[HP] Crack

When he went downstairs to finish lunch that day, his right eyelid kept twitching, and he was inexplicably anxious, always feeling as if something was about to happen.

As soon as he reached the door of the kitchen, he was startled by a glimpse of a figure. He hurried to the stairs and stood against the wall, not daring to vent his breath.

Voldemort was eating inside.Most people were not allowed in when he was eating, except for a few Death Eaters - Bellatrix and Snape, the most popular favorites at the moment.But now they don't seem to be there, so he is sitting alone in the huge kitchen, looking a little lonely.

Draco stood for a few minutes, felt his legs a little sore, and slowly moved to the sofa in the living room and sat down.On the couch not far away, several Death Eaters were discussing in low voices. He was not interested in listening, and stared blankly at the paintings on the wall.It was a cold green oil painting. From his distance, he couldn't tell whether it was a forest or a mist, maybe both.

He sat there for a while, and finally waited until Voldemort came out of the kitchen, and several Death Eaters in the living room got up to meet him and talk to him.Draco slipped quietly into the kitchen, and sat down on the chair furthest from Voldemort's position.

There seemed to be flying insects flitting around his ears, one deep and one deep, and he absently picked at the beef on the dinner plate, glanced at the door from time to time, and lowered his head guiltyly, in the end he didn't even remember how he finished eating, After seeing Voldemort and the Death Eaters separated and returning to his room, he stood up blankly, huddled by the door, looked at the empty living room, and walked out of the kitchen feeling his nose.

A few sofa chairs were placed askew beside the tea table piled up with wizard chess pieces, snack scraps and packaging bags. Draco slowly sat down on a single chair, and his back just leaned against the soft back of the chair. I felt something sharp hit, but when I looked back, I found that it was a spring coming out of a small hole in the sofa.He was silent for a while, stretched out a finger to press it back, and when he let go, he flicked it out again, making the back of his finger numb.

Draco stood up and changed his position, but the cushions on the sofa were rough from long-term friction, and the fabric smelled of a strange mixture of alcohol and sweat.He jumped up all of a sudden, and straightened a potted plant that was about to fall on the table, his eyes twitched and ached, and he was a little dizzy.

"Draco." He leaned on the wall to stand firm, and suddenly a cold voice sounded from behind, and he froze for an instant, not daring to move.

"Turn around and watch me speak."

The boy's arms twitched, and he turned slowly, avoiding the man with his eyes.

"Where are the others?" he asked.

"I-I don't know," Draco lowered his head, his heart was in a mess, "maybe went upstairs..."

Voldemort looked at him for a moment, then said, "Bring that Mudblood over here."

"……what?"

"Harry Potter's friend, take her to my room, I have something to interrogate her... Look up, Draco, why don't you talk?"

Draco subconsciously stepped back, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.The fear rooted in the bone marrow throbbed and grew cold and fast, piercing a hole in his skull.He shook his head in a panic, and didn't know what to say. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already walking in the damp path leading to the dungeon, and the sound of footsteps beat his dull heartbeat.

He knew exactly what Voldemort's so-called "interrogation" was, and the screams of pain echoing in that hellish room became an integral part of his nightmares for a while.Draco leaned on the wall with one hand, and walked forward in a daze, as if his body wasn't his own anymore.

The horrific wounds he saw that day came back to his mind, like eagle claws grabbing his internal organs.No one will treat her, the wound can only get worse... Draco stopped, feeling sick for some reason, dizzy.

This has nothing to do with him, he thought, even if she died during the interrogation, it would be her own fault...

He stopped in front of the gate of the dungeon, took a breath, and was about to open the door, when a Death Eater screamed in the hall, which startled him, and the key in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"...don't let go of every corner..."

"Potter..."

The discussion was louder and louder, and a few words were squeezed into Draco's chaotic brain, and he was squeezed out again without any response.He opened the door slowly, and just as he crossed the threshold, he was pushed hard from behind by a hand, and fell to the ground unexpectedly, his forehead was red and his nose was choked.

Before he could react, a red light hit the back of his head straight, his body froze and completely went limp.

Harry and Ron stepped over Draco, grabbing the Invisibility Cloak with one hand.Harry closed the door with his backhand, the cloak tightened suddenly, and Ron next to him yelled, "Dean—Luna!—Why are you here?"

He turned around immediately, took off the invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his pocket.Ron has quickly used a magic spell to untie the two people who were sitting by the wall and tied with ropes.They looked disheveled and embarrassed, only their eyes were still bright, and they quickly shook off the disconnected rope.

"Harry! Ron! What a surprise to see you all—"

"And Griphook, Mr. Ollivander, and Hermione—"

"Griphook and I were arrested together. Luna and Mr. Ollivander were earlier."

"By the way, Hermione! Where is she?" Ron asked hastily.

A look of uneasiness appeared on Dean's face, and Luna stood up and walked to another corner, saying calmly as she walked, "She's there. But Harry, Ron, you have to be careful. She's hurt."

"What?" Ron's face turned pale instantly, and his fingers holding the wand tightened a little.Harry's lips moved, his chest was constricted, and he couldn't draw a breath.

"You-Know-Who and Death Eaters both interrogated her, they..." She shook her head and sighed.

"Before we were all taking care of her. Although our hands were tied, we could talk to her a few words... But in the past few days, even talking has been difficult. And once someone gets close, her mood is not stable..." Dean said in a low voice, and also staggered behind them.

