Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 222 RAB: After all, we took the wrong path

Preface: This is the worst day since the official recommendation started on February 2th. I can't even get 16 replies. I'm doing this for love. You'll understand after reading the thank you post later...

Obviously, it was another memory.

This time, we arrived at a room with dim lighting and warm decorations.

However, there were bursts of low wailing in the room that didn't fit in with the atmosphere.

It seems to be the lion's bedroom.

His back was kneeling beside the bed, on which lay a short figure twitching constantly.

Although the wounds on his body had healed, looking at the elf's painful appearance, it seemed that some unknown curse was still eroding his soul.

"Kreacher failed the Dark Lord's test."

The elf blamed himself hoarsely in extreme pain.

Draco looked at the scene in horror and held Narcissa's hand tightly.

Narcissa took Draco's hand and patted the back of her hand, silently comforting her.

"You have not failed, Kreacher."

The lion's tone was gentle and calm, and he lowered his head deeply beside the bed so that Draco could not see his expression.

"You followed my orders very well."

"Kreacher must...get up...Kreacher must serve...serve Madam..."

The old elf struggled.

"No need. You rest in bed. You are not allowed to leave until your injury is healed."

The lion's palm pressed firmly but gently against the elf's chest.

He still kept his head down and refused to look directly at Kreacher.

"That's an order."

Kreacher tried hard to open his eyes and looked at the lion with tears in his eyes.

"little Master…"

"Sleep. That's an order, too."

After the lion finished speaking, the elf stopped struggling and closed his eyes with tears as big as beans.

Then, the lion slowly raised his head and stood up, and Draco saw his face for the first time.

I couldn't help but gasp.

His cheeks were covered with scratches from nails digging deep into the skin.

Compared to in the cave, the lion's expression now is paler and weaker.

But his eyes flashed with the same resolute look he showed when he was talking to Narcissa in the third memory.

Kreacher's snoring soon began, and the lion's tense expression finally relaxed a little.

He sighed, drew his wand, and chanted some kind of spell over Kreacher, grumbling in frustration.

"It's been almost a month, and you still can't recover..."

After confirming that a faint yellow light was emerging from Kreacher's body, the lion walked back to the table.

He pulled out a small piece of parchment, picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink and began to write slowly.

Draco and Narcissa stood behind the lion, looking at the upright handwriting that flowed into shape as the pen tip slid.

Draco's mood also trembled with the words that appeared on the paper.

Especially after seeing the second paragraph, I couldn't help but lean into my mother's arms.

I know that by the time you read this, I will be dead.

Narcissa hugged Draco, and once again, silently witnessed that her closest cousin was determined to die.

Draco bit his lip and his face turned pale.

But still accompanied by my mother, I watched my little cousin sign his farewell letter stroke by stroke.

To the Dark Lord: I know that by the time you read this, I will be dead.

But I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I stole the real clone and planned to destroy it as soon as possible.

I face my own death with only one wish.

Hopefully, in the future, when you meet your opponent, you will once again discover that you are not immortal.

RAB

-

The memory does not end with the note.

The lion waited until the early morning, and after falling into a deep sleep at home, he walked into the study.

He drew out his wand, left four memories, and then came to the family tree tapestry.

He gently ran his fingers across the images of his parents, past Bellatuscus, and looked at the cancelled Andromeda.

Then, he looked at Narcissa and the disappeared Sirius with reluctance.

He muttered to himself, his voice calm, his heart as still as dead water.

"I hope you will see this memory, sister. I really took the wrong path."

The lion muttered, his fingers sliding over the black spot that belonged to his brother.

"Although I still don't think that Sirius's walking away like that can be called courage. But maybe he was right all along."

He paused for a long while before speaking bitterly.

"You shouldn't have joined the Dark Lord at all."

Draco pursed his lips tightly, trying hard to hold back tears.

Although he had never met this cousin before, his feelings at this moment were so sincere that they seemed to come from his heart.

"If there is still a chance, can you help me tell him? I have been exploring how I can help destroy the Dark Lord."

The lion said, slowly raising his wand.

"After the Dark Lord asked Kreacher, something is probably certain. I will destroy him, even if it's just part of him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his wand to his temple and cast a silent spell.

A crystal light suddenly flashed in front of Draco and Narcissa.

The light gradually transformed into a human figure. It was Draco's little cousin whom he had never seen in his memories. He looked radiant and had a humorous smile in his eyes.

"Sister, if possible, could you help me convey this to Sirius? I hope he won't just hate me anymore."

As the lion's phantom emerged and began to speak, Draco noticed that his mother's grip on him had tightened.

Looking from the side, Narcissa's nose was already red.

"Also, I have always felt sorry for him and for you. After all these years, I am still that cowardly and useless brother."

The illusion began to blur, the memory gradually dissipated, and the lion once again smiled with confidence and unwillingness.

"If only I were living in Greenwood's time. Thank you, sister."

The sound faded away, and Narcissa and Draco were also taken away from the Pensieve.

-

After the lion's memory ended, mother and daughter still held each other tightly.

After a long moment, Narcissa slowly spoke.

There were no tears on the mother's face, but from her slightly hoarse voice, it seemed that the torment she was in was no less than that of crying bitterly.

"Remember, no matter what happens, we don't want you to give up."

Having said that, he waited for Draco to calm down and opened the door of the study.

After Draco left, Narcissa was left alone.

The time of the day passed by unknowingly.

Pansy and Daphne certainly understood how Draco felt, and they just quietly walked with her in the backyard.

After dinner, I washed up and packed my luggage for returning to school the next day.

Draco went to the back balcony of the dormitory, hoping to find comfort in being alone with Harry.

But that night, Harry's signal did not come.