[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

After the funeral, Draco seemed more and more silent.

The potion of glory could cover his pale and haggard face, but it couldn't cover his occasional vacant eyes.

Harry sometimes feels that what he sees is a butterfly struggling to fly under the storm, hit by the heavy rain with nowhere to hide, beautiful, fragile and embarrassed, as if it will break its wings and fall at any time, so what Things forced him to keep flying forward, even if he was exhausted and physically and mentally exhausted.

At this time, there will be two different voices constantly arguing and seesawing in the ears, making endless noise.

Let him suffer, let him despair, let him taste that he can no longer feel a trace of warmth, where there are sharp knives facing each other as far as his eyes can see, and only he can trust and rely on himself.

——give him a hug, give him a kiss, give him a space where he can take a breather, shelter from the wind and rain, even the current Harry Potter may only give him a little bit of softness and love that can be called Give him everything he wants, as long as he wants it.

Admit it, you still love him.

——Don't be stupid, how can you still love.

Does watching him suffer really give you pleasure?

--No.But at least I'm not the only one suffering.

When he felt a little restless because of this, he often couldn't help but think of what the principal had said to him.

"Have no mercy on the dead, Harry. Have mercy on the living, and above all, those who live without love..."

He didn't know how disappointed Dumbledore would be if he saw him now.

But he has been pushed to the top of the cliff, and if he takes a step back, he will be smashed to pieces together with those who are sheltered behind him. At that time, maybe everyone will cheer for the new hero, and no one will pity them.

This world cannot tolerate any weakness in him.

Sometimes he even thinks that if he really fell into the darkness completely like Voldemort, maybe it won't be so painful, and he can use any emotion as his stepping stone with peace of mind, and enjoy the crowding, trembling and panic of others without any burden .

But after all, he was still the Harry Potter who was deeply loved and bravely loved. He was not really so indifferent to Narcissa's explanation before his death, and he couldn't be completely cruel to that man.

All he needed was a little tolerance, a little care, a little tenderness, he said to himself that it was just to fulfill his promise, he carefully maintained a calm appearance, and accompanied Draco to gradually recover from the brink of collapse, Watching those gray-blue eyes reappear with vitality and brilliance.

On the day Scott Abbott successfully served as the Minister of Magic, Potter Manor held a grand celebration banquet. The official leader of the British wizarding community stood calmly and humbly behind Harry Potter, accepting everyone's congratulations.

Some people were stunned, some were angry, some were panicked, and there were pessimistic people who lamented that the Ministry of Magic had finally become the domain of the Dark Lord, tremblingly waiting for the advent of a new dark age.

depression?fear?Or another bloody feast of competing interests?

No one knows what the dark-haired youth on the throne will do.

After several months of silence, the Ministry of Magic began a drastic reform. The organization was streamlined, redundant staff were dismissed, and many freshmen appeared in important positions. Mostly full.

The "Daily Prophet" publicly solicited opinions on the revision of various laws and regulations. At the beginning, only some bold and young students wrote recklessly and criticized them. Until their letters were seriously answered by special personnel, more and more people dared to participate in the discussion. up.

In the magic world, there has been a charity organization that takes care of orphans and elderly people who have no one to look after.

The dark wizards running around Knockturn Alley were publicly besieged, and the scene was once very bloody.

Wizards with financial difficulties were told that the education department can apply for all reasonable expenses for their children's study in Hogwarts within seven years, and the medical department will subsidize most of the expenses for treatment after verifying their actual income.

Some people whose interests were violated tried to work together to kill all the behind-the-scenes drivers of the change. Early the next morning, their bodies were hung at the gates of their respective manors. bones.

……

So again and again, except for Harry's exceptionally calm subordinates, everyone's mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, ups and downs, uneasy, and when he was mentioned occasionally, they didn't know what expression to put on.

Revere and appreciate?He is not rare.

Fear and disgust?He doesn't care.

Revolt?Forget it, wash up and sleep.

Unless Dumbledore or Voldemort is back, they really can't think of anyone else who can defeat Harry Potter with the Elder Wand.

Perhaps only a very few people can see the strange and wicked taste of the young dark monarch, as if deliberately teasing and teasing the prey in order to see the people change their faces for fun, and it seems that they are deliberately taking revenge to ridicule the ignorance and changeability of the people.

He did his own thing and acted recklessly, causing the entire British magic world to follow his will to an unknown future, formulating rules at will, but never obeying them.

To tell the truth, he'd have to kill that Harry Potter guy hundreds of times under the draconian laws re-enacted by the Ministry of Magic - if the new law enforcement team could catch him.

When everything was on the right track, the atmosphere in the wizarding world was so calm that it was a bit strange. Suddenly, one day, someone was holding the body of a girl who had obviously been tortured during her lifetime in the most crowded place in the widened Diagon Alley. His cruelty and viciousness.

After being stunned, the onlookers fell into a subtle struggle and silence.

Because the Dark Lord himself, who got the news, used his superb black magic to torture a prisoner who was supposed to be executed tomorrow to death in public.

"I didn't want to explain it myself."

