HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Regulus' things could only be put away because they couldn't be disposed of, and Harry and Draco were strictly forbidden by Snape to interfere. The two of them were locked outside Snape's office, and Snape was inside Gather everything and try to hide the boy's stuff.

And Harry asked Draco, "How did you find out?"

Draco's face was as white as paper, staring at his toes in a daze, Harry didn't know what the other party was thinking.

But Harry was sure he heard it.

He was sure that the other party knew what he wanted to know.

After a while, Draco said softly, "You remember me wondering if she was the man's daughter, right?"

"Yes," Harry remembered, "since you came back from your Christmas holidays, you've been particularly concerned about this one thing."

"A lot happened during the holidays," the boy murmured, "Potter, she almost killed Bellatrix."

She just said it.

"I was next to her when she pinned Bellatrix against the wall," said the boy palely. "I'll never forget it, Harry, I'll never forget that scene."

"what happened?"

Draco took a test tube out of his pocket, the one Snape had emptied earlier, held the test tube in front of him, and used his wand to draw a memory out of his mind, "Pooh Te, take it," he said softly, "before I regret it..."

"Draco," Harry looked at him, he didn't think the other person felt quite right, "are you okay?"

Draco looked up at him, "Potter, I envy you sometimes," he whispered, "I envy you for knowing nothing..."

"Some things..." Then he said, "Some things only I know..."

Finally, trembling, Draco handed the test tube to Harry.

Harry held it.

Draco didn't let go.

"Draco?" Harry asked him subconsciously, "Draco..."

Draco shoved the test tube into his hand and pushed him away, "Potter!" Draco said, "Run! Don't make me regret it!"

Harry caught it subconsciously, and ran wildly.

And Draco watched all this coldly behind him.

Harry subconsciously wanted to find a safe place to stay.

but……

He ended up back at the Room of Requirement anyway.

The door to the Room of Requirement is empty.

Most of the people went to the lobby.

He said in his mind, I need a Pensieve, I need a place where I can only go in and use the Pensieve.

This time the Room of Requirement was probably because his request was very simple.

Just a small, dark room appeared.

Which was good, because Harry thought he might break if it was the messy room with everything again.

She just died here...

Harry shook his head.

He didn't want to keep thinking about these things.

There is a pensieve right in the middle of the house.

He didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, he knew he had to get these things over with before Draco backed down.

I wonder why Draco would know.

I wonder why he was so scared at that time.

He said so in his heart.

He tried to convince himself with this statement.

But he knew he just wanted to see her again.

He had poured the memory into it and started looking.

"Vera." He heard Draco's voice, and he stood outside the living room door of Malfoy's house again. Vera's pace was very fast, as if she was rushing to somewhere, she was walking from the living room to the corridor, And Draco was waiting for her just outside.

He called her several times and she ignored him.

He seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

"Are you all right?" he asked her.

This time the memory is a little distorted, for some reason the surrounding environment and colors are a little distorted and distorted.

She came out of the door with a cold face.

And Bellatrix stood beside Draco.

Bellatrix.

Harry subconsciously wanted to grab his own wand, but he realized that he was safe, that he was in Draco's memory.

Bellatrix is ​​not here.

She's just a memory... that's all.

just like……

Just like Vera standing by the door at this time.

Bellatris put her hand on her belly and called out flamboyantly, "Miss."

Vera's green eyes watched her coldly.

"You know," Bellatris smiled triumphantly, "You know..."

However, in the next second, she was gagged by a magic spell and flew backwards, through a long corridor and was pinned to the wall. Draco wanted to scream, but he covered his mouth. Mouth.

He just followed Vera and strode over there.

Harry heard Draco calling her softly, "Vera?"

The girl didn't even look at him, she approached Bellatris, "You thought it would be good if you had his child?"

There was something wrong with her voice.

"Bellatrice," she whispered, "you should thank him, thank you Regulus," she tilted her head, infinitely close to Bellatris's ear, every word she said was like Whispering, but Draco heard it clearly, even Harry heard it very clearly, she said, "I promised Regulus, on the premise that I know a person is related to me, unless that person If someone attacks me, otherwise I will never kill him or her..." She looked at Bellatris, "I only promised that he would not kill anyone who did not attack me..."

"And you, Bellatris, you gave me the Unforgivable Curse when we first met..." She put her hand on Bellatric's neck.

"But..." Her mood seemed abnormal, her chest heaved violently, and she seemed to be trying to restrain herself, "Bellatrice, you have a child..."

"The relationship between your child and me is twisted and weird, but I still can't deny the fact that it has something to do with me..."

"It didn't do anything to me...I can't..." she almost murmured, "but you know what? If your baby is born and my Regulus dies..." She laughed , "No, this kind of thing won't happen..."

She said softly, "Bellatrice," and she looked at her father's cousin, who was not a third of her opponent's age, "Bellatrice..." She looked at her enemy, " Believe it or not, as long as I am willing to let him touch me..."

Draco looked as if someone had cursed him, he was trembling violently, his lips were trembling, and no sound could come out of his throat.

The colors and shapes of the whole scene began to change more, and Harry even felt that Bellatrix's face in this whole memory was a little distorted.

And the girl still murmured, "Bellatrice, as long as I'm willing to let him touch me..."

"Vera!" Draco finally let out a scream that was not much louder than a whisper.

"I can let him dig out the baby in your belly and give it to me," she said softly, "I can let him feed his own baby to the snake, believe it or not?"

"I promised Regulus not to kill," she said, "but I never said I wouldn't let someone else do it for me..."

