19 years later

There was silence in the dank, dark cell of Azkaban, where every Death Eater from the war was imprisoned.

Even if the dementors are dismissed, it will not change the coldness and depression of the prison on this small island in the sea.

It was now evening, and the slanting shadow of the setting sun divided the prison into two halves, and everything was quiet, as if this day was as normal as most of the time.The Death Eaters lay unkempt on the hay, waiting to die.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that the moss all over the ground seems to be pressed down, and then straightened up again.

Pansy squinted at the moss on the ground, stretched out her hand to smooth her black hair, and leaned against the wet and dirty wall, waiting for someone to come.

In this dirty prison, who cares about those aristocratic etiquette.

Now that the mudblood is in charge outside, maybe it's better to be locked here, so as not to dirty my eyes.

Pansy watched the moss in front of the cell being bent, and then looked up.

"Potter," she said hoarsely.

The illusion spell was removed, revealing the disheveled black hair, followed by green eyes.

Pansy looked at Harry, then smiled sarcastically.

It was this one that made Draco abandon them.

"I heard that you came yesterday, and you were discovered before you came in. Is the savior so stupid?"

Harry said nothing.After a while, Pansy said again: "Potter, if you came to stare at me, you can go back, after all, we hate each other."

"Parkinson, come out with me," said Harry.

Pansy rolled her eyes.

"I remember I explicitly rejected you when you first came here, Potter, it's fine for me to stay here, there's no need to go out and endure the smell of Mudblood."

Harry frowned at the word, "Parkinson, don't say that," he whispered.

Pansy tried to say something sarcastic, but stopped.

"Well, Potter, you don't bother me, I tell you for the one hundred and zeroth time - and I hope it's the last time: I won't go out, I'm going out to make a fool of myself, I might as well stay here ——" Pansy glanced at the cell, wrinkling her nose in disgust, "Enjoy your old age?"

"I can help you with everything - the house, or whatever else you need. Come out with me, you're young, Parkinson," said Harry.

Pansy laughed sharply, "I'm still young? If it wasn't for Draco, would you be begging me so humbly? Potter, my life is over, from the moment I became a Death Eater—you didn't Give me a chance to be born again."

Harry frowned. "I didn't ask you, Parkinson."

"Yeah, no," Pansy said, as if at some joke, "so you don't want to interrupt my free time."

"Parkinson's—" Harry raised his voice, then didn't know what to say.

The conversation fell silent for a moment, and the setting sun faltered towards the horizon.

"Potter, I hear you're married?" Pansy said after a while.

Harry froze for a moment, and then said flatly, "I'm well informed, Parkinson."

"I heard from the prison guard," Pansy said. "This is how you love Draco? Potter, you're already married, so what's the use of robbing prison? Just because you're married, don't expect Draco to Laco forgives you."

"Shut up," Harry said irritably, "it's none of your business."

"Indeed. Even if you don't get married, don't expect him to forgive you." Pansy sneered.

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at her, his green eyes quivering.

What's the meaning?You'll never see him again—how can he ever forgive you?

Pansy thought, looking at Harry's pale face, and felt a little pleasure.

"It's nothing interesting. Anyway, don't get too fancy, Potter, even if you save Blaise and I, he won't show up in front of you. Do you really think Draco is so naive as to play hide-and-seek with you? If I could make up for my mistakes so easily, I wouldn't be here."

Pansy watched Harry squatting on the ground, pale.After a long time, he said softly: "I just want to have a hope, a hope. Even if there is only a slight possibility - Draco..."

Pansy watched the warm setting sun on Harry's back, dividing him into light and dark.He curled up like a helpless boy.

He is the savior who saved the magic world, he is the great hero who defeated Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but he is also a fragile big boy, burdened with a love that cannot be found.

Pansy suddenly felt that if Draco saw Harry like this, he would be very distressed.

She sighed, thinking she should say something.

"After the trial at the Battle of Hogwarts, Blaise and I were amazed. I couldn't imagine that Draco could be your spy. You have been right for so many years. If there is anyone who is the least likely to be a spy, I would say De Raco..."

Harry looked up at her, and when Draco was mentioned, there wasn't much resentment on Pansy's face.

"No...it was Dumbledore. Dumbledore asked him to join the Order of the Phoenix...when he was forced to accept Voldemort's mission to kill Dumbledore."

Pansy raised his eyebrows, "That old lunatic? What kind of favor did he give Draco, and Draco would agree?"

"Draco will not kill, he is kind...so Draco was very afraid of that task. He only accepted it to protect his family. If the Order of the Phoenix can give him a guarantee, he will agree." Harry repeated. Listening to what Dumbledore had said to him.

