May the world be kind to you

"If possible, I hope that this dazzling light will stay on his face forever." -Harry Potter

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Harry walks through Hogwarts.

Debris has been cleared and the crumbling castle is being repaired.For the reconstruction of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic has paid an unprecedented amount of money. In addition to the damaged buildings that must be rebuilt, even the well-preserved places have undergone extensive repairs and equipment updates. Basically, the entire castle has been rebuilt.

One can imagine how much surprise the brand-new Hogwarts will bring to everyone when they return to school.And in this, at least half of the credit should be attributed to the property donation of the Malfoy family.

After walking around and looking around, he climbed up to the Astronomy Tower without knowing it, and then, a completely unexpected figure on the side of the tower wall stopped his footsteps.

For a split second, he thought he was back in the bathroom at level six.

The blond hair was also so light that it almost blended into the sun, the shoulders seemed to be crushed by an invisible weight, and the thin figure exuded a heavy aura.

He didn't need to approach him, let alone look back, he could easily recognize who this person was just by looking at his back, and he could even guess his emotions with absolute certainty.

What kind of "dead enemy" is this?Harry curled his lips mockingly.

How on earth did they become rivals?Perhaps from the very beginning, they never looked at each other pleasingly.I hate his arrogance, and he also despises his courageous progress. Later, standing on different positions, choosing different camps and embarking on different paths, it led them to a complete confrontation.

However, what qualifications do I have to label him "evil" just based on what I see with my eyes and my inherent cognition?When Dumbledore died, he firmly believed that his conscience was still alive, but he was blinded by prejudice all the time, stalking and even hurting him justifiably under the banner of "justice"-how ridiculous!

Draco Malfoy is not what we imagined.

Colin's words came to mind again.

Harry had to admit that he never really knew him.

So he walked over subconsciously, stood side by side with him, watching the direction where the white-haired old man fell into the night, overlooking the dark and dark Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch field in the distance, and the wide and calm surface of the Black Lake. It took a long time before he spoke slowly. Facts that I would never admit before the battle:

"Dumbledore's death was not your fault."

Draco's body remained motionless, his expression was calm and indifferent, as if he had already known who the person around him was, and he couldn't make any waves—even though his eyes kept staying somewhere below:

"He planned his own death, including everyone else, but I can't find any reason to resent him."

"Because whether it is calculation or planning, his priority is to choose the best plan for others, and he never thinks about what will happen to himself."

"how about you?"

"Me?" Harry didn't understand why Draco suddenly mentioned himself: "Me what?"

"Aren't you also willing to sacrifice yourself for others?"

"No, I'm not that noble." Harry shrugged, "I care too much about things, and I can't be as selfless as he is."

Draco turned his head when he heard the words, and for the first time moved his gaze to the people around him who were staring at his flat expression.Can you reserve a place for me in your "care"?

"Saint Potter really knows how to make accidents," finally swallowed back his hope, and dragged out his tone lazily: "You didn't even imitate your mentor to fulfill your prestigious name of 'savior'."

"...Malfoy, can't you just talk to me like you did just now?"

"Did your brain degenerate early?" Draco curled his lips: "You actually imagined that I would be nice to my deadly enemy?"

"..." I wonder if beating him up now will violate the Fantastic Beasts Protection Act?

"However..." Draco changed the subject, and glanced at the torch in Harry's hand: "We can compete. If you can beat me, maybe I will consider granting your wish once."

Harry froze for a moment, then belatedly realized that Draco was wearing a Slytherin Quidditch uniform.He narrowed his eyes slowly: "Are you prepared?"

Draco didn't want to explain too much that he came to Hogwarts because he suddenly missed the taste of flying, and he didn't want to describe his feeling of flying because of an unexpected encounter, so he only squinted at him with his eyes: "Why, I'm afraid gone?"

Harry rolled his eyes, took out the golden snitch that he brought out specially today, watched it twirl a few times in the palm of his hand, and then spread out its wings, the small words engraved on it reflected the golden light faintly.

"One round decides the outcome?"

"as you wish!"

The wind is whistling in the ears, flowers, plants and trees are flying in front of the eyes, and thin clouds and mists are passing by.

The golden and black figures are like meteors streaking across the sky, no matter whether they are diving high or turning straight, they always keep pace with each other and never leave.Soon they forgot about the competition, soaring freely in the vast world, enjoying the thrill of flying while sweating profusely, and throwing away all the troubles and troubles during the extremely fast flight.

The Golden Snitch, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared in sight at some point.

Turning his head inadvertently, Harry saw the pale gold around him still following closely.

