Doomed to be an enemy

"I found "The Most Dangerous Mysteries of the Dark Arts" at the Flamel Manor, and there is a note written by Mr. Nicole Flamel in that book." Harry's lips turned pale.Under Voldemort's silent gaze, he took his holly wand out of his robes and pointed it at the air.

The mottled debris separated out in the air, and then slowly gathered together to form a complete, brittle parchment fragment, which fell into the palm of Voldemort's outstretched hand.

The writing on the piece of paper was very blurry, and the handwriting could only be read clearly.

"Heart of redemption..." "Wear the Horcrux of the one you love, and you can put him to sleep." Voldemort read the above words softly, he paused, his obsidian-like deep and dangerous eyes stared at the next piece of parchment a paragraph.

"A soul opened with love cannot escape from a horcrux."

Looking at the parchment, Harry read softly, "Struggling, we're both going to get hurt... There's only one destined outcome, or escape, but that's just a fluke." Harry pursed his lips and whispered the most scribbled words. In a word, "kill the other party before that, and get rid of the curse."

The air seemed to become stagnant and viscous in an instant, and the cold magic power belonging to Voldemort slid across the skin, and Voldemort let go of the boy silently——Harry hardly dared to look at Voldemort's expression at this moment, the parchment fragments were covered by the man's white and delicate skin. The long fingers clenched slowly, and he began to pace. The ominous black robe was pulled by the air current driven by the magic power, like a thick black mist. "This is black magic." The expression on Voldemort's handsome face gradually distorted, and he suppressed the idea of ​​destroying the building to vent his anger, "or in other words, curse—" he said softly, his tone completely cold.

The dark magic in the air is about to move, almost shaking the night.

Harry watched the man behaving like a trapped animal, and couldn't help but said, "But that's not absolute, it says—"

"Escape." Voldemort approached him silently, staring into the boy's clear green eyes with a cold face, "I think this is what you mean." His tone became lighter and lighter, but Harry held his breath, almost It was watching the other person's black eyes, which gradually transformed into a magnificent and shocking dark red in front of him.

"My boy, many vicious spells you know are not curses—this includes the three unforgivable spells." Voldemort's angry breath blew on his cheeks, but his tone was extremely soft: " Let me tell you, dark magic curses are something no dark wizard would touch lightly... it's time consuming and dangerous - the only good thing is secrecy. You may be slowly weakening and suffering, and you won't find anything Reason." His lips could almost touch the boy's cheek, but Harry felt a little cold, "You may not survive at a critical moment, just because the curse took away a little bit of your luck at that time—"

"But, if the curse is really that terrible..." Harry's breath stopped, his voice became lower and lower, "Why didn't you use it on me at that time? Didn't you think that I escaped by luck many times?" ?”

"Because the curse will also require the person who cast the spell to pay a price." Voldemort stared at the boy he liked, the terrible anger almost made the tables and chairs tremble, the cups and plates collided on top of each other, and he got closer "It's like—"

He stretched out his fair and slender fingers, and lightly touched the boy's pale cheeks: "You can't do without a piece of soul now." He used Parseltongue for this sentence.

His fingertips slid upwards slowly, resting on the lightning scar on the boy's forehead, describing the appearance of the scar - it seemed that there was an inexplicable sore air moving inside, and Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

"If I had extracted the soul shards as originally planned, you might be on the verge of death right away." Voldemort's soft hiss was extremely eerie.Although Harry had a premonition, when he really heard such a conclusion, he was still uncontrollably depressed. He resisted the drowsiness caused by Voldemort's outburst of magic power and violent anger that strengthened the power of the oath of protection, " Sorry, I just thought it might be dangerous..." The survival rate was also low.

Harry added silently in his mind.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, at such a close distance, and covered by his own magic field, he knew exactly what the boy was whispering in his heart.It softened his anger a little instead—at least his boy wasn't trying to embrace death on purpose.

The crazy dark magic in the air slowly subsided, and Voldemort said calmly, "I'll figure out a solution for this matter." His eyes were smooth and he stood in surprise at the kitchen door looking at the chef here, bone-colored. With a jerk of the yew wand—

"Forget it all!"

A flash of furious pale green light pushed the Muggle against the wall and slid unconscious to the ground.

At this moment, the clock tower of the Palace of Westminster rings midnight in downtown London. Voldemort looked out the window silently, the solemn and ominous bang-dang sound seemed to anger him, suddenly Voldemort swung his yew wand sharply, and an invisible ripple suddenly spread along the air!

The third ringing of the bell stopped abruptly.

