When Sirius was woken up by a large amount of cold water, he was so excited that he almost jumped up in a daze, but he immediately felt a grinning pain, deep in his muscles and bones. Through it, there was also the back of his head.
He groaned and opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache, exhaustion rising like a tide, but there was a bit of noise around him.
"Padfoot!"
As soon as he saw that he was awake, James happily helped him up: "Brother, you finally woke up! Are you okay? Why are you sleeping here!"
"Where will I sleep?" The alarm belatedly emerged from Sirius's heart. He slowly stood up and looked around. He found that he was lying on the hard ground of the observatory, and the sky was already bright and the sun was shining brightly. , obviously it is at least after eight o'clock in the morning.
He tried his best to recall what happened last night, and then looked at the friends and students surrounding him, gritting his teeth - no wonder he was in pain all over! Who wouldn't feel pain all over after being knocked unconscious suddenly and lying on the ground all night? It looks like that bastard Bagshot knocked him unconscious and left him here before leaving.
"Mr. Black," Professor McGonagall, whose hair was tied tightly in a bun, squeezed out from the crowd, her face was ashen, and she said to Sirius, who was still not fully awake, "Maybe you can explain to me why you showed up here so early in the morning. Here - I even skipped two classes in the morning." She pursed her lips and said expressionlessly, "Maybe for you, the ground of the observatory will be more comfortable than the bed in the Gryffindor tower, but I think, I still want to ask you to sit on the stool in my office and talk about this and your closeness."
There was a burst of moderate laughter from the surrounding students.
"No problem, Professor," Sirius breathed in the air, forced a smile, and held his neck and said, "Although I still prefer the feeling of the sofa in your office - you see, sleeping on the floor is a bit awkward. The sequelae.”
Professor McGonagall pursed her lips again, glared sternly at the troublemakers in the college, especially James and Sirius, and then told Lupine to urge Sirius to go to her office before turning and leaving.
"Merlin," Sirius muttered a deep complaint from his throat when the serious witch really left, "my neck, my head -"
"Are you okay, Sirius?" Lupine asked with concern, "We woke up in the morning and found that you hadn't come back yet, so we felt something was wrong, and then we finally got the lock open."
"What?" Sirius couldn't understand for a moment, "What kind of lock can't be solved with the unlocking spell?"
"The lock itself is fine." James waved his wrist and frowned, "It's not that it's a complicated spell, but there's a protective spell on the lock, and the unlocking spell can't deal with it. We found it on a broomstick. Yours, thank God this is a semi-open classroom, but how the hell did you sleep until now? We couldn't wake you up for a long time, you slept like Hagrid's dog!"
"Do you still want me to talk about this? I was knocked unconscious by Bagshot and left here," Sirius said impatiently, holding his head and grinning exaggeratedly, "Oh - Merlin's beard, he Don't be so angry that you tried to twist off my neck and use it as a Bludger last night and then reattached it to me."
James snorted: "What a nonsense metaphor you are talking about - little Francis doesn't like Quidditch, and he can fly quite well."
Sirius frowned, shook his head, and was helped out by James while enduring the feeling that his whole body was about to fall apart. He asked James: "No further nonsense, Prongs, what did you see yesterday?"
They had agreed yesterday to separate into two groups. James and the others would attract Bagshot's frontal attention, then walk away and relax his vigilance, while Sirius would approach quietly on his broom.
James shrugged, adjusted his glasses, and spread his hands to him: "No."
"No?" Sirius' frown deepened.
"You don't want us to alert the snake, and we didn't confront Francis head-on," Lupin said gently. "We just arrived at the door and found that the observatory door was locked. Francis asked us to leave politely but forcefully. Even James could not come forward. Let him let us take a step closer - he even bounced us out of the door. If you saw it, you would know it. Padfoot, just look at the magic lock that bounced us off. His attainments are definitely more than the third grade. I doubt him. The level is at least at our level, or even far above us.”
"We'd better not run into him again," Wormtail said in awe and a little fear. "He looks different at night than usual!"
"It's different?" Sirius turned his wrists and ankles, and then relaxed the crackling joints, "Why is it different?"
"Actually, he just keeps a straight face, is more serious, and is not so easy to talk to." James still has a good sense of the younger brother. He thought about it, "He seems to be quite serious. He is not out of anger or provocation. It seems that something is really going on. He wanted to do it at the observatory, but after we said we didn’t want to force our way in, he didn’t make things difficult for us, or directly attracted the professor.”
After saying that, he added: "Okay, Padfoot, compared to most Slytherins, this one is pretty good."
