[HP] End of Death

Harry felt his feet touch the ground, opened his eyes, and let go of the Triwizard Cup in his hand.

"Where is this?" he asked.The surrounding scenery has completely gone beyond the Hogwarts area, even the surrounding mountains around the castle are gone, they are staying in a dark forest overgrown with weeds, there is a small church and a hill not far away, haha Leigh recognized an exquisite villa on the hill.

He turned to look at Draco, who looked at him blankly, opened his mouth as if about to say something, but suddenly hugged his head.

Harry looked at him quietly, as if he had expected all this to happen.And his scar suddenly ached with burning pain, which forced him to take a step back and press his forehead.

When he turned his head to look at Draco again, the boy had already raised his head, and his gray-blue eyes were burning red now, like burning clouds in the sky.But at this time, the sky was dark and cloudy, and everything was going to destruction.

The surroundings are quiet, only the cold wind wanders in the darkness, like a weeping orphan, comforting the undead.Harry felt someone coming towards him. He was stooped and short, and from the way he walked, he seemed to be holding something.

The scar was getting worse and worse, as if a large iron had been pressed on his forehead, and Harry felt like he was going out of his mind.He fell to the ground, pressing his fingertips on his forehead.

"Potter... get up, Potter..." The people around him supported his back and pulled him up from the ground, "Look at me, Potter, look at me..."

Draco turned his body, his eyes became redder, almost as scary as burning blood flames, and the pair of pupils were slender like human eyes, full of extreme horror.He just stared at him with such a pair of powerful eyes, his voice was low as if he was hypnotizing: "Kill him, Potter, go and kill him...you promised me..."

"Killed who...?" Harry asked blankly, his eyes out of focus.

Draco pointed at what the man was holding in his hand: "He."

Harry turned his head, the man had already walked in front of him.He was wearing a cloak, missing a finger on his right hand, and looked cowering.Harry looked at the thing he held in his arms, it was a ball of cloth, something seemed to be wrapped in it, he felt extreme disgust just by looking at it, he just wanted to push it into the water and drown.

"Kill him...quick...kill him!" The low voice echoed in my ears again, like a ghost.

Harry stepped forward as if possessed, and roughly snatched the cloth from the man's arms. The man screamed to grab it back, and Draco stepped forward and knocked him down with the Stunning Charm.

Harry lowered his head to look at the thing in his arms, but the scar was already in unbearable pain, and the voice urged him desperately, Harry only felt that what he was holding in his arms was a ball of fire, and he pulled it out of his pocket. wand.

"Yes... that's it, kill him, Potter... kill him..."

Harry pursed his lower lip, gritted his teeth, and pointed his wand straight at Draco.

There was a sudden silence all around.They looked at each other, and neither of them spoke. Harry's wand trembled a little, but his expression became more and more determined until it was completely indifferent.

"What are you doing, Potter." Finally, Draco spoke first, his tone still casual, "I asked you to kill Voldemort, not me."

Harry looked at him and said word by word, "You are Voldemort."

The smile disappeared from Draco's face.

"I don't understand what you're saying," he said dryly.

"You are Voldemort," said Harry. "Do I need to repeat that?"

After a while, he asked softly, "... when did you find out, Potter?"

"Let's start on the day of the ball. Mr. Fickett told me something... Although you didn't let him talk, he told me in other ways." Harry said calmly, he paused, "He wants to Reminds me of it all, but your magic works, I've always been ignorant and half-knowledgeable, sometimes I can detect something is wrong, but most of the time I don't. I didn't really understand everything until the day of the divination class... "

"As long as I keep lurking, you won't be able to find out," Draco said coldly, "At that time, I will tell you that this is all a dream, and then take you to commit suicide...Of course, only you will die, Potter."

"But something unexpected happened. You thought there were only two of us here, but there was actually a third person, and it was this third person who kept breaking your plans and destroying the integrity and reality of the dream , he made everything different from my memory, that's why I woke up so quickly, so you must get rid of him..." Harry looked at the ball of cloth in his hand, if he guessed correctly, it was hidden The soul inside was the man chained to the tombstone, Mr. Fickett... the real Draco.

"I have been lied to by you for so long, Voldemort, but there is still time...you are the one who created this dream, kill you, and everything will be over." Harry turned his head and looked at him steadily.

"You think you can kill me? Potter, when did you become so arrogant?" Draco said softly, with strong disdain in his tone.

"I didn't become arrogant, Voldemort. You gave me this chance." Harry said calmly, "This dream is based on my memory, and everything in it is the projection of my memory, so I am the master. If you could kill me, you would have done it long ago, why use my hand to kill Draco?"

Before Harry could make a move, the world in front of him began to slowly distort, and then all the scenes turned into colorful arcs and swirled towards Draco, like a transparent and huge vortex.The illusory space is like the broken waves in the endless river, falling apart around me.He lowered his head, and the shapeless mass in his arms was also disappearing, and he seemed to see a flash of gray...

He raised his head again, trying to look in Draco's direction, who was still standing there straight, looking at him with blood red eyes.He opened his thin lips and said something slowly, and Harry's eyes widened.

Everything shattered and then fell into darkness.Harry opened his eyes suddenly, the glare of the sun made it difficult for him to adapt.He sat up and shook his hand.

He did not wake up until the day of the dance, but thinking about it now, he actually had clues before.

Whether it was Mr. Fickert's "don't trust Malfoy" or the flash of pain in the scar when Draco touched his forehead, it all pointed to that answer.

He also thought about why Voldemort didn't kill him directly, why he still used this roundabout method to confuse him.Later, Harry guessed that his soul was too damaged, unable to support a complete illusory world.So Voldemort borrowed his memory, attached to Draco in his memory, and reproduced all this.

In other words, most of the energy in this dream is provided by Harry's soul, and he is the one who plays a leading role.And Voldemort, who is hiding behind, has no ability to kill the outsider in the dream—Harry or Draco, there is no way.

That's why he wanted to use his hands to kill Mr. Fickett.

This dream is false, not entirely false.It's pretty much the same as Harry's memory - except for the part where Mr. Fickett appears and the part where the memory projects Draco to be controlled by Voldemort's soul, so he can't detect it, and gets stuck in it.If it hadn't been for Draco's disguised Mr. Fickett who kept reminding him, he would most likely never get out, and finally fell into Voldemort's trap and committed suicide.

Harry shook his head, sat up, and habitually touched the necklace around his neck, only to find that it was broken, with the garnet and green agate split from the middle and spilled on the ground.His movements froze, replaying the last words Voldemort said to him in his mind——

"Potter, do you like the necklace I gave you?"

Of course the necklace wasn't from him - it was from Draco, don't let him fool you!A voice in his heart kept screaming like this, trying to crush his horrific guesses, but another scene appeared in front of his eyes. It was the night of the Christmas ball, and he had just said goodbye to Mr. Fickett, "De Laco" stopped him—

"Potter, do you like the gift I gave you?" Cold fingers climbed onto his chest, fingertips gently touching the two different-colored beads, one red and one green, "I think the green one is very similar to your eyes."

Harry felt like throwing up as he stared at the broken gems scattered between his fingers.

All the memories finally returned to his brain, and Harry closed his eyes in pain.He suddenly thought of a very important thing.

I am dead.

The author has something to say:

The first part is over, I know there are still many mysteries to be solved, I will talk about it later_(:з」∠)_

By the way, only the red-eyed Draco is controlled, the rest are memories!

Part2: The Reality