[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

Draco knew that he liked Voldemort, this kind of liking was not just love, but more like another self that was indispensable in this world.Because they are so close, he lives in his body, no one in the world can be so close to him.

But at the same time, they are far away, and their hearts are thousands of miles away from each other. Voldemort has his own dream, whether it is king or immortality, although Draco doesn't understand it, but as a Slytherin, he knows better than anyone else that no one can change what Slytherin decides.As for Draco, it turned out that he had compromised with Voldemort's dream and chose to accommodate everything about Voldemort.However, Darco is also a Slytherin, and Slytherin will eventually have his own pursuit.

And once Draco started to have his own pursuit, then I'm afraid, it would be the day when the two of them separated.

"If your health is better, go quickly." Draco said to Voldemort, he could feel the change in Voldemort's strength, don't forget, their lives are connected.

"You have the Philosopher's Stone, and now you have the pure blood of the unicorn, which should be enough for you to get out of my body." Draco knew that he had released a beast, but he could not use his body and his life to Lock Voldemort.He was tired of it, if one day Voldemort made a comeback, then there would be an upright duel between them, even if he died at the hands of Voldemort, it would be better than what he is now...

'Draco, you've grown up...' At this moment Voldemort really hated time, it allowed Draco to have his own thoughts, to have his own pursuits, and he was no longer the little child who was attached to him.

"Voldy, can you stay?" Draco asked suddenly, forget about those dreams of dominating the world and stay by his side.

'Draco, I want the world, and I want you too. 'Voldemort knew that today he had to leave... If he stayed, it meant that he was willing to give up his dream for Draco, and Voldemort would not give up his dream for Draco.

'Draco, wait for me to pick you up. 'Voldemort hugged Draco, it was his decision and no one could change it. Voldemort didn't seem to realize at the moment that Draco was already as important as this world in his heart... and maybe one day, Draco would become more important than this world.

Draco didn't speak, obviously he was desperate for him, but he still felt sad and bitter because of such words.

"I won't report you, because right now, you are still my Voldy." Draco stretched out his hand, and with his fingertips he traced the face that made his heart move and hurt so much.

"However, from the moment the sun rises tomorrow, everything will be different. You are Lord Voldemort, and I am Draco Malfoy. If you try to destroy my yearning, we are enemies." Yes, Draco has himself now Wanted something.

'Why can't you have the same yearning as me? 'Voldemort was still puzzled.

"Voldy, this world needs sunlight. Slytherins and Gryffindors, wizards and Muggles, just like day and night. Day can't replace night, and night can't replace sunshine." Because of Ron, Draco understood the meaning of light, and he liked that White light, he won't let it go away.

Draco hugged Voldemort tightly, buried his face in Voldemort's arms, he told himself this was the last time.

"Voldy, I will miss you..." Yes, Draco thought, he would always miss the man who grew up with him, the Voldy who was both a teacher and a friend, the Voldy he loved, they were both relatives and lovers.

Voldemort didn't know why things turned out like this, obviously, he just had a quarrel with Draco, he thought they would get back together soon, he thought they would be together forever, why did it turn out that he had to leave in the end? Voldemort kissed Draco's forehead hard, Merlin, he couldn't bear to let go.

'wait for me! Draco, wait for me to come back.No matter what your pursuit is, whether it is bright or warm, I will not let you leave me.remember?Our lives are connected, you are mine. '

Draco didn't answer, just looked up, Voldemort's kiss fell on his lips...

The sunlight outside the window diffused into the room, Draco opened his eyes, and a crystal liquid streaked across the corners of his eyes... He couldn't feel Voldy anymore, he was gone...

They did it like crazy tonight.Love, again and again, kissing each other, hugging each other tightly, lingering to death.But 'tomorrow' will come eventually, and when the sun rises, Draco knows that this time, he really lost Voldy...

Draco took the day off for himself, got away from everything, and didn't tell anyone.He thought, he needs some time to get used to this world without Voldy.

At this moment, Voldemort, whose soul had regained his strength, stood outside Hogwarts, looking at the castle in the distance.That's why he didn't want Draco to come to Hogwarts.That castle, like a black hole, had swallowed his dreams, and now it swallowed his Draco.So, one day, he will return to this place with a thunderbolt, and take back everything that belongs to him!

Voldemort used the unicorn's blood to repair his soul, and the Philosopher's Stone could be used for more.He thought, the first step, he needs to reshape a body for himself...