"Vera..." Draco seemed to use all his strength to squeeze out these words, "Vera..."

And Vera let go, "Bellatrice, I don't do it because I can't," she said softly, as if she had returned to normal, "I don't do it because," she looked at Bellatris' eyes confirmed that the other party felt the breath of a high-level predator to a certain extent, "It's because of you and that thing in your stomach...you are not worthy of me..."

She hugged the other person's head and said very lightly, "But don't make me angry anymore."

In a second, without hesitation, she slammed the opponent's head against the wall.

"Don't do it again."

Then she knocked Bellatrice's head down hard again.

Just like she did to Harry.

"It would be fine if you killed Sirius, but you sent him through that door..." she said, "you even touched Regulus...you even got his child... "

"You really..." she said, "make me think you're annoying..."

"They said you like to play with knives." She slid her hand along Bellatrix's clothes into the other's pocket, and she took out a small silver knife from it, and then she slammed the silver knife Nailed to the wall, right next to Bellatrice's ear, rubbing her ear and driving in until the blade was completely sunk in the wall.

You just can't believe she has so much strength.

"I like it too, Bellatris, this may be the best proof of the blood relationship between you and me..."

"They all say you're crazy, but," she said softly, her pretty face expressionless, "Bellatrice, I'm afraid you don't know how crazy I am..."

She said softly, "The women on my mother's side are crazier than the other... and the Black family and the Gunter family are almost two families that specialize in producing lunatics. You are a lunatic, and Sirius's mother is not much better... I Destined not to be a normal person... What if these kinds of bloodlines are combined..." She suddenly laughed, "I'm afraid you don't know..."

She let go suddenly.

took two steps back.

Stumbling, she covered her head, as if she had a headache.

She whispered, "No..." She murmured, "How could you do this to me?"

All the blood on her face disappeared in an instant, and her lips almost merged with the surrounding skin.

"Do not……"

And Draco reached out to support him, "Vera..."

He seemed about to cry, "Vera, are you feeling unwell?"

She waved his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

She took a few deep breaths, and suddenly laughed, "Bellatrice," she said with a wide smile, "the child in your belly saved your life, I promised Regulus, in the presence of people who are related to me I can't kill them without trying to hurt me."

She raised her head, "Even if you killed my father, I still can't find his bones..."

"Even if you touched him...but you have a child..."

"I don't like it at all...but it's in your body, and if I kill you, I'll kill it at the same time..."

She looked at the ceiling for a while, "Bellatrice, wait for your child to be born..."

She looked at Bellatrix. "How many months?"

But Bellatrice could not speak at all.

So she looked at Bellatrice's belly for a while.

She said, "She said you might be between two and three months..." She took a deep breath, "Bellatrice..."

She laughed miserably, "I guess you are two months old...it should be born in August..."

She chuckled, "Bellatrice..." She looked at Bellatris, "You'd better hope Regulus is safe..."

She put her hand on the other's stomach, "Bellatrice..."

Gently, but the next second she pressed down hard.

"You have to remember that you're alive because of him! You'd better think of it this way..."

"Otherwise..." She lowered her voice again, "I don't care what I promised him..."

"I'll dissect your belly, dig this child out and kill you..."

Her hand was still on Bellatrix's stomach, "Don't worry," she said, "Aunt Bella, it's not as big as a grape, I can't crush it now..."

"I wouldn't kill it, but Muggles tell me that fetuses born prematurely at around seven months..." she murmured, "usually...don't survive."

There was a cluster of dark green flames in her eyes.

"I won't kill it, at least not with my own hands, it will die of its own weakness."

A house-elf came running in the distance, "Miss's tea," it said happily, "Derry makes tea faster than all of them put together, the master said that the lady's robes are wet and let them find new ones." Come on, they must have gone to the attic..."

Vera fell silent.

This memory suddenly seems to have lost a little bit of vivid color, but the picture is calm and normal again.

She looked up at Draco, "What are you sad about?" she asked him in a low voice.

"Don't like me," she said, "I told you, everyone told you! Don't like me, Draco, I'm only going to make you sad, and I don't say that for any other reason , it’s just because you’re sad that I’m sad too!”

Draco looked at her for a long time, "I'm fine."

She obviously didn't believe it, and after a moment, she said, "My shoes are wet."

Draco took the tea from the elf, his face was pale, but his tone became calm, as if he didn't hear or see anything, as if the one who just came here with a cup of tea was not a house elf but a house elf. It was him, he said, "Derry, go get your shoes and socks."

She seemed to have recovered.

He whispered, "Take it off, it's easy to catch a cold in wet socks."

"Yeah." She nodded, but she almost fell when she squatted down, Draco supported her, put the teacup into her hand, and squatted down to help her take off her shoes.

First the high heels, then the wet socks.

After taking off her shoes, she was much shorter, and instead of being aggressive like before, she revealed a little fragility.

Those little feet stepped on the dark carpet, as beautiful as a lifeless object.

Smooth, pale, delicate skin, but cold.

She seemed lifeless, without temperature or movement.

Draco couldn't help but warm her with his hands.

His two palms covered her two insteps respectively.

But after a moment, she kicked him away. "Okay," she said, "let's move away a little bit, they're coming out."

Draco took the saucer from the elf and followed her.

He seemed to know everything, yet seemed unable to believe it.

The elf blinked at them, and finally put away Vera's shoes and socks according to Draco's instructions, and ran away to nowhere.

It said, "Derry must find the shoes before Perry and them!"

The memory ends here.

And Harry covered his face, crying silently in the darkness.

He had never been so desperate.