Hp Draco Malfoy

A pair of hands, a pair of hands that Harry had not expected to be so soft, touched Harry's face, opened his eyelids, then reached under his shirt to touch his chest, and tested his heartbeat. Harry could hear the woman's rapid breathing and felt her long hair tickling his face. He knew the woman could feel his life hitting his ribs. "Is Draco still alive? Is he in the castle?" The whisper was barely audible. The woman's lips were only an inch away from his ears. She buried her head very low, and her long hair blocked his face, making it invisible to the people around her. "Yes," he replied in a weak voice. He felt the hand on his chest tightening, and his nails pinched him. Then the hand retracted. She sat up straight. "He's dead!" Narcissa Malfoy shouted to the people around her. They started shouting, cheering and stamping their feet. Through his eyelids, Harry saw streaks of red and silver light shooting into the air to celebrate their victory. He lay on the ground and continued to pretend to be dead, but he understood in his heart. Narcissa knew that there was only one way for her to enter Hogwarts and find her son, and that was to go in with the occupying forces. She no longer cared whether Voldemort was victorious or not. The above is the scene where the mother-in-law meets her son-in-law. Look at the sky. Normal updates will resume on January 14th