May the world be kind to you

"...short black hair, emerald green eyes, black-rimmed glasses, and a scar in the shape of a lightning bolt on his forehead...Al, I still think you're the one they're looking for..."

The chubby restaurant owner frowned and looked at the eye-catching missing person notice on the newspaper in his hand, and asked the busy figure in the kitchen again.

"It's just a coincidence, Mr. Brown," the figure replied heartily to the boss while neatly cleaning and tidying the kitchen: "I'm not the only one with black hair and green eyes, and black-rimmed glasses are everywhere."

"But not everyone has the scar on the forehead..."

After finishing all the work, the black-haired young man washed his hands, walked up to the boss with a smile and lifted the slightly longer black hair on his forehead: "But my scar is not in the shape of lightning."

Looking at the criss-crossing scars of different shades on the smooth forehead, Mr. Brown's eyes immediately changed, and he sighed and expressed regret several times: "How can there be scars on such a good face?! "

The young man put down his hair nonchalantly: "I'm not a girl, why should I care about my appearance?"

Mr. Brown shook his head and handed the prepared bag to the young man with a sigh: "This month's wages."

The young man took it with a smile, felt that the weight was wrong, and was surprised to see that there was an extra piece of bacon in it. He seemed a little embarrassed at the moment, but he also knew that Mr. Brown would use various methods to make him accept it, so he could only thank him again and again.

After going out, I walked and stopped all the way, helping the white-haired old man in the east to clean up the weeds and fallen leaves in the garden, helping the woman with limited mobility in the west to catch the kitten that escaped from the roof, and occasionally waving and patting everyone who I knew.

In this small town with a simple population and simple folk customs, the neighbors are all people who have lived here for generations and know each other well. The only exception is a black-haired young man who suddenly appeared more than a year ago.

No one knows his origins and his past, but he quickly integrated into this almost isolated area with his unique sincerity, kindness, cheerfulness, optimism, and enthusiasm for helping others. From time to time, a little bit of thought that he couldn't refuse was stuffed into his arms-one or two fruits, three or five eggs, unused good clothes, tools and utensils that might be used in life.

The black-haired young man could only accept it after several times of ineffective refusal, and then rewarded him with even more dedication, and then—the things that were given to him became more.

"...You even have the same surname, are you really sure they are not looking for you?"

The small town is located in a remote place, the traffic is poor and the news lags behind. Any slightly interesting news in the newspaper is enough to make the residents talk about it for a long time. The hottest topic in town.

"There are countless people with the surname 'Potter' in the UK, Mrs. Chrissy," the black-haired young man smiled, repeating what he had answered hundreds of times: "The person they are looking for is called 'Harry', and My name is 'Alan'."

"...What a pity," the plainly dressed middle-aged man sighed, "The reward is as high as [-] pounds! I have never seen so much money in my life!!"

"So it's even more impossible to be me." The black-haired young man who called himself "Alan" smiled gently and peacefully, and he missed the huge wealth but he didn't see the slightest regret: "I don't look like someone who would be associated with wealth." There's someone involved, isn't there, Angus?"

The residents reluctantly admitted the facts in his mouth, and the next second they fell into a heated discussion about the person who could easily spend [-] pounds.

The young man bid farewell to them with a smile, and walked out of the town briskly with his stuff in his arms, humming a little tune, thinking that today's dinner should be a potato stew with bacon, and maybe a fruit salad...

A strong force grabbed his arm suddenly.

The black-haired young man was caught off guard and staggered and almost fell, and the things in his hands were scattered all over the floor.However, before he had time to protest, someone had already grabbed his shoulders and turned him in a different direction.He raised his head subconsciously, and immediately crashed into a gray-blue ocean.

The two pairs of eyes immediately connected together.

The seemingly calm gray eyes are surrounded by a storm that can swallow everything, and the clear green eyes are tightly locked, but unexpectedly, the gemstones that are purer than emeralds are so clear and transparent that they are not stained with the slightest dust, refracted under the reflection of the setting sun A soft but clear light froze the turbulent undercurrent in the depths of the gray eyes little by little until it was as dark as darkness.

The hands that clenched the shoulders gradually loosened their strength, and finally hung down in a slump.

