[HP] Crack

Draco hoped that when he woke up, he could find himself lying on the big comfortable bed at home, covered with a thick and soft quilt, and there was a cup of hot tea on the bedside table.It doesn't matter if you're surrounded by a bunch of scary strange Death Eaters, it's better than finding yourself lying in a sickly hospital bed with half a broken arm.

He didn't know how things came to this.Originally, he was just wandering aimlessly on the street. The atmosphere at home made him feel tired and scared. He tried his best to escape from the sight of his parents and planned to go out to get some air.He doesn't have a definite destination, he can go anywhere-anywhere is better than home.

However, he retracted the sentence a few minutes later.

The adder, which he had not seen at Malfoy Manor for weeks, was swarming around Harry Potter.And his former rival also looked very wrong, looking at him indifferently, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.He had never felt such a strong sense of oppression on him, it was so oppressive that he couldn't raise his head, and couldn't utter a single sarcasm, as if he lost control of his heartbeat.

Draco slowly opened his eyes, staring straight at the pale ceiling.It was too much like an unreal nightmare, the dark cemetery, the pale tombstones, the slow-moving big snake, he cut off his arm without any resistance, and fell into a boiling cauldron...Bleeding and crying, He fell powerlessly on the snow, the winter night wind whistling against his head, no one cared about his life or death.

He wants to go back, he screams inside, he's wrong, he's going to go back - he won't come out again, sorry, sorry...

He sniffed, and the pungent smell of disinfectant rushed into his nasal cavity, almost choking his tears out.He moved his left arm, tried to move his fingers—no fingers, nothing, all he could see was a thick bandage that gave off a strange smell.He finally understood that this was not a dream.

He wants to go back, wants to go home...

The door creaked open, he trembled all over, and subconsciously turned his head to look there.Two people he least wanted to see now appeared at the door.

"Did we come too early?" The boy asked in a low voice, hesitantly looked at the door for a while, and stepped in cautiously.

Yeah, it's too early, get out, he thought viciously, clenching his right hand into a fist.

"He's awake," said another sharp voice, and Draco straightened up.

The man stopped at the door of the ward, and the boy walked slowly to the bed.Draco subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but felt that it was unnecessary.He didn't have the guts to lie to Voldemort... But why did Potter stay with his master?

"Malfoy," said Harry, pulling up a chair next to him, "how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a tone: "I feel very good, don't worry about it, Potter."

"The therapist said you'll be out of the hospital in a few days." Harry didn't seem to catch the sarcasm in his words, "and then you'll be able to—er, go home, and…"

"I thought you were going to arrest me." He cut him off.

Harry scratched his hair, looking embarrassed, not knowing what to do next.

"—no, I mean, it's a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" The word hit one of his pain points, and his voice suddenly rose, "I broke a hand because of a misunderstanding? Why don't you die, Potter?"

"I--"

"Hurry up, Potter." Voldemort, who was standing at the door, said suddenly, and both of them were startled.Draco's face became even paler, and the blood in his body seemed to be frozen.He felt like crying for no reason.

"I want to ask you a favor, Malfoy." Harry said quickly, watching his expression, "When you get back, can you help me see if Hermione is at your house?"

He knew that Malfoy Manor had been a Death Eater stronghold since fifth year.If Hermione was still alive - and he hardly dared to contemplate the possibility of her death - there was a good chance she had been taken there.

"What, has the Mudblood been arrested?" Draco thought they would leave now, and Voldemort's seemingly substantial sight made him more and more restless.

"I don't know, she might be at your house."

Draco glanced at Voldemort quietly, he really didn't understand what was going on now.The master not only refused to kill Potter, but also allowed him to save others... Could this be a test for himself? ... Then should he agree?

"I'm not sure," he said slowly after a while, "my hand isn't ready yet, let's talk about it then."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Voldemort again. The latter's expression remained unchanged, which made him a little uneasy.

"Well... I know it looks dangerous, you just need to tell me if she's at Malfoy Manor, and you don't have to do anything else." Harry said, he also glanced at Voldemort behind him, and found that he hadn't done anything Strange thing, can't help but feel a little confused.

Draco was silent for a while, and finally said, "I don't know, I can't help you. I'm going to rest, my hand isn't healed yet."

Harry was about to say something more when a cold hand grabbed his arm.He looked back to see Voldemort standing in front of him.

"Time is up."

"What? But it wasn't said before—" Before Harry could finish, Voldemort dragged him out impatiently.Draco watched dumbly as they put on the Invisibility Cloak at the door, and Voldemort shot him a sideways look, nearly rolling off the bed in fright.

It was a warning, he knew it.He can't tell what happened today, and he can't even mention a word about what happened yesterday, otherwise he will be finished.

"Why stop me? He's about to agree, and you didn't say a time limit before!" Harry immediately shook his hand away from the hospital and questioned.They stood in a narrow, dark alley, unable to get too far from each other under the cloak of invisibility.The shadows of the trees fell on the faces and shoulders of the two, as if they were covered with ash.

"Unfortunately, I don't see him wanting to say yes."

"I haven't tried it yet, why are you—"

"Enough, you promised to cooperate with me, don't waste time."

Harry stared at him, biting his lower lip so hard it was almost bleeding.Yes, he knew, of course this man only cared about himself, not at all whether his friend was dead or alive - how could he care?He wished they were all dead, didn't he?

Perhaps sensing the hatred in his eyes, the man took a step closer, pressed him against the wet wall of the alley, and pressed his shoulder with one hand.

"Are you regretting?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of danger.Harry shook off his hands on his shoulders and said coldly, "No."

"That's the best."

The agreement they reached this morning was that Voldemort accompanied Harry to the hospital to find Draco, and Harry had to cooperate with Voldemort to find the magic.

Obviously, this agreement was very unreasonable. Even if Harry got some additional conditions later, it was still very unfavorable to him, but he had no room to refuse.His wand was broken, and stealing it from Voldemort would be next to impossible, without the wand he couldn't get out of his grasp.Maybe he can take advantage of the chaos and escape, but as long as he uses his identity, he can be found out quickly.He also thought about grabbing a wand and escaping in the hospital, but this idea was quickly rejected by him.He still remembered those poor wizards in the Ministry of Magic who had their wands taken away by force. He didn't know how those people would work and live without their wands... He couldn't harm people because of this, and if it ruined their families, it was all his. wrong.

"I disagree. Why would I hand a knife to someone who wants to kill me?"

"Unless you don't want to see your friends again."

"Don't threaten me with this, I have other ways to save her." He blushed.

"Perhaps, when you rush to her, you may only see her for the last time." He said viciously, seeing the boy's face redder with satisfaction, "You know what I said is the truth."

"But if you kill me before I go to save her, what the hell is the point? You think I'm going to believe your bullshit?" What to do when."

Voldemort stared at him for a moment, then said slowly, "Five minutes."

"what?"

"After you help me find it, in return, I will give you 5 minutes of pardon. I will not kill you during these 5 minutes."

"Oh, should I be grateful?" he sneered. "Five minutes, what a generosity, I can't imagine you think I need this—"

"Then what else do you want?" His voice suddenly became cold and hissed, "I can't let you go, Potter, you know it in your heart."

"I know myself," Harry shot back, "I need 10 minutes and a wand, and wands can't be taken from innocent wizards."

"It is impossible for me to prepare a wand for you."

"Is this the end of the conversation? Great, I'm leaving now." Harry said angrily, "I'm not the one who can't use magic anyway."