Doomed to be an enemy

"Next weekend." Voldemort's obsidian-like beautiful eyes fixed on the boy, he noticed Harry's uneasiness, and gently reached out his hand to hold the boy's curled fingers: "Harry, I have made all the preparations. he said softly.

"I promise you, everything will be fine." Voldemort's emotions seemed to have infected Harry, and he nodded hesitantly. "Next week I want to spare a day to go to LeMay Manor. Last time they proposed to make up for my birthday."

He was still comatose on July 31st.Even the presents were opened the next day - including Voldemort's travel book. "It was my negligence." Voldemort tapped his fingertips lightly on the sofa, "I'll ask the Death Eaters to pick you up at night, and you won't be allowed to stay overnight." He said the request.

"If they get me drunk—"

"No overnight stay." Voldemort raised his eyebrows emphatically, "You are no longer a student, but their leader."

"Okay, okay..." Harry smiled helplessly.

Only then did Voldemort reluctantly agree: "I'll make up your birthday here at night, so don't eat too much." Harry looked at Voldemort in surprise, realizing that he was serious. "I thought you'd already given a birthday present." Oh, listen, listen, no late nights, no drinking too much, no overeating... Harry wanted to laugh a little, he tried to keep his face serious.

"That's not formal." Voldemort stretched out his fingertips to touch the boy's cheek, and said softly, "Maybe I should say sorry, I don't care much about it, and I haven't celebrated for others." In Slytherin tradition, Exchanging presents is already the most explicit expression, and more shows don't suit his boys.But obviously, this is too deserted for a boy born in Gryffindor.

"No, it's already good."

Harry held the man's fingertips in his hands, and stared at the man with emerald green eyes: "I like Alota very much, he has always insisted that he is not you." Voldemort also laughed silently, "I gave him some My current personality, after all, when I look back on my past, I can always find some embarrassment that cannot be erased. It is normal for him not to want to admit it."

"For example, to explore the No. 13 uses of dragon's blood?" Harry smiled teasingly.

Voldemort's smile couldn't hold back, of course he remembered that this was the result of wanting to have a fight with Dumbledore when he was young.Of course, this is also the only and most unsuccessful time in all experiences. Voldemort didn't really want to recall the time he had blown up a nest of Romanian wyverns.

Voldemort coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "The Death Eaters will go with you, and I will tell them not to disturb you and your friends."

Harry knowingly stopped dwelling on the man's embarrassment, and he was satisfied with this kind of initiative to let himself know about the past anyway - even if there were embarrassing things in it - he was still satisfied.Harry felt that he was about to be spoiled by Voldemort, and if he had encountered such a thing before, he would have at least said a few words of comfort.

But now he just wants to laugh.Maybe it was because Voldemort didn't need comfort in this regard?Oh, that must have backfired, Harry thought uncertainly.So, following Voldemort's train of thought, he said:

"I'll talk to the Order of the Phoenix about it, provided they don't run around."

Voldemort stretched out his arm, and lightly touched the boy's rosy cheek with his white and slender fingertips. Harry suddenly looked away uncomfortably, admiring the boy's vivid expression—rather than standing at the end of the Order of the Phoenix That calm and stern look on the front end, "deal." Voldemort said softly.

Time seemed to slip through the fingers, as if not long ago, they were sitting in Voldemort's arms and reading travel notes together, listening to Voldemort explaining his own experiences to him, and even being magically brought into those memories by the other party.Alota, however, was not affected by Voldemort's magic.He always unceremoniously punctured euphemisms used by men.So much so that Voldemort used magic to lock him into the garden in the portrait. Of course, Alota would tell Harry the truth after she clamored out as revenge.

On such a happy day, Harry was still in a daze when he took two Death Eaters apparating outside the LeMay Manor.The appearance of LeMay Manor has become a little different.The wrought iron fence is covered with mutated roses—a kind of magic plant that will be sprayed with spikes if it gets close. "Oh, its temper is not easy to mess with." Ron seemed terrified, "It was originally an ordinary rose, but since Mr. Flamel watered it every day, it has become like this."

