[HP] Return late

It was Narcissa Malfoy and Professor Snape.

Disappointed by what he found, Harry didn't even care that the blood from his forehead was dripping down his face, staining the hem of his shirt with red marks.

If it were tears, it would be the same shape.

"Potter?" said Snape, looking angry, and Harry didn't care, he was depressed.

"Yes, Professor." He replied dryly, even forgetting to get up from the ground, and then something blocked the sun that was scorching his neck.

He turned his head suspiciously and saw the person he had been thinking about.

He was wearing a heavy and heavy black dress robe, his pale blond hair was cut short again, and the silver-blue family crest, Draco Malfoy, was embroidered on his right chest.

"Draco—" He was on the verge of tears at the word, he couldn't believe what he saw, and was afraid it was just a phantom, like he dreamed every night, the blond Slytherin sitting proudly On the sofa, with eyebrows raised, one leg folded on top of the other, he looked at him with a half-smile, and when he ran over happily, there was no one there and hideous bloodstains.

Every night I wake up from a nightmare, and every night before falling asleep, I long to see each other again.

He stood up in a panic, trying to reach out to confirm what he saw, but the blond Slytherin took a step back, frowning.Oh, yes, he hastily wiped his dirty hands on the T-shirt several times.

"It is indeed Potter, I don't know anyone else who can be so stupid." Snape said, he put away his wand, and lifted Harry by the hand, "There is not much time, let's go."

Harry could only watch the Malfoy mother and child disapparate in front of his eyes. He desperately struggled to break free from Snape's imprisonment. He wanted to be with Draco and never be separated again. He would rather selfishly leave To hell with all this, the savior and Voldemort—

He wanted Draco himself.

"Severus Snape - my Potions Master - have you brought me a gift? Or have you betrayed me?" A grim hissing voice sounded beside them.

Before Harry could utter the word Voldemort, Snape interrupted him.

The Potions Master directly apparated with him.

Harry experienced again the nauseating feeling of being stuffed into a tube.This time Snape was kind enough to throw him on a soft sofa.

"Narcissa Malfoy—" Snape called, sounding serious and anxious, and Harry looked up, only to realize that he was not far from Draco, sitting on the other sofa, And Mrs. Malfoy sat across from him.

"I have to get out of here." Snape said as he dug out a black cloth bag from his robe pocket, which seemed to contain something long in shape, and he threw the bag on the coffee table, "The Dark Lord found out—— He'll follow the Dark Mark."

"Severus." Mrs. Malfoy stood up, "the curse on your arm—"

"Now is not the time to care about curses, little Potter boy—" Snape pointed at Harry aggressively, and Harry sat upright by reflex. "I'll leave it to you." He added the last sentence quickly and quietly.

"Professor Snape." It was Draco who spoke, and he stood up when Mrs. Malfoy was talking to Professor Snape. "Please forgive my rudeness," he said calmly and slowly, "I Father, I am still waiting for your help." There was no expression on his face, but his tone was firm.

Snape turned to him in a huff—Harry could almost foresee something sarcastic—but Snape just stared at Draco for a few seconds, then suddenly calmed down, "Draco Co—” he said slowly and wearily, and patted Draco on the shoulder—while Narcissa came over and carefully cast the Healing Charm on the wound on Harry’s forehead, Harry felt his head was not so Uncomfortable, he thanked this noble and gentle lady in a low voice and nervously, and heard Snape say, "You can do it, Draco—you are the best student I have ever taught."

"Severus," said Mrs. Malfoy disapprovingly, "thank you for your affirmation of the dragon, but don't coax him into losing sight of his own height."

Harry couldn't get in, looked at Snape, then at Draco.

But Draco didn't even give him a glance out of the corner of his eye.

After Draco cut his hair short, he looked much more energetic, but his face was as pale as ever. Harry wanted to tell him a lot, but after seeing him in person, he couldn't say anything.

"Mrs. Malfoy, please don't question my evaluation of the students—" Snape seemed a little embarrassed by Mrs. Malfoy's rebuttal, and he hurriedly pulled out a rolled parchment from his other pocket, " Here's the recipe - you can make it, Draco."

