HP's return to innocence

Apparating to Hogsmeade, Drake ran like a lunatic regardless of noble etiquette and his own image.Until I saw the gate of Hogwarts, and the principals McGonagall and Hagrid waiting at the gate.

"Please take me to see my son." Drake was slightly panting when he spoke.

"...Please come with me, Mr. Malfoy." Principal McGonagall might want to say something, but facing a father who lost his only son, what else can she say?

They boarded Hagrid's Thestral carriage, which Draco hadn't sat in for 20 years, but at this moment he had no time to miss or feel emotion, just because of the slowness of the Thestral carriage—in his opinion— And anxious.

The car stopped at the gate of Hogwarts Castle, and it happened to be class time, so no students noticed his arrival.

After jumping off the Thestral's carriage, he continued to run, and Principal McGonagall only had time to call out "medical wing" before running after Draco.And Draco didn't even stop to wait for the elderly lady, but just ran towards the medical wing.

Until, Draco saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, standing at the door of the hospital wing, with his little scorpion lying in it...

This was the first time Potter dodged Draco's eyes. Although Ron Weasley stared at him with angry eyes as always, he was obviously not as confident as before.

But Draco just glanced over them, the only thing that bothered him now was his son.

Madam Pomfrey, who was still in charge of the medical wing, came out, but 20 years had made the queen even older, and her red and swollen eyes and messy white hair made her look extremely haggard.

"Mr. Malfoy, please come with me."

"..." Draco closed his eyes because he felt a little dizzy for a while.

"Malfoy!" Someone called him, it could have been Potter, it could have been Weasley, but what did it matter?

Drake followed Madam Pomfrey into the medical wing, but it was only a dozen or so steps at most.

Scorpius, his little scorpion, was lying on the hospital bed with his fingers crossed on his chest, with a calm and gentle expression, as if he was asleep...

Drake knelt beside the hospital bed, his blue-gray eyes were a little out of focus, and it took about 5 minutes before he moved again.He hugged his son, kissed his forehead like he used to kiss sleeping sons, and lifted him out of the bed and out of the hospital wing.

"Mr. Malfoy, before you came, we did some... processing." Principal McGonagall said the word with difficulty. After all, what they "processed" was not a thing or a livestock, but a 12-year-old child. Even if he had become a corpse, "so that Mr. Malfoy Jr. would look..."

Draco's eyeballs turned stiffly and even sluggishly, and then turned to Principal McGonagall's direction: "Thank you very much, Principal McGonagall. Then, I wonder if I can take my son home?" He used It was still Malfoy's characteristic coloratura aria, and it sounded as if his son's death had no effect on the fancy platinum aristocrat...

"Of course, of course." Principal McGonagall nodded, "I will be responsible for this matter and resign as the principal."

"Principal McGonagall, the accident that happened to my son is indeed regrettable, but it was just an accident. You are a good principal, and you shouldn't treat yourself so harshly because of an accident."

"No, no! I should be responsible, I..." Drake's tone was full of sincerity, but his sincerity did not make Principal McGonagall feel better.

"Can I... take my son and leave, Ms. Principal?" The coloratura was gone, and Draco's voice was flat and weak, like a patient.

"Yes, of course, Mr. Malfoy." Principal McGonagall pursed his lips, stopped talking and got out of the way.

So Draco turned around, hugged his "sleeping" son tightly, and strode away.

"Malfoy!" Someone shouted again, but Draco didn't even look back, "What is he?! What is this?!"

"Ron! What are you doing?!"

It was clear now that it was Ron Weasley who called, and he looked like he wanted to rush up and do something, but Harry held him around the waist, preventing him from doing anything.

"Damn it!" Draco had disappeared, and Ron finally calmed down. He covered his face with his hands and squatted on the ground.

"It's our fault." Harry panted slightly, and he put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Crazy Malfoy! Why doesn't he make noise! ​​I'd rather fight him!"

Harry's lips moved, but in the end he just sighed, and didn't say anything to his friend, but looked at Headmaster McGonagall, whom he had never seen even in the most difficult period of the Dark Lord's return. This is what this strong lady looks like—her lips are pursed tightly, her hands are clasped with such force that her knuckles are a little white, and...she's shaking.

"It's not your fault, Headmaster. You don't need to resign." Harry comforted Headmaster McGonagall.