The two following Death Eaters were invited in by Noldor Prewett with a polite smile.Harry had written to his guard the day before, so no one was surprised by the arrival of two Death Eaters.

It was Harry who should have been surprised—as soon as he entered the door, he saw the top of the sloping house, with colorful bunting covering the roof and hanging from the edge.A golden-red phoenix flew in the fire in the fountain pool, and a beautiful song came from it, blowing over the neat lawn—perhaps the lawn of LeMay Manor has never been so beautifully trimmed.The long dining table was already covered with a white embroidered cloth, and Mrs. Weasley was using her wand to place a floating Yorkshire pudding on top of it.

Harry stopped in his tracks as he saw Ginny using her wand to add the topmost piece to the mountain of goblets called Spires.

Hermione said: "I heard that many members of the Order of the Phoenix have come to make up your birthday." Ron patted his friend on the shoulder, "The members of D.A are also here, if you want to get back with Ginny Relationship, this is the best opportunity." He winked and said.

Harry was a little embarrassed for a moment, and he was a little thankful that the two Death Eaters had been invited away in advance.

Calmly, Hermione squeezed between the two of them and said to Harry, "I thought you'd want to talk to her. So... I hope this isn't presumptuous." She looked hesitant. "No, Hermione," said Harry, looking away from Ginny and looking at his two friends, "it's a matter of course, I mean, I really should talk to her."

"Talk?" Ron frowned, looking at Hermione in confusion.Unfortunately, at this time, Harry had already gone straight to Ginny.

"Ginny," Harry called to her.

The red-haired witch saw him and smiled brightly. "Happy birthday, Harry. I mean, let's just pretend it's the 31st." "Nice idea." Harry nodded hesitantly, and he glanced at the dance floor, which was being decorated with flowers. "I can ask you to dance in a moment." dancing?"

Ginny was a little surprised: "I thought it was just like you said, not yet."

"I'm sorry, I think it's about time now." Harry looked at the girl he liked, and there was apology in the emerald green eyes, which made Ginny a little uneasy: "Is that what I thought? I am explain……"

"Ginny—" Harry cut her off, watching her, "see you later."

Ginny closed her mouth and looked at Harry's leaving figure with a vague premonition.The entire manor had been cleared for a dance floor, and Harry saw Sia Flamel using magic to make the flowers grow more luxuriantly.

"Monsieur Flamel." "Harry, oh, happy birthday, just pretend—"

"Just pretend it's the 31st, I know," Harry said first.Sia LeMay smiled, and he winked at the young leader, "It seems that you have received a lot of blessings, I have to say, the gifts people gave you are almost filling up my treasury."

Harry was taken aback, a little surprised: "How could that be?"

Thea put away her wand and walked out of the flower field with great difficulty. Harry gave him a hand, "Oh, thank you, Harry—you know, it's not the same now." Thea teased him "Since we announced that we would make up your birthday, the whole manor has been filled with owls every day. Some of them are gifts from members of the Order of the Phoenix, and more are from other witches and wizards. You see Come on, when the show opens at noon, there will definitely be a lot of people coming—we sent out dozens of invitations, but received hundreds of applications.”

Harry didn't even feel terrified.In fact, when they were chatting, there was already a burst of noise at the door, and Harry subconsciously wanted to go over to check the situation, but was held down by Sia Flamel's shoulder. "Harry, although our special training has ended long ago, I still suggest you not to go there." There was a kind smile in his gray eyes, and his tone was somewhat serious, "Yes, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not Death Eaters, But the Dark Lord is still there, so we negotiated that at least in every respect, you have to stand shoulder to shoulder with him."

Harry nodded, staring at several Ministry of Magic officials at the entrance: "I know, it's just like before."

"That's different."

Sia LeMay said gently, "After this period of time, everyone has recognized you, Harry. You are still young, but you have done things that many people cannot." The master alchemist took two steps back , bowed to Harry solemnly and gracefully—he stopped Harry’s support, "You are our leader, and you deserve it." Sia Flamay slowly straightened up, "This concept, in this period, we hope it Can be more deeply rooted in people’s hearts.”

