HP leap time

"Harry!" Hermione yelled in horror, reaching out to touch his trembling shoulders, she didn't expect him to be so disrespectful to the Headmaster. "You're crazy."

"Yeah! I'm going crazy!" Harry yelled at her, shaking her hand violently. "So can you guys go away?! Let me be crazy!"

Hermione staggered and shook her head, tears filled her eyes, and she ran out crying.

There was a sound of footsteps hitting the ground in the air.

beep, beep, beep...

The voice faded away and disappeared at the door.

"You are so unreasonable, Harry Potter! We were worried about you and barely slept all night!" Ron took a few deep breaths, his golden eyelashes fluttering on his eyelids, and he glared at Harry and then at Dumbledore Lido, turned around and tried to catch up to Hermione.

Another burst of footsteps disappeared.

Harry hung his head dejectedly.

"Do you want to drive away everyone around you, Harry." The gentle, steady voice seemed to have a soothing magic.

Infuriatingly, Dumbledore always seemed so easy-going and calm, giving people the urge to be close.

Draco's feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, he looked up at the black-haired boy kneeling on the bed with his head bowed, deeply felt that the distance between himself and him was unreachable, and he was like a transparent person in his heart dispensable.

Why save him?He didn't ask, and he didn't want to.He dreaded hearing desperate answers.The sage Potter always has too much overflowing kindness, covering everyone like Purdue sentient beings, perhaps including his deadly enemy, Draco Malfoy, whom he never cared about.

He was afraid that he could only look at Harry Potter's back forever, standing in his shadow elongated by the sun, crowded together with many people looking up to him.

Then the sun fades and the shadows fade...

Finally, become a passerby.

He doesn't even know what he exists for, the halo of emptiness, the false fame and status, and Malfoy who protects him and shapes him.

But without these, he would lose all his pride, and he would become nothing.

There was a dim light in Draco's light-colored eyes, and the morning light outside the window cast a soft sheen on his face.

He hid behind Dumbledore and silently looked at the boy covered in halos. He was weak and fragile at the moment, and his thin shoulders were shaking violently.

drop…

drop…

Draco heard the sound of tears falling, and his heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a hand after gaining that moment of recognition.

His gray eyes widened in helpless amazement, and then he saw transparent water droplets slipping from the black-haired boy's chin and falling into the bedding, turning into a pool of dark water stains, drop after drop, the water stains gradually get bigger.

Tears of the savior?

Will the savior shed tears for himself?

Harry trembled and cried silently, tears streaming down from his open eye sockets, as if he wanted to shed all the tears he missed in the last life.

He wanted to protect everyone, but he couldn't even protect himself now.

Everything was very quiet, not like a bright morning, the white gauze curtain floated gently on the bed, bringing deep or light shadows.

"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

Harry raised his tear-stained face in surprise, his green pupils were moist.

who am I?

"You're not the Harry Potter I know."

"You have deep bonds and weaknesses, and you are afraid of the future, afraid of what will happen in the future."

Dumbledore looked at him through narrowed eyes, bright, deep eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Tell me, Harry, whatever happens to you, I can help you."

Harry stared blankly at him, the person who brought him warmth, attention, hope, and trust.But he was also the one who lied to him, used him, and calculated his life.

But it made him want to rely on him again.

He really wanted to tell him everything, everything since he fell on his back from the tower, so much, so much death, so much war, and so much despair.

The war was lost in Harry's mind, even though Voldemort might be dead for good.

But he has lost too much, which has exceeded everything he can accept, beyond his unhesitating confidence, beyond his hoarding courage, beyond his only trust in life.

So it failed, a total failure.

Even though he was reborn, he was still deeply burdened with those lingering shadows in his heart. He didn't dare to make up his mind to change everything, because he was afraid that everything was just a dream, a dream woven by his memories. It was a dream that he had become, and the dream made him do it all over again, as if he could get out of the war.

So he began to become fragile, any blow would be enough to make him collapse, he became afraid to make a decision easily, fearing that he would lose everything in the end, so cowardice took the opportunity to grow wantonly.

Is he quitting?There seems to be a voice in my heart saying, look, you can't bear everything like this.Tell someone!You don't have to bear it alone, why put so much pressure on yourself?Just like before, and now that you have history, your chances are much greater.

