No matter how crazy and disorderly the wedding was, how much everyone woke up the next day with sore heads, how much they wanted to not leave the house for the rest of the day, how much they wanted to find out which classmate secretly kissed Harry (this incident (only known to Harry), Charles and Erik took their four children out for their honeymoon. The purpose was to have fun together as a family before Harry and Nina started school.
In fact, honeymoon is something that you should not take your children out with, no matter they are adults or minors. But maybe it was because Erik wanted to develop a relationship with the twins. In the end, Harry gave in at the family meeting and honestly carried the suitcase. , followed his fathers, brothers and sisters, and took his sister on a trip. Of course, he couldn't bring Draco with him this time.
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When he received the call from Sirius, Harry was comfortably enjoying sunbathing and tropical juice under the Hawaiian sun. Wanda was surrounded by people who came to chat with him, trying to win a look at this hot beauty.
Unfortunately, no matter when Harry looked over, Wanda was not talking to any of the chatters. She was just lying on the lounge chair, with no expression on her face wearing sunglasses, but with one foot raised and resting on a low stool. , Peter was applying the red nail polish unique to this place on her with a rigorous and exam-like attitude. His expression was so nervous that many beauties in beach bikinis who looked at him could only show expressions of regret.
Harry lamented that Peter's expression was as trembling as the Queen's subordinates. Before he could finish sighing, Sirius called, and the answer was a question: "Harry? Where are you?"
"???" Harry said in confusion, "Sirius, I am accompanying my father and the others on their honeymoon. I left three days ago."
"Look at my memory," Sirius cursed in a low voice on the other end of the phone, and then asked, "Have you received any messages from Draco? A phone call? A text message?"
"I really want to, but there is no signal at Malfoy Manor." Harry said regretfully. He thought about it for a moment, and then he did find something wrong. "...However, I did not receive any call from him for about...sixteen hours." There’s a message, there’s neither a double-sided mirror nor an owl, maybe the owl is on its way here with the letter.”
This place is not close to England. Just looking at the flying speed of birds, no one dares to expect them to deliver the letter within an hour.
"You have no other way to contact me?" Sirius continued to ask.
Originally there was, but godric's portrait insisted on 'going out for a walk' with me, and then it disappeared. Harry was silent about this.
Godric secretly built a passage between himself and Salazar's portrait. Although Salazar would glare at him if he forced himself across the frame, it was also a way of contact for Harry and Draco. Therefore, when Harry and his family went out for their honeymoon, Draco was very angry at being left alone. He said that when Harry came back, he would throw Godric's portrait into the fireplace and tell him that he would never see the sun the next day or the salazar the next day.
"Did something happen to Draco?" Harry sat up from his happy lying state and asked with concern, "Have you received any news, Sirius?"
Sirius was silent for a while.
"According to tradition, no one can ask about this family matter, but no matter what, you and Draco are like brothers, so I never care about that bullshit." Sirius said simply, "Listen, Harry, it's like this, The news I heard is that there was supposed to be a tea party at Malfoy Manor today - but it was canceled without any reason. This is very abnormal for a family like Malfoy. Lucius, the old dog, rarely does anything that would disgrace himself. thing."
When it came to 'like brothers', Harry heard some fluctuations in Sirius's voice, and he secretly guessed that it was probably because of his father. This is how everyone described Sirius and his father back then.
"I didn't really want to pay attention to these things, but my nephew originally asked me to come to Grimmauld Place to play computer games today," Sirius said. "He has always been free to come and go in my place, but I was too busy and went downstairs to have a meal. I found out that he didn't come. Lucius sent a letter saying that he was 'sick and can't come', but Cisy asked the house elf to tell me that he was in solitary confinement——What I called to tell you is , Harry, please don’t have any contact with him for the time being. Wait until I figure out the reason and wait until you spend your honeymoon with Charles before paying attention to this matter."
Harry was shocked: "Confined?! In your own home?"
He shouted a little loudly, and both Wanda and Peter looked over.
Harry shook his phone to indicate that he was on the phone, jumped off the recliner and ran to find a quieter place to continue talking on the phone.