And Draco didn't take the parchment, he grabbed Snape's wrist very abruptly.

"Draco Malfoy!" Snape raised his voice. "Is this the way a Slytherin should behave?"

"Professor Snape—" Draco whispered, he let go of his hand, put his left hand on his right chest, and looked straight at Snape, but it was not a gesture of salute.

Snape's body stiffened suddenly, and Harry always felt that he should say something. Although he didn't have a good impression of Snape, he had saved his life and had been protecting him. At this time, because of bringing Walking away and being seen by Voldemort - how similar the scene was, his Draco - Harry looked at Draco again - he was staring at Snape, his light gray eyes were determined of light.

"Professor Snape?" Harry tried to join the persuasion team, he really didn't want to see anyone around him get hurt or die, even this potions professor who never gave him a good face.

Snape just gave him a hard look.

"The curse of the oath has ceased - Professor Snape - you can -" Draco said loudly.

"No, I refuse." Snape softly but firmly rejected the two's persuasion, "Slytherin has the courage to face his own mistakes and never stops moving forward," and then he paused, as if he was caught by the wall. Attracted by the oil painting, just when Draco was about to say something more, the black-haired professor spoke again: "Besides, death is not a terrible thing for me, but a real destination." He said These words seemed to be missing someone, and from the beginning to the end, his dark and empty eyes did not rest on Draco - this is not a matter of Slytherin etiquette.

Then, for the first time, he showed Harry a distorted expression that could not be called a smile, "Your eyes are exactly the same as Lily." He said, and disappeared into the room with the last word.

The roll of parchment fell to the ground.

The atmosphere in the room was dull because of Professor Snape's departure, and no one spoke or moved.

Until Draco stooped to pick up the scroll and turned his head—Harry felt so tense that he could hardly breathe—but Slytherin's eyes only fell on Mrs. Malfoy next to him.

"Mom." He seemed to be dissatisfied that Mrs. Malfoy did not speak out to dissuade.

Harry tried to suppress the soreness of being ignored - anyway - he was used to this kind of indifferent treatment, back in the Dursleys' house.

"Draco," said Madam Malfoy, leaving her seat and hugging her son gently, "respect his choice, that's the only thing we can do."

"Yes, Mom." Draco's tone sounded very flat, but Harry saw his hand holding the parchment clenched tightly, and he knew that Draco was still worried about it.

"Please allow me to leave first, where is the professor's laboratory?"

"The first room in the left-hand corridor."

Draco walked past Mrs. Malfoy and around the sofa, never saying a word or paying Harry any attention.

"De-Draco--" Harry called his name again, stood up from his seat frantically, and followed Slytherin's footsteps. Last time he promised not to leave, this time he couldn't make the same mistake again , no matter where Draco was, he had to follow suit.

Slytherin finally focused on him, but his eyes were cold and emotionless, "I don't need you anymore, savior—Harry Potter."

The courage Harry had just accumulated and the words he wanted to say were shattered under these words. They were separated for a month, but the distance returned to four years ago, or even farther.

A month he couldn't make up.

Slytherin obviously didn't want to have any further entanglements with him, and quickly left the drawing room. Harry couldn't explain anything, but just followed behind in a trance, until the blond Slytherin slammed the door.

He was turned away.

Harry could only stand at the door stupidly, saying nothing and doing nothing.He was still the little freak in the Dursley family's mouth, so he couldn't catch anything, so he foolishly refused Draco's hand, and foolishly left him alone in the Room of Requirement.At that time, he had clearly seen that his Slytherin had lost its magic power, but he failed to keep his promise to protect it.

He was still the poor guy who was locked in the cupboard, looking enviously at Dudley's new toy through the crack, so he didn't dare to speak and couldn't speak even though Draco was on the other side of the door.

Those who do wrong will always be punished.

He would rather scold or fist.

It's better than the current indifference.

His Slytherins didn't need him anymore.

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