[HP] Shh, it's a secret

The conversation between the father and the "brat" who wanted to take his precious son away lasted all night. Regarding the content of the conversation, the two parties tacitly kept silent at the same time.And when the next morning, as a precious son, Draco finally escaped from his mother's bedroom, rushed back to his room excitedly, and pushed open the door, all he saw was a squinting expression, which was definitely not called A wonderful father.

"Dad, Dad." Draco stammered, his hand still on the doorknob.

"It's here, it's early." Lucius stood by the window, he only glanced at Draco before looking away, as if the scenery outside was more worthy of his nostalgia.

"Dad..." Draco yelled again helplessly, took two steps into the room and closed the door behind him.He tried to have a candid father-son conversation like he had with his mother before, but it seemed to be over before it even started.

"He's gone," Lucius told him. "Severus. Snape, he's gone."

Draco was dazed for a moment, and when he realized he had already rushed to the window, only in time to see the disappearing back of Snape and the two white people behind him who were startled by the apparition blast and flew around. Peacock.

Holding on to the window sill, his hands tightened suddenly, as if his heart had been punched hard, and the corner of Draco's mouth moved but he couldn't make any sound.How did that happen?he asked himself.He left without saying anything.Why……

"Don't be sad son, people have to go through a few not-so-good relationships to grow up." Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder and comforted him, his expression twisted when he said the word "love" one time.When he found that his son hadn't responded, Lucius opened his mouth again: "Just so you can see clearly, that guy Severus is not worth you..."

"Dad!" Draco cut him off sharply.

Lucius touched his nose, but said nothing.

Draco took a deep breath, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Lucius turned around and wanted to catch him, but he took a step too late and caught nothing.

"Go find him," Draco went straight to the door and opened it, he saw Narcissa appear in the door again, so he said, "I have to find him, don't stop me, please" He looked back He glanced at Lucius, then at Narcissa.

Narcissa didn't speak but turned sideways to get out of the way, watched her adult son disappear around the corner before muttering: "Draco looks very - sad, did you speak ill of Severus?" Honey?"

"No!" Lucius said, putting his arm around his wife's shoulders, "I mean of course not."

"It's too fast to refute." Narcissa turned around and laughed.

Lucius' cheeks twitched: "It can't be so easy for him...that's too cheap...well," he sighed in compromise, "Dear Sissy, our son is really going to be killed. Take it, that bastard Severus. I know you're actually worried too."

Narcissa patted his hand reassuringly: "Draco has grown up, he knows what he is doing. I am just worried about the future, without a child, what will they do... and this manor..."

Lucius' eyes flickered, and his hands wrapped around Narcissa's waist.

"Maybe, let's try harder, knowing my dear, Draco has always wanted a sister."

Narcissa: "..."

On the other hand, a few minutes ago, Draco had Apparated in front of Snape's house deep in Spider's End.This was the third time he knocked on the door, but like the previous two times, no one answered.

"Severus if you're in there..." Draco begged in a low voice against the closed door, no one would hear him, he was just comforting himself.No one knew better than him, if Severus.If Snape wanted to hide, no one would be able to find him.

The sun has fully risen, and the whole alley is still as silent as death.

The biting cold wind blew from the dirty creek opposite, with a foul smell, and it hurt Draco's face.

There must be a reason, Draco thought.

His protector...he loves me.

But what is the reason...

He didn't have time to think any more, the magic coin in his pocket burned like fire.Draco took one last look at Snape's house and Apparated.

When Draco rushed back to Malfoy Manor, everyone was crowded in the living room, and the atmosphere was dignified.On the right, the door of the guest room is ajar, and some voices can be heard vaguely, someone sobbing.Lucius raised his chin to beckon him in, and Draco pushed the door open, Harry.Potter was lying on a bed in the guest room, wrapped in gauze, dying.Beside the bed, Granger was choking up, tears streaming from her eye sockets; Weasley stood there with his mouth half open, unable to utter a complete sentence.

"How about Bobby?" McGonagall asked in a low voice.

Madam Pomfrey withdrew the wand that was pointing at Harry: "It's neither good nor bad. The wound on the back is a bit difficult to deal with. If the poison can be removed in time, there will be no problem."

