[HP] Dark Fairy Tale

"...Giselda Marchban and Tiberus Ogden have returned to the Wizengamot, and have shown no apparent bias in recent trials..."

Scott stood in front of the desk with a low eyebrow, reporting the recent operation of the Ministry of Magic to the black-haired young man on the seat.

Harry supported his head with his arms, and although he felt a little bored, he still listened patiently.

During the reporting period, Scott brought up another disappearance case, "This kind of trivial matter shouldn't bother you, but according to our investigation, the three students who studied the protection of magical creatures have fallen into the hands of several giants. hand-"

"They haven't shown up for several years." The corners of Harry's eyes twitched slightly, and a sharp coldness flashed between his brows, "Which tribe is it?"

"The giant tribe in the highlands of Northern Ireland." Scott frowned slightly. "Those guys have a tradition of cannibalism. It has been two days since those children last contacted their families..."

Harry lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then tapped lightly on the table with his fingers curled up, "How many people are there in that tribe now?"

Percy, who was standing on the side, bent slightly, and replied steadily and clearly: "There are 163 adult giants, and 9 juvenile giants."

"Find two people who are proficient in the art of concealment to sneak in and see. If those giants really dare to tear up the peace agreement signed after the war and use wizards as rations—" Harry's eyes sank, "then they didn't The necessity exists."

"Yes, MyLord."

Scott stepped back with windy steps. Just looking at the somewhat eager steps, it is clear that this calm and capable minister in front of the public is still a militant who sincerely agrees and repays grievances in his bones.

After he left, Percy frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Lord, although the deterrent effect of direct extermination is the greatest, to you, it only means that you have added another crime in the hearts of the people."

There may be wizards who disappear in the magic world at any time due to various reasons. Even if they are ignored, who can blame them for their mistakes?

He has never tried to hide his cold heart. Compared with a few strange students whose life and death are uncertain, he is more concerned about whether the person in front of him will be secretly slandered and slandered because of making certain decisions.

Harry snorted nonchalantly, "Let them go."

If rumors could hurt him again, he would have been torn apart all these years.

"What did Zabini say in that interview with The Quibbler?" He turned his head and thought for a while, then suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "Look at how they are clearly unconvinced and want to kill us, but they just can't do it." , which is actually quite interesting.”

Percy was taken aback.

The last time I heard this man making jokes was many, many years ago, before the war against Voldemort broke out in full swing.

Rarely, he felt some gratitude to Sirius who was always wandering around the Potter Manor unscrupulously, disturbing their normal or abnormal work every day.

I have to warn George, I have to ask Mom to add chicken legs to Padfoot before I go to the Burrow for dinner, Percy thought secretly.

The investigation went smoothly. Blaise Zabini led a few people to lurk for a day. Finally, with a livid face, he sent the only Hufflepuff that was brought back alive to St. Mungo's. It was dark and dark, and I hadn't touched any meat for a long time.

The Ministry of Magic was furious, and Scott suppressed all objections with a strong posture. The siege for three consecutive days and three nights made the mountains where the giants hid blood flow into rivers, and the bones piled up like mountains. The entire tribe and the underage giants were not released. However, they were all slaughtered.

The British wizarding world was shocked.

The wizards are really used to the procrastination and perfunctory style of the previous Ministry of Magic. Just like Percy thought, it is quite normal for a wizard to disappear. For some incidents that may cause disputes, most of them are able to If it is suppressed, it will be suppressed, and if it cannot be suppressed, it will be delayed. At most, a high-level Ministry of Magic will be sent to express its position, and then it will be what it should be.

But as soon as this happened, the "Daily Prophet" reported it directly. Before everyone digested the terrible news that two children were actually eaten by giants, they heard the ruthless methods of the Ministry of Magic. Everyone was a little confused.

Is this the end?

Directly exterminated?

No one left alive?

A few people noticed that some of the claws that were about to move in the dark retracted, but more people focused on whether this action was signaled by the Dark Lord, and whether there would be follow-up actions.

Their freedom of speech is not restricted, and discussions about it can be heard almost everywhere.

Some people shivered, while others applauded.

Some people said that it was too cruel to kill all the underage giants, and some people said that the students who were swallowed by the giants were also underage students.

Some people say that there are many intelligent creatures in the magic world, and such a radical approach will arouse the resentment and vigilance of other races, and some people say that if they can swallow their anger even when they are treated as food, it will only make them feel that wizards are weak and deceptive.

……

There were different opinions, and there was an uproar.

At the center of the storm, the Ministry of Magic was doing their own thing step by step, indifferent to all approval and slander.

On the contrary, the student who almost collapsed when he was rescued took all the things he could grab before he fully recovered, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion on the next hospital bed. Sure enough, the Dark Lord's subordinates were as cruel as him, another patient and his family members He smashed it all over his head.

"What the hell are you crazy about?!" The chunky middle-aged wizard cursed while holding his head, a trace of blood seeping between his fingers.

The brown-haired boy who was desperately stopped by his parents was panting, staring at a group of people who looked like lunatics, his eyes were almost bleeding, "I'm crazy! I saw my friend being torn apart by them and thrown into the pot I'm going crazy when I'm in it!!!"

His voice was extremely sharp, "When you were all gossiping about the news, it was the ruthless Dark Lord in your mouth who sent someone to save me! You still sympathize with those monsters who eat people—you know when those underage giants eat human flesh What kind of relish is it?!"

Everyone present showed a disgusted expression. He looked around, laughed in a low voice, laughed and couldn't help sobbing, and finally hugged his parents tightly and cried loudly.

