Draco had a rather thin book in his hands and was walking back to his office. He whistled and walked with a random rhythm in his mind. Maybe he can change his mood a little.
The mansion, with its grandeur, was like a haunted house, despite the occasional voice of Potter calling Ginny. The sound was spreading, and his frustrated tone turned into a moan. He couldn't stop himself. He made his way to his room, which was occupied by Harry.
Draco was proud of himself. In the morning, he managed to drag Harry to the mansion, and a few minutes ago, he had fed bacon to that floating head in the air. It was easy to tell from the color of Potter's face that he hadn't eaten for two days.
The door to the room was half open. He looked inside from the corner of his eye. Potter was leaning in a corner, playing with something in his hand. If the room didn't have so many windows, it would be impossible to recognize it. But Harry was playing with a hippogriff feather. His gaze was opaque to an unknown point, and he was still attaching his invisibility cloak. He held the feather with his two fingers and danced it slowly. Like a fairy who dreams of flying.
A dignified flight like a hippogriff.
Draco turned and left. What he had seen didn't go away from his eyes along the way. Harry was broken. He slammed the book against the chair. He rested his hands on the table and lowered his head. The potion was almost ready. He took a deep breath and went to his dresser with a small potion bottle.
After his discussion with Harry, he carefully placed it on the corner of his bed. He had to do it. The red stain from Harry's fingers was giggling evilly in his head. The blood stuck to his clothes hadn't dried yet. He bent the glass and took some of it.
Names, old or new, passed before his eyes. Whose blood was it? He didn't know. He should find out. He checked everything in the book once more. It wasn't hard to find a strand of Harry's hair. It was even easier to prepare the potion itself.
All that was left to do was add the contents of the jar to the potion. If it was Harry's blood, the potion would be colorless. Draco wanted from the bottom of his heart that the potion wouldn't turn colorless.
The red stain fell drop by drop into the bottle and clearly destroyed its black color. Draco dipped the small glass into the potion and held it up in front of his eyes.
The potion was as colorless as water.
"It's Harry's blood!" Surprised, he whispered.
The blood potion smirked at him evilly.
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•|Blood potion|• HP
FanficA 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. Blood Potion tells the story about two years after Ginny and Harry's marriage, regardl...
