[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

The corridor on the second floor was very quiet, only the laughter and laughter from the hall downstairs could be faintly heard, and the distant soft music that seemed to come from the clouds.

The boots made no sound when they stepped on the thick carpet. The red-haired youth walked through the doors calmly and came to the gorgeous door of the lounge.

Raising his right hand, he pushed open the door lightly, and the warm soft light of the wall lamp poured in, casting a faint white mark in the room.

Near the window, a large armchair is still hidden in the darkness, the moonlight slanting from the window is reflected on it, as if dyed with a layer of silver halo, the long shadow is cut off by the light, A dividing line with sharp contrast between light and dark is formed under his feet.

He closed the door behind his back, and looked at the black-haired young man with his head propped on one hand, leaning against the chair and closing his eyes to sleep.

"Lord." Percy stepped forward slowly, and stopped a step away from the chair. Before the man opened his eyes, he carefully observed his expression under the moonlight, " Scott Abbott is downstairs and wants to see you, look—”

"Let him come tomorrow."

The black-haired young man spoke lightly, without even raising his eyelids, as if he didn't think it was a big deal to leave the popular candidate for the next Minister of Magic aside.

"Yes."

Percy responded, but didn't leave. His eyes glanced at his slightly thin shirt, and it hung down obediently.

"Is there anything else?" Harry finally glanced at him, put his hands down, and leaned back lazily.

"Narcissa Malfoy's body is about to fail, and I hope to see you before she dies." Percy lowered her head slightly and said calmly.

There was silence in the lounge. After a while, Harry stood up against the cold armrest, "I'll go and have a look—you go to Black's ancestral house and inform Sirius."

Percy immediately took the windbreaker that was on the side, shook it off lightly, and put it on him. When his fingers accidentally touched the back of his cold hand, he couldn't help frowning.

His lips moved, but he didn't say anything, quietly watching the person in front of him disapparate and disappear under the cold moonlight.

The bedroom was warmly and elegantly furnished, completely different from the gorgeous and dazzling style in the manor. Narcissa leaned on the soft pillow, her pale palm was gently held by the platinum-haired young man kneeling beside the bed, listening Hearing the sound of the door opening, a faint smile rose from the corners of his bloodless lips.

"Mr. Potter." Her voice was soft and hoarse, and her breath was weak, "Thank you very much for coming, can I talk to you alone?"

"Mother—" Draco called out in an unsteady tone, his usually indifferent and calm gray-blue eyes were suppressing deep and heavy grief.

In the last time of my mother's life, I didn't want to be separated from her, not even for a second.

"Be obedient, Xiaolong, just for a while." Narcissa squeezed his hand with such slight force that she could hardly feel it, and there was a soft pleading look in her eyes.

Draco closed his eyes, took her palm and touched it to his lips, and after putting it down carefully, he stood up slowly, "Okay."

He turned around, lowered his head, and bowed slightly to the approaching Harry, "Lord."

Harry nodded lightly, and when he passed him, his eyes stayed for a moment at the corners of those slightly red eyes, and then moved away indifferently.

The young head of the Malfoy family straightened up slowly, with a strong composure on his face, barely concealing the embarrassment and pain in his eyes, and left the room step by step without looking back.

The door was closed, and Harry stood still in front of the bed, looking down at the woman whose life had come to an end in front of him.

Since Lucius Malfoy passed away, she seemed to have been emptied of her soul and vitality, and she was withering and thinning day by day. Even if she still cared about her only son, it only allowed her to hold on for so many years.

"Mr. Potter," after a hasty call, Narcissa pressed her chest and coughed a few times, a morbid blush appeared on her pale face, and her eyes were astonishingly bright as she looked at him, "You once promised me a Wish, do you still count?"

"of course."

Harry had originally come here for this, and when this lady risked her life to cover up for him in front of Voldemort, even if it was just to save his own child, he had to accept it.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Narcissa took a breath tremblingly, and begged in a mournful voice: "If, if you really, it is impossible to respond to Draco again, please let him go—"

Harry stared at her for a while, his eyes became colder and colder, and finally he smiled softly, "You don't seem to understand the situation, Narcissa, from the beginning to the end, he couldn't leave me."

Narcissa's slender eyelashes trembled, and her complexion turned pale again, "But you never really refused."

"Why should I refuse?" Harry asked suspiciously, "A Malfoy who awakened the blood of the moon elves for me will not change his mind, will not resist, and will not betray, he is still so powerful and excellent—"

Narcissa's eyes widened in shock, her lips trembled, "You know?!"