All of a sudden, the desire to win was aroused, and regardless of the speed that was approaching the limit, he rode on the fire cockpit, rushed to the little golden ball that was close at hand with all his strength and reached out to grab it... Then he was stunned and let the fire □□ carried him out of the Forbidden Forest with inertia, then gradually slowed down, and finally hovered over the grass on the shore of the Black Lake.

His eyes immediately shifted to the snitch in his hand.

He grasped only half of the sphere and the wing on one side, the other half was held firmly in another man's hand.

Subconsciously let go of his hand.

The other hand was also released at the same time, and the freed Golden Snitch flapped its wings and stopped between the two of them.

"It's not bad, Potter," Draco said slowly. "It's a shame if the technology of the enemy is too bad, and it will cause me a lot of trouble."

"Each to each other." Harry was not to be outdone.

"..."

After the atmosphere subtly condensed for a moment, both hands reached out to each other at the same time: "Let's make peace."

The same astonishment appeared on the two glowing young faces, and the next moment, hearty laughter sounded from above the Black Lake, breaking the original silence.

Accompanied by two hands clasped together.

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Narcissa knocked on the door excitedly.

The small white villa stands quietly in the well-kept garden.The lawn in the garden is neatly manicured, white daisies are blooming on one side, two exquisite tables and chairs are placed in it, and several pots of spider eggs are arranged in the corner of the wall; on the other side is a children's swing , with several toys scattered around.The low wall made of huge cobblestones surrounds this world with a unique sense of tranquility.

Draco looked at the garden house in front of him, which was not exquisite but warm enough, and once again became curious about this aunt whom he had never met but whose mother had been thinking about him for many years.

What kind of woman is she?After experiencing the blows of successive deaths of relatives, can you bravely and firmly take on the important task of raising your grandson alone?

He didn't dare to imagine that if all this happened to him, he would collapse because of it.

"Which one?" A soft female voice appeared behind the door with the sound of pattering footsteps.

"It's me." Narcissa was so nervous that her voice changed a little.

The moment the door opened, Draco froze all over.For a moment he thought the nightmarish woman he dreaded and loathed had come to life, but soon he relaxed.

"Sissy?"

Andromeda never expected that the person outside the house was her sister whom she hadn't seen for many years, so she inadvertently called out her childhood nickname.Narcissa immediately burst into tears, and couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged her sister.

It wasn't until the baby's crying resounded loudly that Andromeda invited Narcissa and Draco into the house as if she had just woken up from a dream, and while wiping her tears, she and her sister walked quickly to the nursery.

Draco followed behind unhurriedly. When he passed the living room, he saw large and small photo frames on the fireplace, and walked over subconsciously.

The protagonists of the photos are obviously my aunt's family. There are single photos and group photos, sitting or standing, in various poses and movements, but without exception, they are talking and laughing, happy and warm.The strange thing is that according to the mother's description, the girl who should be her cousin keeps changing her hair color and appearance, as colorful as a chameleon.

Draco always felt that she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

When he finally saw the photos and came to the baby room, Andromeda and Narcissa had already chatted affectionately and started the daily life, and she seemed very happy to see her nephew:

"Is this the little dragon? It's so big."

Draco greeted his aunt gracefully and gracefully, which naturally aroused Andromeda's repeated compliments and Narcissa's implicit pride hidden under her modesty.He smiled slightly, turned his head and saw two large portraits hanging on the wall, one was of his uncle whom he had no chance to meet, and the other had only a simple background, but he didn't know where he went, but he thought it should be It is his cousin and cousin-in-law, that is, the child's parents.

His gaze unconsciously shifted to the boy sitting on the crib nibbling on a toy, and saw that the child's hair was like an overturned palette, constantly changing colors.Draco watched it interestingly, and began to count how many hair colors the child could conjure, and from time to time, he would pay attention to the content of the chat between the mother and the others.

"...The act of donating has indeed brought Malfoy a lot of good name. Lucius has always been very good at adapting to the situation."

"That's right, even Gore and Crabbe, who once shunned us, came to the door again. He also asked Xiaolong to make friends with the savior as soon as possible."

"You mean..." Andromeda obviously hesitated: "Harry Potter?"

Narcissa was keenly aware of the strangeness immediately: "Is there any problem?"

"...I can understand your decision and approach, but..." Andromeda looked back and forth hesitantly at her sister and her nephew who focused on herself when he heard Harry's name: "I'm not sure that doing so will What impact will it have on him... Sissy, you may be upset when I say this, but... please treat him better."

"Of course I will treat him well!" Narcissa was very surprised: "Since I am a friend of the Malfoy family, I will never make things difficult for him..."

"No, Sissy, you don't understand, he..." Andromeda slightly raised her voice a little excitedly.