"What?" Pansy tried to keep his angry voice under control. "Damn it, Potter, if that's your deal, why did the Malfoys die?"

She sneered, with anger on her brows: "Potter, I really can't imagine what charm you have to make Draco trust you to work for you again after your Phoenix Order broke its trust - I lost to the liar! Nobility is the most important thing The most important thing is your family, how do you understand? Draco lost his parents and would still be a spy for you... And you have broken your promise again!"

Harry shivered and curled himself up tighter: "No..." The sun had already set, and there was a chill in the air.

"Where were you when Mrs. Malfoy was killed by the Dark Lord? Potter? It was in the auditorium. Aren't all the members of the Order of the Phoenix in the auditorium? She saved you, Potter."

"I'm... too late..." Harry broke out.

"Yes, you are too late, the great savior is confronting the Dark Lord, what about the other people? What about the other members of the Order of the Phoenix?" Pansy was furious, because Draco would rather choose to betray himself than the Order of the Phoenix who had broken its trust. And Blaise, they are friends who grew up together!She has never let go of her feelings for Draco, so she will choose to believe in Draco again when she has been betrayed, and in the end she can't really hate him.But Draco loved Potter more than she loved Draco.This incident is the ironclad proof.

But she is really not reconciled.

"You made the same mistake twice, Potter, do you think the Order of the Phoenix can really trust a Slytherin? It will be the first time, and it will be the second time, so they didn't protect Draco , and refuse to trust your words, because you want to bail out two Slytherins."

Pansy watched Harry squatting on the ground completely into the shadows, and finally gave the death sentence.

"Draco must have expected that. And yet he chose you, Potter. He made up his mind to die from the start."

"No..." There was a tear in Harry's voice.

After the setting sun buried the horizon, the air became cold very quickly, perhaps because of the prison itself.The two were silent for a long time, and could only hear the reciprocating breathing of the surrounding waves.

"Since you could save me, why didn't you save Mr. Malfoy?" Pansy's voice had calmed down.

Harry didn't make a sound, staring at the moss on the ground, his green eyes were moist.

"He didn't escape with us...I know he was faking it. Draco visited him once during the war. They never saw each other again...then I heard that Mr. Malfoy killed himself. I think Draco must have told him something about the war, and he also guessed the consequences... Mr. Malfoy can't accept it." Pansy smiled, "What if the Malfoy family has no successors?"

Pansy watched with satisfaction as Harry's shoulders began to tremble again.

"I really don't know how Draco would change your mind." She finally said this, and then turned away, walked into the back of the cell and sat down, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.

Harry stared at the moss for a long time, then looked up.Pansy disappeared from sight in a dark corner.

"Because Mr. Malfoy will be like you, and won't go with me..." Harry whispered, "I can never help Draco, never..."

Harry stood up and staggered out.

He remembered Draco asking the same question back then.Draco asked him why he had changed.

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Harry was waiting in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, which hadn't been cleaned for a long, long time.He roughly cleaned up the surrounding area, and chose the sofa on the left like last time.He stared at the magic clock that looked very expensive and old, watching the stars on the dial go round and round, and half an hour passed from the appointed time, and Draco still hadn't come back.

Harry was a little uneasy.

The star on the dial turned twice more, Harry stood up, and hurried out of the main building of the manor.He seemed to just have to wait, he couldn't just rush to Death Eater headquarters and get Draco back.He couldn't do anything, so he stopped in front of the grass.

That's when Harry heard the door open and Draco shuffled in, stepping across the grass, before throwing his head up, his platinum hair shining brightly in the sun.Harry's gaze met those pale gray eyes.He walked on, passed Harry, and stopped.

"Go in..." Draco said.

The two walked side by side through the corridor, Draco looked around the living room, and sat down calmly.

"It's a little late..." said Harry.

"Haunted by Nott, smart guy," Draco replied, looking out the French windows.

"They suspect you?" Harry looked at Draco, wringing his hands unconsciously.

"I don't know..." Draco looked back from the floor-to-ceiling windows and landed on Harry's hands, "It doesn't matter much. Whether they doubt it or not, my life has long been in their hands."

"Is it safe to meet here?" Harry frowned.

The sunlight streamed into the room, and the silence that reigned in their conversation was something Harry had almost taken for granted.

Draco slammed himself into the backrest, his blond hair that hadn't been trimmed for a long time covered his face, and after a while, Harry heard Draco's voice: "They don't dare to do anything to the family manor yet. something... at least for now."

"The commander of the next operation is Nott... They plan to do something in Leicestershire, where there are more dark wizards... about a week or two later, I don't know the specifics, Nott is guarding me." Draco straightened up again, and finally gave a low, inexplicable laugh.