The strong bloody aura permeated wantonly, and the mournful wailing of the deceased was still in his ears. When his cold green eyes looked at the young corpse, some incomprehensible, complicated and gloomy colors flashed.

"I've killed too many people, this one isn't bad," Harry took the handkerchief from Percy, wiped his fingers carefully with downcast eyes, and said lightly with a little disdain, "but you guys are too lame with black magic skills. , It’s really discrediting me.”

The person who tried to frame: "..."

The wizards watching: "..."

Your rebuttal is so reasonable that we are speechless.

Percy touched him lightly with the back of his hand, Harry suddenly raised his eyes, and saw Sirius standing in the crowd with a complex expression.

He averted his eyes lightly, did not meet his godfather's eyes, turned his head and ordered in a low voice: "Check it out."

"Yes, MyLord." A look of worry flashed across the downcast eyes of the red-haired young man, and he turned to walk towards the shivering wizard who was pushed to the ground by his companions. His eyes were instantly as cold as ice skates.

Sirius walked over slowly, and stood in front of Harry under the breathless onlookers of some wizards who had recognized him.

What would the godfather who hates evil and the godson with bloody hands say at such a bright murder scene?

The fierce scene where Mars hit the earth that everyone thought would happen did not happen. Sirius raised his right hand in an unusually calm manner, gently wiped away the small drop of blood stained on the corner of Harry's eye with his thumb, and placed his palm on Harry's face. He patted on the shoulder lightly, "Lunch is ready, what are you running around, come home with me."

Suddenly there were several uncontrollable coughs from the crowd, and when a cold gaze glanced past, all the people around became silent, with innocent expressions as if they had never made a sound.

Then everyone saw that the ferocious, murderous Dark Lord just now had his noble head snored casually like a child, and he really followed his parents home for dinner without saying a word.

—Sirius, a true warrior.

Everyone felt admiration and admiration for the old Gryffindor.

Some people couldn't help secretly thinking, the Dark Lord, who was quietly allowed to be taken away by him like a beast with soft hair, is actually a little cute? ! ! !

Merlin's stinky socks! ! !

Their petite hearts couldn't help trembling, and they quickly threw away this extremely terrifying thought, and looked at the prisoner who was executed early to be overwhelmed.

"They will depend on you."

Harry, who didn't care about his own image and didn't want to shame his godfather, said softly when he returned to Black's ancestral house, "I think you can influence me, persuade me, and put pressure on you endlessly. If you If you can’t do it, I’ll treat you as a sinner.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a rebellious look between his brows, "Never mind them."

He was really in a bad mood, not only because he witnessed the bloody scene with his own eyes, but also because he really realized what Harry had faced all these years, just to pour dirty water on him, those people could do that Slapping an innocent child with no mercy.

At least before he left, he was still an innocent and enthusiastic godson, and he would not maliciously speculate on anyone when something happened.

The two walked towards the dining room side by side, Harry suddenly drew out his wand, pointed it in the direction of the door, and Sirius pressed his hand down before the spell could be said.

"Don't be too nervous, since it's a family dinner, I invited Draco too."

He said in a relaxed tone, not noticing that the face of the person in front of him became stiff for a moment.

When Draco saw them, he was obviously taken aback for a moment, then slowly stood up and saluted calmly, "Lord, I didn't expect you to come too."

"Don't be so polite at home," Sirius put his arm around Harry's shoulders, pushed him to sit on the seat, and tried to reach out to push Draco back, but he avoided it with his shoulder, and endured I couldn't help laughing, "You two guys, even if you didn't get along in school, you wouldn't be so unfamiliar."

Harry looked up at him and said softly, "Sit down."

"Yes." Draco sat down obediently.

Being too close to this person, he could hardly control his eyes not to look at that familiar face. The inhibitory potion could suppress his obsession and fanaticism derived from blood, but could not suppress his instinct of longing for a partner.

Just one last look.

He absent-mindedly tasted the food carefully prepared by Kreacher. He didn't know how many times he said this to himself, and when his eyes seemed to casually look away to his side again, he was caught by the pair of green eyes with a faint helpless expression. is on.

Sirius looked around with a piece of bread in his mouth, and suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant.

"You two—"

He hesitated, and as soon as he opened his mouth, Draco paled and turned his head back in shock, while his godson's calm expression suddenly turned cold.

"It's nothing." Harry looked down at the dinner plate, continued to cut the steak slowly, and said in a cold tone, "Malfoy is capable, and I am very optimistic about him."

Sirius laughed dryly, "That's really, uh, great."

Whoops, shouldn't he have spoken just now?I always feel like a light bulb—

Tsk tsk, did Harry take a fancy to Sissy's son?According to the genealogy, this generation is a bit messy——

Will Harry call him godfather or uncle after Draco?Can he still look forward to a few cute little platinum buns?

Sirius, who didn't know the previous situation at all, had a brain hole that broke through the sky. He even pointed at something casually after the meal, and left in a hurry, secretly trying to leave them a space to be alone.

Draco's heart tightened instantly when he realized that there were only the two of them left in the house.