The strange blond-haired young man in front of him suddenly became depressed and depressed, which made the black-haired young man a little unbearable.Obviously he was the one who was frightened, but he felt a little guilty for no reason, and the blame he was about to blurt out turned into a question:

"Uh, may I ask, do we know each other?"

The blond young man suddenly opened his eyes wide, and grabbed his shoulders again, with such force that it could almost crush a person's bones:

"you……"

After one word, he could no longer make any sound.

The black-haired young man rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to this strange foreigner. He moved his body slightly like a slippery fish, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped from the grip, and the scattered things on the ground flew into his hands at the same time. , In the next second, his figure had disappeared between heaven and earth.

It was so fast that people didn't even have time to react.

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Draco slowly retracted his empty hands.

When the person who had been missing for more than a year appeared in front of his eyes, the exhaustion and suffering of the past two months became worthwhile in an instant. He just wanted to hold the person tightly in his arms and never let go.

However, those green eyes, which were so calm that they could not make any waves, froze all the ecstasy.

What's more, Harry's wandless magic has become unimaginably powerful, and he easily disappeared from his reach again without a trace.

Draco suppressed his impatience, and decided to go into the town to find out some news. As soon as he turned around, he was caught by a flash of light on the ground, and when he picked it up, it turned out to be an all-too-familiar ring.

Holding the ring tightly in his palm, he felt for the first time a little faith and hope in getting Harry to forgive him.

A figure suddenly appeared not far away.The black-haired young man went back and forth, moving his lips slightly and muttering silently, and his expression became very anxious after he did not find the lost item.

Draco stretched out his fist in front of him and opened it: "Looking for this?"

The dark-haired young man's eyes lit up, he thanked repeatedly and took the ring carefully, carefully wiped off some dust on it, inspected it over and over again, and then heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no damage, then pulled out the string from the collar and hung it up again Go up, and then put it back into the clothes and hide it close to the body.

"This ring..." A series of movements made Draco's throat tighten: "Is there any special meaning?"

"I don't remember, but I know it's very important." The young man was obviously very grateful for Draco's help to find the ring, and his attitude was much more friendly, and he extended his hand to him with a smile: "My name is Alan Potter, thank you for helping me found it."

"E... Lun?"

"Yes." The young man didn't notice the hesitation in his tone, and shook his hand up and down: "Do you also want to ask me what is the relationship with that 'Harry' in the newspaper? Actually, from the name You can see that we are two completely different people." The young man giggled as if talking about some anecdote he had never heard before: "'Harry' means war and attack, and it can't compare with the symbol of peace and friendship." 'Ellen'. Right?"

Draco couldn't say a word.

He thought of Harry holding Goyle's hand like this at this moment, of Harry being at a disadvantage but still calm and composed to the Death Eaters' attacks, of Harry's helpless protest that he never called his name... …

At the beginning, I refused to call him "Harry" properly, but now I want to but never have the chance.

"You're right..." When the last twilight faded below the horizon, Draco was finally able to reply hoarsely: "'Alan' is better than 'Harry'."

The round green eyes immediately turned into crescents happily, and the young man uncharacteristically invited Draco, who was still a stranger, back to his home far away from the small town.

A shadowy hut stands quietly on the desolate coastal cliff. Warm yellow lights add a soft halo around the house through the windows. It forms an independent world in the dark world, breaking the original hut. Feeling lonely and lonely, stained with a bit of warmth and happiness.

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Draco Malfoy."

Draco returned calmly.After the initial shock, he had calmly accepted the fact that Harry had forgotten his past.I don't even remember anyone, so what is the name?

In fact, everyone has more or less guesses that Harry has lost his memory. After all, considering Harry's personality, once he knows that everyone is looking for him, it is impossible to be so indifferent.

"Okay, then I'll call you..." The brisk voice stopped abruptly.

The young man stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Draco immediately noticed something strange and stopped.

"Strange, I can't say your name." The young man opened his mouth in confusion and tried a few more times, but whether it was the surname or the Christian name, they were stubbornly stuck in his throat, and finally he had no choice but to ask De Laco apologized: "I'm sorry, I know it's rude, but..."

The gray eyes are full of complexities that young people can't understand.

Draco stared quietly at the pair of sincere green gemstones, and for a long time, there was obvious uneasiness in them before he pretended to be indifferent and replied calmly: "It's okay, it's just a name."

