May the world be kind to you

Harry finally complied with Draco's wishes and went back to Grimmauld Place.

Maybe it was really too tired, he fell asleep on the sofa without taking off his clothes, and woke up the next morning.After absent-mindedly finishing his breakfast, he explained a few words to Kreacher and went out.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, the cold air rushed towards his face, carrying a coldness that seemed to be unable to be dispelled by the bright sunshine.Harry flinched, then cast a warming spell on himself, and was about to Apparate when he realized that he seemed to have nowhere to go.

Draco didn't need him, and Weasley couldn't see him, but if he went back to Kreacher now, he would worry about this and that, so he could only wander around aimlessly by himself.

As far as the eye can see, almost every house is decorated with lilies, and the merchants display bunnies and colorful eggs for sale. Children play various games on the lawn of the garden, laughing and laughing. The sound seemed to heat up the cold air a bit.

Is it already Easter?

Harry wandered the streets in a daze.The festive atmosphere around him did not infect him. On the contrary, he only found it ironic that he lost his most important family and friends again in such a festival with profound meanings and symbols of life and hope.

How many other people in this world will encounter the same situation as him?Do they also find it ironic?What kind of way will they choose to spend this important festival?

He had walked a long way unknowingly while thinking about it, and when he stopped in front of a shop with a closed door, he realized that he had inadvertently come from the Muggle London Street to the Magic and Wheezing Workshop in Diagon Alley.

Gently push the door open, and the sight is a mess.

The broken shelves are dumped everywhere, and occasionally one or two good ones are crumbling together crookedly; magical products are falling all over the place in a mess, mixed together and even trampled to pieces; there are traces of fighting everywhere , all kinds of black magic spells left clear and profound evidence of crimes for the Death Eaters on the once clean and flat walls and floors.

I don't know anything about such a dire situation! !

Harry slowly took out his wand, cleaned up all the spell marks left on the walls and floors, straightened and repaired the shelves one by one, put the messy goods that were still intact and put them back in their original places, and made the unrecognizable shop a little bit better. Return to its original appearance.

But what if everything is restored?The magic workshop that lost its owner can never regain the joy of the past.

He carefully cleaned the store from the inside to the outside, and when he passed a corner, he was caught by a faint light. He picked it up and saw that it was a packet of fine powder with the name and detailed instructions on it.

The lifelike colorful paper cranes at the engagement banquet immediately appeared clearly in front of my eyes, and my eyes were filled with uncontrollable soreness and tingling.

Ginny was absolutely right.From the moment we first met on platform 93/4, it was Weasley who had always paid for him no matter what, and he really never brought even the slightest bit of good to the Weasley family.

So, what qualifications does he have and what reason can he ask to see George?What face would he have to see Fred again?

Harry walked out of the magic workshop slowly and locked the door carefully.

When he was about to leave, a black shadow flashed quickly from the corner of his eyes, he turned to the direction where the black shadow disappeared, and then slowly narrowed his eyes.It seemed that the bait he deliberately left was very effective, and Crabbe finally did not hold his breath.It was time to solve it. If the potential threat around Draco could not be completely eliminated, he would not feel at ease anyway.

Thinking of this, Harry's face suddenly changed drastically, and while apparating, he kept blaming himself for obeying Draco's wishes so carelessly and leaving him alone in the manor!If Crabbe had come to the manor at Draco's saddest moment...

He can't afford the consequences! !

As soon as he entered the manor, he went straight to the master bedroom, glanced at no one, and immediately ran to Draco's room, completely ignoring the house-elf's voice and annoyed expression.When he searched every place Draco might go to recently but still saw no one, his face turned pale immediately, and even the voice when he asked the elf trembled slightly.

"Where's Draco?"

"The young master didn't tell me, Mr. Potter. He just said that he didn't want to see anyone today, and he didn't allow me to disturb you," the elf replied respectfully and truthfully, seeing that Harry was going to find someone again, he hastily stretched out his hand to stop him. Carrying out the master's order strictly: "Especially Mr. Potter, the young master said that if you come, please go back first."

