Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

"Stay here and rest. I will take care of this matter."

The command-like sentence was concise and direct, which was out of tune with his usual slow and steady style.

But Draco understood that this meant that the situation could not be delayed any longer.

Come to the fireplace and slowly sit down.

Before Severus even stepped out of the door, he suddenly spoke meaningfully.

There was a rare hint of blame in his tone.

"Next time, don't disobey Voldemort so easily."

"Unless you have an absolutely cautious approach and are sure of not being discovered."

Severus finished, looking at himself in solemn silence.

I know that all these instructions are only for my own safety.

He nodded and agreed obediently.

"I'll be more careful."

What was not said was that after the standoff in the corridor on the second floor,

Perhaps he would never find another reason to go against Voldemort's will.

Severus narrowed his eyes again.

He seemed to want to say something, but could only sigh deeply.

As the man in the dark robe stepped out of the cellar door, Draco vaguely heard him whisper with a hint of anger.

"You better keep your promise, Dumbledore."

-

I thought waiting alone would be unbearable.

But the quiet cellar and the woodpile,

Instead, it brought me precious peace in the past few months.

Listening to the soft and crisp sound of firewood,

The image of Harry before he left suddenly appeared in front of his tired and sore eyes.

Not being able to feel my own emotions,

My mind is always on the figure involved in the mysterious department.

Unsure if he would ever face Voldemort again,

It's not certain whether he can escape death again.

But it is certain that this time,

It was he who unintentionally sent Harry into the clutches of Voldemort.

Thinking of this, he stood up anxiously.

Waves of anxiety surged in my heart, and I tried hard to convince myself.

Pacing back and forth can slow down the progression of nightmare thoughts throughout your body.

Every time there is a sound of wind or a night cry,

He jumped up in shock as if an electric current had surged through him, and turned around to stare at the cellar door.

Looking forward to Severus stepping through the door and telling me that everything is fine.

He was also afraid that Severus would appear, and it would be too late to tell him to intervene and help.

Just let time flow like boiling water, burning yourself as it disappears.

In a trance, I seemed to see myself standing in the auditorium.

Listening to Professor Dumbledore walking up to the podium, his weakened voice no longer able to speak with wisdom -

"Please remember Harry Potter."

She kept clenching her arms, and from time to time she let her fingertips entwine and twist,

Seeing the anxiety in his heart, he used his fingernails to press black bruises on the back of his hand.

-

I can't remember how much time had passed, I just knew I had added two rounds of firewood.

The cellar door suddenly slammed open.

He turned around and almost sprained his neck, and found that it was not Severus who walked in.

It was the tall figure who had left school for more than a month.

Professor Dumbledore walked in hurriedly, and Draco felt relieved immediately.

His long beard does not reveal his age, and his face is majestic and awe-inspiring.

It was not until this moment that Draco completely believed it.

Why is the old headmaster hailed as the most powerful wizard in the world today and the only person Voldemort is afraid of?

But the moment their eyes met, Draco clearly felt that

Beneath Dumbledore's bright appearance, the old headmaster hides fatigue, old age and regretful sadness.

The mood that had just been put at ease was raised again.

"I must thank you, Draco."

"You did something very noble."

While he was still stunned, Professor Dumbledore had already walked up to him.

Two large hands gently pressed on his shoulders, and he spoke sincerely and heavily.

I was in no mood to take his thanks.

Just because of the sadness and anxiety in Dumbledore's eyes.

I was afraid that the first thing he said would be bad news.

The internal organs seemed to have been cut away and dislocated as if they had disappeared.

"H... Potter... he..."

He stammered and couldn't form a complete sentence.

As Dumbledore's head slowly shook, he was able to start breathing again.

"A lot has happened, Draco. But Harry is safe."

"This is going to be very, very hard on you. I'm sorry."

"I hope you remember our lesson and don't forget love."

Dumbledore finished speaking without waiting for his response.

He took out the pocket watch with complicated hands and walked out quickly.

"professor!"

She turned back at Draco's call, her eyes somewhat confused.

He seemed puzzled as to why he had to ask in such a hurry.

"I'm sorry, but..."

"Is everyone safe?"

The eyes behind the half-moon glasses flashed sharply as Draco asked.

He looked at himself with great seriousness.

Draco felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, and didn't know how to react.

Professor Dumbledore suddenly and unexpectedly laughed heartily.

"very good."

"When Gellert told me, I was a little hesitant."

"Now, I'm just thankful that that will be you."

Once again, I was puzzled by the old principal's inappropriate and unpredictable behavior.

The confused expression was replaced by a kindness that concealed his sadness.

"Professor Snape is on his way. He will tell you."

He took a step forward and then stopped, speaking slowly and earnestly.

"Remember, tonight, you made the right decision."

"None of this is your fault."

After saying that, he stepped out of Severus' office.

He closed the door behind him and left himself in the cellar.

Fortunately, the wait was not long this time.

But the information Severus brought was just like a series of curses.

"Sirius is dead."

Still trying to understand what this means.

The next sentence, however, made him lose consciousness in an instant.

"Many Death Eaters were severely injured and arrested."

"Lucius————"

I just heard my father's name, but before I could hear the second half of his words, everything in front of me was already dark.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but in the dark space, I vaguely felt someone supporting me.

With the help of Severus, he slowly regained his vision.

Then I saw clearly that I had fallen to the ground without knowing when.

"Dad, he..."

The tears kept flowing, and the tears that rolled down my chin caused a sharp pain.

I was shocked to realize that I had sustained injuries when I fell to the ground.

Severus' eyes were filled with reluctance.

He raised his wand and chanted a spell softly.

"Lucius is fine. He's been taken to Azkaban."

"There are no Dementors there anymore, he will find a way to leave soon."

While explaining comfort calmly, heal himself at the same time.

"Voldemort was very disappointed in Lucius."

"Mom, she..."

"Narcissa is fine, she's not a Death Eater."

"Voldemort is unwilling to completely break with the Malfoys."

Severus said, pausing.

"But he's likely to use his ill will on you."

"The older generation of Death Eaters would love to see you lead the Malfoy family to destruction."

Listening to Severus' words, he was secretly alert.

But my tired mind was unable to think any more at this moment.

After many twists and turns, we are back to the original question.

"Sirius what—"

Severus closed his eyes and chose his words carefully.

"Your conjecture is quite correct."

"The Order of the Phoenix realized it was a trap and quickly set out to rescue Harry."

"Sirius should have stayed behind, but he was too impulsive. It has nothing to do with you."

I was very careful, but I still couldn't get around my own thoughts.

So, Professor Dumbledore had to emphasize that it was not his fault, right?