The war has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't have come back, you shouldn't have come back..." Ron opened his mouth and flashed an ugly smile at him, the candlelight flickering on his face But passing by, a touch of gold on the eyes was brightened.

"Live it."

live on...