"... They say it's okay to eat a lot of people... No one cares..." The young man's knuckles turned white, crying heartbreakingly, "I never thought I could be saved... Why do you pity those things... ...just let them know...someone will take care of it..."

Not to mention the chaotic public opinion and the overly active magic world, since the end of the extermination operation, Potter Manor has been in a strange state of low pressure.

Percy handed over a stack of documents, glanced at Harry who picked up a copy as if nothing had happened, and sighed inwardly.

"Lord," he weighed his words, and said carefully, "Malfoy's injury is not serious, the therapist said he'll be fine after two days of recuperation."

Harry hummed lightly, his eyes still fixed on the document in his hand, showing no emotion at all.

Percy only said this, and then backed away. He sat alone in the study, his calm green eyes gradually became turbulent, and the fingers that pinched the paper with slight force made a deep crease.

As the days went by, the blood-like setting sun came in through the window, and the room was filled with red light. Harry threw away the paper that hadn't been turned over for a long time, got up and stood by the window, looking out with some emptiness in his eyes.

He's not seriously hurt...

You may need to take Shengguling...

It's not the first time I've been hurt...

Narcissa Malfoy was taking care of him before, but now he is the only one in the Malfoy family...

The deep and shallow crimson clouds in the sky are covered with a layer of hazy golden light, magnificent and gorgeous, changing treacherously, as time goes by slowly, like a faded painting, the tone of the sky transitions to gray-blue, gradually becoming There was a vast and dark night.

The black-haired young man stood frozen for a long time, and as the last gleam of light disappeared into the darkness, the changing expression of struggling was slowly suppressed in the depths of his eyes.

He turned his head, pinched the center of his brows with his fingers that were blown cold by the wind, his lips curled up slightly bitterly, turned around and used Apparition to rush to Malfoy Manor.

There was no usual singing and dancing, and the empty manor was strangely quiet. Harry walked up the stairs slowly, and arrived at the door of the master bedroom at a leisurely pace, raising his hand to hold the golden handle on the carved wooden door.

Ignoring the appraising and probing eyes of the portraits, he paused for a moment and pushed the door open with a little force.

Draco was leaning on the bed frowning, his left hand was fixed by a bandage, his forehead was oozing from the unbearable pain, and when he heard someone entering the door, he quickly raised his eyes and looked over, his originally forbearing eyes suddenly lit up stand up.

His lips moved, as if he was hesitating how to address him. The visitor had already walked to the bed, casually scanning the gorgeous but deserted room.

"Is it better?" After a long silence, Harry glanced at his injury and said coldly, "Be careful next time."

Don't rush ahead with everything.

He swallowed the last half of his words, and his scrutinizing eyes finally met those gray-blue eyes that were looking at him without blinking.

"It's much better." There seemed to be light in Draco's eyes, a slight smile appeared on his pale face, and he raised his right hand placed by his side, and stretched it towards him.

When he fell silent again, that hand was held up stubbornly and never let go.

Harry lowered his eyes, and there was no unnecessary expression on his face. In the end, he slowly held his cool palm, and his tone was flat and rigid, as if he just asked casually out of affection, "Does it hurt?"

"It won't hurt after a kiss." Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed and teasing.

Malfoy, who is used to pushing his boundaries——

Harry pursed his lips and looked at him blankly.

When Draco unconsciously squeezed the clasped palms, with obvious helplessness and embarrassment appearing on his face, he bent down abruptly, and gently pressed the back of the other's head with the other hand, bowed his head and kissed She missed the bloodless lips that were close at hand.

Unexpectedly, he would be so cooperative, Draco was stunned for a moment, then closed his eyes obediently, and raised his head to accept the kiss that he asked as a joke.

Lips and teeth meet, breath is entangled, and the kiss without enthusiasm has a little soothing meaning, which makes Draco's eyes turn red unconsciously.

After the kiss was over, the two were still very close, he raised his eyes and stared at the person in front of him stupidly, the anxiety and hope in his eyes were almost overflowing.

Harry sat down next to the edge of the bed, avoiding his injured arm, and pressed him into his arms. Lostness and pain surged alternately in his lowered eyes. After struggling for a while, he closed his eyes, as if accepting his fate. He let out a low sigh.

Draco gasped for breath, "Harry—"

He raised his head to see the expression of the person in front of him clearly, but he was pressed against the person's heart with a little but resolute force. Hearing the dull heartbeat, the whole world seemed to quiet down in an instant. .

Grabbing his robe slowly, Draco was in a daze for a moment.

He didn't know how much Harry's love and tolerance for him remained, whether it was enough to support them to go on, but if there was even a little bit of it, he was willing to bear all the other efforts and efforts.

But Harry actually reached out to him—

It was such a hug, he had waited too long, almost desperately.

In those days when there was no way out, the only thing he could rely on was that Harry would still be soft-hearted towards him, but when it really happened, he felt his internal organs were all pulled into a ball with sadness, and he really wanted to hug this person After crying bitterly, all the cries were choked in his throat, and he was so suppressed by the deep sorrow that he couldn't make a sound at all.

Blaise said, if love becomes like this, it is better to let go.

But the two of them were alone in this matter, unable to make a rational decision at all, like two hedgehogs who were wounded to each other's blood, knowing that every step closer would cause more pain, but still stubbornly refused to retreat.

Draco's body trembled slightly, he wanted to ask if you still hate me, if you are willing to forgive me, many words were choked in his throat and he couldn't ask, finally he just muttered and read it again His name, "Harry..."

"Ah."

Harry sniffed softly in his ear.

The short perfunctory response made him burst into tears in an instant.