[HP] Shh, it's a secret

The hunt for Potter ended in failure.When Draco followed the Death Eaters back to Malfoy Manor, their Master was already there - in the middle of the Great Hall, standing there silently, his yew wand turning ominously between his fingers with.The Death Eaters who arrived one after another walked to their designated positions with their heads lowered. No one dared to raise their heads. Even breathing became cautious. Anxiety and fear permeated the crowd.

"I smell guilt," Voldemort suddenly opened his mouth when every vacant seat had an occupant. He raised his hideous face and opened two slit-like nostrils to sniff. "There is a stench of guilt in the air." .”

Everyone trembled, it seemed that everyone wanted to back up, but they didn't dare to move.

"You let Harry Potter escape again, again. A failure, a disgraceful failure." Voldemort's cruel gaze flicked over everyone's heads. "I'm disappointed, yes, very disappointed."

No one spoke, no one dared to move.Suddenly, one of the crowd fell on the ground, crawling, shaking from head to toe.

"Master," he screamed, "Master, I killed one of them, I killed Mad-Eye Moody."

"Mulcibor, did you kill Mad-Eye Moody? What a feat." Voldemort sneered and raised his wand, "Crucio!"

Mulciber's screams of pain resounded immediately in the hall, and Voldemort, who was executed, closed his eyes and his distorted face seemed to be relieved from the screams.

"Draco," the Dark Lord opened his eyes and turned to the corner of the hall, "I've been told you're not trying your best...Is that so, Selwyn."

"Yes... is such a master." Selwyn, who was named, immediately knelt down, "When I was hunting the number one dangerous person, I was always disturbed, and Mr. Malfoy seemed unwilling to let the curse hit him. His old classmate, I had the chance several times, but..." He looked maliciously at Draco in the corner, and the eyes of most people present followed suit.

"Draco, what do you say, hmm?"

"Master," Draco raised his head, looking fearlessly into Voldemort's eyes, "I am doing my best to fulfill your orders."

"Lie!" Voldemort raised his wand, and a silvery band of light was drawn from the end of the wand.

Boom!The huge crystal chandelier from the living room ceiling fell to the floor without warning.There was a crackling of the crystal and the chain, hitting Draco's feet right at his feet, and for a split second, sparkling crystal shards flew everywhere.Draco's cheeks, neck and exposed arms were bleeding profusely.

There was a rustling sound from the crowd, and a few daring Death Eaters even snickered.

Draco ignored it.

"It could be Potter in that stupid motorcycle, the real Harry. Potter, and it turns out that's Potter himself, too, Master." He said, his voice over the All the noise, "Your request is to catch a jumping Potter, not a corpse. Only you are qualified to deal with him, and they... he, Selwyn and him, Sampak, As long as one of their death curses hits anyone in the sidecar... only me, master, only me... Unfortunately, my stun curse was dodged by that dirty half-blood giant, and only hit Potter's owl."

"He was making excuses, Malfoy, he was making excuses for the master!" Selwyn jumped up from the floor, "Afterwards, no one saw him again, and he gave up the mission."

All eyes turned to Draco again.

"Because of Lady Lesterledge, she was shot down," Draco stated calmly.Blood seeped into his eyes along the corner of his brow, and then overflowed and covered half of his face, making him look like a blood man, and he didn't raise his hand to wipe it off.

"Because of Mrs. Lestledge..." Voldemort repeated, his scarlet eyes fixed on Draco's so piercingly that several people nearby hurriedly looked away, as if worried that the murderous gaze would burn yourself.But Draco was unmoved, looking back calmly.After a moment, Voldemort laughed, "You and your aunt's bond is really amazing."

"No, master, not only because she is my aunt master." Draco said, "but also because of the strength of Mrs. Lesterledge, she is the best in the pure-blood team, and she is loyal to you. I deeply I really feel that she is useful to you and your cause, and of course I can't allow your power to suffer even the slightest loss for the sake of a Potter whose authenticity can't be confirmed at that time, I can't."

"Can't let my power suffer...you can't..." Voldemort laughed loudly, "very well Draco, no one can let the Dark Lord's power suffer. Well done Draco, have to Said that your performance reminded me of your grandfather, the man who was like a fox. Of course, your father. You see, how good and fascinating the pure blood heritage is, and this is what we want to guard must also be guarded."

Everyone is responding.

"Okay," Voldemort raised his hand, his voice restrained as if he had pressed the pause button, "I have already noted down your failure this time, and they are all scattered. Severus, go and take care of little Mr. Malfoy, he Might need a little magic potion. Wormtail stays."

