[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco's seat now belongs to Severus.In Snape's headmaster's office, facing the current headmaster of Hogwarts.He said he had come to see Albus.Dumbledore's, but at the moment Dumbledore's portrait is empty, there's nothing on it but a chair.So was he really coming to see Dumbledore, as he claimed?

No, he didn't know, couldn't be sure.Who the hell was he coming to see—Dumbledore?Snape?Or both?No, he really doesn't know.

He had to admit that when he finally realized Gryffindor's courage from Mr. Longbottom, he thought of Dumbledore first.Although he had joined them, he knew he had been avoiding—not being active, trying to be as inactive as possible.Except for what Snape got out of his mind in that accident, the details about Potter, the Dark Lord, and the war were still firmly in his hands.He felt it was time to be more frank with himself, since they, the Gryffindors, had given him hope and could not deny that they had had a success.

However, on the way here, the stupid and ridiculous tombstone always appeared in his mind.Brave and unyielding... Draco couldn't imagine the amount of courage it would take to be caught between two unfathomable wizards and yet manage to win the trust of each of them to the point of death.

When the stone wall opened, footsteps could be heard clearly in his ears, and the moment he saw Snape, what Draco actually wanted to do the most was to point to his nose and ask - how did you do that?because of love?To protect the son of the woman you love, Lily.Potter's son?

How ironic, he fooled the whole world.

Loathing and anger swept through his body.

But in the end, it was the cloak that blurted out in the middle of the confusion, how clumsy and lame it was... hell, damn it.

then what?

By the way, he clamored that he was here to see Dumbledore, so he was carried into this office by the collar of the older Slytherin.At that moment, that deep voice seemed to be still in my ears——

"If the task you have set for you today is to yell throughout Hogwarts that the Dark Lord's right and left hands are desperately looking for the Dark Lord's former enemy, then congratulations, you have succeeded."

Draco half-closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc.

"It looks like you're in a good mood today, kid." Half a second ago, Dumbledore suddenly appeared on the soft armchair in the portrait, "I heard you want to see me?"

"Your news is as good as ever, even in death." Snape snorted softly.

"Okay, well, I have to say that I have always had a good relationship with the portraits in the castle," said Dumbledore, "But Severus, you are becoming more and more bitter, which is not a good sign."

Snape snorted even harder, but Dumbledore was unmoved, and he turned his attention to Draco.

"So Draco, you're looking for me for...?"

Draco was silent for a while, squinting his eyes slightly, as if making an important decision.Dumbledore waited quietly with Snape, neither of them urging him.After about 3 minutes, Draco's body moved and he adjusted his sitting position.

"Potter was looking for those things, you made him look for them, didn't you?"

"Wait a minute, please," Dumbledore raised his hand and turned to Snape, "Severus, I think Draco and I will be alone..."

"No, no need," Draco said softly, interrupting Dumbledore.As if to increase his persuasiveness, he put both arms on the desk, clenched his hands into fists, and pressed his arms against the desk.

"Why do you want to prevent him from knowing, sir? I think Headmaster Snape should know, and he has a right to know. Does it mean that he has not fully gained your confidence?"

"The reason I told you is that he is not suitable," said Dumbledore.

"I don't think so," Draco stood up, "who else is more suitable than him? There is no more powerful brain defense expert than Principal Snape. And many people already know it, Bo Tet, Granger, Weasley and me, what does it matter if there is one more Snape? I dare say that with Headmaster Snape on board, finding them will go much smoother."

Dumbledore fell silent.

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco could see Snape, the man didn't seem to care about their conversation, but Draco was sure that it was all a faux pas, otherwise he would have walked away.It would be best to stay and keep a curious heart.When you also know the real secret of the Dark Lord, Draco thought viciously, then I really won't be alone.

"No, not the same. Severus and you, you are different." Dumbledore said, "He has a lot more chances to face You-Know-Who alone than you. And..."

"'And', Dumbledore?" Snape finally broke his silence. "I followed your orders and never let him see what was really on his mind."

"Yes, you're doing well Severus, but..."

"Are you afraid, sir?" Draco smiled and sat back in the chair, leaning back, with his left leg resting on his right, "Are you afraid that if Headmaster Snape knows that, he might stop helping you?" Yes. You concealed him, concealed too much—such as the true role of the way you expected your own life to end, such as—the Elder Wand, the death stick."

