[HP] End of Death

No. 12 Grimmauld Place was shrouded in indelible shadow as always, and there was no one in the room.The long heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and the murals hung on the mottled walls were also gloomy and serious, seeming to stare at them from the gloom.

It was hard for Harry to understand why Kreacher liked to keep Black's house the way it was, maybe it was a copy of how the house had been before, but it only made it look darker and darker.

They sat around the sofa in the living room, and Ron pulled aside a dusty curtain—Kreacher seemed to have cast some magic on it, making it extremely difficult to move.

Harry and Draco were sitting on a sofa, with Ron and Hermione sitting across from them.His hand was tightly held by him, and Harry tried unsuccessfully to break free.Ron obviously saw the little movement between them and snorted.

"I think we should make a plan for the next itinerary." Hermione broke the calm, she took out a small notebook and a quill, "Actually, Harry, during the few days you disappeared, I discussed it with Ron, we still need to find the few remaining Horcruxes. There are two things left from Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, and the snake that was well protected by Voldemort— —”

"Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem," said Ron quickly, glancing at Draco. "We've seen Hufflepuff's cup in our memory, but you think it Where might it be hidden?"

They escaped violently for a while, and one by one possible locations were proposed and crossed out one by one.Just as Harry was about to say something, the scar on his forehead suddenly hurt, and he subconsciously covered it, Hermione immediately looked over worriedly.

"What's the matter, Harry?"

"I-I'm going to the toilet." Harry stood up, resisting the pain in his forehead and walked into the toilet.He locked the door, turned on the faucet, splashed a handful of water on his face.This action only cooled the burning sensation a bit, but the illusion in his mind became clearer.He gasped, closed his eyes in discomfort, and wiped the water on his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"...So, you let Potter escape again?" The high-pitched voice pierced his forehead like an awl. They were standing in a dark room, and three shivering men were kneeling in front of him. .

"Master...forgive us..."

"Crucio!" The blood-red light engulfed the faces of the Death Eaters distorted by fear, they screamed and rolled on the ground... The screaming became louder and louder, and Harry realized that it was actually him screaming... …The scar was so painful that it almost split open, and he felt that someone was staring at him in the dark, as if he had discovered his existence.

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground with his glasses askew on one side.He put on his glasses again, stood up with one hand propped up, and looked at his face in the mirror.

Pale, panicked, pupils shrunk due to panic.Harry rubbed his temples, relieved.

He's not Voldemort...he's not, he's still Harry Potter.He has known this for a long time, but this extremely exciting experience still left him with lingering fears.

Harry felt that something was wrong, and he had noticed it since he was caught by Voldemort last time... Voldemort clearly hit him on the Astronomy Tower, and at that time he felt that something seemed to be broken in his body-but he Instead of dying, he entered King's Cross Station and experienced a long memory recall.

At that time, he did feel that some kind of connection between himself and Voldemort had been broken, but now it seemed that it was not the case, and there was a tendency to intensify.why is that?

Harry felt a bit of a headache, and he sat on the toilet seat, racking his brain and trying to remember.The woods...on the train...Hogwarts...the Triwizard Tournament...the night of the Goblet of Fire shouldn't be a problem, it's the places that are different from the actual memory that are the problem.

He remembered the Christmas ball again, the prophetic words he said to him in the dark.Draco's dream of being possessed by Voldemort suggested that the necklace he was wearing was a fake, and it was confirmed, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with that... no, it wasn't.Realizing something, Harry suddenly clenched his fingers.

Maybe the necklace that Draco said in the dream was not the one that was swapped in reality, but the one he gave him in the dream.The heat he felt from time to time in his dream, and the treacherous bright red swaying in the necklace, were like some kind of long-awaited secret code hidden in his flesh and blood, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

Harry closed his eyes and took a long breath.Maybe it's a psychological effect. Now he seems to really feel that there is something entangled in his heart—more precisely, his soul, like a bone-biting poison seeping into his heart, slowly infecting him.

He finally understood the viciousness of Voldemort - he also kept a trick, even if he couldn't kill himself in this dream, he could use another method to trap him tightly so that he could not escape his palm.

Harry didn't know exactly what the magic would do, but he was sure it wasn't just about strengthening their bond.The unknown is often the scariest, and Harry felt his forehead twitch again.

"Harry, Harry? Are you in there?" Hermione's voice sounded from outside the door. He stood up and opened the toilet door.

"I'm fine," he said, walking past Ron and Hermione who were huddling around the door. "I'm really fine."

"Really?" Hermione asked in disbelief.She still wanted to say a few words, but Ron tugged at her arm, and quietly pointed behind Draco who was sitting alone on the sofa.

Hermione could only nod, gestured to Harry, and led him to the stairwell leading to the second floor.

The stairwell faces a portrait of an old man with curly hair dozing off, his head drooping little by little.Hermione and Ron sat down on the steps, and Harry sat down in front of them, looking at them questioningly.

Hermione nudged Ron with her elbow, signaling him to speak first, and the latter cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "Harry, it's like this, don't tell Malfoy what's going on—"

"What's the matter?" Harry frowned, "Does what you're going to talk about have anything to do with Draco?"

"Well—it's like this, I think, this is just a possibility, that is—we were discovered by Death Eaters, and it may have something to do with Malfoy." Ron said while carefully observing Harry's expression, He was relieved to see no signs of anger in him.

"Why?" Harry asked, his hands clenched into fists, "I'll start by saying, I'm sure Draco wouldn't do anything to betray us."

"We believe that too, Harry, but you can't deny the possibility that Voldemort may have left something in him that would locate him," said Hermione hesitantly.

"Why would he leave something like that on Draco? It's me he's trying to kill, isn't he?" Harry retorted.

"Oh, come to think of it, Harry, Malfoy must have been with us if he betrayed them! Just knowing where he is, there's a good chance he'll know where we are. And, you might not know, Death Eaters came to Malfoy in your absence."

"That is how the matter?"

Ron glanced at the stairs, it was empty, only their long, illusory shadows were divided into incoherent blocks of color.

"We don't know either. Lupine and the others refused to tell us...we overheard it. It seems that Malfoy's family came to him, but their conversation was not very pleasant."

Harry bit his lip, he could imagine the scene, Draco must have had an argument with them.Why doesn't he know what consequences he will bear for making such a decision, he knows that Draco has always loved his family very much, but now he has to fall to this point...

"I trust Draco," he said.

"Harry, I understand how you feel. But you have to know, now that the Death Eaters already know that he is your weakness, it's hard to say that there is nothing about him..."

"Then what are you going to do, drive him away? He has nowhere else to go now!"

"Be quiet, Harry!" Hermione also glanced back in a panic, "I know, I know...but for your safety, listen, Harry, you don't want to be alone with him in the future, Invite us to go with you wherever you go... Uh, don't have too close physical contact with him... This is our minimum request, really, don't be angry..."

Harry looked silently at the two friends sitting in front of him.He understood that they were all thinking of him.He hated that it had happened, that it had forced him to be separated from Draco, that it had forced him to hurt him - the man who had abandoned everything that was with him.But he has no choice.

After a long time, he nodded slowly: "Okay...I promise you."