Not only here, but the bells in the entire downtown area of ​​London were completely eliminated in an instant.The ancient gears of the 161-year-old Big Ben have completely stopped working.Harry let out a slow breath, relaxing his tense muscles - for a moment he almost thought Voldemort was going to kill the Muggle who overheard their conversation.

Harry hesitated for a moment, walked over slowly, and silently hugged the man's straight, tight back, "I believe you..." he whispered.Hearing the rapid heartbeat in the opponent's chest, he felt Voldemort's hand gently fall on his hair, slip from the neck and stay at the back of the heart, almost hugging him tightly.Harry suddenly felt extremely sleepy - he closed his eyes almost immediately.

Then the night surged up, and the drawings on the round table and Harry's cake statue disappeared at the same time.They apparated.

This was probably the deepest sleep Harry had ever slept in.Occasionally, a flat-tasting potion is fed into the mouth.He could feel Voldemort's presence next to him, and he relaxed even more into that deeper, dark, sweet dream.

If there is any news that attracts attention recently, it is the fire accident that broke out in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic—the incident that shocked the Daily Prophet and destroyed half of the Ministry of Magic. Still being said with lingering fear.

The photos of the scene occupied a large section of the newspaper, and the Silent Man was walking around, dealing with the remaining dangerous items.The Minister of Magic, Piers Thinnix, issued a public apology, and the Director of Mysteries resigned.Fortunately, it was a weekend when the accident happened, otherwise more people would have died.Hermione Granger, the newly appointed head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department, took over the matter in place of the sluggish Director.

Voldemort stood by the bed, staring at the sleeping boy, took the concocted ink from Severus Snape's hand, the Potions Master's face was sallow, as if he hadn't rested for a long time, and his hair was a strand A wisp of it stuck to the cheek, but the tone was still respectful: "Master, Potter is in your hands now, why use such a precious thing."

"I don't think so." Voldemort looked at the black ink in the crystal bottle in his hand that exuded a pale golden light, and said softly, "Now it's time to repay this boy." His tone made Severus Snape feel Uneasy, he watched as Voldemort conjured a scroll of crisp yellow Greek papyrus out of the air.

Only by touching it can you know that the touch of this thing is very rough.After searching through the entire Department of Mysteries, only this volume remained.With the craftsmanship lost, not even the wizarding world can reproduce the paper that is most suitable for contracts. Voldemort's fair and slender fingers gently stroked the rough lines on it.

"I remember, you begged me to forgive Harry's mother, Severus."

Snape pursed his lips tightly, "Yes, Master." His tone was steady and his eyes were empty, but his back was almost drenched in cold sweat. Voldemort gave a short chuckle, he seemed to be in a good mood, "May I think that you would also place such emotion on her son?" he said softly.

"This is nothing." Snape's breath was short for a moment, and he looked even more humble.

"is it?"

Voldemort squinted his black eyes and examined the excellent Death Eater: "Get out of here."

"Yes, Master." Severus Snape bowed slightly, and withdrew calmly - even though his heart almost stopped beating at the moment.

In the master bedroom, Voldemort stretched out his fingertips to gently caress the crystal bottle, opened the lid after a while, and walked slowly behind the desk.He unfolded the precious contract paper with his own hands, and took out a quill made of phoenix tail hair from the drawer.

Voldemort sat down, dipped the tip of his quill into the precious ink that contained countless magical materials in the bottle, and began to write without hesitation.That's not English, but an even older rune.The phoenix's tail hair began to shine brightly, and the handwriting was recorded softly with the ink.

Faintly, the singing of a phoenix emerged in the air.

Slowly, the singing became clearer and clearer until Voldemort finished the last touch.The entire feather was reduced to gray ash.There is a slight golden glow in the black writing, and a magic seal is shining at the place where the contract is signed.

……

In his sleep, Harry was standing on the street in West London, and when he saw that even the dustbin was taller than him, he was a little dazed.The people coming and going were all wearing old-fashioned clothes, so he had to walk slowly. Suddenly, Harry found that the road here was very familiar. He remembered that he had followed Dumbledore in the Pensieve in sixth grade. The professor is here.

Harry's heart beat rapidly for a moment—before he could react, he subconsciously ran, was bumped by two pedestrians, recklessly crossed two blocks, and then slowly stopped.

In front of him was an old orphanage, with the words "Wall Orphanage" written on the crooked signboard.

The iron-barred gate was locked, and Harry was panting profusely with sweat. "Are you an orphan too?" said a hesitant, haughty voice suddenly.Harry looked over suddenly. Tom Riddle, who was less than ten years old, was wearing white washed clothes, leaning against the stone wall at the door, looking at him warily.

Harry stared at his pale face due to malnutrition, and finally nodded: "Yes." Tom looked at him without blinking, and laughed, "You don't look like that." "If I had parents You wouldn't be here alone, would you?" said Harry patiently.

