[HP] Shh, it's a secret

"Draco?" Snape was surprised. It was dawn soon, and his godson was not in his bed but appeared in his office, and it seemed that he was having a good time talking with the old man in the portrait.But when he saw Draco's face clearly, he suddenly felt that he seemed to understand something, and he turned to look at Dumbledore, "What happened? Or is it Dumbledore you want him to do again? "

"Don't be so nervous, Severus," Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them slowly, "it's Draco, he brought news from Harry, and wanted to come here to confirm."

"Potter?" Snape frowned, looking at Draco, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's fine," Draco replied stiffly, even though he'd been secretly pleased for some unknown reason just a second earlier.

Obviously not satisfied, Snape turned his gaze to Dumbledore again.At this time, Dumbledore's glasses had returned to the bridge of his nose, and he took out a book from the shelf behind him, flipping through it while explaining: "Draco said that he and Harry's communication coin had a reaction, worried about it? Something happened to them, so I sent Phineas to check it out, and it turned out to be all right. Is that so, Draco?"

"Probably, I don't know." Draco turned his face aside, "Coins can only transmit information in one direction. I warned Potter that he can only actively use the one in his hand when he is really in danger. .This one in my hand got hot a few minutes ago, and I thought... Anyway, it seems that nothing happened, I was tricked, it's as simple as that."

Snape frowned even tighter, at this moment Dumbledore suddenly closed the book.

"Miss Granger... Old Phineas, did you say that all three of them were there when you went?"

"Oh—probably, I was blindfolded." Phineas faltered.

"If Miss Granger is here, old man, have you missed something?" Dumbledore said, seeing that Phineas didn't answer, he could only say to Snape, "Severus, you Come and ask, the portraits of the castle must obey the principal's order."

Snape nodded, ordered briefly and randomly: "Please tell me what you know."

"Basically everything that needs to be said has been said," Phineas said with obvious reluctance, "but they seem to have a quarrel. When I just passed by, I heard a boy complaining about Malfoy Manor, sneaking into something of."

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the two people in the office changed.

"Sneak in? Where?" Draco couldn't help but took two steps towards Phineas' portrait, "Malfoy Manor?"

"It seems to say so." Phineas whispered.

Draco stopped, a sneer on his face.

"No one can lead the way, let alone sneak into them. They can't even touch the gate of the manor. Potter is crazy."

"Reckless, impulsive, self-righteous, just like his father." It was Snape.

Dumbledore was always the calmest one, but this time he didn't look as calm as usual, and he started pacing back and forth within the small area of ​​the painting frame.He thought he might know what they were going to Malfoy Manor for, especially since there was a more reliable Hermione among them.Granger.Then he stopped—

"Not really," he said, looking at Draco, "at least they know to ask for help."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked subconsciously.

"Dumbledore!" Snape said almost immediately, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.Dumbledore ignored it, his eyes still on Draco's face.

Draco's face changed slightly, and he understood.

"You mean they're looking for me to take them to 'my' estate?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, it was a tacit consent.

"So..." Draco opened his mouth with difficulty, "You told me earlier that they sometimes talk about me not being a trap but real? That coin, Potter really knows..."

Dumbledore was silent again.

With Dumbledore's silence, Draco's heart sank little by little, but his mind became more and more clear.Everything around him was moving away from him, Dumbledore, Snape, light, heat... A chill came up from the soles of his feet, as if he was in an ice cellar.

"The Dark Lord is in Potter's head," he said, barely audible.

"What?" Dumbledore asked him.

Draco looked up. "The Dark Lord is in Potter's mind." He repeated each word.

"Draco..." Dumbledore sighed, "You can try to trust Harry, he started learning brain defense as early as the fifth grade."

"But does brain defense really work Dumbledore?" Draco clenched his fists tightly, "The Dark Lord is in Potter's mind, tell me, does brain defense still work?"

"It works, I'm sure." Dumbledore nodded firmly.

"Wait a moment, Dumbledore," said Snape, who had been silent for a long time. "Can I understand that Draco secretly helped Potter and Potter knew from the beginning to the end?"

"Yes."

"So you also know?"

"Yes, I know."

"You know! You know how dare you keep asking Draco to help him! Hasn't he gotten himself into enough trouble?" Snape growled at Dumbledore, a genuine look on his thin face. Angry, "Do you really think that everyone who helps your baby boy is justified and has to risk life and death? I said no, no!" He pulled Draco past him, "Let's go Draco ,let's go."

"You swore to serve me, Severus."

Snape stopped: "I won't go back on my word, but that doesn't include Draco Malfoy."

"Draco," said Dumbledore softly, his blue eyes looking piercingly at the man he was calling.

Draco was still looking down at the floor with his head down, his arm still being pulled by Snape.He felt his heart beating violently in his chest, he was alive, and he feared death.The truth was clear, no matter how he evaded it, and with or without Harry.Potter, as long as the Dark Lord is alive, he will not escape death after all.

He didn't want to die, so Voldemort had to die, before he found the Elder Wand.

Time, he thought, time to actually make a decision.

Draco lifted his head slowly and bit by bit he wrenched his arm out of Snape's grasp.

"I'll help him," Draco said firmly.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Draco?" Snape subconsciously raised his voice, "You're going to die."

"I don't have to die if I don't help him, sir?" Draco asked softly.

Snape didn't answer right away, he looked Draco straight in the eyes, and said, "I'll protect you, I'm your godfather, Iswear."

Draco looked back into those dark eyes, something slowly melting in his heart.For a moment, he wanted to say "yes" and "I believe", but he swallowed the words back.

"I'm an adult godfather," Draco said, "what I want is to fight alongside you, not shivering behind a big robe." After finishing speaking, he didn't give Snape a chance to refute He went straight to Dumbledore's portrait, "I will continue to help Potter, but please don't forget why I did this. I hope you will fulfill your promise after the matter is over."

"I promise Draco, I promise," said Dumbledore.

Draco nodded in agreement, and Snape stopped him when he turned to leave.

"What do you want to do, Draco?" he asked him.

"It's still dark so go to bed, sir." Draco smiled, "Want to come together?"

Snape was at a loss for words, he suddenly felt that his previous worries were ridiculous and unnecessary, he was an adult.

"You have a wonderful godson, Severus," said Dumbledore after Draco left.

"I know." Snape replied.