Draco was meant to have a good night - he could read a book, he could enjoy the morning snacks his mother brought him, and then after a nice bubble bath, he could have a good night's sleep. Ultra-fast and stable updates, this article was first published by
Unfortunately, all this was completely ruined by the news that his aunt had escaped from prison, and the snacks were also given to Harry. Therefore, he tossed in bed for two hours that night before gradually closing his eyelids and falling into a light sleep... But as if Merlin didn't want him to sleep, he slept for less than three hours when he was woken up by a sudden push. The nightmarish voice kept shouting in his ears:
"Draco, Draco, wake up, wake up quickly!"
"——Merlin's xx!" In his sleep, Draco didn't think about who could wake him up in his dormitory in the middle of the night. He collapsed and used one hand to support himself and sat up from the bed, "Who! Who? So annoying!"
Annoying Harry: "...Are you awake?"
Draco was suddenly startled half awake. And he immediately showed a ghostly expression.
"Why are you here! I told you not to--oh, Merlin, it's still the middle of the night! Why on earth are you! At! At this time! Appearing here!"
"...Because your mother is in danger." Harry answered him expressionlessly, grabbing his collar and dragging him off the bed.
Draco was completely shocked by these words.
"...What did you say?!" His eyes widened in disbelief, and his face suddenly turned pale, "This is impossible - how do you know!"
This certainly didn't mean that he thought it was possible for Harry to lie - Harry was not such a person - but he felt that from top to bottom, from left to right, not a single letter in this sentence was reliable.
"Your golden eagle came to me - it was supposed to bring you a letter from your mother, but instead it witnessed Aunt Narcissa being kidnapped," Harry said quickly, "You know I can talk to animals, right?" Well, Nina likes to talk to your golden eagle, so he came to my house and told me what happened - I've been to St. Mungo's and it's bad, listen to me Draco, now your mother, Sirius, is still Uncle Rugulus is in danger, and there are Death Eaters in St. Mungory..."
"Stop, stop, stop..." It was the first time Draco heard him say so many words in one breath, and he felt like he was going to faint. "You can't just tell me, what's going on with my mother now! Oh my god, I'm going to do this now. What!"
"It's so good so far," Harry said, "but it won't necessarily be the case later."
"Who the hell dares to hold her hostage... Forget it, I won't ask this stupid question," Draco almost couldn't breathe. He punched the quilt with his fist bitterly, "Why did they hold my mother hostage? My mother, I Mom is..."
He originally wanted to say that his mother was Bellatrix's biological sister.
But even he knew that at critical moments, blood ties could become the most unreliable relationship in the world, not to mention their family's situation... His teeth chattered.
"What about my father?" He suddenly remembered this, so he anxiously grabbed Harry's shoulders and shook them hard, "Did you go to St. Mungo's? How did you know the situation! Is my father there?"
"I don't know," Harry said. "Your father is not at St. Mungo's. The information I have heard is too limited - we have to find Professor Snape, Draco. He is your godfather. He is the best person to help you at this time." The one who makes the decisions in your family!"
Draco couldn't make up his mind. Snape was his godfather, and he was of course the one who could take care of their family the most... But at the same time, he remembered the mark he saw when he was a child, the dark, ugly mark on Snape's arm.
——If Snape also... then what?
"...How is your godfather?" he asked, biting his nails.
"So you finally remembered that you have an uncle," Harry said coldly. This was the first time he spoke with such a strong smell of gunpowder. Draco could hear the pain and anger in it, and he shrank with guilt. Neck. However, Harry also knew that he was in a bad mood, so he took two deep breaths to calm down, "He was tied up and tortured in turns." He whispered, "When I went there, they had stopped one round of torture. I didn't know … I don’t know how much longer he can hold on.”
He simply sat down on Draco's four-corner bed, staring unfocused at the depths of the dark lake outside the window: "You warned me, Draco, but I left late."
What has happened, whether it is regret or a time turner, cannot be changed back.
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When the two boys sneaked to the cellar door, they were caught by Snape.
He held a small lamp, and the faint light illuminated the heads of the two boys as if they had seen a ghost.
"Because time is so delicate - can you two please tell me why I am honored to see your... heads during this, ah, dream moment?" Snape said softly. , the two boys wrapped in invisibility cloaks, with only their heads exposed, suddenly felt a sinister wind.
"Especially you, Potter." Snape, who had not been able to do this for several days, felt more comfortable as he spat out that hateful last name with vicious emphasis. "If I remember correctly - you at least invited A week's holiday. And there is a tendency to continue to drag it down. So can you condescend to tell me how you let me see your head in the cellar at this time and at this place? Any part of your body , shouldn’t they all be in the United States, in New York?”
"——Godfather," Draco said bravely, "I have something to tell you. My mother——"
"Shut up." To Harry's expectation, Snape yelled in a low voice, "This is not something you should know or report to me."
——So he already knew it. Harry thought to himself.
"You - then, you know -"
Draco didn't expect to get such an answer. He blushed and stammered to ask more.
"I don't care what weird little tricks you pulled to find out about this - but mind your own business, Mr. Potter." Snape ignored his godson at all - to some extent, this was why he found Potter more difficult to deal with. Proof - his eyes were locked on Harry, like a snake locked on its natural enemy, "Now, either you go back to Ravenclaw to sleep, or you go back to Mr. Malfoy's dormitory hand in hand and spend the night with him." He ordered, "Since you are going to be this good, then go back together and share the remaining few hours on the same bed. If you do any little things again, I will know about it."
"This is no trivial matter," Harry retorted, feeling himself being choked by Snape, "They - you know who they were, they tortured Sirius! This is not a trivial matter to me at all!"