The young man smiled gratefully, took the initiative to pull him quickly to the front of the house, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

Is there anyone else in the house?

Before Draco could finish his puzzled thoughts, the door was opened from the inside, and the black-haired young man took a step forward, smiling at the place Draco couldn't see in the door:

"Mom, I'm back..." Then he paused for a moment as if he was listening to the people in the room before continuing: "Well, I found it, a gentleman picked up the ring..." After a pause for a while, the tone became fake Protested: "...Of course I know I have to thank you!" He said while pulling Draco to his side: "I even invited him back as a guest!"

Draco subconsciously looked in through the open door, and there was no doubt about the layout and furnishings of the room, and there was no one inside.He turned his head extremely stiffly and slowly, and saw the black-haired young man still smiling and looking at a fixed point in front of him:

"Mom, it was this kind gentleman who helped me. His name is..."

The brisk voice was interrupted abruptly again, and he looked at the blond young man beside him begging for help.

Draco couldn't react.

"Hello!" The black-haired young man tugged at his sleeve unhappily after waiting for a long time for a reply: "My mother is asking for your name."

The dull gray eyes that fell on Harry finally changed and shrank tightly: "...I am...Dracoma..."

The young man rolled his eyes angrily, and turned his head to the front: "My mother is here!"

There was still nothing but emptiness as far as the eye could see.

Draco closed his stinging eyes with force, forced a smile: "... Bo... Mrs. Potter, I'm Draco Malfoy... It's an honor to meet you..." Then he turned to Ha Lee: "You can call me William." Since he can't pronounce his own name, it doesn't matter what he calls himself.

"Nice to meet you, William," the young man shook hands with him again with a smile on his face. "Mom said that you don't need to be so foreign, just call her Aunt Lily."

"... Aunt Lily..."

But after murmuring, he couldn't say anything anymore.

For a moment, there was only silence in the room.Draco stood there stiffly, not knowing what to do, but Harry just watched him with a smile on his face without saying a word, and finally said sourly after a while:

"Mom, you haven't hugged me for so long..." Immediately after the words fell, he turned his head to the other side, puffed up his cheeks and protested loudly: "It doesn't count when I was a child! Which child wasn't raised by my mother?!... "He said with a sly smile: "I said Dad, why are you still talking about my childhood? Could it be that you hate me for distracting my mother's attention too much, so... ah!"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly exclaimed and dodged behind Draco, using him as a shield to poke out half of his face full of begging for mercy and flattery from his shoulder: "Hey, Dad, I have guests today, please give me Save face...why me?!...well, well..."

"Daddy asked me to arrange a room for you." The young man reluctantly motioned for Draco to follow, and when he walked into the empty living room, he stared at the sofa in disbelief: "Godfather! You don't help anyone in the living room." Let me tell you something!! Since that's the case," the young man was full of indignation, "today... no, I won't help you tidy up your room this week!"

While talking, he pushed Draco to walk in, stopped and turned around after two steps, raised his nostrils to the sky a little arrogantly: "Hmph, it's too late, I'm already angry!!"

Then he stepped forward again, and as soon as he entered the blind spot of the living room, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"The one just now was my godfather Sirius Black. He is most afraid of me getting angry." The young man introduced him with a smile, and at the same time opened a door: "This room is for you, I will go to the godfather's place to squeeze in."

The room was clean and tidy, except for an empty birdcage hanging by the window, there was no extra decoration. The light-colored curtains were blown in a beautiful arc by the salty sea breeze, and the twinkling stars were the boundless darkness outside the window. The only embellishment.

The young man closed the window to block the long and far-reaching sound of the tide, then gently reached into the birdcage and played with it for a while, then carefully took off the birdcage and carried it in his hand, and sent it together with the bracket to a bedroom with two single beds settle down.

"Her name is Hedwig, she is a good girl," the young man couldn't hide his love for pets with an apologetic expression, "If she doesn't see me at night, she will make everyone in the room unable to sleep. You rest for a while, we I'm going to help mom prepare dinner."

