Doomed to be an enemy

The cool night wind blows on the cheeks, bringing a little coolness.On the soft lawn, the arches wrapped in wreaths are beautifully pink even in the dark.The Burrow is no longer a crooked building. It has a brother next to it, which is a normal tower building with three connecting bridges on both sides.

The whole lawn is full of long tables, piled with delicious food.Even from a distance, Harry could still see a grown-up Ginny helping Mrs. Weasley with the bat-spirit spell to drive away the goblins—it was brilliant.Those little old men swearing and scrambling to get into the reeds.

The Weasley brothers threw something into it, and then the dark blue flames rose up like a wall, and the magnificent music came from inside, making Harry's eardrums itch.The music heard Mrs. Weasley shrieking, "It's not time yet! Are you trying to drive the guests away, George!"

"Sorry, Mom, it's missing a little—" "Tune in! Yes, we promise it'll be ready soon!"

Harry saw the twins scrambling to cover their ears and chanted spells, and he was about to do the same when the volume of the music finally dropped.

"Oh, no matter how many times I come here I have to say, this is cool!"

A familiar voice hurried past him excitedly—as if he hadn't seen him, Harry heard Charlie say to the other party: "Thanks to Granger..." They walked quickly, and their voice gradually faded away. small.

Harry couldn't help watching, they were wearing formal dresses, and Dedalus Digger was walking towards the wreath with his Muggle wife and adopted son. A more mature and mature Ron, holding Hermione's arm awkwardly, was talking to a couple, and he looked very nervous.

Hermione was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, her hair was pulled up, and the crystal hairpin on it was shining even if it was far away. She looked very happy, and it didn't take long before she took Ron to say goodbye to the couple, and turned to And start to welcome the guests.Only then did Harry realize that many people had already arrived at this time.

He walked slowly, and saw Alastor Moody who wanted to smile but almost made Madam Malkin's grandson cry, "This is not a vampire, it doesn't bite." He heard Madam Malkin coaxing the half- big boys.He also saw the older Professor McGonagall, and the still small Professor Flitwick insisted on asking her to dance with him.

The Malfoy family, who looked reserved and disapproving of this Muggle supplies, raised their glasses and signaled to them, "I really don't understand why I want to see these Muggle things." Draco Malfoy's youngest son raised his chin He said angrily, "There's no magic at all." "Scorpius, although that's not very pleasing, you have to understand if someone likes you." Harry looked at Draco frowning and Lucius uncomfortably. All of a sudden, there was a loud noise from the door. Harry looked over and saw that it was Neville who had grown up and accompanied the Longbottoms on his arm with Luna Rookwood. Harry was surprised to find that Longbottom The couple are no longer as dull as Saint-Gormanli, they have smiles on their faces.

It seemed contagious, and Harry was genuinely happy for Neville, even though they couldn't see him.

Afterwards, many wizards from the Order of the Phoenix came one after another, and to Harry's horror, there were also some Death Eaters.But the twins' wedding march was like a broken radio, high and low. Harry could already imagine Mrs. Weasley's sullen look. Dean Thomas seemed unable to bear the noise, and he dragged Seamus over. Wanting to help, not long after, there was a bang, I don't know which spell was cast wrongly, the wall of fire swished into the sky like a sharp arrow, and the sky was filled with blue sparks in an instant, and in the end it was Hermione who threw the wedding dress away. Striding forward in a ladylike manner, she took out her wand as she went.The crowd exclaimed.

The falling blue flames turned into blooming roses, raining down dazzling red petals.I don't know who started to applaud.

Ron followed with a grin, and after Hermione had done all this, he held her hand and took out the shiny ring...

Harry couldn't help laughing, although he didn't know the specific process of the wedding, but it definitely didn't follow the rules, the smile on Hermione's face was really helpless.

"Harry."

The familiar whispered call interrupted Harry's smile. He turned his head and saw Voldemort standing on the hillside. He didn't know how long he looked at it.He was dazed for a while, then looked back at the two friends receiving the blessing, turned and walked out.Walk across the manicured lawns, into the reeds and up the hillside.

The man stood there tall, with the hem of the ominous black clothes spread on the grass, the magic pressure made the overgrown reeds bend their waists, revealing a spacious road.Harry wiped his sweat, "Voldemort, why are you here?"

He looked surprised.

"This seems to be my dream—" He stopped abruptly.

"You peeked at my brain again?!" Harry was a little annoyed. Voldemort withdrew his gaze, and looked at him closely with dark red eyes, "Come here." He raised his slender arms, and the wide robe slid down to his elbows, making him look even thinner.

Voldemort didn't even reply back.Harry moved over suspiciously, and couldn't help but take a look at his calm face. It seemed that Voldemort was not in a good mood.Thinking of his dream about the wedding of two good friends and the pile of Muggle supplies in it, Harry felt that he had found the reason.

"Should I wake up?"

"It's still three o'clock in the morning." Voldemort said, his fingers grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him into his arms, as if Harry found himself wearing a thin cloak in the blink of an eye. Voldemort tied the ribbon for him slowly: "If you watch enough, I can wake you up anytime."

Have you seen enough?

