Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Here is the dream:

Watching life gradually slip away in my pupils,

I found that I could no longer feel the warmth and breath around me.

The bruised and battered body in front of him slowly stopped trembling.

The once bloody, hot red blood on her shoulder-length silver-gray hair had condensed into a dirty black.

The cracked and pale lips tried to open and close, but the broken body could no longer make any sound.

I must have squatted down unconsciously, and only then was I suddenly able to put my ear close to the moving lips.

But I still couldn't hear a word.

He turned his head eagerly, and the moment our eyes met,

Feeling the dead knuckles gently caressing my cheek.

The blood in the room numbed my heart.

The fear that had been gnawing at the soul not long ago also froze.

Until from the depths of the dark corner, waves of hollow echoes came.

"Sirius is all I have left."

"what will you do?"

"If I want to muster up the courage, I can..."

"Sister, if possible, could you help me pass this on to Sirius?"

"I hope he won't just have disgust anymore."

The knuckles that were caressing me just a moment ago instantly turned into dry bones.

The female corpse in front of him was instantly filled with endless blood, which swept across the devastated room.

The dark red sea tide surged towards him.

When I came to my senses, the white gauze nightgown was stained with a slightly sticky crimson.

He found that half of his body was soaked in blood, and the back of his neck was aching from fear.

The original body was long gone.

Floating in the sea of ​​blood were three familiar bodies, slowly flowing by in the blood.

When passing each other, he recognized the first two cold and rotten bodies.

It was the little cousin whom he had never met, and Sirius Black who was killed by him.

But the moment the third figure slid towards him, his chest burst violently.

Before he could even open his mouth, the screaming had already cut through his flesh and blood, dissecting his increasingly emaciated body.

Only half of the round-frame glasses remained, and the lenses were broken.

The scar that was supposed to be in the shape of a lightning bolt split the head.

I didn't realize when I cried till my voice became hoarse.

I only found that the blood stains on the robe were much lighter after being washed away by tears.

The dead man, who seemed to be at a loss and trembling violently and could no longer speak, suddenly stood up.

The bloody whites of the eyes obscured the emerald green pupils.

The skin was cracked and hurt due to excessive vibration.

Through hazy eyes, I saw the standing dead person approaching me.

The skull that pierced through the skin slowly moved up to the forehead and stabbed himself.

I felt a trace of warm blood seeping into my eyes, turning the crystal tears into tears of blood.

But he was still unwilling to push away the smelly corpse.

Until whispers come that should no longer be heard,

I found myself finally losing control and breaking down in a scream—

"Is this okay?"

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He suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and let the hot air fill his body.

Just when I thought I was about to be devoured, I slowly realized that I had escaped from the nightmare.

Deep in the throat, there was a stinging sensation due to the rapid breathing.

She blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to confirm that she was still in the boudoir and that she was still in bed.

He pressed his right palm lightly on his chest, his heart beating so fast under his palm that it almost jumped out of his chest.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his left hand, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

After a long time, he slowly got out of bed.

I held the magic wand tightly in my hand, even in my sleep,

Trying to cast a spell silently on the silk nightgown,

Then he turned the tip of the stick towards the quilt cover and sheets that were soaked with sweat.

Fortunately, I saw that the clothes and bedding were clean and tidy again.

I was glad that I didn't have to say the perfectly normal cleaning spell.

After that day, every night would go by like this.

After checking the door, he found that the protective spell Severus had taught him was not broken.

Then he slowly let out a breath.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, bent over, and covered his face with his hands.

The wand was still tightly held in the palm of his hand, pressed against his cheek, and his body and hair were shaking.

He looked at the door again, confirmed that everything around him was fine, and gently put down his wand.

With his arms around his shoulders, it seems that

It can add some warmth to myself who is suffering from stomach coldness and gallbladder aches.

But it still stays in front of my eyes, and all the things in my dream emerge in my mind.

I know it in my heart, it is so deeply engraved in my mind,

It’s not that the nightmare is too vivid, but the cruel reality that I have experienced in my memory.

Under the forced oppression of brain occlusion, there is nowhere to vent,

While your mind is resting, they quietly strike back and infringe upon your right to rest in peace.

Still couldn't stop the chills and shivering.

A hint of coldness slid across her fair and tender cheeks, and tears fell involuntarily once again.

Understanding does not come from fear, nor does it come from pain, but from loneliness.

It's just that my heart is constantly compressed with emotions and locked with thoughts.

It became too heavy, dragging down the overly tired body.

Only in the quiet night of the boudoir, in the last few inches of safe and secure pure land,

Allow yourself a moment to put down your wand and disarm yourself.

I was no longer able to stop the tears I had been holding back for the past six months from flowing out.

I once thought that time would slowly make me forget the memories of the past few years.

But I never thought that life would suddenly disappear before my eyes.

It can so brutally enhance the power of time.

At least, that's the case when one is conscious.

Harry Potter seemed to be just another name of a target in Voldemort's mouth.

Sometimes, like now, I am alone in my room,

When I close my eyes and see the scene again, I feel panic.

I will try to find the boy who could bring me warmth and shyness with just a thought of love.

But such subconscious pursuit only made my thoughts go blank.

With despair, I recalled all the handwritings that could be connected to Harry.

It had vanished the night Voldemort returned.

I hugged the pillow tightly and buried my face deeply in the tenderness with the fragrance of hair.

After that day, I allowed myself to secretly indulge in thoughts every night.

Even though I know this is a luxury that comes with great risks, I still find it hard to extricate myself.

Know that this is not just selfish greed.

In the days to come,

Facing the threats and pressures from Voldemort, this is the only support and redemption one can have in one's heart.

As long as Harry keeps fighting, Voldemort will eventually be destroyed.

Just like that day, the wizard who I had never met before gave me the final advice.

As long as he gritted his teeth and held on, he could always protect his family after Voldemort's defeat.

As for the aching feeling in lovesickness,

I have long been accustomed to convincing myself and pretending to have forgotten.

It's like pretending to have forgotten your patronus and why you cut your hair.

Even that day, I warned myself so clearly,

The longing that is engraved deeply in the heart may be unforgettable in this life.

I hugged the pillow tightly and tossed and turned.

Difficulty falling asleep and fear of insomnia.

Until the dawn light came in, and my mother's voice was heard outside the door.

Although it was just a gentle call of "Draco", it was a reminder day after day.

Before stepping out of the room, he concentrated silently.

Just to make sure I have successfully armed myself in terms of my mood and thoughts,

Also make sure that everything that happens in the middle of the night is once again locked deep in your heart.