Draco himself didn't know why he was in the forbidden forest. As far as he could remember, he had to get to Harry.
The moonlight fell like thin silk on the large purple leaves of the forest. The forbidden forest was not as dangerous as it had been instilled in their minds since childhood. Blowing out the cold air was harder. The cold settled in Draco's lungs and it wasn't about to leave. He was breathing heavily. He was getting help from his mouth.
It wasn't about justice. He needed to review everything before this story was over. He knew the end. Hogwarts flickered through the foliage. He had buried his previous life long ago. His new life, however, didn't last long.
He tightened his fist. The trace of the chain in his fist remained on his skin. Harry's wedding ring wasn't hanging on a chain this time. The chain was empty. He did not know where the ring was. It was probably lost somewhere in the mansion or the ministry.
The fact that death manifested itself in the form of a mist, a pink smoke, was beautiful. Ginny was the cold pale sunset of death.
The golden spot beneath Draco's skin glowed for a brief moment. Draco scratched his neck and stood up. He was going to the lower part of the forest.
Harry would do anything to survive. All his efforts to continue his life showed himself in the form of hiding in the cloak of invisibility. For this reason, he left the cloak next to his family's grave. Probably Harry's two fragmented existences had stopped fighting.
Draco stood by the lake. He held out his hand and looked at his reflection on the surface of the lake. He raised his head. Hogwarts was before his eyes. Harry was probably somewhere in one of those turrets.
Now he understands why Harry talks about Sirius' existence. Sirius doesn't walk around here. It was Harry who had stepped into Sirius's world.
Perhaps Draco himself had taken his steps as he now saw Harry facing him. He raised his hand, which was still raised. The golden spot under his neck burned menacingly.
Harry, or whatever he was, smiled. With each blink, Draco faded. "Harry..."
"Anything can happen."
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•|Blood potion|• HP
FanfictionA 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...
