May the world be kind to you

"But in just over two months, why did he suddenly weaken like this!!" When he checked Harry's body carefully again but still got the same result, Snape panicked in a rare way: "Go on. It's just a little bit malnourished!!"

"It's impossible!!" Molly cried out completely unacceptably: "We take care of him so hard..."

Narcissa was much calmer: "What reason?"

"I can't find out the reason!!" The never-before-seen situation made Snape clenched his teeth angrily: "Every part of his body is intact, but he is inexplicably weak to the point of dying!! "

This sentence cut off everyone's breath almost instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore with a dignified expression slowly broke the suffocating silence: "I suspect...this is the price Harry has to pay."

Just as everyone was taken aback, Hermione's face was so pale that even her voice was trembling uncontrollably:

"Professor Dumbledore... You said before that Harry's most precious thing is not his life, why..."

"...Yeah, so everyone forgot about him," Dumbledore said with difficulty.Harry's most precious thing is love, and forgetting him is equivalent to making him lose all his relatives and friends, which is the heaviest and cruelest punishment for him.But now... "Now that you have all recovered your memories, that's equivalent to...Harry revived everyone without paying any price..."

He hoped that Harry would open his eyes immediately and tell everyone with a smile that this was just a prank jointly created by him and Snape, hoping that someone and something would appear immediately to prove how absurd his guess was... However, at this moment , he has been unable to find any more plausible explanation.

Dumbledore's implication caused every eye to fall on the unknown young man on the bed.

So, in the end, Harry still has to pay with his own life?They were happy for just over two months, but they still had to lose Harry in the end?Knowing this, they would rather not remember anything, so at least Harry can still live well.But if they really forget Harry forever, is it more than a deep regret for them? ! !

No one could speak a word, and Draco's fists clenched at his sides were so hard that his knuckles turned white.In the absolute silence, Gemini's voice suddenly sounded like thunder on the ground:

"If we choose to give up our lives, won't Harry have to pay anything?"

Molly bled all the blood away, but she bravely pressed her lips together without saying a word.

"Impossible." Dumbledore shattered everyone's illusions mercilessly: "Once witchcraft is used, you must pay the price, whether you live or die. Besides," he looked at the disappointment on the faces of the twins pointedly. : "Not even if possible - what would happen to Harry if he found out the truth?"

The twins were suddenly speechless.

"Could it just be helpless to look at Harry..." Lupine closed his eyes forcefully, "Is there nothing we can do?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

"...I know an ancient magic specifically for amnesia patients." He looked at everyone in the room one by one, his voice full of rare hesitation: "Ordinary patients who have been enchanted can be saved as long as they can recover their memory within a month." Dying life. It's just..." The faces full of hope in the room made him hate his uncertainty for the first time: "Harry's situation is very special, I'm not sure if this magic can work for him..."

In other words, even using this magic may not be able to save Harry.But even so, it is still nothing more than a ray of light in the darkness in the eyes of everyone.

"If he fails to recover his memory within a month," Snape was keenly aware of the hidden danger, and slowly narrowed his black eyes: "What will happen to him?"

Dumbledore was silent for longer this time: "... sleep forever, until the end of life."

Everyone's expressions changed.This is tantamount to gambling with Harry's life on a tiny hope!

But that was the worst.

They didn't really have a choice between watching Harry languishing and dying, or taking their chances.

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Everyone returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place as quickly as possible.

The black-haired young man was completely unfamiliar with this place, and he didn't react at all when he saw the flames and the invisibility cloak. He finally believed in the words "this is Sirius' home" when he finally saw the photos hanging in Sirius' room. As soon as he said the words, he relaxed and no longer had any worries to live in. He secretly decided that he must complain to the godfather after returning home, and he didn't tell himself that there was such a big house.

"Hermione, you said you have something to ask me for help, can you say it now? What is it?"

Because of this, he came to London with this group of familiar and strange people.The young man was extremely curious that he could still help them, but the witch refused to tell him what he wanted him to do.

"Everyone is very tired today," Hermione stared tenderly at her friend's green eyes, "Have a good night's rest first, can we talk about it tomorrow?"

The young man was not obsessed with knowing the answer immediately, he nodded obediently, said good night to everyone, and turned back to his room.

Everyone watched his back go up the stairs and disappear around the corner, then slowly removed the smile on his face and added a few silencing spells to the living room.

