[HP] Bond

Once there is an intersection with a certain person, it seems that the existence of that person will frequently appear in every corner of life, and it will become conspicuous in countless dull news or gossip.

Malfoy voluntarily resigned and is no longer St. Mungo's therapist.

Malfoy is putting together the family business and finally turning his mind to business.

Malfoy has frequent contacts with the Greengrass family, and the possibility of marrying his youngest daughter cannot be ruled out...

"I think you are just idle and flustered."

Harry picked up a towel and wiped off the sweat that kept falling from his forehead, his face looked a little tired from the long spell training.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking tired and uninterested, "If you have the time to gossip, it's better to practice the spell."

Ron was nestling on the sofa eating an apple. He shook his head and retorted, "We're not wrong. That girl likes Malfoy. Who couldn't tell at Hogwarts—"

I didn't see it.

Harry wondered, had Malfoy ever been rumored to be having an affair with anyone?As a sworn enemy, he hadn't heard of it at all.

"I still want to be with Malfoy at this time, it really is true love~"

York's face was full of gossip, and he had a mean smile, which made people look very uncomfortable.

Harry snorted, raised his hand and tapped him on the head, "Have you completed today's training plan?"

York held his head and howled, "It's still early, boss—"

"Huh?" Harry raised his eyebrows threateningly, and saw the young boy jump up from the sofa quickly.

"Go right away!"

With a click, Ron took a bite of the apple and looked at him thoughtfully while chewing.

"Little Teddy said he met a very nice Mr. Malfoy," he mumbled. "Dude, when did you get involved with that guy?"

"I met on the road a while ago and had a cup of tea together." Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

"Oh——" Ron drew his tone, his tone was a little unclear.

"What's your reaction?" Seeing that he was looking at himself with the gossiping eyes just now, Harry angrily crumpled the towel and threw it at him.

"Sorry," Ron muttered, waving the towel away, "that's my Hermione's usual reaction when she finds you getting closer to a little girl—I probably got her infection."

Harry felt quite horrified, "You can think about it too? Me and Malfoy?"

He showed resistance, but a picture with soft tones suddenly appeared in his mind.

The warm yellow light of the setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and slantly falls on the living room. The platinum-blond young man squints slightly and looks out of the window. The corners of his light-colored lips curl up into a slight arc, and his gray-blue eyes are gentle and joyful. The expression on his face was peaceful and gentle that he had never seen before.

"Ahem——" Harry withdrew his thoughts of running away, and coughed in embarrassment, "How is it possible?"

Ron was still thinking about it, "Tell me, what do you like? Mom couldn't help asking us a while ago, is it because Ginny dumped you and left you with some psychological shadows? ? She felt sorry for you."

Harry raised his forehead, "We broke up peacefully, Ron, there is no question of who is sorry for whom. Speaking of which, I am also at fault. I often ignore her feelings too much."

"Although it's a pity that you didn't become my brother-in-law," Ron sighed long, "I still hope that you can pay more attention to the people around you who are pursuing you, so that you don't really end up alone like this—— Even with Malfoy."

He made a casual joke, lowered his head and took another bite of the apple, not noticing the uncomfortable look on the face of the person who turned to the bathroom.

What do you think about Malfoy, I must be too tired to be led astray by this guy.

Harry wiped his face and whispered to himself.

But there are some things that you can't avoid if you deliberately don't think about them.

Maybe it was because he mentioned that person during the day, after Harry fell asleep in a daze that night, he fell into a lucid dream again.

In the majestic hall of Malfoy Manor, the very young black-haired boy was pulled by his hair and pulled in front of the platinum-haired boy, his face was so swollen that it was almost out of shape.

"...Draco, come here and take a good look! What do you think?"

Everyone present stared at them, waiting for an affirmative answer.

Harry looked at the frightened, excited, greedy faces for a while, and finally his eyes fell on Draco.

At the beginning, he was full of anger and fear, but now he realized from the perspective of a bystander that the man's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression was forced to be calm.

Would Draco Malfoy fail to recognize Harry Potter?

Are you kidding me, I'm afraid you can recognize it even when it turns into ashes.

He watched the eyes of the two teenagers collide in the air, and for a second or two, the gray-blue eyes first looked away.

"I don't know." Draco's voice trembled, and he turned and walked towards Narcissa by the fireplace.

"Thank you."

Harry said softly, for that young man who was obviously scared and knew how bad the situation of the Malfoy family was at that time, he risked that lie.

The scene became a bit noisy because of his uncertain attitude, and it became even more chaotic after Bellatrix appeared.

Harry didn't look at the past that he and his friends were in a mess that he had already experienced, but walked over to Draco's side, observing carefully and curiously.

His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, his lips were tightly pressed together, and there was no trace of blood. He obviously didn't give the black-haired boy in the center of the chaos a look, but he obviously put all his attention on there.

"Are you worried about me?" Harry poked his face, didn't care if his fingers missed, and slowly retracted them, "Or are you worried... that you will be punished?"

He sighed, and said in a low voice, "I've thought about it...not even mentioning Hermione and Ron..."

After they escaped, Voldemort, who hurried back, failed to see the captured little savior as he wished. How would he punish his dereliction of duty subordinates under his rage?Especially the one who had the most contact with Harry Potter but couldn't recognize him?

The Dark Lord was never a good-natured leader.

Harry sat on the sofa next to Draco, watching Hermione being grabbed by the crazy woman, asking where the Gryffindor sword the Death Eaters found in their tent came from, and he and Ron was escorted to the dungeon, struggling to look back.

The people around him took a slight breath, and Harry turned his head to look, and once again saw Draco's expression on Dumbledore's face that night when he pointed his wand at Dumbledore, who was about to be driven to collapse by pain and despair. expression.

Narcissa's slender, white fingers rested lightly on his shoulder, and pressed slightly harder, like a silent warning, but also like a powerless comfort.

"You're worried about me."

Harry followed his gaze to look at his back, his expression slowly becoming a little dazed.

He suddenly had an unbelievable idea in his heart, which would even make many people who knew them laugh when he said it.

Merlin, you are so self-indulgent.

Bellatrix had already begun to torture Hermione with a spell, and the word "bastard" was carved on her forehead with bloodstains, and his friend's shrill scream made him subconsciously want to pull out his wand.

Fumbled at the cuffs, the ashen-faced Harry realized that this was just a dream, those injuries had happened many years ago, and he was powerless to stop them.

The picture in front of him began to collapse under the cold anger, he took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, the sky outside the window was blue, the morning light was soothing, and when the breeze blew through the treetops, there was a sense of peace and tranquility.

Harry's eyes froze for a moment, and the images of the flesh and blood being torn apart seemed to have a bone-chilling subtle sound, echoing in his mind non-stop.

He threw off the quilt, stumbled into the bathroom, bent down and retched into the washbasin, obviously couldn't vomit anything, and still couldn't stop.

It wasn't until his stomach was churning in protest that Harry slowly straightened up and washed himself briefly.

After returning to the bedroom, he dug out a small white bottle from the bedside table, poured out two pills, and swallowed them hastily without even drinking water.

There was a knock on the door, and Little Teddy's energetic voice sounded at the door, "Godfather! It's time to get up! I'm going to wear the coat with the unicorn today!"

Harry slowly closed the drawer, opened the door, and picked up the frisky little guy.

"Of course." He smiled and kissed Teddy's cute little face. "It's the weekend again. Let's go to the Burrow to play with Rose, okay?"