Snape sneered, revealing his pleasure without any concealment: "He deserves it."
Liar. Harry said to himself repeatedly.
He repeatedly observed Snape's expression, but was disappointed and angry to find pleasure in that face.
"If he died at the hands of his cousin because of this -" Snape deliberately prolonged his tone, and then gave a very neat ending, "then he deserved it."
Draco quickly hugged Harry - Ravenclaw, who was usually gentle and polite, was breathing heavily now and squeezing his hands tightly. Draco suspected that his friend might even want to strangle Snape to death, but he himself had no doubt that Snape could survive. Kill your friends instantly.
"...I understand." Harry finally nodded slowly, "So you really hate him to this extent."
...I always wanted him to die in Azkaban. Snape thought. But looking at those green eyes illuminated by the light, he finally did not say these words.
"Go back and go to sleep." Snape finally said, "The kidnapper hasn't made any conditions yet - it's not yet time for you to feel sad and need to make a choice."
Harry nodded slowly and with difficulty, pulling Draco back. The two boys wrapped the invisibility cloak a little tighter and hurried back to the room with Draco's name on it.
Snape watched them disappear behind the door, then turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the principal's office.
Why couldn't he want black to die in Azkaban?
Everything that happened back then, all his desperation, all his life and death, were all destroyed by black's one thought.
There is no one who hates black more than him.
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This was the first time Harry and Draco slept in the same bed.
They are both only children, but their habits are different. At least Harry is very used to sleeping with others - he slept with Charles before he went to elementary school - but on the other hand, Draco is not used to sleeping with others.
The two of them were lying under the quilt, with their heads on the same pillow, their eyes open in the dark, not sleepy at all.
"Are you asleep, Draco."
"Don't ask this nonsense...how are you feeling."
"How about what?"
"...As if I didn't ask."
Harry blinked in the darkness and kicked Draco's calf with his bare feet under the quilt, causing the latter to let out an offended 'ouch' sound.
"harry xavier!!"
"...Actually it's okay." Harry said suddenly, "I was just thinking about one thing..."
"What do you need to do to kick me?"
"I was thinking," Harry said without saying that he listened to Snape's thoughts, "if the professors had ordered my father, Sirius, and Snape to sleep in the same bed for one night under unavoidable circumstances..."
Draco shuddered at the terrible thought.
"You want to see their blood splattered in the dormitory, don't you?" Draco asked dryly.
Harry burst into laughter.
"No, I'm just thinking... if, uh, the things they were angry with each other about were just grabbing the quilt and kicking each other's legs under the quilt, it would be fine."
It's a pity that no matter which side it was, they insisted on making the matter irreversible. Harry sighed.
"I don't hate Professor Snape, don't worry about me, Draco." He said, "But I will never be like Remus and expect their relationship to get better."
After saying that, he shrank back into the quilt.
"Good night, Draco."
He was so crisp and clear that Draco was stunned for a long time before he touched his nose and argued feebly: "...Who is worried about you..."
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Morning came quickly. For Harry, who officially went to bed after three o'clock, it was only five or six hours. He stood up very lightly, but Draco obviously didn't sleep well. He woke up easily and climbed up with him.
Harry teleported back to his dormitory with a snap to wash up, while Draco was sitting at the breakfast table when he suddenly thought of something - if Harry hadn't left in time, I'm afraid that when they left the dormitory To scare the jaws of a bunch of people.
Harry received a warm welcome and a lot of worries at the long table of Ravenclaw. Many people had the same idea as Draco. They all felt that at this time, the United States was far safer than the United Kingdom.
But Sirius is here. Harry thought. Sirius is here, how can he hide at home?
Worry about his godfather made him not even eat much breakfast, and the newspaper brought by the owls caused a new wave of fear. Harry looked at the newspaper in Zhang Qiu's hand, and his heart sank.
"The Lestranges held St. Mungo's hostage!" a senior said in disbelief, "Look here... there were at least ten little wizards who were hospitalized and were held hostage by them. Most of the staff at St. Mungo's had to withdraw. At the same time, At the same time... Oh my god, Sirius Black is in their hands!" She continued reading, "The Lestrange couple made all kinds of shameless conditions, one of which was to exchange the ten children for Harry Potter. The thugs claimed that they had There are more hostages... The author has reason to speculate that they acted at night and took their...'"
There was a crack and the sound of the plate smashing. Harry looked back and saw that the sound was from Neville. The boy with a round face looked pale and shouted in a low voice: "Uncle..."
"Hey Harry." Hermione greeted Harry, extremely worried, "You shouldn't have come back!"
"I have to." Harry said succinctly, "Um, what happened to Neville?"
"...His little uncle is still in St. Mungo's. Ever since he was petrified, it seems that his health has not been very good." Hermione whispered in his ear extremely quietly, "Have you visited Sirius?"
She looked at Harry expectantly, as if hoping he would tell him good news.
"He is already in their hands." Harry said with a wry smile, "I...my family advised me not to be impulsive. She was right. I can't just rush forward and become their hostage to threaten Sirius."
On the other side of the long red table, Neville ignored Ron and the others' obstruction and rushed straight to Harry.
"Harry," Neville said, "can you give me your hair?"
As soon as he said these words, everyone was shocked.
"I'm going to save my uncle." Neville rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. There was a cry in his voice, but he was not afraid at all. "I, I can't let... I can't let the Lestranges do anything to the hostages. .”
He said in a muffled voice: "...my parents are still at St. Mungo's, and they are already like that...I can't live without my little uncle."
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