Snape had a nightmare, and he woke up with a start, cold sweat dripping from his brow.

"Severus?" James was woken up, looking at Snape in bewilderment.Since Snape had come to Hogwarts, James' base had moved to the cellar.

"Sleep a little longer." Snape said to James in a rare gentle way, kissing him lightly on the forehead.

The dazed James closed his eyes again, and Snape hugged James, looking ahead deeply.He dreamed of Voldemort. Snape always felt that his dreams seemed to be prophecies. He once dreamed of the death of his parents, and now he dreamed of the resurrection of Voldemort...

Yes, Voldemort would always come back to life, unless someone could destroy his soul, or, someone could appease his soul... Snape felt ridiculous at his weird idea.Appease Voldemort's soul, possible?Unless Voldemort was stupid, he would give up on that plan of world domination. There was no love in Voldemort's heart. He hated the world and everyone. If there was one thing in the world that the omnipotent Voldemort didn't understand, it was love.

There was no question that Snape hated war, as did everyone.But as long as Voldemort exists, the war must continue. Snape couldn't predict how Draco, the savior, would change everyone's destiny.However, Draco was also the only future they could trust right now.

Four years later

The breeze blows gently over the Malfoy Manor, and the vast expanse of wilderness undulates with the hills, the scenery is picturesque, and the colors are bright and eye-catching.

Draco was under the sun, wiping the sweat off his face, and standing opposite was Snape who didn't look tired at all.

"Need to do it again?" Snape asked, having been practicing with Draco all morning.

He has been teaching Draco the black arts and defense against the dark arts for the past few years, and now he has made some progress, and Draco has been able to persist in fighting him for more than half an hour now.

"Professor Snape, I'm afraid I can't hold on anymore." Draco replied with a helpless smile, so there was still a gap, the gap between him and Professor Snape, and the gap between him and Voldemort.

"Then take a break." Snape put away his wand, and the two sat on the floor.

Draco is 15 years old this year, and his appearance is still exquisitely beautiful, but compared to a few years ago, his body is now obviously elongated, with evenly distributed muscles on his body, full of explosive power, youthful and manly Ripeness blends together to form a wonderful temperament.

"How's the Patronus Charm?" Snape asked.

"It's kind of taking shape." Draco said, last year, he started to learn the Patronus Charm, and for some reason, that spell seemed to be particularly difficult for him.His 'Patron Saint' has always been a cloud of mist, and he can't see what it is. Only recently did he show his true colors.

"Call God to protect!" Accompanied by Draco's spell, a cloud of white mist appeared in the middle of the green grass.From the hazy mist, one can vaguely see a ferocious big snake writhing non-stop.

"Although it has been formed, it is not stable, and the shape will change with my emotions." Draco said.

"Now it's a snake, but sometimes it will become a hound."

"This snake looks familiar..." Snape glanced at Draco hesitantly, it was really familiar...

Draco withdrew his Patronus, of course he knew what it was, the snake on the emblem of Salazar Slytherin, Guardian of Voldemort. Draco had seen it on Voldemort's body before, it was a necklace, Voldemort never took it off, it was engraved with the totem of a snake. Voldemort had told him that the totem on the necklace was the Slytherin family crest, and the snake was the basilisk that had guarded the Slytherin family for generations.

Draco fell back on the lawn, looking at the blue sky.It sounds ironic to hear that neither Voldemort nor the Death Eaters had a Patronus... a Patronus that appeared because of feelings for the Dark Lord.

But, he really missed him... Draco closed his eyes, and when he was alone at night, he would often imagine that Voldy was still by his side, in his dreams, imagine his kissing and stroking, imagine him entering His own body, Draco often reached highs with this imagining.Tide, the previous relationship is not so easy to dissipate, he is 15 years old, and Voldemort has been with him for most of his life. Draco knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was trying to forget, and the result was that his Patronus wasn't just a snake, it was sometimes a stupid hound... so stupid... so damn...

Draco opened his eyes, not knowing what happened to Voldemort now, he studied desperately, in order to protect the light he longed for.And what about Voldemort?Has the body been reshaped now?Are you planning a comeback?There will always be a day when we meet again, right?

"Professor Snape, let's practice again." Draco said with a smile, stood up and regained his energy...for that day, he had to work harder on himself.He is connected with Voldemort's life, this is his destiny.This slender 15-year-old is forcing himself to grow, and he needs strength, more strength, to guard the warmth and light he craves.