"Are you going to take part in this operation?" Harry wrung his hands again.

"No." Draco said curtly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "They lost a lot in the Battle of Durham last time, and they didn't expect to take action so soon. My original intention was to directly attack Knott Manor and cut off their brains, but the specifics are still unclear." It depends on the overall meaning of the Order of the Phoenix..."

"Yeah," Draco replied politely, and Harry could easily see that he didn't want to hear about the Order of the Phoenix.

So Harry stopped talking, pretending to be interested in the sunshine in front of the French windows.After a while, he couldn't help but look at Draco, only to find that the other party was also looking at him.The gray pupils met the green ones, and although it was only for a moment, Harry could clearly see a trace of blue in the gray pupils.

Draco rolled his eyes.Harry traced his outline carefully, and was surprised to find that the other's face seemed to have no flaws, which had been completely ignored in Harry's past school days.The air was suffocated by the warm sunlight, and Harry suddenly felt that Draco had completely changed. He actually began to miss and enjoy the time spent with each other, even those summer days alone with Ginny were never so pleasant Pass.

It was really pleasure, a kind of joy from the heart, he even wanted to touch the other person's blond hair, he thought it must be very soft.Harry couldn't help laughing at the ridiculous idea, the fantasy of the nemesis, unbelievable.

Draco turned to look at the savior who was laughing uncontrollably, the guy's green eyes were shining brightly at him.

"Enough, Potter," he said sharply, "I hope you don't laugh yourself to death here."

The other party blinked, as if innocent: "Draco, don't you think it's weird? The alone time with the former enemy?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "Have Potter's reflex arcs been this long? We've had 'alone time with our nemesis' so many times and you're just now laughing?"

"I just suddenly found out that you're cute too... think about how we used to quarrel. How did you change your mind about me, Draco?" Harry tensed unconsciously when he asked this question.

"I've never changed my mind about you, self-righteous Potter." Draco replied almost immediately, but his hands clenched the corners of his clothes.

"You're still a bastard after all," Harry said harshly, unable to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.

Silence again abruptly entered the conversation.The solidified sunlight on the ground gives the illusion that time has stopped, but the stars on the clock dial indicate the passage of time.

"Well, Potter, maybe you'd like to talk about how you changed your mind about me as a bastard." Draco snorted, quietly, but Harry looked up as if he had heard a thunderclap.

Draco's hand clenched the hem of his shirt again. "If you don't want to say it, forget it..."

Harry cut him off.

"The Battle of Hogwarts." Harry looked into those light gray eyes, "It changed little by little at that time..."

"Aha," Draco said sarcastically, "it turns out it's gradual."

Harry stared at Draco, and continued: "I still remember your pale and haggard face when you were threatened by Voldemort... Oh, and that time, my whole face was swollen from being stung by the Stinging Curse, Sent to your home, you recognized us but didn't say... Finally, in the Room of Requirement, remember? That Fiendfire, you insisted on saving Goyle..."

The mocking expression on Draco's face disappeared, replaced by a look of confusion.

"I remember it very well," Harry smiled, "with your arms around an unconscious Goyle, on a crumbling tower of charred tables. I tried to pull you up on a broom, but Goyle Goyle is too heavy, and your hands are full of sweat. Even so, you still don't want to leave Goyle - the battle of Hogwarts made me gradually understand that your arrogance is only because of your origin, and your heart is kind Yes, maybe you don't even know it. You won't hurt Dumbledore, you won't hurt me, you won't hurt the Order of the Phoenix. I trust you."

"You just trust me like that? What a troll-brained Gryffindor." Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry refrained from retorting, "You're just not used to being praised, Draco."

Draco paused, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ha, yes, I'm not the savior, why should I get used to other people's praise?"

The platinum jerk on the other side could never communicate well, and Harry felt his heart flare up again, and he shut his mouth, deciding not to respond to Draco's provocation.

There was another silence, the sunlight in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows took a small step forward, and the air smelled of fermentation.

"You shouldn't have saved me, Potter," Draco said suddenly.He tilted his head back, leaned against the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes tiredly. "You should have let me die in that fiery fire. Then I would be redeemed instead of lingering ridiculously here."

Harry watched him, the bright sunlight continuing to stretch forward in silence.

There was another long silence, Draco remaining in that position, Harry thought he had fallen asleep.

"You are alive, that is my salvation." Finally, Harry said softly.

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The author has something to say: I'm sorry after a long time~ I'm so busy with my studies, I guess it will be a short holiday in the future to update QAQ, but the scumbag author will not give up!Still trying my best to write, thank you for reading my article.

This chapter is quite a long one, with a burst of words OWO