"That's right," the adult wizard said with a hint of ridicule in his tone, but he still explained the relationship to Harry very carefully, "It's the usual behavior of purebloods. If you make a mistake, you will be imprisoned and cut off from all social interactions. No one is allowed to talk to you, you are the last person in the family who should not breathe - that's it. But Lucius almost dotes on his son, and I'm also curious about why he puts your good friend in solitary confinement. It simply means that he is furious - if word gets out, this will cause him to lose face in the academy at the beginning of the school year and even lower his status, after all, now there is a Scorpius in the Malfoy family."
...Is Slytherin so complicated? Harry's mouth twitched.
"Don't write any more personal letters and send them." Sirius warned seriously. "All parents keep their children in isolation because they think they have 'thinking problems.'" At this point, the runaway The man of many years sneered, "Then there is a kind of parent who controls their children's thoughts by controlling their children's letters."
Harry didn't know what to say about this, so he said after a long time: "...I thought Uncle Lucius had learned to respect Draco's wishes after so many things in the past." He remembered that Lucius's attitude had changed a lot, even though His face may not be that good, but he basically lets Draco stay in the United States every day, which explains the problem.
Harry really couldn't think of any reason why Draco was so locked up by his father.
"I thought so too, but if your best friend was too sick to get out of bed, he would already be at St. Mungo's, not in his room." Sirius wasn't surprised at all, but he didn't sound too worried. Concerned about Draco's situation, "Who knows what made this opportunistic snake change his mind - you just need to pay attention to the safety of the letter. Lucius is a person who is quite good at stabbing people in the back. Even if he is my brother-in-law, I will not I can guarantee that he will not sell any secret information to others."
"I understand, Sirius," Harry promised seriously, "I won't write too many personal messages in letters for the time being, but is Draco really okay? Can you go see him?"
"Lucius has no determination to kill his son." Sirius knew the ropes well, and his mocking tone remained the same, "That old dog probably just wants to 'correct' his mind, rather than abusing his son. Don't worry, I will definitely help you." Ask Cisy for news about that brat - don't be too burdensome, Harry, have fun, he always has to go to school, Lucius can't lock him up for a lifetime, and he can't be changed by Lucius, tell me he is after all Half black and seriously rebellious."
"It sounds like you appreciate it." Harry smiled.
"Of course, if Draco becomes like his father - I will never allow him to get close to you again with any insidious purpose. To be honest, I don't want to care about him now. He has been spoiled by cissy. He is very Maybe he was taught bad things by Lucius again."
Harry felt that if he were a comic book character, his head would be full of black lines.
He shook his head and said with a smile, "Sirius, you are overthinking, he won't do it - and I'm sure you won't ignore him either. I know you actually appreciate him."
He knows Draco better than anyone else and has been taught by Salazar. Draco may be timid occasionally, but it is impossible for him to really let Lucius control his mind - how could a qualified snake allow others to arrange things clearly for him without authorization? in vain?
As for Sirius, he allowed Draco to come and go freely in the old house, prepared a room for him, and never yelled at Draco to stay away from Harry every day. This was enough proof that he actually admired his nephew.
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Draco really couldn't let Lucius arrange it for him clearly.
As soon as Harry walked away, Lucius no longer had any worries about Harry suddenly coming to the door in a short period of time, and immediately took action. Ever since he attended the wedding, his heart has been uncertain. So, one sunny afternoon, he tentatively proposed to Draco, who rarely stayed at home, at a family afternoon tea - Draco was about to enter third grade, and as the heir to the Malfoy family, he should start looking for a fiancée. Selected.
"No."
Draco was holding the tea cup at that time, and his heart immediately skipped a beat. His head was stuck for about three seconds. When he came back to his senses, his instinct had already shouted 'no' for him. After shouting, he realized that he didn't even have the slightest regret.
I don't know since when, he will no longer be afraid of disobeying his father, nor will he be uneasy by his father's look or words.
Lucius looked very unhappy when he was rejected by this 'no', and he couldn't say anything for a while while holding the tea cup. But Merlin was on top. He had anticipated the situation, but was unwilling to see the situation turn out as he expected. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at his son across the table, unconsciously glaring at him with the most majestic expression.
Narcissa sat upright without realizing it, and put down her black tea cup uneasily. She sat there quietly, but her eyes took in the expressions of the father and son. Her eyes stayed on Draco longer, as if hoping that he would not contradict her father easily.