People who become portraits will never change their complexion, but Draco saw the old man's unrest in Dumbledore's sudden change of expression.There was a thrill of revenge in his heart.Look at Snape again, the suspicion on that same dead man's face... it's time for you to see Dumbledore for who he really is, Draco thought, so that you can see how stupid your death is along with you the behavior of.

But is that really what he really thinks?Draco questioned himself.Today, he left his companions and rushed to this damn office just to expose Dumbledore and sow discord between Dumbledore and Snape?

No, it's not.He was telling Dumbledore about the minutiae so that...

But why did things become like this?His heart was distorted, his thoughts and actions were separated, he was not him anymore, and was controlled by something.It seemed that in his sight, time and space were also distorted, as if he had returned to three years ago, his other 17-year-old.

You'll never imagine the shock of 17-year-old Draco, frantically searching for his parents and his godfather among the dead, to hear the savior's remark that "Snape was always Dumbledore's man" , and the endless hatred afterwards.You can't even imagine the scene when this young Slytherin who just faced the cruelty of the war made up his mind to hate someone, but unexpectedly saw the person he wanted to hate lying in a pool of blood forever Inner despair.

He was dead, the person he had been grateful to from the bottom of his heart just a few minutes ago, dead.

He's dead, he's too late to take revenge or even point his nose at him and tell him he hates him.

He died, a humiliating and foolish death.Because he died only because the Dark Lord killed the wrong man.Originally, he should have died more meaningfully, at least not by mistake.

"Snape did not defeat Dumbledore, Dumbledore's death was planned by them together - Dumbledore died undefeated and became the last owner of the wand, the power of the wand should die with him..."

But who knows these except Dumbledore who planned them?All they saw was that Snape killed Dumbledore.So, for the Elder Wand, it must be Snape who died.

Only Dumbledore knows.Severus.Snape had done so much for him, for his golden boy, and in the end... Draco couldn't help himself, and the image of Snape's death resurfaced in his mind.That's ridiculous!How fucking ridiculous!He wanted to laugh out loud, but something was blocking his throat.Then he heard Dumbledore's voice.

"Well, gentlemen, let's be honest with each other," said Dumbledore.

Draco looked up, and Snape did the same.

"Horcruxes, the mysterious man made seven Horcruxes for the purpose of flying away from death," said Dumbledore, ignoring Snape's shock and trying to keep his words brief and clear, "We have destroyed Four of them, and three left, don't know where or what. Well Draco, now it's your turn."

"Potter and his friends were supposed to make a fuss about the Ministry of Magic letting go of two Muggle-borns and taking something before the end of the summer, but that didn't happen," said Draco, his voice surprisingly Calm," and then Gringotts, they set a dragon free and stole something from Bellatrix. When I got back to the Manor at Christmas, the Dark Lord was in a rage and he took Bellatrix tortured to death."

"Then one is in Bellatrix's hands, her vault at Gringotts," Dumbledore concluded, and then turned his gaze on Draco.

"Nope," Draco jumped up violently, "that's all. Or do you want me to talk about something else, your death or the Elder Wand?" The twisted part of his heart gnawed at him again. Reason, he hated him - them, Albus.Dumbledore and Severus.Snape, he hated them all.Or, he hated himself too.

"The true owner of the Elder Wand is Draco.Malfoy!He removed the wand from his hand against Dumbledore's wishes...'

Hehe, the real master... how ridiculous!Last time, he didn't even touch the damn wand until he died.Going against Dumbledore's wishes... Does anyone stipulate that he must obey Dumbledore's wishes?What did he do wrong?no, no!If he didn't, it would be him and the Malfoys all dead.

"The Elder Wand? What Elder Wand Dumbledore?" It was Snape's voice.

Draco finally laughed.

At this moment, a portrait of Phineas rushed in from the pile of blank portraits on the wall.Nigellus.black.

"Headmaster, they're camping in the Forest of Dean. I heard that Granger when he opened the bag, and Potter also talked about You-Know-Who. He said he was looking for some wand."

boom--

Draco knocked over the silver picture frame on the desk case.