Harry couldn't help turning his head to look at the brightly lit place below the hillside, and shook his head after a while: "It's just a dream." Voldemort heard what he meant, and waved his wand to fix the boy's wind-blown hair: "This is you The future you're looking forward to?" He stared down at Harry scrutinizingly: "You saw your friends, the Death Eaters, and... me."

"Yes."

Harry smiled, "That's fine."

"I don't understand, and I don't quite agree," Voldemort pursed his lips. "In your dream, everyone is alive without war, but Harry, where are you?" Lifting the boy's chin, Harry's emerald green eyes flashed with daze, and he said in a relaxed tone after a while, "As you can see, I'm here." He raised his hand to hold Voldemort's wrist, letting his Jaw free, "Look, it's just a dream, there's no need to take it so seriously."

Voldemort gave him a deep look, and suddenly changed the subject: "You are confused about the future, my boy. When the fighting in July is over, your ideas—or dreams will not be difficult to realize." Voldemort did not leave Seeing the boy's bright eyes unexpectedly, he said in a cautious tone, "But what are you going to do about our relationship?"

"Relationship?" Harry was a little dazed.

"Of course." A charming smile appeared on Voldemort's handsome face, "I don't want you to be nervous every time you go out to see me, do you?"

Harry's smile gradually faded, "I don't know." Harry said in a low voice, "I mean they might not be able to accept this."

"...Actually, that's pretty good."

"No. It's not good at all." Voldemort said softly, reaching out to touch the boy's cheek soothingly, "Think about it, you can't come to the Death Eaters to look for me in the middle of the night, just because you miss me —” This sentence drew a disapproving glance from Harry, who muttered, “I’ve never done that before.” Voldemort ignored it, and continued, “You can only hide in the In that Muggle house, it can't see the sun, it can only hide in the shadows, every time you go there, you have to make up excuses, your friends, those wizards you value, will ask you where you are going, and you can't answer .”

Harry opened his mouth, but the more he listened, the more he became silent. His emerald green eyes also dimmed. Voldemort looked at him, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp cone. He took the boy into his arms with a little force:

"I'll tell you what's best." A soft and beautiful voice whispered in his ear, and Voldemort said unhurriedly, "The Dark Lord will get what he wants regardless of the eyes of those wizards, Harry, you are free to accept or reject, no one will accuse you of abuse..."

"--and many more."

Harry couldn't help interrupting Voldemort's words, and moved to get away from the embrace, but the other party let go of the arms around his waist indulgently, not very satisfied with the feeling of loss of temperature.Harry took a step back and looked at the tall wizard: "You're going to carry it alone, aren't you?" He wasn't sure if the other person meant that, but Voldemort didn't object.

Harry shook his head and said firmly, "No, it's not fair to you. I can't hide behind you and pretend I don't know anything. Maybe I can help too."

Voldemort raised the corners of his lips, silently watching the boy's uneasy but firm tone.

Harry's words went unanswered, but that was an answer in itself.Harry looked at the calm and unquestionable expression in Voldemort's dark red eyes, and after a while, he said a little discouraged, "What are you going to do?"

Harry made up his mind that if Voldemort's plans were too dangerous, he'd rather stay as they were.Oh, he wasn't one of those melancholy little girls, he didn't really care as much as he thought whether to disclose his relationship with Voldemort, yes, it didn't matter that much.

Harry tried his best to ignore the little disappointment in his heart, he felt that he shouldn't be so greedy.

Voldemort couldn't stand Harry being in this situation a little bit, but the part of the plan that had been done quietly had to be pointed out now - he couldn't bear Harry to have that dangerous idea.Harry couldn't imagine their future, even if it was pessimistic, Voldemort had always known this, but he had never been so intuitive and frightened, he couldn't let Harry go to the battlefield with such thoughts.

"Harry..."

Voldemort smiled softly, "I think you should spend some time thinking about how to deal with a strong suitor in the future, a suitor who is upright."

"The suitor... are you talking about yourself?"

It took Harry a while to realize, Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his handsome face showed a bit of playfulness, "You thought she was the little girl from the Weasley family?" Harry shook his head subconsciously, "We have already broken up..." The words came out of his mouth Only then did he realize what he had said, and a chill came to his heart.Seeing Voldemort's inexplicable smile again, Harry swallowed, "You shouldn't mind."

Although the original agreement with Ginny was to wait until it was over and try to be together if they were still alive.

But that's obviously not possible now.Harry was rather thankful that Voldemort didn't know about it.Oh, this is not the same as Voldemort's bunch of so-called lovers in a sense.

Of course Voldemort wouldn't bother with a little girl, especially now that Harry and him were firmly together.He took Harry's hand and walked slowly into the depths of the reeds:

"Then watch her get married," he said.

Harry quickly agreed, but he did not forget to warn lovers with various previous convictions: "But you can't interfere." Voldemort snorted disdainfully, which was his answer.This made Harry slightly relieved.He didn't doubt Voldemort's ability to set things up at all. "How do you want to pursue me? Huh?"

"You'll know then."

"I remember you said that you have never had a physical lover, that is to say, you have never pursued anyone... Can you really guarantee that you will not be seen by members of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"To shut up."

Without the oppression of the Dark Lord's magic power, the flexible reed slowly straightened up, covering this "road" again.