"How dare you just leave him alone where you don't know?!" Harry was angry and anxious, and unconsciously raised his voice: "Crabbe hasn't caught him yet, if he sneaks up to Della division……"

The more he talked, the more panicked he became. He stopped explaining to the elf who was obviously also frightened, and ran upstairs quickly, starting from the first room and looking for it one by one, until finally there were empty wine bottles all over the place. In the attic of his house, he found the blond young man clutching the wine bottle drunk on the ground, and finally he was able to breathe a sigh of relief and slowly calm down his violent heartbeat.

He couldn't lose Draco anymore.

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Draco was drunk.

He is usually never drunk, but today he deliberately wants to be drunk.

No matter how much he grieves, he must accept the fact that his parents will leave forever, and he cannot just be depressed.

The funeral couldn't leave Harry alone, and he couldn't let the man who never knew how to take care of himself continue to carry all the pain inside.

In order to prevent Harry from suddenly running over and bumping into him, he confessed to the elf that he had to stop the person back, and then hid in the attic with the wine.He decided to indulge this once, and then he would pick himself up and walk the long road ahead hand in hand with Harry.He promised to hold hands with Harry every day.

He didn't know how much he drank.Malfoy's ability to keep his mind clear no matter how much he drank made him never feel "drunk". Therefore, when he found that his consciousness became blurred and his vision was no longer clear, he thought it should be drunk.

He was really drunk, otherwise how would he have found out that the attic floor had been turned into a bed in the bedroom?His brain cleared up for a moment and then became chaotic. At that moment, he seemed to see Crabbe's figure shaking beside the bed.

It turns out that after being drunk, there will be hallucinations?But why even the hallucination is the murderer who killed his parents?The grief and indignation of losing his parents could no longer be suppressed at this moment, and he didn't even care how ridiculous it was to denounce a false phantom:

"How dare you show up in the manor?!"

There seemed to be another voice in the room: "...I am very worried about you, and I am worried that you are alone in the manor..."

Hallucinations can still speak?Now he was sure he was really drunk.

"Worried about me? Oh, it's a pity that you didn't kill me too, so you can't wait to attack me?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the voice became a little hoarse when it sounded after a short pause.

"...Draco, I..."

"Who allowed you to call me by my name?!" Angrily, he just wanted to drive away the self-righteous phantom in front of him: "Who do you think you are? Get out of my manor immediately!!"

"...Ma...Malfoy, I know everything is my fault, but let me take care of you? Let me be with you..."

"Take care? Accompany??" He felt that he had heard a big joke, and as he laughed softly, tears rolled down his face: "This is something only my parents are qualified to say and do. You are the one who ruined my family." Why does the culprit want to replace it?!"

It is said that he will not be sad anymore when he is drunk, but why is he still clearly feeling the pain?But that phantom just refused to let him go, and kept rubbing salt on his wounds.

"...Tell me, what should I do to make up for the harm you have suffered..."

"Make it up? Can you give me back my home?" He was so painful that he wanted to cry, but he felt like he was smiling: "Can you give me back my parents?"

The clenched palm was hurt by some kind of foreign object. He lowered his head to identify it for a moment before realizing that it should be a wine bottle, so he turned the mouth of the bottle to his mouth and poured it in. Angrily, he didn't drink the expected wine. He tried hard to throw the bottle far away, but the bottle just slipped from his hand and fell on the carpet with a muffled sound.

"...you can do whatever you want with me, but please don't torture yourself like this..."

Mixed with drowsiness, the smell of alcohol welled up in bursts, and the voice in his ears gradually became blurred and intermittent, and the occasional sentence that he heard clearly reminded him that there was another thing he could do.

"Is it enough to counteract your crime of killing so many people?" He took out his wand and pointed at the slowly blurring figure in front of him: "There is no such cheap thing in the world! —— Cruciatus!"

The figure hit by the spell in front of him fell to the ground as he hoped, but he couldn't feel the slightest joy, and what filled his heart was still only sadness.When his parents were killed, he didn't actively think of ways to find revenge on the murderer, but hid in the manor all day long, depressed and depressed, and even vented his anger and mourning to an illusory figure—how incompetent he was!

