Forget

Draco hadn't expected Harry to say that.Even if he didn't want to admit it anymore, Draco still felt an overwhelming emotion.Joy and sorrow were intertwined, making the corners of his eyes a little sore, and he almost cried.He felt unequivocally uneasy, but he couldn't help but want to take a gamble. Draco sniffed silently and smiled.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that. Really, Harry, I'm so happy. I really want to walk with you." Draco took Harry's hand, pressed it to his heart, slowly moved up, slid in from the neckline, and then Gently exerting force, the neckline was ripped open, and the pale neck that had been tightly wrapped up was suddenly exposed to the air.Also, the silver collar that almost blends with the skin.

"What's this?" Harry's fingertips brushed against the silver collar.He didn't know what it was, but he saw the densely packed dark charms disguised as patterns on it, almost the moment he touched it, he felt inexplicably familiar.He couldn't be sure.

"It's a gift. Vol... a gift from my master." Draco couldn't say Voldemort's name, and deliberately bit the word "Master" lightly.He calmed down and looked at Harry again. "I want to promise you, but I can't. I will die in the hands of this thing anytime. Harry, I have no choice. Both sides of the coin are dead ends."

"How could this be..." Harry stroked the collar, and he found that the collar was almost attached to Draco's skin, without a single gap.He felt a slight tremor in his voice. "When... when did this happen? Why did Voldemort do this to you?"

"After I left Hogwarts." Draco lowered his eyes.Speak softly. "He hates me."

Harry was taken aback again.He couldn't think of it.Before Draco said this, he even thought that Voldemort valued Draco like everyone else.He doesn't understand.

"He hated my origin, he was paranoid that he should be the purest blood wizard, but I replaced him. There will never be another one with the blood of the two oldest pure blood families No one else, except me." Draco took a deep breath. "He hates me, but he doesn't want to kill me. He just manipulates me, planting fear in my blood, turning me into a thoughtless doll, a humble servant who can only crawl at his feet forever, thinking Come to think of it, the last ancient heir of pure blood will always surrender, what else can satisfy his almost crazy paranoid pursuit of pure blood? Harry, he will never let me go if he lives, I have no way of escaping."

Harry shook his head unconsciously: "What should I do? There will be a way, right?"

"Harry." Draco rested his head lightly on Harry's chest and closed his eyes.The voice sounded a bit muffled. "Kill him. His spell won't work until you kill him. Harry, you're the savior, and you can save me too, can't you?"

Harry put his arm on Draco's back, slowly wrapping him tightly: "But before that, you still have to stay by his side and kill more people..."

Draco's heart trembled, he held Harry's shoulders, and looked seriously into those green eyes: "I didn't, I didn't. I didn't kill those people, those people in the Daily Prophet. I just... On the spot..." Draco's voice dropped, he didn't think it was convincing.But he continued, feeling that he desperately needed to be forgiven. "Really, I've only killed one person..."

He choked up.He couldn't go on.

"I see." Harry interrupted him.He knew what Draco was talking about, and he didn't want him to continue. "But you..."

"If you killed him one day earlier, my crimes would be less." Draco said in a raving voice. "Harry, I'll wait for you."

**

Harry leaves.

Draco didn't know if he believed those words just now, and how much he believed them.Just as he didn't know how much Harry was affected by the Horcrux.He suddenly felt a little sad, as if he couldn't escape Voldemort's influence no matter which way he went.

He is probably inferior.He couldn't believe that the conversation just now was something that Harry, who was completely unaffected by the Horcrux, could say.But under those layers of inferiority complex, even if there is a [-]% possibility, he still hopes to reveal a little bit of real light.

like, love.

Why does Harry, who stands completely in the light, have to make a choice between these insignificance and profound righteousness?

Draco suddenly felt like a selfish speculator.He didn't know if Harry would regret it, but he felt like he had some regrets.

**

Draco had lived at the Vulture for a long time.He was a little afraid to go home, he didn't know how to face Narcissa.But ever since Voldemort had accidentally mentioned the need to find a new place outside of Little Hangleton, Draco had almost reflexively remembered Malfoy Manor.He was even sure that Voldemort would definitely take Malfoy Manor as his own, and he had no right to refuse.

Therefore, he wanted to let Narcissa leave before this incident actually happened.

It's not an easy thing to do. After nearly half a month of planning, Draco finally got a Portkey that could avoid all monitoring, and used it to send Narcissa out of England to a place that no one knew, not even himself. Where will be the destination.

A house elf crawled in front of him, its thin figure trembling: "Madam said, if you don't want to go home to see her, young master, she won't leave."