But under such a gaze, Draco raised his chin and stopped his waist. Although his eyes were still wandering, he didn't even say 'Sorry, father' or 'No, I just...'. It was obvious that he had flatly rejected Lucius's proposal just now.
"Explain, Draco." When Harry was away, Lucius could always bring up his majesty as a father. His tone was like a thin knife. It seemed like an understatement, but in fact it was just like shaking it gently on your neck. It looked like the tip of the knife was about to cut open there in the next second. "Tell me about it. You have known your obligations as the heir of the Malfoy family since you were five years old. You know - a family like ours," he said with emphasis. , like putting more chips on the gambling table, trying to make the other party more cautious and shaken, "With a family like ours, and a surname like Malfoy, it is very common and necessary to decide on a well-matched fiancée early."
"...I don't need it right now." Draco took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say the second sentence of resistance - the first sentence was the 'no' just now.
"You don't need anything?" Lucius said softly, his tone was as matter-of-fact as "Don't you need to eat?" "Of course you do. Your mother and I made an engagement early, and I certainly didn't mean to let you participate in the engagement in the third grade. Ceremony, but soon, you will find that when you and your good friends take risks, you are already far away from the pure-blood circle. Isn't there anyone dissatisfied with your affairs in the Nott family?" He tapped the head of his snake staff. Knocking on the table, "Suggesting that you will have a pureblood fiancée will go a long way."
That doesn't help me at all! Draco's eyelids twitched and he screamed in his heart. When he thought of the 'love letter incident' that he could barely explain, he felt like his heart was being squeezed to death. He really didn't want to experience that feeling again, or even experience an enhanced version.
"Actually, you will find that the recent wind direction is indeed somewhat to your liking." Lucius caressed the snake staff in his hand seemingly carelessly, and then said something that made Draco almost crush the cup, "I even hope to help You choose a pure-blood witch with sisters, and you can seize this opportunity to deepen your friendship - if you and your best friend marry a pair of pure-blood sisters, this is what everyone is happy to see at the moment, I know you are true friends, and if you were still in-laws, you would be closer than others."
No one likes such marriage-inducing lines. Draco gasped, anger almost igniting in his heart, and his teeth secretly chattered and collided instinctively.
At this time, he was very grateful that his uncle was such a person - Sirius would never do such a thing to Harry. Even if he was Harry's magical guardian, even if he had no right to force Harry, he would not do such a thing. He respects Harry's every opinion regarding matters related to the matter, and uses Harry's willingness as the criterion for judgment.
Draco thought of this and suddenly felt uncontrollably irritated.
Yes, that's right. The education he received from childhood told him that he should promise his father and do what his father said. And his father himself has proven that many of his decisions are right, and most of the decisions he makes can make people happy. The family gets better. Since Draco was five years old, he had accepted that his life had already laid out an eternal blueprint, and the current situation was even more favorable. Even if he agreed to have a fiancée, so what, Harry would not be angry because of it. Perfect without any flaws…
...Fuck no flaws!
No, that's not what I want, that's not what I want! !
Lucius's eyes seemed to have pierced a knife into Draco's soul, but no matter how painful it was, he still couldn't bear this arrangement.
No, rather, why should he accept the life arranged by others?
As soon as this sentence appeared in his mind, Draco realized one thing - he was probably no longer the heir that his father admired, the person he had wanted to be since he was a child.
It was only two years from the age of eleven to thirteen, but he had changed. He had changed from an arrogant person to two people who accompanied each other, and Draco could not allow a third person to destroy it, even if it was his fiancée— -Fiancée, sounds very close to her, but if he doesn't want her, if he likes her, the person he identifies with will be just a vase-like decoration.
Draco almost couldn't help but think of the previous wedding. Charles and Erik stood together. They looked at each other with nothing else in their eyes, as if holding each other's hand would make it to the end. Happiness only needs this. Enough, even if they are not wizards and don't know magic, Draco can guarantee that they are each other's soul mates.
Even though they have gone through a lot, a lot of separation and pain, Draco now knows that compared to a 'perfect pure-blood family', he wants that kind of love, a person who is understanding, gentle and considerate, As a fiancée with a noble surname and a generous dowry, he wanted to hang out with Harry wherever he wanted, as long as they were together.
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Silence spread between father and son for a long time.
"No." Finally, Draco replied in a low voice but firmly, "I'm afraid I can't follow your opinion."