"Not bad for your size," Sirius pressed his neck and rolled his eyes, "Knock me out and lock me in the observatory. How could this be so good?!"
"Okay, do you still expect him to knock out a stalker and send him back to the Gryffindor lounge?" James patted him on the back with a playful smile, "Not bad! When we found out that you didn't go back to the dormitory, we thought we had to. I can find you on the highest tip of the tower, or I can find you in an empty classroom somewhere with a hard body!"
"——If you ask me, some of what Padfoot said is indeed true," Lupine teased with some surprise, "Prongs, you are really unusual for little Francis - you actually said so many nice things to him!" I know, you are not so tolerant of Snape! You can be bothered with the slightest problem for days!"
As the person who tidied up the foursome, he was deeply touched by the differential treatment expressed in it.
"Did I?" James pretended to be surprised, "Oh, you two have wronged me together! I'm so disappointed Moony. I don't favor anyone other than us! I'm just telling the truth!" He poked his wand again. Sirius, "So, Sirius, you paid for a night of peace and probably deducted Academy points and confinement. Did you get any information?"
"No," Sirius said with a dark face. This was where he was in the worst mood. He paid the price but got nothing. Even if this is considered an adventure, it was the worst result. "I got close to him, and even He was discovered and beaten unconscious without seeing what clothes he was wearing.”
He thought for a while, and even remembered Bagshot's face...cold and ruthless, looking at him as if he were an idiot, his hand waving the wand without mercy, and then he lost consciousness.
This was an expression he had never seen on Bagshot's face - an expression he would see on the faces of most pure-blood wizards who kept their own surnames. It was also an expression that Sirius himself hated very much. Seen in his in-laws and blood relatives.
Huh, does this mean that he finally got rid of that confusing face? Sirius sneered inwardly.
"A rare failure, a rare shame, don't worry, guys, I will get back the points and locks that were deducted," he knocked on his sore shoulder and declared, "I remember our first It's old Slughorn's Potions class, is Bagshot here?"
"No," Lupine said as he handed the schoolbag he brought to Sirius, "This is what's weird about us - logically, he should attend class normally so as not to attract the attention of the professors, but in fact , he took leave from his morning class, and your brother submitted a particularly excellent paper for him, so Professor Slughorn was happy to leave it alone."
"Maybe you can catch up on some sleep in the dormitory." James said teasingly, "I think you need to take a day off, Padfoot, if Professor McGonagall doesn't invite you to her office for tea."
After saying that, he became serious again and moved closer to ask Sirius, keeping his voice very low, not wanting to be heard by other students passing by.
"We can't handle little Francis at once, but you're right, he does seem to have some secrets. His demeanor yesterday was not quite right, as if whoever dared to disturb his exclusive use of the observatory would be really good-looking. But For a while, you can't dig out the answer from him." James also had his own judgment and thoughts about last night's situation. He put aside his joking attitude at this moment and said seriously, "I also think he has already treated us. That’s a lot of honor, but—in this case, are you sure you still want to explore his secrets, Sirius?”
…………
I have to say that maybe there is an extremely subtle connection between blood. If Harry knew that his father was joking like this, he would be happy.
Because he is indeed ready to catch up on his sleep now, as long as he is willing to close his eyes.
In a secret room created by the Room of Requirement, everything looked harmonious - there was a thick carpet on the floor, scattered with many soft round cushions and velvet quilts, Harry was sitting among a pile of scattered letters, his face His smile never disappeared as he read one letter after another.
He sat on a large transformed beanbag, leaning against Draco, with his back pressed against Draco's warm chest, reading letters written to him by his family and friends in a very intimate manner in the arms of his friends. The letter, bit by bit, touched the familiar handwriting happily and sadly; as for Draco himself, he didn't mind becoming a backrest at all. He put his head on Harry's shoulder and read the letter with him, his expression He seemed very honest, but his hands tightly wrapped around Harry's waist.
In fact, Harry had to say that they were not in this position at the beginning. He was just sitting here reading the letter that Draco had brought, and Draco looked over from behind him to read with him, and slowly sat on the beanbag. , and slowly, slowly, they sat together, chest to back, and he enjoyed the warmth behind his back and the breathing rhythm and few words that belonged to Draco when they reunited after a long separation, while Draco enjoyed the separation. Harry hugged the cat tightly, put his head on it, and sucked it like a cat lover - how long had he been missing the 'Harry factor'?
And when Harry finished reading the letter and came to his senses and realized that this position was as intimate as any pair of sweet lovers, he almost jumped up in shock, his face and ears turned red suddenly, but Draco couldn't let him really break away. , he has many methods.