"The Potions master who supplied him with the suppressing potion is mine," Harry sighed softly, somewhat distressed, "you see, I can't even introduce him to everyone to avoid embarrassment. "

Listening to his understated complaints, Narcissa trembled uncontrollably all over, and suddenly turned her head to cough violently.

Harry bent down slightly, put one hand on her shoulder, and patted her on the back lightly, "Narcissa, I originally thought that you are not the kind of person who makes up his own mind for his own good."

Narcissa finally breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured hoarsely: "You know how much he loves you, and never let you go...for so many years...you know..."

"So much that he would rather take the suppressant potion every month than tell me anything?" Harry raised the corners of his lips without emotion, and praised in a low voice, "As a Malfoy, they are determined to be cruel to themselves. It’s really a consistent determination.”

Thinking of her deceased husband, Narcissa had a look of embarrassment on her face, "It's not very gentlemanly to lift a lady's scar."

Harry raised an eyebrow at her less respectful tone, but didn't bother.

He is always more tolerant than usual when it comes to a mother who truly loves her child.

"I understand his choice, really," Harry whispered in her ear, with a tolerant and conniving attitude, "giving all his heart to a moody, cruel man who will be judged by justice at any time." The big villain overthrown by the people, and may even bear the bad reputation of bewitching the Dark Lord and selling himself for glory, for Malfoy, who has always been shrewd and smooth, it is really not a good deal."

He pressed the shivering Narcissa's shoulders, and there was an obvious happy smile in his tone, "Of course, he obviously chose to let go, but he couldn't control himself from being secretly happy or in pain because of my every move." , and really, really funny—you know, there are very few things that amuse me so much.”

"No! It's not what you think! It's all my idea, it's me!"

Narcissa grasped his wrist with all her strength, and her voice became fierce and sharp uncontrollably, "It's because I just lost Lucius, and I'm worried that he will repeat the same mistakes! I'm afraid that you will use him to win over the former Death Eaters. He didn’t go to the appointment that day because he was afraid of your harsh methods of revenge against the Ministry of Magic, but because I got the news that Aurors were going to besiege you and didn’t want him to accompany you to die, so I tried every means to trip him up!”

"You can hate me if you want to—"

Mrs. Malfoy, who has always been noble and elegant, and can be called a model of a lady in the wizarding world, is tearing at him and crying, "Please, Mr. Potter, please...don't do this to him, don't say such things to him... ...he can't stand this, not a word of it..."

"But in the end it is he who makes the decision, not you."

The faint smile on the corner of Harry's mouth disappeared bit by bit. After a long silence, he took out a handkerchief and handed it over expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Would you hate it? It's too serious to say it." , I don't need to make trouble with my capable subordinates over some old things."

Such a nonchalant attitude hurts more than hatred. Narcissa's face turned ashen, and she stared blankly at the hand he stretched out in front of her.

"Besides, you always seem to make the worst decisions at inappropriate times." Harry stuffed the handkerchief into her hand and asked sarcastically, "Are you sure you want me to say no to him? After the death of his only relative after?"

Narcissa's heart twitched violently, "No—"

Harry quietly looked at her expression of pain and near collapse, only felt that there was a emptiness in his heart, neither because of the grief and pain because of mentioning those unbearable past events, nor because of seeing the person in front of him showing such regret express any emotion of joy or relief.

Everything he lost, everything he missed, those things that once made him weak but also made him happy, have been washed away by time beyond recognition, or in other words, the one that has become beyond recognition is himself.

"You saved me, Narcissa, no matter what it was for, I shouldn't make you feel uneasy about leaving." Harry said slowly, with a lost tone that he hadn't seen in a long time, " But until now, if I say forgive, can you be relieved? The person who makes you feel sorry and regret has never been me. "

"If I say love, will you believe it? Even I don't know if I still have that kind of thing."

"I just beg you, don't let him be like his father, who never got any warmth from the one he loves until his death." Narcissa begged tremblingly with thin hope in her eyes, "Please, don't let him be like his father." When he is about to collapse, even if it is deception, give him some hope enough to keep him going."

Who ever gave me—

A trace of cold unwillingness and anger suddenly arose in Harry's heart, and the countless emotions in the dark green eyes were turbulent, and slowly turned into a stillness like stagnant water.

"I promise."