"Let you taste this next." How he hoped that the phantom that wobbled up was not an illusion, how much he hoped that these spells could really penetrate Crabbe: "You will see the flesh cut open by the sharp blade, You can also hear the sound of blood gushing out of your body. Then," the corner of the mouth curved into an arc without the slightest smile: "you will feel the fear of death in the pain-Shenfeng Wuying!"

There seemed to be a flash of red light in the hazy field of vision.

His increasingly drowsy mind made him unable to determine whether this was an illusion. He only knew that the figure in front of him was gradually fading away and disappearing.

Wasn't Merlin willing to give him this chance of revenge even in fantasy? !

"No... I want revenge..." He murmured subconsciously shaking his head, clenched his wand with all his strength, and threw the spell with the last ounce of consciousness: "Avada... ..."

Green light flashed.

Then, the heavy sleepiness completely engulfed the blond youth.

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Apart from the even breathing of the blond youth, there was no other sound in the room.

Harry's body was still shaking slightly from the excruciating pain.His face was frighteningly pale, his lips were bitten, but the green eyes behind the lenses were still soft.

Taking two steps forward, he picked up the dropped wand and gently put it on the bedside. He stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the blond young man, and there was a faint sadness that could not be concealed under the calm and gentle face.

It turns out that you hate me so much.

It's because I didn't understand the silent rejection and resistance behind your silence, which forced you to confess to me in this way.

And I'm not self-sufficient, thinking that a self-righteous home can heal your pain.

He cast a few simple healing spells at random to stop the bleeding from the wound.Because of the angle deviation, Shenfeng Wuying only left a few cuts and did not cause extensive damage, and the Death Curse was flashed sideways by him.

I am sorry.

I'll stand before you when Crabbe is done, and never dodge any of your spells again.

I just hope that you will be happy in your life and that all the pain will be far away from now on.

He leaned down slowly and kissed Draco's lips affectionately.

This might be the last kiss he could get.I hope that when he returns from his troubles, it will give him the courage and strength to face the hatred in Draco's eyes.

Harry put a sleeping spell on Draco who was sleeping soundly, hoping that he could have a good sleep with the help of alcohol, and then used silencing spells and warming spells to create a comfortable sleeping environment, and then cleaned up all the leftovers in the room. Down the traces of the spell.

Perhaps, this is also his last chance to take care of Draco.

He walked slowly to the door, holding the doorknob in his hand but stagnated for a long time, finally couldn't help but turned his head and cast complicated eyes on the sleeping blond young man.

Then, the door opened gently and then closed silently, blocking the back of Harry leaving alone, leaving only a few inaudible whispers gradually dissipating in the air:

"Goodbye, my brother."

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The silence in the memorial room was suffocating.

The portraits were all silent with heavy faces, sitting or standing quietly in their respective frames, as motionless as a Muggle portrait.Seeing Harry coming in, he just nodded slightly, with the same sympathy and intolerance in his eyes.

Fred, who always had a smiling face, sat in a high-backed chair with his back to the picture frame.The back of the chair blocked his entire figure, but the strong sorrow and sorrow spread from the only exposed red hair to the entire frame, and even penetrated the portrait and violently attacked Harry's heart.

Harry walked slowly up to Fred and looked up at his back.

I still remember that at the time of the transfer, in order to ensure his safety, almost all members of the Weasley family were mobilized. George even lost one ear, but he couldn't even do the most basic protection. In the peaceful age when Voldemort was dead The only surviving twin lost his life.

"I'm sorry, Fred."

For Arthur, for Bill, for Ginny, for the twins.

For every Weasley.

Fred didn't move a hair.

"Harry, Fred won't answer," Lupine sighed softly. "He's been like this for days."

"...Remus, am I useless?" Harry slowly turned his head to look over, his pupils constricted and his voice was hoarse: "I can't even protect the people around me. With me like this, what qualifications do I have to be a Teddy?" Godfather?"