"Don't move," Draco buried his head on Harry's shoulder and hugged him tightly with his arms. He said muffledly, "I - it took a lot of effort to find you," his voice was weak, "I even I thought, if I had held your waist like this that day, you might not have come to this ghost place alone."
It had been a long time since he'd seen Draco, and Harry was embarrassed to struggle any longer because of Draco's rare appearance of weakness. But it was undeniable that he felt strangely in his heart and didn't reject such close contact, because he missed Draco so much.
It was as if they hadn't seen each other in a century.
"Uh...well, this," he muttered quietly, "that-this-is only for a moment. We are not girls, Draco, we don't need to be so-so-"
Draco raised his head and looked at him seriously. At this moment, he no longer showed weakness, but asked him confidently:
"Is it true that only women can hold each other and not let go when we meet again after a long separation? Who made the law? You are discriminating and depriving me of my rights as a human being and as your friend! What do you mean by 'we are not girls' , Could it be that Granger can do this to her female friends, but I can’t do this to you? Why!"
Harry was left speechless by his attitude as if he was about to launch an affirmative movement, and the inexplicable panic and enthusiasm gradually subsided.
"Sometimes I wonder which of us is the one who grew up in modern society," Harry said, a little speechless and a little relieved, "What did you learn when I was away?"
Draco snorted and hugged him a little tighter.
"No protest - I can hold you for as long as you want," he declared without shame. "This is what I deserve for my hard work for so long... Don't be stunned. Don't you still have a letter that you haven't read yet?"
Having said this, Draco paused and remembered something. He stretched his neck forward, stretched out his hand to pinch Harry's face, and looked at Harry's listless face with dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with the dark circles and bags under your eyes? Your eyes are all bloodshot."
"How many days have you not slept well?" he asked pressingly.
Harry stuck out his tongue and looked at the ceiling without saying a word.
Draco made a quick decision and fell straight down with Harry in his arms. The Room of Requirement was very considerate and conjured a soft mattress and a large pillow for them from the floor. Draco pulled the quilt next to him and covered it hastily. Live two people's bodies.
"Put down the letter and go to bed." He took his hand directly from Harry's waist without any doubt, tore open the letter paper, and pressed Harry on the bed. "Your face is so bad that I can't look straight at it! I just Don’t watch you die suddenly here!”
Harry laughed dryly and put down the letter obediently. Anyone who hasn't slept much for several nights and has to go to class during the day will be overwhelmed. He doesn't dare to use the time turner - what if something goes wrong again and he misses Draco?
When he thought that Draco was coming to find him, he was like a lost person. He didn't dare to take any risks and just dared to stay where he was and wait. This was something that every lost person should keep in mind: once he was not completely sure. Wherever the road ahead leads, it is safest to stay where you are.
——Fortunately, he waited.
Turning around and closing his eyes, he couldn't see Draco, but Harry could feel the heat behind him and around his waist, which made him feel at ease. I have to admit that even though the intimacy was too close, it was a reassuring temperature. Because, he had waited, he had waited for Draco, and even if Draco wanted to sleep with him like an octopus, he could accept it.
From now on, he was no longer alone in this place. No matter where the road ahead was, Draco would pull him forward. Just like in that dream, Harry was afraid of those glass rooms and couldn't take a step forward, but Draco just pulled him there. In the past, the longsword swung away all elements of fear.
really weird. Harry thought with his eyes closed. Many times, Draco was less courageous, but many times, he could come to Harry with a brave heart, and this was true at all times.
forever. Before sleepiness completely swallowed his consciousness, Harry moved his body and quietly put his head close to his friend.
He thought that there would never, ever be another friend like Draco.
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They just lay in the secret room provided by the castle and slept for ten hours without anyone noticing, but they were far more comfortable than anyone else in the castle. When Draco got up first, he was also quite disoriented in his sleep. After all, it had been a long time since he had slept for so long when he was alone. This long period of high-quality sleep was very effective. When Draco and Harry woke up, they both felt that this was the calmest and sweetest they had experienced in a long time. After a good sleep, I was in a particularly good mood. But this is not that surprising. After all, they have officially reunited, and many things are different.
Harry didn't even open his eyes for three seconds before he forced himself to stand up and see the person in front of him clearly. When he saw Draco rubbing his hair with a sleepy look on his face, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt sincerely. A big smile appeared on the inside.
"I finally feel like this feels real." He fell back on the pillow and sighed, "I've really been waiting for you, Draco."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense," Draco finally looked a little normal after he woke up and didn't hold Harry in his arms anymore, "I just want to eat. What time is it now?"