In an instant, the Death Eaters were amnestied, and within ten seconds, only Voldemort and that little Wormtail Peter were left in the hall.Pedirou.

Draco clutched his brow, which was bleeding the most, and walked quickly up the stairs.The loss of excessive blood made his complexion extremely bad, as pale as a freshly painted wall.Snape caught up to him before he reached the room, and opened the door one step ahead of him, pushing him in.

"The pieces on the arm and neck need to be taken out, and some whitening and blood tonic," said Snape, and closed the door.

Draco sat down in the only armchair in the bedroom, feeling overwhelmed.I don't know if it's blood or sweat dripping down his cheeks, no matter what it is, it makes him feel cold all over.He closed his eyes and felt a magic wand moving over his wound, and the glass shards stuck in his flesh were picked out one by one, followed by the return of blood and body temperature.

This damn feeling, damn it!

Draco bit his lip hard, not daring to open his eyes, he was afraid that when he opened his eyes, he would see that damn bathroom again, that damn Potter and Myrtle.

"You're trembling, Draco," Snape said, sprinkling haemostatic powder on the wound, "It seems that I still overestimated you, thinking that you would be as calm, calm, and fearless as you just showed, at least Put it on for a few more minutes."

"I'm not pretending. Shaking? It's just bleeding," Draco said, eyes still closed.

Snape sneered.

"Naive boy, you are full of loopholes. But you should thank your Aunt Bella, your brain defense is still passable. Well, there is no one else here, drink the blood tonic."

"I'm not pretending!" Draco growled and opened his eyes. "It's you! It's always been you! Pretend to care about me and say 'no one else here'. My mother and you The spell had already expired the moment Dumbledore died. You are like today, and the last time I went to the Muggle streets to help hide... What is the purpose of such low-key, deliberately approaching? Are you afraid, are you Afraid that I would tell you about you, and then you would no longer be able to protect the son of the woman you love, aren't you?"

Snape stood up straight and condescended, his black eyes half-closed.

"Am I scared? Don't forget Draco, you have almost as much leverage on me as I have on you. You still have your mother, and I...protect him? Protect who? Protect a mortal..." Snape shut his mouth suddenly, bent down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair Draco was sitting on, so that their faces were less than a foot apart, "Do you think now, Draco , at this moment, who are the two of us afraid of?"

Draco swallowed hard, and Snape's breath sprayed straight into his face, making him uncomfortable, making him breathless, as if the air around him had been sucked out by someone's magic.He didn't speak, just stared blankly at the pair of eyes on the opposite side, he had never looked at this face so carefully before, it was greasy, sallow... and still had a fresh expression.He couldn't help himself to compare the face in front of him with the one that was once covered in blood——

In the corner of the screaming booth, leaning there, the dirty blood from the throat soaked the entire floor and had dried up and started to solidify, his hands were hanging powerlessly to the ground, his face was pale and lifeless, and those eyes, The only light in the depths of the black eyes has long since disappeared, and they have become completely dazed and empty... And from the direction of the castle, people's cheers celebrating victory can still be heard...

That was the first time Draco had faced the death of someone close to him, the first time.When he was looking for his parents in the crowd, he encountered death so unexpectedly and without warning, bloody, naked, naked.At that time, he was only 17 years old.

"No, stop using Legilimency on me, you scoundrel!" Draco jumped up when the tingling sensation hit his brain, shoved Snape away, and fell to his knees gasping for breath.

Snape was pushed and staggered, hitting the bed behind him.

"No Legilimency," he said quietly.

"No, there is! There is!" Draco yelled in pain.

Snape sneered and grabbed Draco's arm and lifted him off the floor.

"Look at what you look like now. You have been knocked down by yourself before you even started. Merlin gave you three years more than others, and let the dog eat it? I thought you grew up, and you are now Acting like a raped virgin... I have no doubt that Lucius and Narcissa would die of shame."

"No, you don't understand anything, you bastard!" Draco flung himself free from the restraints, drawing his wand.A flash of red light flashed across the closed room, brushed Snape's cheek, and hit the vase on the window sill.Then, the sound of the vase shattering was the only sound in the room.

silence.

The air was evacuated again.

Blood seeped from his cheeks, but Snape ignored it.After a long time, his lips moved, "It seems that our young Master Malfoy still needs some tranquilizers." He said, then turned and opened the door, and left without looking back.

As for Draco, the sound of the door being closed made his tense body and nerves finally relax, and he fell back to the floor again.

"Fear, fear..." He looked at his trembling hands and raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "...I was so scared to death. You won the godfather, you won."