Harry's throat hurt a little, and the black cloth huddled in the corner gave him a strong bad feeling.The noise they made cannot be said to be insignificant, but Hermione didn't react at all... Could it be... no, it's impossible, this kind of conjecture is too scary, she just slept relatively deeply, so it must be...

Luna squatted down, carefully turned Hermione over with what was estimated to be her waist, brushed away the hair sticking to her forehead, and called in a low voice, "Hermione? Hermione?"

The girl's eyelashes moved, Harry gasped, he saw the deep and long gash on the side of her face, it was like some kind of cracked darkness, the sarcasm that shattered the fragile wishful thinking, he I just felt that the blood was rushing straight to the brain, and my eyes were instantly blurred.

"Hermione—!" Ron screamed, and jumped in front of her, but stopped in a panic just before touching her, his eyes were red.

"It was left by Bellatrix when she interrogated her," Luna said. "It's been several days. We cleaned her wound with water. At first, those Death Eaters didn't pay attention to it at all, until there was nothing left." The solution, she had a high fever and couldn't even eat, so they helped her heal her wounds, but then the mysterious man interrogated her..."

She didn't say any more, but that was enough.Harry was shaking, his inner anger was almost out of control, and if he didn't control it, he would rush into the living room by now to fight the Death Eaters and the man, and take their lives... He swore he would do it one day, but not now , It's not the time yet... But he can't control it, he hates it so much, the bones of his whole body creak with hatred, and he wants to live in pain.

"Let's go now, Ron." He swallowed, bit the tip of his tongue, and said.The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and the footsteps were coming and going.Harry seemed to hear a few people walking towards here, talking while walking, the voice echoed in the narrow corridor, he quickly pushed Ron's back: "Hurry up, they are coming!"

Ron nodded, gritted his teeth and carefully picked Hermione up, resting her head on his shoulder.Harry quickly untied Mr. Ollivander and Griphook with his wand, and made them all stand in a circle hand in hand and Apparate.As Ron held Hermione, Dean pulled at his clothes and disapparated with him.

Harry tried to feel the dizziness of space caused by Apparition. His Apparation was quite proficient after being tempered, but it seemed that something went wrong at this time. No matter how he chanted the spell, there was no response. Sweat dripped from his forehead.

The footsteps outside the door became louder and louder, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.A thought flashed through Harry's mind, and he pointed his wand at the door, shouting, "Petrification!"

The concealed door panel instantly froze into a large solid piece, and then there was a bang, as if a person had slammed into the petrified door panel heavily.

"what happened?"

"There's someone inside..."

Harry let go of Luna's hand, and walked quickly to Ron's side: "Give me the wand!"

Ron was taken aback for a moment, without asking any further questions, and pointed to his right pocket with his chin.Harry took out his wand, ran back to where it was, handed it to Luna, and switched places with her, leaving her free hand to cast a spell, explaining quickly:

"I can't Apparate, try it."

Luna took the wand and flicked it quickly, and Harry bit his lip nervously, staring at the dangling tip of the wand.After a few seconds, she shook her head at him.

A heavy stone fell heavily from his chest, pressing out his internal organs, dripping with blood.His throat seemed to be pinched, and he couldn't speak a word.He shook off the hands of the two people next to him, staggered back a step, and said stiffly, "Try again."

Luna looked back at him fixedly, Ron seemed to be aware of his intentions, and shouted in amazement: "Harry!"

The door shook violently, a deep crack opening in the gray surface, and the curses and shouts of the Death Eaters outside filtered through.

"Hurry up, there's no time!" Harry yelled, "I'll find a way to meet you, don't worry about me!"

"But--"

There was another loud bang, and the crack in the door deepened, spreading a fine and dense spider web to the surroundings, making a tooth-piercing crackling sound.Harry took a shuddering step before he stood still, grabbed the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket and shouted, "Go now, Luna! Stop dawdling!"

The girl still looked at him with her big eyes and didn't answer.She turned back, raised her wand and began to cast the spell again.Harry stepped back towards the door, all the way to the wall, wiping the sweat from his brow.He watched the space around them distort slightly, spinning and disappearing into place, and heaved a sigh of relief.The big rock finally fell to the bottom, making a heavy, muffled sound.

Voldemort called him away before they set off, but said nothing, just repeated his request.

"...I will only provide you with opportunities, and will not assist you in escaping. If any unexpected situation occurs, I will not provide help."

"I know."

The man patted his shoulder, and at that moment Harry's back trembled, as if an electric current ran through his bones and muscles.He took a step back, looked up at him, and unconsciously covered his right shoulder.

"what have you done?"

His expression didn't change. "You'll know."

The dusty concrete floor shook, the shouts and the sound of the door being smashed crashed at the same time, and the dazzling white light forced into Harry's eyes, like a sharp sword.

The barrier that separated him from the outside world was split in an instant, completely destroyed, and all the dark waves swept his fearless and helpless soul.Several Death Eaters in black robes rushed in angrily, and one of them accidentally caught Draco's legs in a coma, fell down, stood up despondently, and kicked him.Harry's eyes were wide open, the corners of them sore from the wind.

He finally understood what spell Voldemort had cast on him—in any case, he fulfilled the agreement between them, trapped in a black cage away from his companions.