"I've read a lot of Muggle medical books, and they all mentioned that memory recovery would be very painful. So," Hermione looked back at each friend in the living room calmly: "We can't hold the idea of ​​'trying' Everything about Harry was put in front of him to add unnecessary damage."

Everyone immediately understood what she meant.

Based on the principle of "short-term pain is worse than long-term pain", they need to select the most painful past for him from Harry's many experiences, big and small, and reappear in front of him, hoping to help Harry with the least pain in the shortest time. He touched the scene and retrieved all the memories emotionally.It's not easy.Fortunately, everyone present has more or less participated in Harry's life. Years of acquaintances have given them enough to understand what is the deepest concern in his heart.

Everyone looked at Hermione firmly, and they believed that the witch had already had a preliminary plan when she said these words:

"So, what is our first choice?..."

Hermione gritted her teeth: "Ministry of Magic, Department of Mysteries."

"..."

It's not that no one is worried about whether Harry can bear such a strong stimulus from the beginning, but if one pain can restore his memory, why can't the stimulus be stronger?

So the next day, they invited Lucius and Andromeda, and with Kingsley's full support, they went to the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic to reproduce the original situation as much as possible.

When Fred who had cast the Confusion Charm fell into the curtain like Sirius, Harry, who was still normal at first, suddenly became dull, and then suddenly let out a scream and hugged his head tightly, curled up with no blood on his face. He fell to the ground in a ball and twitched continuously, and after a while, he couldn't bear it and completely fell into a coma.

Everyone's complexion is not looking good.

Even though they had made psychological preparations, Harry's reaction, which was more violent than they had imagined, still exceeded everyone's expectations.Everyone hurriedly sent him home. After checking that there was nothing serious, they breathed a sigh of relief. They took turns staying by the bedside and did not dare to leave, but the same expectation was conveyed in the meeting of eyes: such a painful reaction should be the memory. The performance of the recovery, I think they found the key event right once, and there is no need for him to suffer more crimes.

After a few hours, those green eyes finally opened slowly, and everyone gathered around excitedly.

"Harry, what do you think? . . . "

The black-haired young man felt exhausted as if he had experienced a war.He knew it was the sudden, severe headache that made him lose consciousness, but he couldn't remember what caused it.Every face around him was filled with the same expectation, but he was unable to explore why they had such expressions.

The head is still aching.At this moment, he just wanted to have a good night's sleep, and he didn't have the time to correct everyone's wrong names, and fell into a deep sleep after making a brief confession in his breathy voice——

"Don't tell my parents and godfather."

"..."

Everyone was too optimistic and didn't consider other possibilities at all, so this sentence completely caught everyone off guard!

Then, having no choice but to start the second, third, and subsequent "scenario reappearances."No one bothered to think about the difference between this kind of behavior and repeated "trying". In the face of life and death, keeping Harry alive was the most important thing, and nothing else was worth mentioning.

Unexpectedly, a month was coming to an end, not only did Harry not have the slightest sign of remembering anything, but the headache became more and more severe due to the excessively intensive continuous stimulation, and the time of each coma became longer and longer, which was even more visible to the naked eye. He became thinner day by day, and finally became too weak to use wandless magic.

"His body is almost reaching the limit he can bear!"

Being full of hope and falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley again and again made everyone feel more and more pressure. When Harry fell into a coma again, Snape's warning made everyone on the verge of collapse. Even the always optimistic Even Luna couldn't help crying.

"...Are we doomed to lose Harry?"

"No!" Fleur tried her best to smile, "Harry has always been brave and strong, he won't give up his life so easily!"

Everyone knew that this was no longer a question of whether Harry could persevere, but at this almost desperate moment, they could only hold on to this empty and empty words to comfort themselves.

However, he couldn't restrain the depression and frustration that gushed out.

In the suffocating depression, Neville slowly raised his head:

"There are still three days, there is still hope! Harry never gives up easily, and neither can we!!"

The simple words and sentences were like a blow to the head, and immediately lifted everyone's spirits.

"That's right, we can't be messed up now." Hermione's eyes regained firmness, and her expression returned to calm and orderly: "Harry has experienced too much, there must be some important points that have been missed. We need to start from scratch. Comb it again..."

"Enough! Stop this!!"

The deep voice slammed down the stairs like a thunderbolt, and every terrified look fell on the person who had been silent for nearly a month.

