[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco hid behind the beech tree and watched from a distance, until night fell and all the visitors left, he canceled the invisibility spell and came out.

He walked to the front of the tombstone and narrowed his eyes slightly, condescending.

After a long time, he stretched out his right hand, clenched his hand into a fist in mid-air, and let go... Then he continued to move forward without any hesitation.The cold touch was transmitted back accurately along the fingers immediately.He looked at the golden epitaph, his eyes became more and more cold——

Severus Snape, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry 1960-1997, died at the age of 37. Brave and unyielding soul, Harry.Porter.

Heh - brave and unyielding soul - Draco withdrew his hand and sneered gracefully.

At this time, there was a sudden humming in the dead air.Draco looked back alertly at the same time, the wand appeared in his right hand instantly, and the light gray eyes narrowed dangerously the next moment.At the foot of the line of sight, behind the beech tree where he was hiding, a corner of the black magic robe was revealed, and then there was the face of a wizard who occupied the front page of the "Daily Prophet" for a week, and the iconic hair. Forever messy black hair.

"Saint Potter." Draco snorted coldly, put away his wand and at the same time withdrew his gaze, and refocused it on the pure black tombstone.He called him the same as many years ago, and even the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth has not changed at all, even though the wizard behind him has become the real savior of the magic world.

Behind the beech tree, the wizard hesitated for a moment, then reached out to scratch the messy hair on his forehead before finally coming out.

"He'll be happy..." The young Minister for Magic hesitantly approached Draco a little closer, "Professor, I mean, Professor Snape. I guess he'd be glad you came to see him, Malfoy." After receiving Draco's obviously hostile glance, he took a deep breath and walked two steps straight to Draco's side, "After all, you are the professor's favorite student, the only godson." He said explain.

Draco didn't speak, nor looked up.Silence spread through the air.After an unknown amount of time, Harry took another breath and shook his right hand vigorously as if he had made some difficult decision.

"Three years, Malfoy...Three years." He looked up at Draco's pale side face, "Where have you been these three years?"

Where did you go?

Draco paused, raising an eyebrow in surprise to look at Harry for the first time.The seriousness in the man's eyes made Draco feel absurd and...and at a loss for a moment.

at a loss...

Draco lowered his eyes.

He lost everything in the war three years ago, the pride of his parents, family, and Slytherin... His eyes subconsciously fell to his left arm hanging on the side, and Draco clenched his fists.Although that mark had disappeared with the Dark Lord's total defeat, it still couldn't erase the fact that he had been a Death Eater.

"Yeah, where the hell have you been, huh, Malfoy?" Harry looked anxious, "I, I mean we're all looking for you. People from the Ministry of Magic said that Mr. Malfoy and husband..." He closed his mouth abruptly. Literally, because of Draco's fierce green eyes.

"I'm sorry Malfoy..." Harry took a small step back and then took a big step forward, "But where the hell have you been?" The savior was as stubborn as ever.

Draco fell silent again, his light gray eyes gleaming as he stared at the tombstone.

Silence is like a virus, spreading again.The sun gradually sank, and the sky on the other side of the tombstone was dyed a fire-like color, while on this side, it was raining, making everything around it look foggy.

Several times, Harry tried to break the silence, but failed each time.He was too focused - Draco.Malfoy's eyes and expression seemed to be the only ones in the world with him and that cemetery.until--

"Draco!" Harry suddenly yelled, eyes widening.As far as the eye could see, a dazzling green light penetrated the thin chest of the wizard beside him and reflected on the pure black marble tombstone.

What Draco saw instead was a panic-stricken savior - trying to hold onto his body while frantically waving his wand behind him.

Where did you go?

--escape.

He answered with his mouth.

The "former" Death Eater who was proved innocent by the savior and inherited all the property of Malfoy for generations, where can he go?What a stupid question.

Draco laughed silently, his tense body completely relaxed and he let himself slide to the ground, away from Potter's hand, and leaned against the cold tombstone behind him.

……

Maybe a second, maybe a century, first the trembling eyelashes, then the light gray eyes that opened, and then——

A screaming Myrtle, a panicked Potter kneeling like a fool, Harry.Porter.

This was the second time he'd seen a panicked Potter all day, Draco thought jokingly, but this one was noticeably younger than the previous one.

But he is obviously dead, the hallucination after death?Or is this the original scene of hell?

As far as the eye can see, there are splashes of sewage, blown garbage cans, smashed wall lamps... plus a panicked Potter and a screaming Myrtle... Draco suddenly felt a pain in his head— —

Ha, what a similar scene.On the Friday before the sixth grade Quidditch Cup final, in Myrtle's bathroom, he was hit by a "sharp" by Potter!

At this moment, he could still clearly feel the loss of blood in his body, which mixed with his body temperature into the dirty sewage in the bathroom.

Is it—

he is not dead? !

He is back? !

Sent back four years by an Avada Kedavra? !Is it Merlin who feels that what he has endured is not enough, and he needs to go back to the moment when the disaster started and endure it all over again? !

No!how come? !

He was suffocated by everything around him and the strange thoughts that were beginning to fill his head, and he wanted Potter to go away and Myrtle to shut up, but all he could do was close his eyes and wait.If, if that's the case—the originally weak heart began to stir restlessly—then, it won't be long before someone will come and push open the dirty, dilapidated door, a minute or a few seconds.

Just then, the door was pushed open with a bang.

Draco's nerves tensed all of a sudden, and he closed his eyes tightly so that no one would know that he was conscious.In just a second, he felt a wand swam over him, followed by the return of blood and body heat.Then, there was a rough hand, vigorously helping him to wipe off the dirt on his face, it really fucking hurt!

The eyelashes fluttered in disappointment, no matter what excuses were used to cover up, the body was always more honest than him.Draco wanted to laugh, but it looked more like crying.He heard Snape say to him—

"You need to go to the school hospital, there may be some scars, but if you use Baixian in time, maybe even the scars can be avoided..."

damn it!Go to the fucking hospital!Fuck Baixian!

Draco bit the tip of his tongue hard, the faint smell of blood kept him awake.He tried to shake Snape's reaching hand away, but the weakness knocked him off balance, and he staggered back into the blood and stains.The bright red blood splashed down the arm and onto the ground, blooming like red flowers in the sewage.

"Too childish, Mr. Malfoy, what you need now is a hospital." Draco heard Snape say this to him, his tone was cold, and he half dragged and half hugged him up, while he Powerless to refute, unable to resist, unable to even hook the corners of his lips, he fell into the darkness.