HP leap time

The waves gently brushed against the rocky shore, and the remaining snow on it was rolled into the sea to melt.

Draco stood there wrapped in a thick cloak, watching the pale orange light scattered in the sea, and a few egrets flapped their wings silently across the sky, and then disappeared into the shadow that the setting sun could not cover.

Draco just stood there looking at the line of the sea and the sky. Under the golden orange, a gray owl hissed and flew towards him in the wind.

"Draco?" Harry wrapped the scarf tightly around his neck, his black hair was messed up by the evening sea breeze, and he walked towards the blond boy who burned it with magic power after reading the letter go. "Narcissa's?"

Draco nodded, closed his cloak and remained silent.Harry leaned over in three steps at a time, resting his head on Draco's shoulder, half-embracing and half-embracing, putting all his strength on it.

Draco stepped back unsteadily and leaned against an ugly crooked neck tree next to him, the remaining snow on it shattered to the ground.

"Oh." Draco uttered a single syllable, sweeping all the shattered ice off his shoulders with his hands.

"What did the letter say?" Harry asked sullenly.

"She told me not to write to her, it's not safe." Draco turned his head slightly and brushed his cheek against Harry's hair.

"How's the situation?" Harry continued.

"It's none of your business, Potter," Draco said. "Mind your own business!"

"I'll take you abroad when I find a chance and prepare the procedures." Draco continued. "Where do you want to go? Ireland, Iceland... Or go further away? The United States, Canada? Or Russia? They have never had a good relationship with us. It's more funny to go there... Forget it, don't talk about it, where I go, where do you go?" Well, anyway, I have the final say."

"Is the situation not optimistic?" Harry asked, he could feel Draco's body stiffen. "Tell me, tell me, I want to know..."

"You know what's the use?" Draco hissed back. "You can't do anything."

"..." Harry fell silent again, he just moved his head to a more comfortable angle, and the soft fur on his head tickled Draco.

"What can you do if I don't tell you?" Draco's body was a little sore from being hung up by the other party. He pushed him carefully, but found that he couldn't move at all.

"Not eating." Harry said sullenly.

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, what the hell... Who can tell him where the stinky fart and majestic savior went?

"You're an idiot, Potter." Draco frowned, feeling depressed. "I feel like I'm raising a son..."

"Are you molesting your son? Pervert." Harry retracted his hand and let him go, grabbing the groping hand that was stuck inside his robe.

Harry looked up at him with unquestioning eyes. "Come on, Draco, I need to know."

Draco met him with lowered gray eyes, a long silence and a smirk on his pale face.

"Hogwarts is surrounded, the Ministry of Magic is attacked..."

The night wind blew away the last trace of reddish light, and the gradually darker blue-gray night slowly fell.

"Same as last life?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded, trapped Hogwarts, and attacked the Ministry of Magic...

"We will be relatively safe during this period of time. Narcissa asked me to take you out of here early and go to...a farther place."

Harry shrank his neck and took two steps back, the deep blue sea reflected in his eyes.

"Okay!" he responded. "Take me away."

Harry took two steps towards the tent and suddenly stopped in place. He turned his head and looked at Draco in panic, opened his mouth and stared sharply.

"Fuck!" Harry roared, crouching down.

Draco panicked too, is it coming again?He quickly pulled out his wand and threw two binding spells at the guy on the snow, watching Harry lying on the ground struggling, his chest heaving violently...

It's getting more and more frequent... Draco thought painfully, the last time was three days ago, and now it's started again... Every time it takes him a long time to recover, this kind of pain that repeats itself is really something that a person can Can you bear it?

"hiss……"

Harry suddenly stopped moving. He lay on the snow and gasped for a few breaths before sitting up, the binding spell still bound tightly around his body.The dark green scarf, robe, and head were covered with a mixture of sand and ice slag.

Harry looked up, scarlet pupils gleaming in the deepening air.

"Good evening, Draco." Harry said with a grin on his face, his voice grim and hoarse.

"..." Draco ignored him, his body tensed and his wand firmly held in his hand.

"Where is this..." Harry said softly. "A beach..."

"Unfortunately I missed the sunset..."

"Aren't you going back? Draco." He raised his head and asked him again, sizing him up with those unfamiliar pupils. "You can get great benefits from handing over Harry Potter to any party. Why do you want to betray the entire wizarding world?"

"..." Draco looked at him silently, aiming the tip of his staff at his head intently.

"Are you really willing to do it?" Harry laughed ugly. "He's going to die, Harry Potter is going to die..."

"Well, I know you don't care anymore," he continued. "This boy tried his best to hinder me, trying to split his body into two halves... When the gap between the soul and the body widens until it cannot be healed, until it is completely divided into two halves... What do you think will happen?"

Draco's arm trembled, and Harry's smile deepened.The moonlight shot from behind the pale golden boy, pulling out a faint icy light.

"He's going to die," Harry said word for word. "He's killing himself."

Draco gritted his teeth and felt the cold wind pricking his skin like needles. It was so cold here that his stomach was nauseated.

"Why don't you talk?" Harry tilted his head and moved on the ground.

Draco stared at him warily, as he had done several times before, Voldemort was too cunning for him to take it lightly.

"Tell me what you think..." Harry continued to induce. "I never blamed you for betraying me, Draco, I hated that Voldemort just as much, he wanted to kill me... You see, we have the same enemy, we are together..."

"You are a Malfoy, you should know what to do and what not to do like your father, I can forgive your mistake and give you a chance..."