"Harry, is Harry okay?" Ron asked suddenly.

Pomfrey gave him a weird look: "You hope he's okay? Let me go and dispense the medicine."

"Thank you Bobby," McGonagall heaved a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the person who was still awake, "What's going on? Miss Granger, tell me!"

"It's Umbridge's cat," Granger whimpered. "We found out the moment we went in, that cat...that cat scratched Harry, and there was poison on the cat's paws."

"Umbridge is strong," Ron added, licking his lips. "The three of us combined are no match for her. Harry was hit."

"He's protecting me, Professor," said Hermione quickly.

"You don't need to blame Miss Granger." McGonagall comforted her.

Draco took a step forward: "What about the Horcrux, have you found it?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Ron stared at him fiercely: "Harry is still in a coma with Malfoy!"

Draco frowned: "Your task is to get the Horcrux back."

"You!" Ron wanted to rush over but was held back by Hermione.

"He's right about Ron," said Hermione, "we haven't found anything, it's not on Umbridge's neck, and it's not in her office. There might be, Harry can't feel them anymore. It's a good thing..." Hermione trailed off.

Draco didn't say anything, turned around and backed out.Meg left the room after him.

Everyone in the living room stood up.

"How is it?" asked Tonks, whose hair was orange today.

"He's all right," said McGonagall. "Unfortunately we lost news of the Horcruxes, again."

The atmosphere became more and more heavy.

After a brief silence, under Mag's arrangement, the people in the living room left one after another.There are too many things waiting for them, such as Horcruxes, such as Voldemort, such as the Ministry of Magic.

Draco was asked to stay at the manor, along with his parents.As the "betrayer" of the Dark Lord, people have reason to believe that the Malfoys will become the focus of the Dark Lord's revenge.

The anti-apparition spell was reactivated and strengthened, the Floo network of the estate was closed, and even the newspaper owl could not find the estate because of the Fidelity Charm.The bad news came one after another—the increase in disappearances, the restlessness of the dementors, the constant disruption and obstruction by the Ministry of Magic and Aurors, and the incomprehension of the people...

In the following week, the Order of the Phoenix held three regular meetings, but Snape didn't attend one of them.Even, no one talked about him, as if this person didn't exist at all.

Draco became more and more agitated, and he locked himself in the room.

He hadn't figured out why Snape left him so quietly, he didn't dare to think about it.

He could feel that the people coming and going in this house were avoiding him, avoiding his eyes, avoiding the words he might ask.

Even his parents are the same.

He is shaking.

Fear flooded him like a tide, causing him to fall into darkness.

When he woke up, he seemed to be in a mist, and as he walked, the mist was consciously pushed aside, and the outline of a house appeared in the center, strange but familiar.

Twinkles of light entered his eyes through the windows of the house.Draco suddenly became anxious, he came to the window in two or three steps, raised his sleeve and wiped the glass vigorously to look in.The sudden explosion of red light stung his eyes, and then he saw it.

Draco woke up suddenly from his dream, jumped up from the bed without thinking about anything, pushed the door and left.

"Draco—" his mother stopped him at the gate.

Draco paused for a moment before taking another step.

"Stop, Draco!" It was his father.

"I'll be back," Draco said, without looking back, "but for now, let me go." Never had he been so determined—because never had he been so clear as now He knew that if he didn't go to him, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

forever.

Back in time to eight days ago, Hogwarts headmaster's office——

The former Headmaster of Hogwarts stood in the frame, looking tired.

"It will be very dangerous for you to do this. It will attract many people, endlessly, and one after another. You must know that there is a greedy beast hidden in everyone's heart. I hope you will think about Severus again."

"There is no other better way." Snape sat on the chair, looking out of the sunny window, "The Dark Lord is not dead, he can attach himself to any creature and hide in any creature we can't imagine The longer the delay, the more dangerous it is, and nothing irritates him more than the news of losing the Elder Wand again. The Dark Lord will not let anyone else get ahead of him, he will come."

Dumbledore opened his mouth and couldn't say anything in rebuttal, so he said, "Protect yourself, Severus."

Snape pursed his lips, lowered his head, and the Muggle contact lens case engraved with J&R was lying quietly in his palm