Forget

The house in front of me was burning in the fire.There were screams and strange laughter in my ears.Under the ferocious Dark Mark, Draco stood expressionlessly with his hands in his sleeves, staring at the fire in front of him without blinking.

He couldn't remember which person or family this was.He just obeyed his master's wishes and harvested those impure blood souls one by one.He didn't have to do it himself, all he did was order and watch.He is like a bloodless executioner, walking alone in the blood and karma.Everything about him belonged to the Dark Lord, including all his thoughts.

He is the best servant.

The lord never used Legilimency on him again.But he still brutally suppressed his emotions and thoughts.Maybe when I am alone, I will carefully reveal a little bit of my true self, although what it brings is only boundless powerlessness and torture of regret.He loathes himself.He tried to find some reason to forgive himself, but he gave up.Decorating with hypocrisy will only make his chains heavier and make him more breathless.

He also hasn't used God-Calling Guard for a long time. Draco was afraid to meet his Patronus.Sometimes he also feels confused, and he can't figure out why his Patronus is a unicorn.

His patron saint is the purest and noblest soul in the world, but he has finally become the person closest to the darkness.

**

Harry sat at the dining table with various newspapers spread out in front of him.He sat there motionless, as if he was seriously thinking about the contents of the newspaper, or just in a daze.

"Morning." Hermione saw such a scene when she came down the stairs.She let out a low breath, and the remaining drowsiness seemed to disappear in an instant.She quickly walked to the dining table, trying to put away the newspapers. "They must have forgotten to put it away after the meeting last night. These people are really..."

"Hermione." Harry held her hand, stopping her movement.

"Harry, didn't we agree?" Hermione sat down on the chair next to her. "There's nothing important in these papers, except, if anything, just a bunch of rumours, or wild guesses, -- my God, every one of them looks like a Rita Skeeter . . . ...What's more, haven't we already reached an agreement? We will tell you directly if there is any important news, and you can't continue to read these newspapers."

"Hermione is right. Besides, that's what everyone in the Order of the Phoenix meant." Ron came downstairs at some point and sat on the other side. "Everyone thinks it's not doing you any good to keep looking at this crap."

"I know. Of course I know you don't want me to see this." Harry flipped through the newspapers. "But don't they exist if I don't look at them? I don't look at them, these evil deeds, these killings, one life after another..."

"Harry!" Hermione patted the newspapers with her hand, making a muffled sound.Under her palm, there is a picture of a famous Muggle wizard family suffering misfortune. In addition to the terrifying Dark Mark, burning fire, and countless Death Eaters, Draco's indifferent expression was also clearly photographed. . "You must forget that name. We all saw that night, the night Dumbledore was killed, didn't we? He came down from the Astronomy Tower, with a lot of Death Eaters, with Snape!" Newspapers rattled. "What's more, now, everything is inseparable from him. He is a Death Eater, and he is ruthless and murderous without blinking an eye. This is something everyone knows. Harry, this is an unchangeable fact!"

"I know, I just..." Harry wiped his face a few times irritably, and let out a long breath. "I can't help it, Hermione, there's nothing I can do. I keep dreaming about him, and dreaming that he's desperate and lonely... I don't know how to describe it, I can't figure out which is the real him."

Hermione picked up a newspaper from the table and poked it right in front of Harry's eyes: "If these reports can help you distinguish dreams from reality, I'd rather cut them out and paste them in every corner of this room right now. "

Harry moved her hand away - he didn't really want to meet the cold eyes of Draco in the newspaper - thinking about how to explain his feelings to this almost robotic friend: "I know, I read these Reports, read every one - I can't find any evidence to refute it. I just have no way... I don't know how to describe it, this feeling... Can you understand?"

"I don't understand. I admit that I don't know much about love. Although I have studied it with great concentration, it seems to have no effect. I may really not have the talent in this area." Miss Perfection shook her head shamelessly.He pointed in Ron's direction casually. "If I can study it clearly, I won't be able to make do with him so casually. ——If you refuse to wash your socks again, I'll throw them all out, and there won't be any left. I will do what I say."

"Hey, it's a bit hurtful for you to talk like this." Ron, who hadn't expected the flames of war to be brought to him, raised his hand in protest angrily. "I think the focus at this stage should be to unravel Harry instead of criticizing me. ——Didn't I already wash my socks, and you kicked them once in the middle of the night last night..."

Hermione shrugged, not intending to respond to him.

"I can't stay still, I have to find something to do." Harry pushed everything away from him. "I'm going out for a while, to the Vulture Bar."

"Today is... oh my god, the fifteenth." Hermione glanced at the date and turned to Harry in surprise. "You're going to see Umbridge?"

"She goes to the Vulture Bar on the fifteenth of every month," Harry said. "Since we already know that the locket is in her hands, we can't just wait like this forever, can't we? I'm going to try my luck."

"No, that's too dangerous." Hermione directly denied. "We still need to discuss a plan. The date of the [-]th is too embarrassing. Professor Lupine can't act on this day... Others either can't get together, or can't fully trust... We still have to discuss it. "

"But we've never had an operation go according to plan, have we?" Harry retorted. "So many people die or go missing every day, I can't wait any longer."

"If we must...then we will go with you." Hermione said after a moment of silence.

"No, someone needs to stay here." Harry vetoed her proposal. "If there are too many people, the action will slow down. If you are discovered, it is not easy to leave quickly. Besides, I have more actual combat experience than you, so don't worry too much about me."

After Harry finished speaking, he stood up and was ready to go out.

"Put on the invisibility cloak!" Hermione, who had no way to stop her, yelled at his back, but Harry just waved his hand, and she didn't know if he heard him.The door slammed shut.Hermione turned to look at Ron, worried and bewildered.

Ron spread his hands and made a helpless gesture. He tried to comfort Hermione's anxiety, and seemed to be comforting himself: "Since he insists on doing this, none of us can stop it. ——Let's just wait, if he He didn’t come back safely in the afternoon, so there’s no need for us to cover for him.”

Hermione nodded slightly, hesitated to speak: "I heard that Zabini seems to have seen Malfoy, not long ago..."

"You mean, ask him to come over and talk to Harry?" Ron asked.

Hermione nodded, then shook her head again: "I don't know, I'm in a mess right now. I think it's probably a good idea, but... I don't know if I can trust him, and I don't know what he will say to Harry What."

Ron stood up, walked around behind Hermione, and put his arms around her shoulders: "Then, maybe we can get in touch with him first, and then decide whether to arrange a meeting."