The Saviour

Mysterious numbers

Another of Harry's fears came true. Draco didn't come to open the door. Harry opened the door with an Alohomora charm. His friend lay with his head on the table and didn't move. He had a bottle of some kind of potion next to him. Harry's blood froze in his veins.

"Draco, what did you do to me?" Harry pulled Draco into a hug, trying to see if he was breathing. His body was warm and soft, and his eyes were closed. He was breathing calmly and regularly. A wave of gratitude washed over Harry. He squeezed Draco as tight as he could.

"He's just sleeping," Luna reassured him. "He'll be fine, but we'll take him to St. Mungo's hospital just to be sure. He took too much calming potion."

"Are you sure he didn't mean to...?"

"No, Harry, he would never do this while there is hope. He wouldn't do that to you. I know him too well for that. Don't forget I've been in his head maybe a hundred times."

"I'd like to look inside his head too, but he won't let me in."

"Of course, he's mainly worried about Scorpius right now, but I can assure you that he's got one black-haired wizard on his mind otherwise," Luna smiled. She wouldn't admit it, but she also felt a twinge of fear for a moment if Draco was okay.

Harry couldn't bring himself to release his friend from his embrace. Draco was unconscious, but Harry was grateful to be able to touch him. He held it tightly in his arms until the healers from St. Mungo's took him from him.

Then he had to return to Luna and continue working. The finding that so paralyzed Draco was Scorpius's T-shirt with a large bloodstain on it. In fact, it was so soaked in blood that it was clear that it was much more blood this time than the previous times. It was the shirt the boy was wearing in the last thought sent to Harry. A short message was also attached to the package:

This is the last memento you will receive, Malfoy. Your son is no longer alive. Your bloodline has ended.

"That's not true," Harry shouted. "Scorpius is alive. I've spoken to him, Luna. Tell me that I can believe it." Harry had no mental reserves left and was beginning to despair like Draco.

"Of course. Trust your intuition."

However, Harry was troubled by the thought that the last telepathic connection with Scorpius had been several hours ago. It is possible that he communicated with him one last time and then-

Luna realized how difficult it must be for Harry to work on a case that touches him so closely. Maybe someone else should have been in charge of the investigation after all. On the other hand, the only clues they had were from Harry. Luna did not want to pressure him again to try another telepathic contact. If he's too worried, it won't go well anyway.

"Go to Draco, so he's not alone when he wakes up," she smiled at him. If you come up with anything, don't forget to let me know immediately." Harry was also on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and Luna hoped the time spent with Draco, even if he was asleep, could do him good.

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Harry settled into the hospital room and silently watched his motionless friend. Draco finally looked calm now, although he was still visibly upset and tearful. Harry couldn't stand watching idly for long, his love for Draco was too strong, and the unsatisfied desire to at least touch him robbed Harry of his last inhibitions. He slid into Draco's bed and pressed himself firmly against him. Even that wasn't enough for him. He started kissing his face. Draco was still fast asleep, and there was no telling when he would wake up. Just like that, someone from the staff could come into the room. Still, Harry took advantage of the situation, which may not happen again. He didn't want to wake Draco and certainly didn't want to take something he didn't have the right to without permission. He just wanted to let his dearest know that he loves him and is there for him in all circumstances. He was gently kissing his closed lips when suddenly his way into Draco's mouth was opened, and he found himself locked with Draco in a passionate kiss that seemed never to end. There was so much love in the kiss that Harry momentarily forgot the tragic circumstances that brought them here.

Draco's eyes widened. He violently pushed Harry away, and in a concentrated voice, listed a series of numbers:

"Eight, five, four, eight, zero, one, six, five."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I have no idea."