"Then tell me." Narcissa looked serious: "At least let me avoid some mistakes that shouldn't happen."

"It's nothing wrong, it's..."

"Hey, Mom, are there any guests at home?"

A surprised female voice interrupted Andromeda's unfinished words.Everyone raised their heads to look at the two figures who appeared in the frame at some point, and Draco opened his eyes wide in shock after seeing who the man was.

"Remus, you are here." Andromeda quickly broke into a gentle smile: "Dora, this is your Aunt Sissy, and he is your cousin Draco Malfoy."

Dora greeted Narcissa gently, and looked at Draco with a mocking expression: "I really don't want to admit that you little bastard is actually my cousin."

"..."

Draco stared at her speechlessly, feeling even more embarrassed when he noticed the surprised eyes of his mothers on him.

Andromeda hurried out to smooth things over: "Dora, how could you be so rude to the guests."

"Hmph," Dora snorted softly, "Anyone who bullies my son's godfather is bullying me!"

"Dora."

The gentle voice of the werewolf stopped Dora. She made a face at her husband, ignored others, and shifted her gaze to her son who grinned silently when she saw her. She happily played the color-changing game with her son.

Lupine shook his head helplessly and looked at Malfoy mother and son apologetically. His gentle voice could not hide his doting on his wife: "Mrs. Malfoy, Mr. Malfoy, Dora has a childish temper, please forgive me."

Dora muttered a few words in a low voice, "You are so polite to the little bastard", and after seeing her husband's disapproving eyes, she immediately pretended to be innocent.

"Professor Lupine..." Draco whispered the address from memory, but couldn't say anything more.

Lupine smiled gently, and changed the subject seemingly inadvertently: "Mrs. Malfoy must have something to discuss with Domeda when she came here today. Are we bothering you?"

"No, I'm just here to visit Domeda, nothing important." Narcissa said and stood up and turned to her sister: "Let's go visit your garden first."

"There's no need to evade, Mrs. Malfoy." Lupine stopped Narcissa in time, and then looked at Andromeda: "Have you been here today?"

"Not yet. He probably saw that you didn't want to see him more, so he came later and later." Andromeda had a trace of condemnation in her eyes: "He didn't want to shorten the time you and Teddy met because of him."

"...I don't want to see him, I just..." Lupine sighed and smiled bitterly: "I don't know how to face the self-blame that he may not even be aware of. There is Snape in the memorial room Scolding him, there are other people who can joke with him, but when we meet alone, I don't know what to say or do to enlighten and persuade..."

"This will only be counterproductive." Narcissa couldn't bear to listen to him and interrupted him: "The more deliberately you are, the more guilty he will be. The best way is to maintain the previous mode of getting along, just like the relationship between you and Domeda. Same."

"……But……"

"Harry always knew what he should do." Dora, who finally put her son to sleep, finally had a chance to join the topic: "You know how resolute and brave he is, don't you? After all, after going through that kind of childhood , and," she deliberately squinted at Draco and emphasized her tone: "It's really rare for 'someone' to be so kind after years of oppression."

"..."

This "cousin" made up her mind to make things difficult for him, right?Talked as if he hadn't been bullied by Potter.

Lupine hesitated for a while before looking at his wife uncertainly: "So... shall we wait until we see Harry today?"

Dora's eyes lit up, and her hair turned bright pink in an instant: "Thank you, Aunt Sissy. You solved all the problems with one word!"

Narcissa smiled lightly, chatted a few more words casually, and bid farewell to Andromeda.

"Now?" Andromeda was a little surprised: "Harry will be here soon, don't you want to see him?"

Narcissa looked at her son questioningly.

Draco shook his head: "No. There will be opportunities in the future."

He was afraid that he would not be able to control his impulse, and whenever he saw Harry, he would press him for everything he had no way of knowing.

Andromeda didn't insist on staying, and sent them out.

It wasn't until Narcissa stepped out of the gate and stood in the garden to make sure that no conversation could be heard in the house:

"What did Dora mean by that last remark?"

"I don't know the details..." Andromeda hesitated again and again: "I only know that you can't imagine what Harry has experienced. So, please, Sissy,"

The pleading gaze met Narcissa's astonishment:

"Be nice to him."

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The exquisitely packaged gift box landed lightly on the small open-air round table by the street, and the person sat next to him.

There is no need to look up, just looking at the silver and green color scheme, Harry knows who is coming, and also knows that there must be delicious snacks in the gift box, just like every day recently.

Harry couldn't tell what was in his heart.

Of course he was happy to see Draco every day, but he was also a little depressed to think that Draco hated him and had to shake hands with him only because of the air competition.

