[HP] End of Death

The day of school is coming soon.

It was hard to imagine that time would pass so quickly. Harry felt that he was still worried about the outcome of the trial, who would become the prefect, and the future of the Order of the Phoenix, but he woke up early this morning. I'm dragging my suitcase to Hogwarts.

He hadn't slept soundly the night before, his parents kept coming back and forth in his dreams without saying a word; Mrs Weasley weeping over Kreacher's dead body, Ron and Hermione in their crowns Watching...he saw himself standing in an empty, dark corridor leading to a locked door.The scar prickled sharply, and Harry sat up to find Ron already dressed and talking to him:

"Come on, Harry, Mum's losing her temper - she says we'll probably miss the train."

They ran downstairs in a hurry, and the house was in chaos at this time, with shaking figures everywhere rummaging through boxes and boxes.Harry hurriedly finished breakfast while Hermione talked about the guards.

"...they say we need guards at King's Cross, Harry."

"Why?" Harry asked impatiently, "I think Voldemort is lurking now... do they think Voldemort is hiding behind some trash can looking for a chance to kill me?"

"I don't know, that's what Mad-Eye said anyway," said Hermione absently, looking at her watch. "If we don't start now, we're going to be late..."

They shoved the suitcases into the trunk of the rental car, and Harry struggled to squeeze Hedwig's cage into the only space available.At this time, a big black dog suddenly appeared beside him, wagging its tail at him.

"Oh, Sirius, Dumbledore says it's not okay—" cried Mrs. Weasley in despair, "Oh, forget it! You pay the consequences!"

But the big black dog barked happily and played around them.It pretended to chase a butterfly, and bit its own tail in circles, making Harry and the others laugh.To be honest, Sirius was suffocated after staying in the house these days, and Harry thought it would be nice to have such a chance to let go.

Finally the luggage was packed, and everyone hurriedly got into the car.The big black dog also jumped in through the window and lay on Harry's lap.

When they arrived at King's Cross Station, the time was almost up, Mrs. Weasley urged them to enter Platform Nine and Three Quarters, and Sirius also rushed in with them.

"Hey, Harry! What a dog!" exclaimed a tall boy beside the train.

"Thank you, Lee." Harry grinned and smiled, while Sirius wagged his tail excitedly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione bid farewell to them at the train entrance. He looked at the Weasleys, Lupine, Tonks, and Mad-Eye Moody standing not far away, feeling a little sad in his heart, but he didn't know why. Come.

Suddenly, he felt his shoulders sink, and Sirius jumped up, put his legs on his shoulders, and stuck out his tongue at him.

"Oh, Sirius, you've got to act more like a dog!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

"Goodbye!" The train started, and Harry waved to them vigorously from the open window, and Sirius ran after the train, making the people on the train laugh.

"Well, we can't stand here forever. We have to find the carriage." Fred said, he turned and dragged the box and left with George.

Harry turned his head to look at Ron and Hermione, both of whom looked awkward.He tentatively asked, "Shall we go to the carriage too?"

"Uh... well, Harry, Ron and I have to go to the prefect's carriage." Hermione and Ron looked at each other, and she said, scratching her hair.Ron wasn't looking at Harry, who seemed to be taking an unusual interest in the tip of his shoe.

"Ah, oh," said Harry, "yes, all right."

"I don't think we'll be staying there all the time," said Hermione quickly. "The letter says we're just going to take instructions from the Head Boy and Head Girl respectively, and then we'll walk the corridors from time to time."

"Okay," said Harry again, "then we - we'll see you later."

"Oh, no problem." Ron gave Harry a frightened, evasive look, "I - we'll be back soon, I don't want to go at all, I'd rather - I mean, I'm not Perry West." He said the last sentence firmly.

"I know you're not." Harry grinned.But when the two of them left, he still felt a sense of loneliness that was hard to ignore.You know, they used to sit together as three people.

Harry turned around and walked into an empty carriage next to him. He knelt on the soft bench and moved the suitcase to the luggage rack with great effort. He sat by the window and stared blankly into the distance.

There are mountains in the distance, and the thin mist is like a half-covered veil, revealing a blue-black outline in the floating.The sun has painted a bright golden paint above the clouds and fog, while below are the ripples of sea waves in different shades of gray. The strong contrast makes it difficult to take your eyes off.

Harry stared at the majestic clouds for a long time without moving, and his mind went blank.He didn't think about anything, and he didn't want to think about it. He seemed to hear someone opening the door of the carriage, but he didn't bother to pay attention.

At this moment, the nerves became extremely weak, and the whole body fell into a state of lazy paralysis, and even moving a finger would break the silence.

He felt the man coming to his side, and the breath was getting closer and closer. Harry finally turned his head slowly, but before he could see the man's face, he was blindfolded by a cold palm.

"Who? What are you doing—" The momentary darkness in his vision made Harry startled and angry, and he immediately came out of that drowsy state, like a drowning person rising to the surface.He was about to open the blindfolded hand when the man pushed him against the wall with all his strength, pressing his lips.

"Hmm..." Harry struggled, the kiss was brutal, urgent and without a hint of skill.The person asking for the kiss seems to just want to snatch his hottest breath and feel his most real softness. The tip of his tongue is constantly rubbing against his tongue coating, gums, and the upper wall of his mouth. Emotions are released.

His other hand climbed up to his body, stroking his waist and chest through the robe.Harry flinched sensitively, and his cold fingers pulled out the hem of his shirt that was tucked under his trousers, and stroked upwards along his waist, bit by bit, extremely ambiguous.

The shirt was pulled up to his chest, and the entanglement between his lips and teeth continued, and the saliva overflowed from his lips. Harry turned his face impatiently, half of the back of his head was pressed against the wall, and the other half was suspended above the glass. In front of the window, being suppressed more and more forcefully by the other party was painful.

The pain was unbearable, but it made it all the more profound. The rift-like pain that almost split his brain in two seemed to sear this crazy, taboo behavior deep into his body, Never forget it again.

He gradually relaxed his tense nerves and sank down with him.Blindfolded, listening to the wind blowing across the field, the golden light jumping in the distance shattered the mirror falling into the lake.

After an unknown amount of time, the man finally let go of him, and then pressed him into his arms tightly, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly, as if to prove something with this.None of them spoke, they could only hear each other's undulating breathing, entwined and separated.

"Draco, where have you been-" A girl shouted anxiously outside the door, followed by a series of footsteps getting closer, Harry subconsciously struggled, but the man hugged him even tighter up.

After a while, he let go of him, turned and opened the door and strode out.