Forget

Voldemort waved his hand twice in the air, and two dementors swooped in through the window, dropping the corpse of a unicorn on the floor.Voldemort pounced almost quickly, bit the unicorn's throat, and swallowed the still warm blood.

Harrypotter had destroyed a Horcrux.

Voldemort didn't know which one, but he felt panic too.That kid found a way to destroy the Horcruxes, without even knowing how many Horcruxes he had found.Voldemort thought, licking the blood off his mouth.

It seems that we need to prepare a few more unicorns.But animals like unicorns are rare in the first place, and now it is getting harder and harder to catch...

The two dementors hadn't left yet.In fact, they quickly sense the presence of another person in the room.They started swimming tentatively in Draco's direction.Seeing that Voldemort didn't stop him, he became more courageous and almost rushed towards Draco directly.

Draco was half lying on the floor, not having the strength to escape.In desperation, he turned his wand around and swung it towards the dementor.A puff of white mist rose from the tip of the wand, and a formed Patronus jumped out, rushing towards the dementor.The dementor wailed, and immediately swam out of the window for his life.

Voldemort watched all this quietly, the surprise in his eyes gradually becoming a little surprised.He wasn't going very fast, and he walked towards Draco again.

Draco, who was still in shock, had no time to think at all, and he almost subconsciously pointed his wand at Voldemort again.But still useless.Voldemort didn't even move his hand much, and the wand was already out of Draco's hand. When Draco was about to pick it up in a panic, Voldemort had already walked in front of him, clasped Draco's wrist together almost instantly, then lowered his head, and bit Draco's neck fiercely .

Draco froze completely.His mind went blank.He didn't know what happened, and he didn't know the reason, but he could feel the feeling of cold and sharp teeth piercing the skin, and the feeling of blood leaving his body bit by bit.He even felt his body temperature drop little by little, and his skin was freezing little by little.He couldn't move.

I don't know how long it has been.Voldemort devoured Draco's blood like a voracious vampire, and only raised his head to look at Draco when he was full.

Draco fought back nausea and shudders.He had had countless nightmares, in which there were countless death scenes, including of course being drained of blood by Nagini's disgusting big snake, and then nibbling away bite by bite.It's just that he never thought that it was not only Nagini who had the sharp teeth of the beast, but also Voldemort.

He didn't even dare look at Voldemort's face.That originally eerie face was still stained with bright red blood.

It was in his blood.

"The oldest surviving pure-blood wizard, servant of darkness, and patron saint is a unicorn." Voldemort's bloody mouth curled into an arc. "I suddenly feel fortunate that I didn't kill you. It was a wise decision."

Draco stared blankly at the corner of Voldemort's bloody mouth, almost forgetting to breathe.The brain, which had almost stopped working just now, faintly transmitted some signals.These weak and indistinct signals were trying to explain the ins and outs to Draco, desperately playing up the sad and desperate cause and effect in Draco's already blank mind.

The corpses of the unicorns were not far away, and the residual heat on their skin hadn't completely faded away.

He saw Voldemort's spirit recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if destroying a Horcrux was like cutting off a strand of hair.

The overwhelming despair struck again.

Draco lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes fell into a small circle of shadow.His gaze fell on his wrist.Voldemort was so strong that he couldn't break free at all. Draco tried to open his mouth, his voice was unsurprisingly weak and hoarse: "I still have to live, don't I?"

"That's smart." Before Voldemort could finish his sentence, Draco's wand, which had fallen to the side, moved and flew into Voldemort's free hand in an instant.Voldemort put the wand back into Draco's front pocket, surprisingly gently. "You can't kill me, on the contrary, you can save me. You will be my most loyal servant at the expense of your own flesh and blood." Voldemort hissed. "You have to live well, watch well, and watch how wonderful I will transform the whole world into."

Draco closed his eyes in pain.

"Your little friend always seems to like to bring me some surprises. Then, it's up to you to repay the loss." Voldemort whispered in his ear. "Exactly."

**

Malfoy Manor quickly returned to its usual calm.The Death Eaters seemed to have all left overnight, and even Voldemort came only once a few days.

But what can this mean?

Draco hadn't seen anyone else, not even house-elves.The restaurant is under a curse, and the house-elves cannot enter.Although Dobby was sacrificed, it was clear that Voldemort had to take another look at the group he had despised.

The wand is in the pocket, and the hard touch is against the chest, as if to show its existence.

But what's the use?He clearly knew that the battle situation had reached a stalemate, but he couldn't do anything.

Or, worse than nothing.

Draco moved his arms, and there was the familiar clack of handcuffs behind him.

Voldemort locked him in the dining room.As if seeing through that he would go on a hunger strike, Voldemort sent Dementors to come in regularly, grab him by the neck and pour the nutrient solution down.

Draco could see the greedy desire to hunt him down even in the dementor's empty eyes.Of course he knew that Voldemort would not let the dementors achieve their goals, just as he knew that Voldemort had returned his wand and there was still nothing he could do.

Outside of this manor, no one will know his real situation now.Voldemort will definitely fabricate and exaggerate the loyalty of the little Malfoy, so as to continue to win over the pure-blood families, and try to disintegrate the army composed of Hogwarts.

Even... blood.

Draco thought somewhat desperately.

Voldemort will not let this matter go.He will definitely make his new discovery public and spare no effort to publicize it, so that everyone will know that even if the Horcrux is destroyed, Voldemort still has a way to survive.

——And I, that's the way.

Draco sighed lowly.He didn't know what everyone out there was going to think of him, and he didn't know how he would be in History of Magic textbooks much later, and he didn't care.He recalled what Professor Snape had told him, and he knew very clearly that some people were destined not to walk into the dawn.Since he has chosen, of course he will not regret it.

He just occasionally, occasionally thinks, maybe Harry...

Not maybe, but definitely.

Draco thought.Who else could know what was going on around Voldemort faster than the Savior?

A pawn that was supposed to be destroyed has instead become the enemy's trump card.And everyone will only know the second half of the whole story.This public case cannot be overturned no matter what.

——Wouldn't that be... just right?

Draco thought.

Although in different ways, everything is finally back on track.Those who throw themselves into darkness are burdened with guilt and annihilate before the dawn, they will not be remembered, they don't have to be remembered.Don't be anyone's burden, don't be anyone's knot.

Dawn will come.

Draco knew, he just knew.

When the dawn that countless people are looking forward to finally arrives, when everyone can finally rush to the beautiful future full of hope and longing, how can anyone be unhappy?

Draco closed his eyes gently.

--how could be?