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Chapter 1: I Don't Want To Know

A house whose door is half open is not a good sign at all. Especially if that house is the house of Harry James Potter, the famous Auror of the Ministry of Magic.

"Anything can happen" Potter always said this sentence.

Draco's heart was pounding in his chest, as if it was ready to burst out of its cage at any moment. His face was paler than usual. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair and held his wand ready.

"Anything can happen" Potter always said this sentence.

He put his long finger on the black wooden door and opened it with unsteadiness visible in his figure. Out of the corner of his eye, he peered inside. Everything was horribly and brutally broken. Red stains covered the wooden floor of the house. Draco entered the house in panic and did the first thing that came to his mind.

"Potter!"

No movements.
The tiles covering the floor were red and broken pieces of glass were scattered everywhere. Draco's knees could no longer support his weight. With cold sweat on his forehead, he looked around.

"Potter!"

The echo of his screams pierced through the broken glasses and landed on his head like a hammer. He gathered all his strength and checked the rooms one by one. He had to find a trace of anything that had happened. He had to find Potter. Voldemort was long gone; gone forever. Death Eaters are in Azkaban. What was wrong with Harry?

One of the doors was locked. Draco banged furiously on the wooden door, trying to break it open, but it was no use. Remembering his wand, he hit the wall angrily.

"Alohomora"

The door opened with a soft knock. Draco frowned. He easily recognized the small green sparks on the door. The muffliato spell. He could not even think about what had happened to Harry. He didn't want to.

He entered stealthy and the first thing he saw made him want to scream. Red splotches were splattered on the wall and Harry's severed head was lying on the floor in the corner of the room, with his raven messy hair making him easily identified.

Draco could no longer breathe. With the first drop of tears, he fell to his knees. He wanted to sob. He stifled his cries in his throat and dragged himself on the floor through the broken glass toward Harry, and with each step, his crying grew more intense. When he saw the broken glass among Harry's tangled hair, his anger broke through and he yelled with all his sadness.

"HARRY!"