Heir

He is the person I hate the most. He is the only one who can die for me. --- Before the start of sixth grade, Harry Potter found an old diary in the Black Mansion. The cover was gilded and dull, and the inner pages were blank and wordless—but the moment he touched it, he heard a woman crying. On the same day, Draco Malfoy came for a "reconciliation" visit with his father. The moment the two met, the diary burst into dazzling white light, and the ancient contract text wrapped around their wrists like a brand. "Wizard Guardian Pact" - Draco becomes Harry's guardian. From then on, any fatal injury suffered by Harry would be forcibly transferred to Draco. The price is that Draco's magical core gradually wears away until he dies. There are only two ways to release it: death by the guardian, or complete fulfillment of the contract. And the records show that no guardian survived after fulfilling the contract. What's worse is that the diary is alive. It calls itself Draco's great-great-grandmother Eloise Black, a soul trapped between the pages, someone who has been waiting for hundreds of years. It said the pact could save Harry - remove the fragment of Voldemort's soul from within him. But it didn't say that the price of replacement was to make Draco the new vessel. On one side are the enemies who spend their lives to protect him, and on the other side are the soul fragments that are eagerly looking to occupy this body. Harry wanted to cut off the contract, wanted to face Voldemort alone, and wanted to break the curse that "everyone I care about will die for me"—— But Draco stood in front of him when the green light flew towards him. "I'm not your shield," he said. And then did what the shield does. But that time, it was his choice. --- [I thought I was protecting him] Harry tightened his grip on the contract mark on his wrist. Every silver line reminded him: this person was consuming his life for him, this person was bleeding for him, this person - was the Malfoy he hated the most. But he found himself counting Draco's breaths. On the eve of the battle, he asked, "Can you quit." Draco stared at him, something burning in his gray eyes. "What do you think I will choose?" --- I thought I was being used by him Draco hated this contract. I hated being tied to the savior as a human shield, I hated being dragged into danger every time for no apparent reason, I hated that my face was getting paler and my voice was getting weaker and weaker. But he found himself starting to remember the color of Potter's eyes. When the green light flew over, he didn't think about the contract, the price, or the Malfoy family—— He just wanted to keep those green eyes alive. --- [Contract says: The guardian dies for the one being guarded] [We say: No] --- This is a story about how "enemies who were forced to bind became each other's only guardians." There are contracts, there are Horcruxes, there are life-and-death crises, there are tit-for-tat venomous tongues, there are all the processes from "I thought I hated you" to "I won't allow you to die." And—— Two seventeen-year-old boys chose to stand side by side when fate rolled over them. Purpose: To regain the right to choose among the shackles imposed by fate - and to protect the person who makes you want to live. "