However, who would go to the person they hate with a gift every day?Who knows, maybe it's just a new trick that Master Malfoy has popped up.After all, he was often teased at school, and the eldest and young masters have always been dazzling.

Harry silently pushed the untouched gift box in front of Draco.

Draco slowly put down the coffee that he didn't really like: "What do you mean?"

"Malfoy, you don't have to do that." Harry deliberately pulled out a brisk smile: "A peace doesn't mean we have to be inseparable. You don't have to force yourself to meet me."

They only saw each other for two or three hours a day, and Harry called that "inseparable"?

Draco curled his lips lightly: "The savior's glasses should be changed after wearing them for many years. Which eye of yours can see that I am reluctant?"

If you don't force yourself, you will run away as soon as you hear that I'm coming?

"I heard that you were there when I went to Teddy's house that day," Harry tried his best to pretend that he didn't mind. "It's a pity that I didn't meet you. Dora said..."

That woman just can't see him, right?Where did he offend her? ?Draco interrupted Harry with a cold snort: "I knew she was upset and kind!"

"Dora is a nice person, I don't allow you to slander her!!" Harry's round eyes flashed with anger: "And she is your cousin, how can you say that about her?!"

This woman is so powerful, she can still make him and Harry quarrel without anyone in front of her!Draco made a note for her in his heart, secretly decided to try to avoid Harry and her as much as possible in the future, and deliberately changed the topic while opening the gift box casually:

"Has your problem with Professor Lupine been resolved?"

"It's solved!" Harry immediately forgot the unhappiness just now, and smiled happily: "Remus promised that he would never feel guilty for leaving me alone in the world, and I also promised him that he would never feel guilty for leaving me alone. Blame yourself for the faults of others..." After finishing speaking in one breath, he became suspicious: "How do you know?"

Draco pushed the plate in front of Harry without any trace, tapped the snack inside with his chin to signal him to eat, and saw that he unconsciously picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, then curled up his lips and sneered:

"My 'very good' cousin probably forgot to tell you that it was my mother who persuaded Professor Lupine to change her behavior with you."

"Mrs. Malfoy?!" Harry was startled, and then his face was full of gratitude: "Merlin, I don't know how to thank her!"

"You should be thankful," Draco continued slowly after watching him eat another snack, "even if it's just for the refreshments she made herself."

A mouthful of crumbs went straight down Harry's throat.

He took a few sips of coffee, choked and coughed for a long time before he recovered his breath, and stared at the blond young master opposite without the slightest guilt and daring to look disgusted:

"Why didn't you say it earlier! I thought it was..." You did.

It caused him to be secretly happy for several days with unknown joy, but it was all in vain.

"What is it?"

There seemed to be a flash of light in Draco's eyes.

Harry wasn't sure if that was anticipation, he only knew that his face was burning hot for no reason, and even the explanation that should have been justifiable became chattering:

"Of course... you bought it. Otherwise... what else could it be?"

Draco curled his lips again in boredom, simply threw a question and then went back: "So, how do you plan to thank you?"

"……I have no idea."

It was only after the words came out that Harry realized that this was indeed a huge problem.It's insincere to just say thank you, I don't know what is appropriate to give a gift, and the Malfoy family has everything... No, wait.

He suddenly remembered Dobby who had been let go by himself.

How about a house elf?Where can he find it! !Where else would he know other elves besides Kreacher? !It's impossible... to let him be a house-elf for a while, right?Although he knows all the housework, the standards and requirements of Malfoy's family should be much higher, and I'm afraid I can't handle it... Besides, this kind of gratitude seems to be...too uneconomical... …

Draco watched the various colors of green, red, white and black alternately changing on Harry's face, and began to deeply suspect that he was actually an invisible Transform Magus.

"How about you give me an idea?"

Harry finally thought of the ready-made staff officer who knew the Malfoy family best before him before he collapsed, but he didn't know that someone was waiting for this sentence.

"How about visiting the manor?"

"..."

He shouldn't have counted on this restless and kind guy!

What are you kidding, to be a guest at the noble Malfoy's house, apart from having to make an appointment, choose a decent dress, and prepare an expensive gift that suits the owner's wishes, I'm afraid you have to learn the etiquette of being a guest... It's more troublesome than simply thanking you. I don't know how many times!

"Malfoy, it's fun playing with me, isn't it? I seriously want to hear your opinion and you... what are you doing?!"

Harry stared in astonishment and clutched his hand tightly, and the next moment, he felt himself being squeezed into an invisible tube.

Draco mocked silently inwardly.

It's just going to his own home. Does he look like he is facing a big enemy?

Come to think of it, hands are indeed much quicker and easier than talking.