Since Draco would not really stay in the room to rest, he followed Harry to the small kitchen, stood at the door and watched him skillfully clean the potatoes, fruits, cutlery, and turned his head from time to time to meet the " People" joked a few words.Beside him, the kitchen knife automatically cuts meat on the chopping board, the fire automatically adjusts its size, and the salt shaker automatically flies to the top of the pot, sprinkles an appropriate amount, and then flies back to its original position to stand still, as if there is an invisible creature. People are carefully preparing a delicious dinner.

He suddenly understood why Harry's wandless magic had become so proficient in just over a year.

At dinner later, Draco sat at the small five-set table eating a simple meal, occasionally answering a few "family" questions relayed by Harry, and there was a spoon as soon as the plate was empty Automatically adding food to his plate, as Harry had done on his first visit to the Manor.

But only the clear and clear voice that propped up a lively room alone echoed lonely in the air.

Draco couldn't eat any more, so he found an excuse to go out and leave the cabin.

The cool sea breeze blowing against his face failed to ease his emotions, but the salty smell in the wind actually aggravated the tightness in his chest.

A dark owl flew out of the darkness and sat on his shoulder.He wrote a few words and tied them to the owl's feet and told it a few words, watching it spread its wings and quickly melt into the night.

Then he turned to the cabin again, looking at the brightly lit dining room, the black-haired young man sometimes acted coquettishly to the empty seat on the left and sometimes bickered with the dining chair on the right, with colorful expressions on his face that he had never seen before, just like an innocent Innocent children.

Draco stood motionless in the shadows, and together with the quiet cabin, it became the darkest background under the starlight.

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In the dead of night, several black figures appeared one after another in the living room of the hut.

Draco sat on the sofa with a gloomy expression, his body was as stiff as if under a petrification spell, and he finally moved when he saw him coming.

He led the visitor into a room without saying a word, and cast two spells on the person on the bed before turning on the light, dispelling the darkness in the room.

The black-haired young man curled up on his side on the bed and fell asleep.

Although he couldn't see the long-lost green gemstones, the slight undulation of his body under the thin quilt with his breathing was enough to prove his authenticity.

Excited to the extreme, he became a little timid, and the visitor froze at the door for a moment before walking softly to the bed, completely forgetting that under the blessing of the Sleeping Curse and Silencing Curse, people are not so easily awakened.

Snape stared at Harry's innocent sleeping face like a baby with a complicated expression. His sharp gaze paused when it swept over his forehead, and he stretched out his hand to part the black hair, revealing two or three lines of different shades on the smooth forehead. scars.His black eyes narrowed dangerously, and he quickly unbuttoned Harry's pajamas, and the hideous scar in the middle of his white chest immediately appeared in front of his eyes.

Several people gasped heavily.

Snape took out his wand and gave Harry a comprehensive and meticulous examination before he eased his expression slightly: "There is nothing serious except a little bit of malnutrition. The left arm has signs of simple healing after a fracture, and the chest is injured by Fiendfire. Others It was all caused by the collision. If timely and effective treatment can be obtained, the situation will be much better than it is now."

Healing spells have always been Harry's weakness.

"Fall off the cliff and come here again." Lupine patted Harry's head lovingly, his eyes full of pity: "It's a blessing to suffer only this little injury."

The traces left on the cliff allow everyone to accept that Harry may have fallen off the cliff, but everyone would rather believe that Harry was seriously injured or even unconscious than to think about any worse possibility, so they issued a missing person notice. At the same time, I did not forget to look for them separately along the coast.

Fortunately, they did find someone, and fortunately, Harry's situation was much better than they imagined.

"If we had known Harry was here, we would have..." Halfway through the sentence, it suddenly occurred to them that they had no chance or possibility to "know".Hermione bit her lip: "He just stays here alone..." Staying in this remote corner was forgotten by everyone.

"...No." The long silence made Draco's voice dry and hoarse.Pointing to the other corner of the room, he slowly retorted: "On that bed, his godfather, Sirius, was sleeping..." Facing the confusion of the three of them, he pointed to the birdcage hanging beside the bed: "It's closed here." Looking at the snowy owl named 'Hedwig'..." Then pointing to the door: "The opposite room is his parents' bedroom,... and the regulars here," the gloomy gray eyes were finally hidden under the eyelids: "...it's Mad-Eye Moody..."

The room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Snape pointed his wand at Harry as an instigator, but his face changed after he couldn't detect any information.