No... no.

What is the difference between this and the previous life?He will always just be able to hide behind others and watch misfortune befall them.

Harry's mind calmed down for a moment.

He can no longer bet his life on anyone.

Telling others is changing history in itself, and he doesn't want to do it all over again.

I don't want to curl up in a dirty corner anymore.

He wanted to stand out, even if it was broken.

"Harry Potter." It seemed like a long time before Harry raised his sleeve and wiped away the tears on his face. "Just Harry Potter."

Dumbledore stopped there and looked at him for a long time, his eyes narrowed again and again, but Harry just looked at him seriously. After an unknown period of time, Harry seemed to feel that he had seen through everything.

In the end, he parted his mouth in compromise to reveal a gentle smile, and his long white beard seemed to be shining.

"So remember, you are Harry Potter." He said meaningfully, "Harry Potter, not anyone else."

Harry still had the same expressionless face, his eyes were still bloodshot.

"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore," he said, his voice hoarse and decadent, and then he added. "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore."

"Have a good rest! Today's class has been canceled for you." Dumbledore blinked childishly, put his hands on his waist and folded them together. "It's only been two days since school started, and you've already missed two days of class. Mrs. Pomrad also quietly told me that she doesn't want to see you here anymore, Harry."

"Good luck." Dumbledore turned and wanted to leave, and looked back at Draco with surprised eyes. "Oh! I was taken aback. I thought you had left, Mr. Malfoy."

"Sorry, Professor, I'm going to class now." Draco said awkwardly, and followed Dumbledore to leave.

It's finally time to leave.

"Wait, Draco."

Harry's voice came from behind, softly calling his Christian name.

Draco froze in place, and Dumbledore quickly disappeared.

"What's the matter, Bo..." Draco turned around anxiously.

His pupils dilated instantly, and his fluffy head was buried in his neck, accompanied by a faint scent of soap and a little bit of potion.

It's just a hug.Draco thought.

But why did the damned savior hug him so intimately!?

He felt that his body was still stiff, and his hands were hanging by his sides tightly against his thighs.

He couldn't push away a heartbroken man who had just cried, even if he was the savior, Draco consoled himself, let alone he saved him.

But why save him?

This is embarrassing.

Why are you hugging him?

It's also embarrassing.

Potter's hair is limp...damn it!Why would he care about this.

Draco could feel his ears and neck and all the places he touched were on fire, and he tried his best to lift his head, afraid that his chin could not help but bury it in the soft fur.

"I'm sorry." Harry's voice sounded in his ears, wet and itchy, like a small bug crawling around the ear pinna trying to get in through the gap.

"What... what?" Draco wondered, is your head full of achnatherum?Why do you apologize?Shouldn't he be the one to apologize?Was he the one who hurt him?Potter can't be really stupid.

"I'm sorry." He repeated, his tone weak, as if he had exhausted a lot of energy to finish the second half of the sentence. "I didn't go to save you."

Draco was completely bewildered.

He blinked his gray-blue eyes, and began to suspect that Harry Potter's soul and body had separated again.

This time it may not be a gap, but a pit.

"So, if you don't say anything, it's just as if you forgive me." Harry hugged him tightly, his arms tightly strangled his neck.

what!Draco felt like he was about to suffocate, heat waves rushed through his body, his heart seemed to be strangled, struggling in his chest.

"I will protect you in the future." Harry said with determination, his voice muffled in his body.

Draco finally came to his senses, and he grabbed Harry's shoulders, forcing him away from him.

He felt like he could finally breathe, this guy was murderous, no seriousness at all.

"No matter what nerves you're having, Scarhead." Draco didn't dare look up into his eyes, he straightened his wrinkled robes to hide the bewilderment and nervousness that he would never admit to death, and then used a habit of arrogance "Malfoy never needed protection," said the tone.

"So, you'd better take care of yourself, Saint Potter." He then gave him a quick look, and then left in a slightly embarrassed footstep.

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The door of the Slytherin dormitory.

"Draco, are you back?" Blaise watched as a wind-like figure passed by.

"Why are your ears so red?"

"Shut up, Blaise."

Brace (dumb face)·_·