Draco closed Harry's door and walked down the stairs.The man who was even more fragile in a coma, so pale that he seemed to shatter if he touched it, made his face gloomy: "Stop the joint persecution of Harry!!"

This remark immediately aroused everyone's protest.

"What Malfoy are you talking about?!" Hermione stared at him in extreme astonishment: "Everyone is for..."

"To save Harry?" Draco interrupted her again mockingly, "Stop fooling yourself with such high-sounding reasons!! The purpose of saving him is just to satisfy your own selfishness!!"

The crowd protested again and again, but the condensed voice had already penetrated the noise.

"For atonement," his eyes slowly swept over Ron, and then over the twins: "In order to make amends," over Snape and Lupine: "In order not to leave any regrets," and then over every young face: "For the former friendship..."

The noisy living room gradually fell silent, and everyone who wanted to refute suddenly found himself speechless at all.

"...Even me, it's just to fulfill my love. However," Draco closed his eyes, "who really thought about him from his perspective? What exactly does he need? He Are you really willing to be 'saved' by us like this?"

"...Harry, he..." The rare hesitation called Hermione who knew how empty and powerless her argument was: "I should want to remember everything..."

"He doesn't want to!!" Draco growled uncontrollably, "Otherwise he wouldn't have forgotten so thoroughly, wouldn't have resisted the past so much!!" He took a deep breath and tried to calm down his tone, but how could he He also couldn't hide the sadness in his heart: "Harry has been forced to accept things imposed on him by others throughout his life. He was forced to lose his parents when he was a baby, and he was forced to shoulder the burden of saving the world when he grew up. Still being forced to suffer the torture we're doing to him in the name of 'for his own good' that he probably doesn't need!! However, no one has ever asked him if he wants these things, much less Is he really willing to bear all this!!"

Even Dumbledore was silent.He heard Draco's complaints and accusations, but he couldn't make the slightest excuse for himself.

"So what if he sleeps forever?" Draco's voice gradually became hoarse: "At least, in his world, there are relatives who love him and a happy and warm home, at least he can be happy in his dream and never be hurt again." Any harm... so..." At the end, she couldn't stop trembling: "Let him go, let him stay in his own world with peace of mind, even if..."

Even in Harry's world, he never existed.

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"William, why did you bring me here again?"

Coming to a strange and mysterious place again, the black-haired young man had rejection written all over his body.

As a result of his last visit to Hogwarts, he was unconscious for three full days.Although he didn't remember what happened after waking up, the fear hidden in his heart made him subconsciously resist this majestic castle, so his steps became slower and hesitant, and his hands unconsciously shrank back to try to break free Draco's palm.

Draco pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, held his thin wrist to prevent him from retreating, and strode towards the men's room on the seventh floor at a faster speed.

Under the persuasion of his mother, he finally compromised and agreed to make one last attempt, on condition that it must be done according to his request.Everyone immediately understood his intention and determination to protect Harry and prevent him from being hurt more—this was also expressing his protest and dissatisfaction with everyone's insistence on restoring Harry's memory.

The result is no longer important, and everyone no longer has extra energy to argue and blame.Everyone knew well that perhaps the only thing they should do now was to seize every minute and every second of the last two or three days to be with Harry.

"William?" The young man, who was so weak that he would break out in sweat even after walking a few more steps, couldn't break free from Draco's restraint, and his anxious voice echoed in the empty corridor: "William, let me go! !"

Draco turned a deaf ear.The professors had already made various arrangements, and even cast magic on the entire floor to ensure that no student would break in, so he was not worried about being heard and seen, so he dragged Harry into the bathroom room and then close the door.

The remodeled washroom has a new look.The new and bright environment slightly eased the panic of the black-haired young man, but his expression still revealed uneasiness.

"This can be regarded as the place where I confronted him for the first time." Draco said abruptly, and was satisfied to see that Harry had indeed diverted his attention, and the embarrassment in his eyes was completely replaced by deep curiosity, " It may not be special to him, but it means a lot to me."

"……he?"

"My love." Draco was so calm that he seemed to be telling someone else's story, his gray pupils faded to almost transparent: "We were still enemies at that time."

……enemy?

The inexplicably familiar title caused the black-haired youth's eyes to be puzzled and dull for a moment.Draco didn't notice this slight change, and the corner of his mouth drew a shallow arc nostalgic.

"We have been incompatible since we entered the school. Whether it is the college we are in or our respective personalities and habits, we are in two extremes that are completely opposite. I once thought that the confrontation between us will last forever..."