"Don't think so, Harry, I know you would rather that happen to you than anyone else."

Harry muttered to himself in a low voice: "...it happened even if I didn't want it to, but I didn't even have the means and chance to make up for it..."

"Put away those useless and ridiculous sympathies of yours!!" The cold sarcasm sounded first before Lupin spoke out to comfort him: "Do you think that giving a little so-called 'reparation' can make the family of the deceased no longer suffer? Or do you really regard yourself as the omnipotent savior and think that you can bring the dead back to life?!" Since things have already happened, they cannot be changed. Instead of wasting time doing these meaningless things, it is better to live and cherish the present.Doesn't Potter even understand such a simple truth?

These words were like the last straw, causing Harry's figure to shake violently, and there was no more blood on his face.

"Don't talk about Snape like that," Lupine couldn't bear Harry's appearance: "Harry also feels bad."

"No, Remus, Professor Snape is right." His pale face looked at the cold and stern Potions Master calmly: "You were right when you criticized me before, I was too arrogant .”

If he hadn't been too confident that he could handle everything, the little girl wouldn't have died, Mother Sissy and Lucius wouldn't have died, and George wouldn't have been too late to rescue him.

It's all his fault.

It was he who killed these people.

Harry bowed respectfully to the two elders, looked around each portrait in turn, and took a deep look at Fred, who had kept the same posture all the time, and strode away without looking back. memorial room.

Completely ignoring Snape's frown.

The next moment, his figure appeared in the Forbidden Forest.

His emerald-like eyes were full of firmness, and he stepped into the deep darkness as always without hesitation.

When he came out again, his feet were sloppy and his body was sweating profusely, his pale lips were dry and bloody, and the eyes on his haggard face were shining with extreme excitement.

After returning home, he carefully handed the thing tightly held in his palm to the elf:

"Kreacher, I want to ask you to do me a favor..."

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The same cliff coast, the same desolation and emptiness.

"I didn't expect you to dare to stay here alone." A gloomy voice sounded from behind.

He did come.

A cold light flashed in his green eyes, and Harry continued to dig out the little girl whose body was as good as before without looking back, carefully cleaned up the sand and put her on a flat boulder, and picked another The small, round stone made a portkey and fit into her palm.

Then he stood up slowly, and was hit by the binding spell as soon as he turned around.

"I really don't know if the famous savior is too arrogant to see anyone in his eyes, or too stupid to believe that I came to the appointment to fight you in a fair and square manner?" Crabbe snorted contemptuously, "It's a pity that no matter which one it is, today's ending is doomed."

"Why?" Harry couldn't move his whole body, but his expression was so calm that he couldn't see the slightest panic: "Your target is me, why did you kill George?"

"For the sake of your imminent death, I will tell you kindly." Crabbe's eyes were full of admiration: "This is the plan that the Dark Lord made before the war, if he dies, kill the people you care about , let you witness with your own eyes how those so-called 'love' turned into outright 'hate', let you witness for yourself that the belief you insisted on is ridiculously weak and vulnerable, and let you know that in the end you still lost to the Dark Lord."

A sharp pain hit Harry hard, but he kept his lips together and said nothing.

"It's just a pity that Draco couldn't be killed, but don't worry, he will be the next one to finish you off. All of you will be buried with my son and the Dark Lord." Crabbe summoned Fiendfire again: "It's a very interesting and meaningful event that the great savior died on Easter, don't you think?"

With a wave of his hand, Fiendfire quickly rushed towards Harry.

But he didn't hear the expected screams.In his astonished gaze, Fiercefire was snatched and extinguished by the icy light again, and the person he imagined should have been burned to the ground without any ashes was standing there unscathed, holding a holly wood and staring at him with a stern expression. with him.

"No, no, it's impossible! You can't move at all, how can you..." Halfway through the sentence, his eyes suddenly opened wide: "You know wandless magic?!!"

Fear almost materialized in the eyes.He immediately wanted to Apparate and escape, but unexpectedly a Limp Legs Curse was swiftly shot at him, causing him to fall hard in front of him, the entire left arm was gone, and the split part was bleeding.