Harry waved his wand and looked at the 18:35 displayed. He felt that Regulus would have to ask him where he had been when he returned.
"Let me go to the kitchen to get something to eat," Harry waved his wand again, collected all the letters on the floor, put them neatly into his bag, and suggested to Draco, "The hall is almost finished at this point, so it's just right. Inconspicuously, what do you want to eat?”
"Let's go together!" Draco immediately protested, "We can't be separated any longer - not even for half an hour."
He grabbed Harry's wrist, his face looked ugly, and his lips pursed tightly, fearing that he would be left behind again the next moment. This is not a sign of weakness, but his true thoughts.
"Okay," Harry held his hand back without any objection and said with a smile, "Let's go together." After saying that, he thought of another question, "Um, but will you live with me too?"
"Of course I want to live with you," Draco said in a tone that could not be refused, his gray-blue eyes staring closely at Harry's green eyes, "I can't allow you to leave my sight again. It took so long for me to find you!"
"But I live with Regulus." Harry also wanted to live with Draco, but this problem was unavoidable. He scratched his head, "I think your little uncle, although he is not very good at magic, has an extra person in the room. People will still notice it.”
"...What the hell?" Draco was stunned, "My uncle? Regulus? Wait -"
He reached out and tugged at Harry's clothes, but Harry was wearing regular clothes and he couldn't see anything that showed his identity.
"I haven't asked you yet, how did you get sorted into another house? What house did you enter again?" Draco raised his eyebrows, and the questioning expression made Harry feel that his previous expressions were not that arrogant. "You Don't tell me you are mine now..."
"...This, you can call me fellow resident or senior, you can call me whatever you want," Harry said with a dry smile, "It's easier for me to do things - let's eat first, and I'll tell you after we finish the meal, okay?"
Out of excitement at the beginning, they did not exchange information with each other. They just wanted to hold each other and be happy until the end of the world. Now that I'm awake, I can start thinking.
Draco nodded condescendingly, not only not surprised, but even looking very satisfied: "I said you should belong to Slytherin!!!"
After saying that, he packed up the things he had brought and made sure nothing was left in the Room of Requirement. Then he put on a black cloak of the same style as Harry's and was distributed by the Department of Mysteries, and walked out inconspicuously with Harry.
After a long time, they once again walked together in the corridors of Hogwarts, which made Harry so happy that he didn't remember to change his face until he walked down a flight of stairs, and Draco surrounded him for three seconds. Only then did he accept this face.
"It looks a bit strange," Draco said with a complicated look, "Did you put your brother's face and mine together?"
"It can be said," Harry was a little proud, "I think this face looks pretty good."
"I have reservations." Draco walked around him again, stroking his chin and said expressionlessly, "I have to say I don't like this face very much, Harry - it's not what someone like you should have. His face looks so strange."
"That's because you are familiar with me." Harry would never admit that this face was strange. He looked for the reflections of his family and friends on this face in the mirror every day, with deep feelings. "Draco, isn't it handsome? You understand. That’s why I feel weird, okay!”
"Really," Draco said expressionlessly, "Then, Mr. Xavier, your godfather, why did my uncle sneak up on you from behind and find out your secrets? Isn't it because you look suspicious like this? "
? ? Have it? ?
Harry choked.
"I don't know." Speaking of this, Harry felt a little aggrieved, with a bitter look on his face. "If I dare to see what Sirius is thinking... ah," he paused. , seeing a Slytherin junior coming towards him, he put on a reserved, cold and polite expression, and nodded to the other person, because the other person first bowed slightly to him to show respect for his senior.
Draco could hardly restrain himself from squirting water - if he was drinking water at this moment - it was really not his fault. Anyone else, anyone who was familiar with Harry, would see him make such a hateful and arrogant expression, but his eyes would be like a As harmless as sheep are, they feel like spitting. Especially that face, that unfriendly-looking face, coupled with that expression, it was called too much force, and it was horribly fake, as if a villain was trying to pretend to be a good guy.
When Harry watched his apprentice go away with that expression, he found that Draco was covering his face, holding on to the wall, laughing wildly under the cover of the silencing spell and unable to straighten up.
Harry was confused: "What are you laughing at, Draco?"
"It doesn't matter." Draco thought he had a great responsibility and patted Harry on the shoulder, "I will teach you, just leave it to me."
Harry: "...???"
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My dad's computer flickers in and out, which is really not friendly to the eyes... so coding is particularly difficult. Fortunately, I can touch my own computer tomorrow!
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