"...you never see me seriously...you hate and dislike me, hate and hate me...for a while I desperately thought that there was no possibility between us..."

A sentence without beginning and end suddenly sounded in my mind.The black-haired young man didn't understand what he meant, but the sadness and grievance in the speaker's tone were so clear that he could not doubt it.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.who is it?

Draco was still oblivious to this, sinking into the memory, he couldn't help but soften every look:

"...He is sincere and enthusiastic, benevolent, kind, brave and strong, and has almost all the best qualities, but I am just the opposite. I grew up listening to his stories, and it is natural and logical to fall in love with him, but I have always loved him. Curious why he fell in love with me..."

"Harry Potter, do you have a fucking heart?!!..."

"...It's a pity that you didn't kill me, so you can't wait to do it to me?"

"How many dead Weasleys would you be satisfied with?!!..."

"...The famous savior is just a selfish and ruthless villain!"

"Put away your useless and ridiculous sympathy!!..."

"...Why would the chief culprit who ruined my family be replaced by delusions??"

"Weasley can't afford to be friends with the Savior!..."

"...This girl still died because of you..."

Another bunch of chaotic and noisy words flooded into my mind.

No, he wasn't as good as Draco boasted.His arrogance has hurt many people...

The young man wanted to refute loudly, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and he could not make a sound with his lips moving.

The brain was gradually confused, sometimes vaguely wanting to tell Draco that he was completely wrong, and sometimes clearly knowing that what Draco described was nothing but his lover and had nothing to do with him.

The golden sunlight outside the window shone into the brand-new bathroom, and a large area of ​​dazzling glare was reflected by the clean mirror, which hurt the young man's eyes.He subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the originally bright environment had been covered with darkness, and the figure in front of him was so blurred that he couldn't see their faces clearly. He could only hear a lonely voice full of despair flickering in the narrow space. Echoes from far and near.

"...He swore that he would stay with me forever, but in the end he left me alone... It's not that I didn't want to be with him in the past, but I can't leave my parents so selfishly..."

"...I will hand Xiaolong to you...swear to me that you will take good care of him and never leave him..."

"...Let's make peace..."

"...When you enter the manor, you are mine...I will never let you go in this life..."

"...How could Malfoy's future master's engagement be so casual..."

"...All I can rely on is my unwavering heart and the promise to hold hands with you in the future..."

As more words emerged in the young man's mind, countless pictures flew past his eyes either clearly or vaguely.A woman covered in blood, leaning heavily on a luxurious cane on the ground, holding both hands of the Golden Snitch at the same time, with an extremely aggrieved and depressed expression...

Wave after wave of dizziness hit the black-haired young man, his black eyes made him feel that everything around him became dirty and old.The figure in front of him seemed to be crying, but the fuzzy face with tears reflected on the mirror was so vivid that it seemed to have been deeply engraved in his mind.

Consciousness is slowly drifting away.

The deep voice came intermittently from afar, making the young man inexplicably saying something that he wanted to use the spell used by his lover here to imprint him forever, as if someone had gently put a stick in his palm. The creature raised his hand again, and whispered a familiar spell into his ear.

"... Shen Feng... no... shadow?"

The young man murmured and repeated unconsciously, but the holly wood shone in an instant.Although the power of the inadvertently chanted spell was greatly weakened, Draco was still knocked to the ground, and a thin wound was cut on his chest, which slowly stained his snow-white shirt with a bright red.

"I will never make you sad again."

"You still have me."

"Don't leave Draco alone."

"Draco is my bottom line, I don't allow anyone to hurt him."

……

When all the words I had said flooded into my mind like a tide, the motionless figure in the pool of blood engraved deep in my memory completely coincided with the person in front of me.

What did he do?

He used that black magic on his lover again? !

He killed his beloved with his own hands? ! !

The jewel-like green pupils became frantic in an instant.He turned his wand on himself as quickly as lightning, and he couldn't see Draco getting up from the ground in panic, and he couldn't hear Draco's voice hoarse with fear, and shouted with all his strength——

"Shen Feng has no shadow!!"

The black-haired youth fell to the ground.

Blood spurting from all over him stained the shiny floor red.

It also stained the eyes of the blond youth.

Epilogue

The wind in late autumn has brought a bit of chill, but the sun is still shining brightly.