The black-haired young man approached him step by step, his posture was like an enraged lion.Crabbe endured the pain and threw all the black magic he had known all his life in disorder, but the young man easily resolved them one by one.

In the end, he had no more spells to chant.

Looking at the black-haired young man standing in front of him condescendingly and contemptuously, Crabbe finally felt hopeless.

"Is it over? Then it's my turn."

Harry was so calm as if he was chatting with a friend about how nice the weather is today, but in the next second his tone suddenly changed, and he uttered two spells in succession with flaming anger: "Fuchsia!"

Crabbe was hoisted high and then fell heavily, screaming loudly with stars in his eyes, feeling that his internal organs had been thrown out of place.

"It's for that innocent Muggle girl." Harry didn't give him any chance to breathe, and the next spell followed: "Flying sand and flying stones!—"

A powerful force lifted Crabbe into the air and threw him hard on a boulder, causing his bones to shatter and his head to bleed instantly.

"It's for George. To pieces!—"

The light beam accurately hit the boulder under Crabbe, and the stone burst into large and small fragments in an instant, scattering everywhere, and Crabbe was also blown to the edge of the cliff, unable to send out even a single shot.

"It's for Mama Sissy and Lucius."

Harry stepped forward step by step to the edge of the cliff and stood facing the wind, looking coldly at the dilapidated, battered and dying figure like an avenging angel descended into the world: "Voldemort will never understand that 'love' is about giving rather than equivalent exchange .Even if I were to die here today, love would allow me to face it fearlessly, and I would have a happy and free soul. But before Voldemort died, there was only hatred and fear, and his soul would never be peaceful!" He paused, and delivered Crabbe's final fatal blow: "Voldemort will never win."

Crabbe was full of indignation but was unable to make any more movements, his lips that were twitching and bleeding could not make a sound.

This appearance slowly faded Harry's grief and anger, and slowly put down the wand that was going to give him another Cruciatus Curse.Crabbe wasn't Voldemort after all, so what if he was killed?Everything I lost can no longer be retrieved.

Immediately exhausted physically and mentally.

He dropped his hand holding his wand feebly, and unconsciously turned his head to look at the sea and sky in the distance, missing Crabbe pointing his wand at him with his last breath.

When he found out, a green light holding a fireball had already arrived in front of him.

Harry had just shot the green light back, and the fireball hit his chest with incredible force, knocking him off the cliff, and the wand flew out of his hand at the same time.He quickly broke Fiendfire to avoid further damage, but it was too late to stop his body from falling rapidly.

There was the whistling of the wind.

He couldn't help but think of the day when Kohe rode a broom and flew side by side with Draco, the wind whistling by his ears was also howling.That day, the sun was very warm, as bright as golden hair.

There was a huge impact sound.The icy sea water poured into his ears, nose and mouth from all directions, and the burn on his chest immediately felt a piercing pain.

Consciousness and body are constantly sinking, finally sinking into the boundless darkness.

Now, I should be able to see my parents.

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That night, a thin black figure suddenly appeared in the Memorial Room of the Ministry of Magic Hall.

He held up a black stone with a jagged slit in the middle, and quickly uttered a long and complicated series of incantations before the portrait could react.

The black stone burst out with a strong silver light in an instant and slowly rose and floated in mid-air, illuminating the entire memorial room as bright as day.

The expression of the person in the portrait froze suddenly, and then the figure gradually faded and finally disappeared completely.

At the same time, St. Mungo's vacated several hospital beds, and the girl on the big rock on the cliff twitched her finger slightly and touched the small stone in her palm, and then disappeared.

After the silver light dissipated, the black stone exploded into fragments and fell to the ground as if it had exhausted all its energy, and the thin black shadow had long since disappeared.

The world will be turned upside down from now on.

But no one can know.

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"Actually, I'm very selfish. I just want to achieve my wish so that I can feel at ease, but I don't care about other people's thoughts and feelings, and I don't even think about whether they can bear it." -Harry Potter