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After three years of fighting, Draco finally fell under Avada's Kedavra, cast from the man's staff. In the moment of green light, he saw Potter's frightened face.
"Draco"
He heard him call him this, and then he knew nothing.
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Draco knew he was dead. No one could survive the Dark Lord's Avada Kedavra. Oh, there was one exception! But that exception will never be him, he is a Malfoy, a proud, stupid, blind Death Eater, a self-inflicted Malfoy.
Everything around him was obscure and empty, without any light. The empty pause made Draco couldn't help but start to recall his short life, the details that he had long forgotten, and the things that clearly shouldn't have happened but did. I thought of many people and words, and slowly understood how stupid my previous self-righteous and meaningless arrogance was.
In his confusion, Draco couldn't experience the passage of time, nor could he see the transfer of space. Everything was light and unconscious. His boring recollection of his past life made him seriously see the mistake for the first time, and he understood that the mistake was irreversible. This is life. Everyone only has the right to choose once. If you miss it, there is no turning back. Then faced death, everything ended.
He is silent here, feels at ease here, and disappears here.
I don't know when Draco felt the light, not slowly bit by bit, but suddenly, he realized that he was sitting in the light, abrupt but natural, as if he had never fallen into the boundless darkness. The swamp of nothingness, as if it had never left.
Before he could delve into what exactly happened to him, he was distracted by another discovery - he found that he was crying - crying, not tears, not silently, suppressed, trying his best to avoid letting anything happen. The kind of silent sobbing that people saw was unbridled, earth-shattering wailing.
This was not etiquette. When Draco subconsciously began to restrain his emotions, the next second, he stopped this stupid behavior and just cried like this once. He told himself this, just this time, indulge once, he didn't want to From birth to death, I never cried truly and freely.
Crying turned from an unconscious behavior to an active one. Maybe Draco just wanted to experience the feeling of venting his emotions wantonly, but once he really cried, his emotions were out of control, his father's pain, his mother's crying, and the family's glory. , the disillusionment of idols, the loss of ideals Or there was the phrase that he couldn't understand at all, the 'Draco' that Potter blurted out when facing his death.
"Oh, my little dragon!" A familiar voice came closer, followed by a familiar smell and a familiar temperature. Draco felt himself being picked up and patted on the back gently, "Draco, my baby , did you have a nightmare?"
"Mom" Draco murmured in a low voice, choking, his throat hurt terribly, and his eyes began to feel hot. Even though he had been the head of the Malfoy family for several years, and even though he had not accepted such 'childish' intimate behavior for a long time in his memory, the moment he was comforted by his mother in her arms, he felt safe, warm, bright, and happy. ¡
He doesn¡¯t want to leave.
No, no!
Draco, who was used to fighting, stopped crying like a conditioned reflex, and tried to arm himself with vulnerability - he was already the head of the Malfoy family, and no matter when and where, he had to stand at the front and shoulder the burden. The entire family, protect all family members, he is a fighter, not one to be protected by a weak mother As these thoughts popped into Draco's mind, he suddenly remembered - he is already dead, isn't he? The Dark Lord's snake face, his madness, the dazzling green light of death, Potter's shout He remembered these clearly.
"Baby?" Narcissa was shocked when she found that her little dragon was crying and suddenly lost his voice. Then she saw Draco's dull and pale face, "What's wrong? Little dragon, don't scare mom" Lucius" Narcissa was so panicked that she barely cared about her manners. She picked up her son and turned to look for her husband, "Lucius, come and see our Draco"
"What's wrong?"
"He was crying just now. I thought he had a nightmare, so I picked him up and comforted him, but then"
Draco was taken from Narcissa's arms to Lucius's. Waves of colorful light shot out from his father's wand, surrounding him in layers, constantly changing colors. Draco didn't even have time to look like Ordinary children put on surprised or smiling faces and clapped their hands in response to the strange light, but he had no reaction at all. In fact, he was completely frightened.A father who was only a few years older than himself. He was remembered as calm, capable, noble and reserved, and Mr. Malfoy, who never showed any expression of joy, was currently surrounding him. His forehead was sweaty and he was at a loss. He looked like a dragon who had been sprayed by Professor Snape's venom. Barton;
A young and beautiful mother who is even old enough to be her girlfriend. She is petite and holds herself effortlessly;
And he seems to be under a shrinking spell, he has small hands and feet, and there is a plump and drooling Mediterranean golden fire dragon embroidered on his clothes that does not fit his aesthetics at all
Soon, home physical therapist Hackney was called in.
"It doesn't seem to be a problem. The little guy was probably frightened by a nightmare" Hackney, who had mottled white hair, waved his wand, "Oh, come on, Lucius, Draco is only five years old, of course he can be afraid of things. There are many"
Draco caught Hackney's words keenly and was dumbfounded.
The mysteries in the magical world are like black holes that can never be fully explored. Regarding life, soul and time, these three major topics are even labeled as 'Merlin's Conjectures'. No wizard has ever been able to truly make breakthroughs in these three topics. The study of sex, even the four founders of Hogwarts. Oh, or don't say three. If he can even get a glimpse of one of the problems, then his achievements can be hailed as a master. Draco bets that even if he is as knowledgeable as that old madman Dumbledore, or Even as powerful and crazy as the Dark Lord, no one would offer any constructive suggestions to his incredible experience.
He returned to the age of five, maintaining the knowledge, memories, behavioral norms and thinking of the previous twenty years. If this was a new beginning for the rest of his life, then where did he go at the age of five? Is he staying in this body temporarily until some opportunity comes, or is he occupying the magpie's nest forever? If the soul has changed, does that mean that 'reality' has also changed? After all, the last time I was five years old, there was no mature soul of twenty years old stationed in it.
Most importantly, can he change the future (history)? Because the proud father will no longer be in jail, because the gentle mother will no longer cry day and night, to avoid the unnecessary death of the godfather, for the honor of the Malfoy family, and for his own life and future.
Draco buried his face deeply into the pillow, not knowing whether to be grateful to Merlin for giving him the chance to be reborn, or to be anxious about an even more uncertain future.
(Author¡¯s intrusion: In the original work, Aunt JK did not make the respected professor become Xiaolong¡¯s godfather, but I love this fan setting.) (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com