Harry gradually understood that the existence of the Dark Lord made many people feel uneasy, so the Order of the Phoenix took the opportunity to build itself into a banner as strong as Dumbledore.In other words, the banner in most people's hearts.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.Harry knew in his heart that it was the most embarrassing thing to put hope on himself in such a veiled way compared to expressly admonishing him.Cia Flamel knew him, so she softly begged him to make a choice.Give up that soul-debilitating thing to do with "black magic" -- oh, whatever that is.Harry guessed he must have had a lot of work on the issue.

"In short, some ostentation is still needed." Siah Lemay said to him in a relaxed tone.

"Start with this banquet, my leader."

Next, Sia Flamel began to introduce Harry to the wizards and wizards who came to congratulate him. "You don't have to be particularly enthusiastic. Most of the wizards who come here also cooperate with Death Eaters. They just want to feel at ease, just put on an attitude." Xi Ya whispered to him.

Harry felt a little awkward.

But Mr. Flamel was right, as long as his attitude was not refusal, these congratulatory wizards seemed quite satisfied. "Everyone, today is a special day for us, well, let's assume it's July 7." Siam Lemay acted as the master of ceremonies this time, and he gave himself a loud voice, so the whole manor was his A thick and steady voice.

Harry stood there, feeling a series of glances over him, still a little uncomfortable.

"18 years ago, Harry James Potter was born among us - thank Merlin for that, and now, 18 years later, he is the great leader of the Order of the Phoenix." "For special reasons, he missed this time His birthday, but it doesn’t matter, today we will make up for him with a grand banquet, as the most sincere respect and blessings offered by the Order of the Phoenix to this young leader.”

Gradually, the applause sounded one after another.Harry saw people raising their glasses to salute this way, and more and more people doing so, he couldn't help but silently raised the goblet in his hand in return.

"For the Boy Who Lived," said Cia Flamel.

"For the Boy Who Lived..." members of the Order of the Phoenix muttered, and some of the guests murmured, and Cia Flamel raised her voice, solemnly and solemnly:

"For, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix."

"For this, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix..." The voice gradually became orderly and solemn, and it spread out of the manor through the lawn and garden.Sia Flamel lowered her glass and slowly walked over to Harry who also lowered his glass.He gently and humbly touched the rim of the glass to the wine glass in Harry's hand, making a clear crystal-like collision sound in the quiet venue.

"for--"

"Harry Potter!"

These powerful words completely mobilized the atmosphere. The pyrotechnic jars provided by the Weasley twins made a sharp whistling sound and rushed into the sky. In the daytime, golden sparks filled the sky brilliantly and gathered into golden blossoms. The red hot flame is very beautiful.

"For, Harry Potter." Amid everyone's salute, Harry drank the wine in his goblet.He saw Ron whistling excitedly, and the Weasley twins were arguing with a bundled pyrotechnic cannon - the wizards around them subconsciously moved away from the two of them, and Hermione stood beside them, full of tears. Smiling, he didn't strictly stop this unsafe behavior.He also saw his own guards, Noldo smiled and hugged Roy, while loading a mountain of presents into the automatic transport trolley-it would automatically return to the warehouse of the manor after it was full.

He saw Moon Face, and he and Tonks Nymphadora shook hands and smiled emotionally at him.There is also Greer, the werewolves he led mixed among the guests, and there was no longer the scene of being disgusted and kept away as before.

He saw Hagrid clapping his hands vigorously, the smile on his cheek almost lost in his whiskers.

The professors from Hogwarts were also there. Amid Professor McGonagall's commanding cough, the D.A members raised their wands with a smile, and fired Patronus spells into the air—all silent spells.The white and soft light of the Patronus also brought good mood to the people around. The witches and wizards smiled knowingly and made way for these bouncing little animals-Harry also subconsciously laughed, this is really Could not have been a better gift.

"Thank you," Harry said.