Lucius was silent for a long time in response to this answer.
"Which one?"
He asked sharply, "What did I say wrong? Did I make you dissatisfied?"
Draco's face was pale, but there was a hint of coldness in his face.
"Every one of them." He summoned up the greatest courage to say, ignoring his mother's uncontrollable exclamation. "Every one of them is wrong, father. I can't accept every one of them, father."
"Do you want to preach free love to me, Draco?" Lucius could hardly suppress his anger. He said coldly, "Which girl do you have your eye on? As far as I know, you don't, Draco." . If you think such a marriage is without love, look at you and my mother, do you think there is no love between us? Why are you so rude to me? Did my suggestion offend you?"
"Of course I won't deny you and mother." Draco wanted to relax a little, but in fact, he was so nervous that he couldn't move. He just remembered to straighten his waist, raise his chin, and be firm, "But that's what you are willing to do. Now I don't want to - and you don't have any ideas about Harry, I won't let any pure-blood young lady get close to him."
He snorted in his heart - he still doesn't know what those girls are like.
"So you must disobey me and resist the path I prepared for you," Lucius laughed angrily. The thing he was most worried about happened. His son, a Malfoy, lost his responsibility as a Malfoy. He doesn't care about the pride of being a pure-blood, he doesn't care about the gains and losses at all, he does whatever he wants like the most stupid person, and because of his 'friend', he doesn't even take his father's words to heart, and this 'friend' The concern' was gone, "You know what you're doing, Draco!"
"I know." Draco was afraid that he would bite his tongue when he opened his mouth, but in fact he spoke fluently, "But, father, no matter how brilliant the future you have prepared for me, my answer is only 'no'."
He paused and dropped a sentence almost suggestively.
"Father, you still have Scorpius."
Snapped!
Lucius Malfoy stood up almost immediately and slapped Draco hard on the face.
This blow was very forceful and immediately knocked Draco off the chair. Narcissa exclaimed, "Draco!" She wanted to help him, but was stopped by Lucius.
"Go to your room," Lucius almost yelled as his body heaved and he was almost out of breath. "You are not allowed to come out without my permission - you are not allowed to communicate with anyone, Harry Potter. Not even! You were led astray, Draco, it was my fault. You have been with those weird people for too long, and there is something wrong with your thinking, just like your uncle who was sorted into Gryffindor, Sirius Black. ! You must reflect in your room, you - you must think carefully about what kind of person you need to be as a Malfoy!"
Draco got up from the ground without saying a word. Lucius originally thought that he would cry, apologize immediately, and reveal his true colors - after all, this child has always been afraid of his father's scolding - but in fact, Draco looked at him like a normal person. Went to his room.
This doesn't look like Draco Malfoy at all.
But this is just the beginning of the nightmare - Lucius's nightmare.
Lucius cut off all his son's sources of information and communication. Draco could only eat in his room. Apart from Narcissa, the only person he talked to every day was his younger brother Scorpius who could not speak yet. However, every time Lucius cast the illusion without saying a word. When Shen Shu entered the room to check, he found that Draco had no psychological burden at all. He did his homework when he did his homework, read when he read (strangely, he sometimes read some notes with potion formulas on them), and ate when he ate. Count the days as if nothing happened. At first, Lucius didn't know what he was calculating, but later he calculated it himself, and found out to his annoyance that he was calculating how many days were left before Xavier's family could return to China.
It was as if Lucius had met his son for the first time. Is this Draco? His Draco?
If it wasn't impossible, Lucius would have thought that Draco went on honeymoon with Xavier's family, leaving Harry Xavier, the youngest son of Nott's family, so scared that he is still not well. According to rumors, the boy has gone crazy. The unusual coldness and Parseltongue talent he showed at that time has always been one of the reasons why Lucius was afraid of him.
In fact, he really tried to respect Draco's opinion. He allowed Draco to stay in the United States for so long. He attended the wedding of Xavier's family. He worked with Black in the Ministry of Magic... but Draco's situation made him uneasy. This had already touched the ground. We’ve reached the bottom line! Draco's hint was almost explicit - Lucius still didn't want to think about it in detail, but he just wanted to seize the time to clear his head and reflect.
After seeing his son, Lucius returned to his room, too worried to sleep, because for the same reason as Sirius guessed, he couldn't lock his son until he changed his attitude - Hogwarts would start school soon.