The dazzling golden thread shines on every corner of the earth, and penetrates through the glass into the clean and spacious quiet room, plating a layer of light gold on the various gifts piled up in the corner of the room.

Harry woke up to find himself lying in an unfamiliar room.This was clearly not his home, but the white walls and ceiling looked like St. Mungo's ward.

The mind that just woke up was still a little dizzy and swollen. He couldn't remember what happened for a while. He tried to sit up from the bed, but his hands and feet seemed to be bound by several petrification spells, so heavy that he couldn't even root. I can't even lift my fingers.

There was a slight sound beside him, followed by a chill on the bridge of his nose, and his vision suddenly became clear.

Just as he turned his head slightly, those gray pupils crashed into his eyes unexpectedly.

The green gem is like a lake before dawn in the deep winter, gradually accumulating gentle mist, tightly wrapping the hope in the gray eyes, and containing the timidity that almost overflows the eye sockets, fearing that hope will be shattered.

Harry slowly broke into a smile, like the bright and warm sun in winter, so dazzling that it overshadowed the golden light in the room:

"Draco..."

The next second, Draco hugged Harry tightly and leaned over his shoulder.

Weeping uncontrollably.

Extras

Dear Sirius:

I recently discovered that it was a mistake to follow the Dark Lord wholeheartedly.He is not promoting pure blood, but wants to use brutal means to rule other people, which can be seen from his attempt to kill Kreacher.

I have to reflect, maybe your choice is the right one.

Enclosed is a little-known ancient witchcraft.I once rescued an African wizard chief by chance. When he was parting, he gave this witchcraft as a gift, which he said could bring people back to life.For the safety of this letter and witchcraft, I cast a magic spell on my room with my own blood that will never be broken, and set the condition for entering the magic spell to be a brave, strong, kind and sincere person.I think you are the only one in the Black family who can possess these qualities at the same time.

Dear Sirius, I don't expect you to sacrifice yourself to save the family you have always hated and hated. I also understand that I have no position to persuade or even make demands on you.I only hope that if this witchcraft can really be used by you one day, you can save a few Blacks for the sake of my hope for you.

I certainly won't blame you if you don't want to.But I always firmly believe that under the appearance of hating the Black family, you still retain a bit of kindness to your relatives deep in your heart.

Just as I believe, the person who can make you give up everything to save must be as kind and brave as you.

Goodbye, Sirius.

love you, regulus

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"What are you thinking about?"

A thin blanket was gently draped over the black-haired young man by the window.

"I was thinking how lucky I am." Harry put down the letter in his hand without looking back, and leaned back into the man's arms very naturally, "not only have you by my side, but also have so many relatives with friends."

"Since you know that there are so many relatives and friends who care about you," Draco took him into his arms, and took the end of the sentence slowly: "Be good and don't let everyone worry about you."

After bathing in the warm sun for a long time, it has begun to make people feel hot.

Harry looked at the extra thin blanket on his shoulders, and turned his head helplessly to face the handsome face close at hand: "I'm not as delicate as you and Sissy's mother thought. I'm really fully recovered gone."

Draco snorted inwardly, not bothering to remind him of the fact that he had been lying on the hospital bed for more than a month before he could walk—for this reason, everyone even spent Christmas in St. Mungo's.

"Molly Arthur and Remus are here," he changed the subject calmly, "We need to discuss the wedding."

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Harry really diverted his attention, pulled him towards the door in strides, and at the same time did not forget to seize the opportunity to lobby hard again: "You have a lot of adults before you get married, forgive Ron and Jin Nice, okay?"

"not good!"

"Isn't it okay for Hermione and Gemini's sake?"

"no!!"

"I beg you……"

"Humph!!!"

"elder brother--"

"... Promise me a few conditions, maybe I will consider it."

"I will agree to any number of conditions!!"

"First, don't find any more reasons or excuses for refusing to apply the medicine."

"It's not a girl. It doesn't matter if you have some scars on your body... Okay, okay, I agree."

"Second, no more stealthy riding on fire chasing the Snitch."

"Then you will accompany me?"

"……third,……"

The sound gradually faded away, leaving only a room of peace in the room.

A few gusts of wind blew past the open windows.

The parchment scattered on the table was blown up and fluttered back down.Under the sunlight, a line of extremely tiny golden words suddenly appeared at the bottom of the paper——

If the resurrected person can give enough sincere love, the price will be cracked and eliminated.