The warm wind formed by magic power spread far away from his side, making his peaceful voice resound around the wizards.

"Thank you to everyone who's been here, and everything that's been here."

Harry's clear green eyes watched everyone around him - they all fell silent and listened politely. "In the past year, some people have experienced pain, and some people have lived like a year. But no matter how difficult it is, that is over. The future is worth looking forward to." Harry's emerald green eyes were extremely calm at this moment "The position of the Order of the Phoenix will not change. We also do not expect a new war."

Hearing this, many people breathed a sigh of relief—this was the first time that the leader of the Order of the Phoenix publicly stated his peaceful orientation after the war.So when Harry took the new glass from Cia Flamel and held it high, many people followed suit, willingly.

In the melodious and distant singing of the flame phoenix in the magic fountain, Harry's voice pierced the air like a sharp sword: "For tomorrow."

"for tomorrow--!"

……

The elegant sound of the harp mellowly flows in the garden, sweeping away the solemn atmosphere in the air.Before the dance started, Mrs. Weasley rolled out a white chocolate fountain cake with eighteen layers, each layer was supported by a crystal plate, and Harry symbolically cut a piece with a dining knife and put it on his own plate , and then the gap in the cake was filled up suddenly and automatically.

"Happy birthday, dear, we specially made different flavors." Mrs. Weasley smiled, "It's thanks to your house elf." Harry was startled: "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, you Kreacher?" "Oh, no, of course not."

Mrs. Weasley shook her head in the direction of the kitchen and said neatly, "It's Dobby. Greer has found a new place to accommodate his 'siblings', the key to 12 Grimmauld Place a few days ago I handed it back—that's when Dobby came to you, and he said it was your house elf, oh, Shea liked him very much."

Harry was a little surprised. Ever since he asked Dobby to take care of the werewolf at 12 Grimmauld Place, he rarely saw this freedom-loving elf. "I'll check on him in a minute, I guess he's got another pile of woolen socks."

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Weasley, Harry walked to the dance floor - where quite a few people were already dancing.Ginny was wearing a dress robe, and she had already rejected the second wizard who invited her, which made her look a little anxious.Today, she was wearing a taupe-colored dress robe, with only a crystal hairpin on her hair, and her bright red hair was loose on her shoulders—exactly like the mother Lily Eyre Harry saw in Snape's memory. Vance.

Harry paused for a moment before walking over.

"Ginny, would you like to dance with me?" Harry stood in front of the witch and extended his hand politely.

His palm was clean and dry. Ginny stared at the lines on the palm, took a deep breath and raised her head to look straight at him: "Harry, do you have something to say to me? I am no longer a Hogwarts kid It's a girl, and you don't need to be coaxed to hear the bad news." She folded her arms and folded her arms in front of her chest, her eyes were a little apprehensive.Harry sighed, "I'm sorry."

This is the second time he has apologized today.As Ginny thought, that inexplicable vague premonition became more and more clear. She thought she should know what Harry was going to say, and Ginny's face gradually turned pale. "I know..." she said before Harry could speak, "I mean, I tried my best, and I begged my mother to train me, but she wouldn't let me go to the front—you're the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and I don't either. I hope I've been missed too far, I've tried." Tears welled up in Ginny's eyes, and she couldn't continue.

"It's not your fault, it's mine." Harry took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. "No, I don't need it, just wait a while." Ginny refused, and Harry didn't force it, he was cruel, "I don't think we can get back together again."

Even with this premonition, Ginny realized how broken her heart was when she heard Harry say that exactly—she almost cried.Why not, she has been secretly in love with the man in front of her since she hadn't started school, and she has always been.But now...

"Harry, you gave me a big 'surprise'." Ginny wanted to show a smile, but failed, it was uglier than crying, "Can I know why?" She finally couldn't help showing cry.This made Harry feel even more guilty.

"I've been in love with someone else for the past year, and I don't want to lie to you, Ginny."

Ginny's tears finally fell, and she knew it must be irrevocable, because Harry said "love", a word he never used when interacting with himself, "Who is she? Granger ?” Harry was startled, and quickly shook his head: “No, Hermione is Ron’s girlfriend.”