——He later learned that this problem was temporarily replaced and solved by other problems.
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Maybe he was prepared, maybe he was used to it, when a popping sound appeared in the room, Draco immediately lay down, closed a thick book, put the note he just read in it, and then put the book Throw it aside and stuff it into the small drawer next to the bed together with some of the gadgets we just played with.
He was bored to death during the solitary confinement, and was upset by his bold actions and rare loneliness, so from time to time he would take out Felton's things and look at them all.
That was him in the future, a person who was not Malfoy at all, but obviously, judging from the things left behind and what Felton said, we could get a glimpse of Lucius controlling his life.
Draco never thought he would think about life so early. However, he is indeed not afraid, because Lucius cannot beat him to death, and the Malfoy family will not be ruined because of this - Scorpius, his newborn little brother is a perfect spare tire (this word comes from Muggles) (learned on the Internet), in every sense of the word.
He calculated the number of days and waited for Harry to come and see him. No, the wait was here.
"draco!"
Sure enough, Harry appeared in his room with a burst of blue-black smoke and a big schoolbag with a smile on his face, "I'm back!"
Draco couldn't help but smile for the first time in many days - although it disappeared immediately.
"You still know me," he said slowly, "and remember to come and see me - it's such an honor for me, Mr. Xavier. How many days has it been since I didn't write to you?"
"I heard from Sirius," Harry said politely, "I asked him to inquire about you, and he said that you are not bad - if I came to see you from the beginning, I would definitely be caught by Uncle Lucius, then It's even worse for you - and Peter said that parents tighten confinement first and then loosen it."
As soon as he put his schoolbag on the chair, he was about to sit next to Draco: "Why are you lying on the bed? Are you sick?" He also took out his wand.
"Don't - don't diagnose me, it's just a cold," Draco pretended to be weak. In fact, he was fine at all, but he just wanted to see Harry worried, "Cough, cough, cough. I still have a cough. It's been two days."
His face was pale, his tone was weak, and he was covered tightly with the quilt. Harry's heart was immediately hit by guilt. He had been having so much fun these days, but his best friend was too sick to get out of bed.
"I was wrong, I should have come to see you earlier," he said guiltily, "Why didn't Uncle Lucius take you to see a doctor! Did you drink the potion? Are you feeling okay, Draco?" As he said this, Harry held on Draco deliberately left the hand outside.
After many days of loneliness, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and finally felt a little satisfied, but he still said intermittently: "Just... like this... anyway... no one comes to see me... cough cough cough... "His eyes swept around Harry's body dishonestly, and he found with dissatisfaction that Harry was a little tanned, and he felt dissatisfied that his things had been changed unknowingly, "Tell me, what do you do———— Harry!!"
He suddenly screamed loudly, startling Harry: "Draco?"
"Something is moving!" Draco quickly took out Harry's coat pocket and his voice changed in tone, "Why are you traveling with a time turner?!"
Harry: "Well, I'm not, I didn't, I didn't go out wearing it at all - wait a minute, why does it spin so fast!! Draco, lose it!"
The golden time turner spun rapidly - one, two, three, four times - in the blink of an eye, the two boys lost count of how many times it spun, but just before Harry grabbed it and threw it on the ground When it started to flash, it started to spin and almost flew out——
Snapped.
Draco tried to grab Harry's hand but failed, all expressions froze on his face. The time turner fell to the ground and broke into two pieces in an extremely unnatural manner.
You're still sick, Draco, be careful--
This sentence had just been spoken, and the warmth of the words seemed to still have not dissipated in his ears, but Draco was shocked to find that he was now alone in this room again.
It's like no one has ever been here.
——Harry disappeared just like that, and at the same time, a piece of parchment fell to the ground.
Draco almost used the greatest courage in his life to pick it up. After seeing the content clearly, the expression on his face went blank. Then he almost went crazy and smashed the small drawer on the bed to the ground and dug out all the contents inside. Things until he found a contract that he had read but never understood.
The year of the contract has been strangely blurred, but the words behind it are clearly visible, and the ancient-style paint seal also matches the number on the parchment.
There was only one line written on the contract——
——In 19xx, the Sentinel program must be terminated. Signed in the Department of Mysteries, this day of xx, xxxx.
Signed by, draco xxxx. 166 reading network