"Somebody's responsible, in every sense of the word. Go see the boys, Harry, Ron, they're .

Decades ago, when their parents' parents were still in Hogwarts, a few students led one of their classmates to a werewolf who couldn't control himself when the moon was full.

Decades later, a few more children led their classmates to some other monster.But this time, no one pulled back the classmate who was walking toward the monster...

"Draco!" Before Drake came back, Astoria had been sitting on the sofa in the reception room waiting, she kept telling herself that the letter was just a seemingly realistic but ridiculous prank, but it was obviously not Can't make it easier for him.Therefore, when Draco opened the door, he still saw his wife with a pale face and cold sweat.

"Merlin! Merlin!" Astoria stood up tremblingly, because she saw that her husband did not come back alone, and she couldn't help crying while calling Merlin.She covered her mouth and walked over with tears in her eyes, "Tell me, he is sleeping, or he is just injured...Draco..."

She wanted to touch Scorpius' face, but she was afraid, afraid of waking their son, or...touching the last thing she wanted, like, death!

"Astoria..." Draco looked at his wife and shook his head.

Astoria froze for a moment, and then she screamed, a scream accompanied by whimpering!She covered her mouth and took two steps back, and finally fainted on the ground...

Draco looked at his tear-stained wife, he closed his eyes and looked up, took a deep breath, and at the same time, a tear rolled down his cheek.

He was going to prepare for the funeral, and Draco sat behind the desk in the study with his face covered, he didn't know what to do.Not overwhelmed by grief, but because it was, after all, his first funeral - as for the deaths of his father and mother, they had no funerals...

At that time, he could only watch from the side, watching the guards levitate his father with the levitation spell. He begged them that he could dig his father's tomb, but all he got was ridicule and sarcasm.Then, before his eyes, they threw his father off the cliff, and he saw his pale and emaciated father fall to pieces on the reef, and finally disappeared in the wind and waves...

All this is because the dead Death Eaters can only be "buried" in Azkaban, and as family members, when they show enough "sincerity" of repentance, they can only be allowed to watch the "funeral", but not any intervention.

Therefore, in the Malfoy family cemetery, the positions of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy will always be empty...

The passing of the only son made the last images of those fathers emerge from the depths of memory.Draco forced himself to wake up from the horrific sight, and then, he heard the elf's scream!

"Master! Ma'am! It's Ma'am..." Nana, the elf, appeared in front of Drake amidst the blast, with tears in her big eyes, and she pointed tremblingly in the direction of the master bedroom on the second floor.

Before the elf could finish talking about what happened, Draco rushed out of the study and headed for the second floor.But it was too late, all he saw was his wife's still warm body...

The dizziness made Draco stagger back uncontrollably until his back hit the door frame.

So, now, as if the war had just ended, is he the only one left in this empty mansion?

A few days later, the funeral of Scorpius Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass Malfoy.

Few people attended the funeral, even though Pansy, Blaise and Gore, who had heard the news, all rushed back from abroad, there were still very few people.Unexpectedly, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley also came to the funeral, but they obviously didn't fit in with the others.

The entrance to the catacombs opened, and after placing two coffins, one large and one small, it closed again...

Most of the Slytherins left after a few words of comfort, not because their feelings were weak, but because they understood that at this time, the sad father needed to be alone.

There are two non-Slytherins here, though.

"Malfoy, we're here to apologize." Harry and Ron stood in front of Draco apologetically.

"I accept your apologies." Draco nodded to Harry and Ron, and then... there was a weird and awkward silence.

"Don't be weird, Malfoy!" Ron couldn't bear the silence at first, he stepped forward and grabbed Draco by the front.

"Ron! Don't do this!" Harry also rushed to break Ron's hand, but in the end it only made Ron hold him tighter, "Ron!"

"Aren't you a Slytherin, aren't you a Malfoy? You look like a Hufflepuff now!"

"Then what do you... want from me, Weasley?" Draco was obviously shaken uncomfortably, with his eyes closed, he asked feebly.

The author has something to say: I...I am my own mother...

PS: Xiaolong...he is not young now - 37 years old...and has experienced a lot, he is no longer the original Xiaolongbao.So it is definitely not a "weak" small character...he is actually...strong PS2: there may be children...Actually, I am still struggling to have children or not...