HP+ first love is no small matter

The dark-haired boy fell to his knees.

She was sitting on the ground, her right hand and left leg drooping unnaturally.

His face was pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Draco felt that she was no longer struggling, let go of her, and was greeted with a loud slap from her.

This made Narcissa involuntarily let go of her so that she could examine her son's face.

She struggled to stand against the wall, her green eyes somehow bright as stars.

"You killed him." She said softly, and then she looked at the people in the living room, her eyes passing over them one by one, "Everyone present who didn't stop you is your accomplice."

"They are mine," said the Dark Lord in a sleepy voice, "just as you are mine."

"I'm not yours," she had to whisper because of the pain while gasping. "I will never be yours, not in the past, not now, and not in the future."

"Really?" He looked at her, "but you will never go again, you will never go anywhere, you will be safe, you will be obedient, and you will be the most perfect. Because I finally helped you deal with it." I solved your biggest problem, and I finally got you back to normal..."

"You're looking at me like an animal," she sneered, "You're looking at me like a cat or dog in heat, because heat has caused some sort of problem, causing all sorts of incomprehensible problems to her owner." Trouble, you want to solve those troubles, so you..."

"I'm right," he said, "he'll hurt you, he's broken you, but I, I can make you back, I can make you better."

He stared at her, just stared at her, and for some reason that gaze made him look unusually soft.

He called her, "Miss."

He said softly, "Miss, you smile." He stretched out his hand, "Come here, miss, come to me."

He smiled, "Miss, smile, and come here."

However, she only felt that this person seemed to be crazy, completely crazy.

But where am I?

I'm a lunatic too, yes, I bleed his blood and he bleeds Slytherin, we're both lunatics.

"Can you make me better? Maybe you can tear a small apple tree that is slightly bent by the wind into the shape you want, but if the crooked tree has grown Has it reached the point where you can't correct it?" She looked at him provocatively, "What if I'm not what you hoped for?"

"What are you talking about, Miss?" He didn't know why he was in a subtle trance, and that kind of trance made his ability to think less.

But she smiled and looked at him full of vengeance, "I heard that men have three requirements for women, first kiss, first love, and first night. I heard that they value the last one the most. Although I don't know where their brains are. Problem, because I don't mind at all if I'm their first woman so I can't understand why they want to be a woman's first man like that."

Narcissa stared at the girl in horror.

And the girl has lost everything she cared about.

"But I've given away everything now." She stared at him and sneered, "You can think about what I mean, really."

The other party has already stepped back several steps.

"I swear I won't lie to you," she said softly, "so I'll tell you a name, Harry Potter. Then you guess someone else, okay?"

The Dark Lord calmly raised his wand, but the green light flew away after brushing Draco's ear. Narcissa hugged her son tightly in fear, and the Dark Lord said softly, "Miss, you really , so naughty."

"Kill him," she said softly, "kill him."

"He dislocated his arms and legs and dislocated yours in the same way," the Dark Lord looked at her, "so if I kill him..." he smiled, "my lady. You're very clever, but you always Think other people are stupid."

However, the boy suddenly twitched at this moment, and the people around him subconsciously stepped back a few steps. Is he alive?

She crawled over in surprise, "Re..."

He was alive in the Dark Lord's Avada Kedavra?Narcissa thought, still alive?

The last one alive was Harry Potter, this time it's him?

But he couldn't say a word, he just struggled in one of his sister's arms, and the severe pain swept over him, making him unable to say a word, just pinching her arm and watching her.

"Re?" she said tremblingly, "what's wrong with you?"

He stared at her and wanted to touch her face with his hand. She held his hand tightly with her left hand and pressed it against her face. "Are you in pain?" She smiled, "It hurts?"

He twitched without saying a word.

"I'm very contradictory," she said, "I want to say that if you can stay with me forever, I won't care how painful you are, but you are in such pain now..."

"What should I do with you?" She looked at him, as if she was the only one in the world, "but I know what I should do, you are in such pain."

"Do you have my knife?" she said to herself as she reached into his robe pocket, "You said it was too dangerous for me to play with knives all the time." She had what she wanted.

Cold, familiar, a handful of silver guns.

She stared at his face and refused to take her eyes off for a moment, "Playing with knives has its benefits, I know how to use it..."

"I have to kill you," she lowered her head, kissed his lips in front of everyone, and then parted, "Do you think he can kill you...but he can't, you're wrong Well, Re, no one can kill you but me. But you gotta give me something before you want me to do something," she said. "It hurts, right? I hurt too."

Then she clenched the handle of the knife tightly and pierced all the blades into his heart at once.

He stopped trembling, just lying in her arms, where he suddenly turned into fine silver powder.

She looked at the powder and felt that the knife in her hand was piercing down helplessly because it lost its original piercing entity, and it was on her thigh.

She subconsciously used some strength, so the blade cut her long skirt and grazed her skin. Along with the pain, a line of blood oozed from her white and soft skin.

However, the blood was quickly absorbed by the soft long skirt and stuck to her skin.

He's not here anymore.

He died and disappeared.

Just like what she saw in her dream.

She stumbled to her feet, but within a split second she was invaded by darkness.

Everything in the world had left her, and she was alone and would always be.