"Damn it! His Occlumency is so powerful that he can resist me unconsciously!!" Snape clenched his fists and glared angrily at the ignorant person on the bed, but in the end he just sighed from the bottom of his heart , took out the parchment and quickly wrote two potion formulas and handed them to Draco: "One to lighten scars and one to repair bones. As for the others..." He frowned again and looked at Harry: "Dumbledore may have Method."

After speaking, he disapparated and left without staying any longer, leaving behind a more dignified depression.

It was a long time before Lupine walked up to Draco and pressed his shoulder hard: "At least, we found Harry who is still alive..."

Draco looked slowly at Lupine and then at the still sleeping man.

Perhaps, this is the only comforting thing at present.

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"What did you say?!"

The Burrow was still brightly lit in the middle of the night.

The Weasleys were all sitting around in the living room waiting for the news, but their expressions that should have been anxious were filled with shock because of the truth they had just heard.

"...It's all my fault." Ron knelt in front of his parents and lowered his head, choked up and confessed his mistakes: "I blamed Harry and said things I shouldn't have said to him..."

"Ronald Weasley!!" Arthur shouted out his son's full name angrily.For the first time, he, who has always been kind and kind, turned his face livid to his child: "How dare you!..."

"Harry is your brother!!" Molly was trembling with anger, "How could you say such cruel and heartless words to your brother!!"

"...I'm sorry." Ron couldn't make any excuses for himself: "George's accident made me lose my mind, thinking that as long as Harry came in time, I could have avoided death... I was in a daze... I'm a bastard!!... ..."

"Do you know how glad I am that Harry wasn't in the trick shop that day?!" George grabbed his brother's collar with red eyes: "I'd rather he was really selfish and ruthless and turned a blind eye to danger than he would protect me to save me." Do you understand that I have been hurt in any way?!"

Fred even hit Ron's shoulder heavily with his fist: "What face do you give us to face Harry?!"

"……sorry……"

The deep remorse made Ron unable to say anything other than an apology, and what made him more painful was that he knew that no amount of apology would help.

"You didn't do anything wrong in the first place, why do you feel ashamed to see Harry?" Ginny obviously disapproved of the scene in front of her: "Even if Ron said something harsh, it's justifiable, if Harry even wants this Mind, it's too narrow-minded."

The astonished eyes all focused on the red-haired girl, and they couldn't believe what they heard.

"Ginny!" Patsy called out first, "How can you treat Harry like this?! If he really wanted to argue with Ron, why would he use his life to get George and Fred back?!"

"That's just by the way." Ginny was very dissatisfied that Percy was helping Harry, and there was a hint of contempt in her tone: "His original intention was only for Malfoy, and we are just a little extra sympathy from him! You guys There is no need to blame yourself so much, Weasley is no longer the most important existence in his heart!!"

Everyone's expressions were filled with astonishment.

Molly's face turned pale because of these words, and her voice was trembling uncontrollably: "...Ginny, when did you start...you became so selfish?..." Selfishness is so strange!

Bill suddenly lowered his face.He suddenly remembered what he saw outside the ward accidentally on the day of George's accident. At that time, he thought that Ginny was too sad to speak unscrupulously to Harry, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

"Ginny. Harry is not an appendage of our family, and he never owes us anything." He lowered his voice angrily, and his solemn expression made the faded scars on his face look a bit hideous: "Don't Take his kindness and tolerance as your capital and weapon to hurt him at will!"

Ginny paled in embarrassment.Just as he was about to defend himself a few more words, the sudden appearance of a figure in the living room diverted everyone's attention.Everyone surrounded him with a shout. Ron's eyes shone with anticipation, and he kept his kneeling posture and turned his head.

"How, did you find it?..."

"Where is he?……"

"I found it." Hermione looked tired, and her voice was a little depressed: "He's at... Shell Cottage."

Fu Rong was obviously taken aback, and then smiled relaxedly: "Fortunately, he still wants to get that house, and he finally has a fixed place to live this year, so he doesn't wander around."

Molly was not relieved by this sentence: "How is Harry? Is he okay?"

"...not good," the witch bit her lip, she couldn't hold back the sadness after holding back for a long time, she closed her eyes and let the tears fall, "he's not good at all..."

No one in the room could make a sound.