"Then who is she?" Ginny quickly wiped away her tears.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head: "Sorry, I can't say, our relationship is still confidential." In the end, Ginny left with red eyes, and Harry watched her hurriedly leave as she disappeared into the hallway.

He should have told Ginny earlier, instead of being so blunt... Harry shook his head.

"Oh, uh...Min, I mean, would you like to live with me? Yes, all the time, oh, Harry—!" On the way to the dining area, turning the flowers, Harry heard Ron Hesitant voice, after understanding the meaning, it was too late for him to stop.

Hermione's cheeks were as red as her pretty pink dress.She pulled her hair up high, like it was at the fourth-grade Yule Ball.Ron looked at Harry annoyedly: "Hey, man, it's really time for you to come, Hermione almost promised me."

"Ronald, I haven't said yes yet." Hermione said, taking a deep breath, as if it would cool the heat off her face a little.

"So it was close," Ron muttered.

"Sorry." Harry smiled, "but I have to say, congratulations—oh, come on, Hermione, you're just short of having the words I agree written on your cheeks." "Harry!" said Hermione. Min showed a dumbfounding expression, as if asking if it was so obvious?Harry chuckled: "Compared to that, I thought it would take a long time to send out your wedding presents."

"Wedding gift?" Two voices rang out in unison around them, and Harry felt a slap on the shoulder.Ron groaned, "Oh no! Fred and George - those big mouths!"

"Hey, Ronnie."

"We did hear—"

Two almost identical faces with freckles appeared next to them, and Fred said maliciously: "Who is getting married?" It's me, you two, do you have an opinion?"

"of course not."

George and Fred looked at each other, "We just heard someone talking about a wedding present. Isn't that right?" "It's nothing!" Ron said quickly to the two twins who were afraid of chaos, without batting an eye.

"Oh, Ronnie!" "Our little brother."

"We know you're lying when you open your mouth, right?"

Harry coughed and smiled, "I said that just now." George blinked: "It seems that there is finally someone who understands like us. Oh, Harry, what have you prepared?" Ron Blushed by what they said, "Enough! Be careful, I'll tell Mom! Even if there is a gift, how could Harry carry it with him—"

Ron opened his mouth wide and watched as Harry took out a palm-sized gift box with a golden red ribbon from his pocket.Now even the twins can't boo.Hermione put her hands down: "Harry, they were just joking."

"I didn't take that as a joke." Harry smiled kindly.

Fred and George looked at each other silently, and slapped Ron on the back hard, which made his open mouth close: "Harry, don't listen to them." He staggered and was caught by two The twin brother pushed in front of Harry and said awkwardly - his cheeks were starting to burn.

"Take it, Ron, you and Hermione will like it." Harry simply shoved the box to his friend with an embarrassed expression. "Open it and have a look." George couldn't help but said.Ron was obviously annoyed by them, he scratched his head and looked at Harry with some embarrassment, and there was also unbearable curiosity in his eyes.

"It's okay, let's open it and have a look." Harry said with a smile.

Ron pulled off the ribbon, quietly lifted a corner of the lid, and found that inside was a bunch of ancient keys engraved with ancient runes - his eyes widened in surprise, and he suddenly raised his head and closed the lid.

"Oh, Harry, no, this is too precious!" This time, Ron was really at a loss.

"I don't think so, I think there are many things that are more precious than it." Harry joked.

Fred and George were almost overflowing with curiosity. "Oh, Ronnie, what the hell did Harry give—" "Show me."

"Oh, stop! No--this one can't be seen!"

Harry blinked innocently: "I'm going to get a glass of wine."

"Wait, Harry, take this back—George! You can't do this!" Harry didn't obey, and he left even faster, and Ron's mighty roar came from behind him, very much like Wayne. Mrs Sly.

Harry couldn't help showing a silent smile, he was really happy that Ron and Hermione could get together smoothly.With a hint of envy, he silently blessed the two of them in his heart.