"You wouldn't let Harry Potter kill himself, would you?" he hissed, moonlight in his crimson eyes.

Draco lowered his wand under the wonderful gaze of the other party.

"Are you done?" he smirked.

"Do you think you're still the Dark Lord?" As soon as the words fell, the smile on Harry's face froze.

"I know Harry Potter is going to die," he continued, his voice cold. "You're going to die too."

"So what, you all deserve it." Draco looked at Harry's frozen expression with pleasure and amused his heart. "A self-righteous bastard and an out-of-body idiot..."

"Why do you think I don't want to talk to you?" Draco smiled. "Because I don't like talking to idiots..."

"Draco Malfoy, you will pay the price." Harry whispered, his eyes suddenly hardened.

"The price." Draco raised his hand again and said relaxedly, the moonlight was slightly blue on his pale face. "I paid in my last life!"

"And..." Draco lowered his voice again, but raised his head high. "You don't know Malfoy at all, you don't know me..."

"You don't have the right to understand me either!" Every single word fell into the gray wind that was wrapped in moonlight.

……

It was already late at night when Harry woke up again, and the pace of sleeping and waking seemed to be faster.When he saw those familiar green eyes opened with fatigue, Draco almost fell to the ground. He untied his cloak and wrapped the big boy tightly in the cold wind, and then used the cold Qing's trembling hands cast a warming spell.

"Uh..." Harry groaned in pain, the exhaustion and severe pain in his body were like sea waves wrapped in crushed ice covering his body, submerging him one after another, and then scratching his body with blood and flesh...

"Let's go to the tent, Harry." Draco said softly, his voice trembling unbelievably, he tried to move him, and Harry let out a piercing scream.

"Okay, okay, not going anywhere, not going anywhere..." Draco hugged him tightly, pressing his head in his arms, the wand in his hand was glowing with white crazily, healing spells and warming spells Wrap him tightly.

Harry was lying on Draco's body and breathing rapidly, his throat was full of sweet bloody smell, and his eyes were blurred.The illusion brought about by the pain of his soul being torn apart lasted for a long time. The pain of the previous life and the pain of this life seemed to overlap, and the sea breeze mixed with the fine fishy smell wantonly destroyed everything that was intact in his body...

"Merge with me, Harry Potter." Tom Riddle's voice echoed in his mind, and the remaining magic power instantly gushed out from the crack and swallowed him completely...

fuck you fusion...

……

It was early morning when it calmed down, and the morning light carried the cold wind from the sea to illuminate the remaining snow on the ground.Draco was still holding him stiffly, Harry moved a little, his body went limp for a while, those damn pains and hallucinations had gradually faded away, he finally started to feel the cold, and subconsciously moved towards Draco Made it together.

"Harry?" Draco opened his eyes and licked his cold, dry lips. He supported Harry's body, and Harry naturally wrapped his legs around his waist, tighter than before. Hugged together, Draco freed up another hand to help Harry close the cloak and added a few warming spells.

"Good morning." Harry's voice came from the side of his neck, sounding lazy and weak as if he had just woken up.

"Good morning, Scarhead." Draco couldn't help but smile. "Have a good time last night?"

"It's so cool." Harry smiled idiotically, and coughed violently again, his body trembling non-stop.Draco frowned and stroked his thin spine.He thought to himself, he should be taken away earlier, if Miss Wanshitong sees that he has made his scarred head look like this, he will probably die.

"What did he tell you last night?" Harry asked curiously.

"He asked me what would you do if you died? I said you deserve it if you die." Draco whispered in his ear, his warm breath tickling his ear.

Harry smiled silently, and looked towards the sea from this direction. The egret pierced the sky with pale golden morning light, and the sparkling sea surface undulated...

"Are you afraid?" Harry said lightly, his eyes fell on the small island not far away, where the light blue fog blurred the criss-crossing reefs.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Are you afraid of my death?" Harry said again, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

Draco panicked again, is he afraid?Afraid?The sourness surged from the depths of the body and overflowed through the nasal cavity.

"Scared." Draco hugged him tightly, tears welling in his eyes.

"But I hope you die soon." He added cruelly, rather than living in such pain, it is better to die...

"Why?" Harry asked knowingly, but Draco didn't answer him again.

"The whole world is expecting me to die." Harry laughed. "It's terrible."

worldwide?Are you joking again... Draco twitched his lips and wanted to ask him, how about you?Are you afraid of it?You still have the mood to say bad things, so are you afraid of death?Just like many times before, he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of getting the same result.

Not afraid, Harry Potter is not afraid, how could he be afraid, why was he afraid?

If even Harry Potter is afraid of death, can the world be saved?

You are not afraid, but I am afraid, I am so afraid that you will die like this, why do you die like this, why are you not afraid, why do you have to bear the pain of parting alone...

"Draco." Harry buried his neck, and the warm liquid seeped into Draco's skin, scorching every inch of his blood like a flame.

He cried?Draco's eyes widened suddenly, his heart was choked, why?

"The whole world wants me dead." Harry's voice was shaking.

"But I'm so scared, I'm afraid I'm going to die..."

Draco's body froze in an instant, and as soon as the strength in his hand was loosened, he fell unconsciously. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but he felt that the wind was so cold here, his body was so tired, and his heart seemed to be broken along with something... …

"I don't want to die..."

The broken sound fell into Draco's body and turned into ice slag.

Draco's eyes blurred, and tears fell down in a daze.

Aren't you Harry Potter...