Tom pursed his lips, seeming to accept the remark reluctantly.

"Are you alone? Why is the door locked?" Harry approached tentatively and asked.Tom glanced suspiciously, making sure he wasn't holding any dangerous items, and then changed his posture to face the approaching boy, suddenly interested in chatting.

"Everyone here is dead, sick and dead." Tom's obsidian-like eyes remained unmoved. "I'm dying too."

Harry caught his breath, "No, you won't die."

Tom Riddle said sarcastically, "Even if you don't now, you will die one day." "People will die." Harry stretched out his hand to hold the cold iron railing, his emerald green eyes sneaked through the narrow gap Looking at him, "I can stay with you."

"You?" Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows in exactly the same arc as Voldemort.He looked skeptical.Harry nodded quickly, seeing this, Tom looked away boredly, "Billy likes his rabbit, and he also said that he would always be with him." His tone became grim, "But I secretly strangled him to death. I just cried a lot.”

"What I'm saying is true."

Harry said with some distress, his eyes slipped to the rusted iron lock, "I open the door, will you come with me?" "You're not afraid of me..." Tom Riddle looked at him again in surprise, With a little interest, "Are you a human trafficker? Did they feed you?"

"Have you ever seen a human trafficker like me?" Harry gritted his teeth.

Tom narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "No. Do you have food?" "What?" Harry was taken aback, not quite understanding how the topic had come to this point.

Tom pursed his lips in displeasure, "No, nothing."

Harry realized that the other party might be hungry. He touched his body, but he didn't find his wand. "Well, if you want something to eat..." He held out his hand hesitantly, tried a few times, and a sweet smell of food suddenly appeared in the air, attracting Tom Riddle's eyes, he stared at Bread suddenly appeared in Harry's hand, with a greedy gleam in his black eyes.

"How did you—" he paused, "no, I mean, you would do that too?" "You—" Tom realized that he was getting anxious, and he looked at him with a new look. The little boy who appeared mysteriously said suddenly, "Does what you just said still count?"

"What?" Harry blinked deliberately, flashing a broad smile.

Tom looked a little unhappy, and he felt that the other party was making fun of him-although most of them were well-intentioned.He said reluctantly: "If I leave with you, can you teach me how to conjure bread?" Hearing this, Harry said dryly: "I can guarantee that you will be able to do this soon." He remembered the bakery that was still open on the road, and prayed that the owner would not be so quick to find out that there was a missing display in the window.

Tom frowned and thought about this sentence carefully, but found no loopholes.His gaze deliberately avoided the bread in Harry's hand: "Then, deal." Harry subconsciously grinned, "Here you are." He stuffed the bread into Tom's hand.

Then, Harry changed positions and tiptoed to touch the iron lock on the iron door.After Tom Riddle quickly cleared the brioche in his hand, he heard the lock fall to the ground with a bang, and Harry was struggling to push the rusted door open a crack-there was a harsh sound sound.

"Hey! Who's there!?—" shouted a nun coming out of the hall.

"Go!" Tom Riddle grabbed Harry's hand in an instant, and quickly ran out through the gap in the door.They ran until they reached the Thames, and Tom let go of his hand and stopped.Harry was out of breath, and Tom Riddle was not much better.

"Didn't you say that everyone inside is dead?" Harry stared at Tom, whose face was paler with sweat sticking to his cheeks.The latter sneered: "That was a lie to you, and you actually believed it."

Harry opened his mouth wordlessly.

He was actually deceived by Voldemort, who was less than ten years old... This fact made him a little unacceptable.Tom was amused by his sullen look, and his sweaty smile almost destroyed his original gloomy face in the sun, making him look very beautiful. "Okay, I promise, this is the last time."

Harry grudgingly accepted the obvious words of comfort.The two boys, who were no taller than the trash can, found a bench to sit down and rest.As if leaving the orphanage, Tom's expression became clearer.He stared at the flowing Thames—the broken light on the river's surface was reflected in his black eyes almost like broken stars.

"You just now," Tom pursed his lips, and glanced at Harry imperceptibly, "why did you say stay with me, do you know someone from my family?" Harry looked back at him, shaking his head slowly. Shake your head. "I don't know them." There was a smile in his green eyes. "Is it okay for me to say that?"

Tom was a little disappointed, he sneered, "That's obviously a lie." Harry wasn't surprised, his tone was very calm: "What if it wasn't?" He noticed that Tom suddenly narrowed his eyes—this was in line with Voldemort's thinking time exactly the same.Harry suddenly showed a peaceful smile: "What if I'm serious? Do you agree?"

"Agreed to what?" Tom's tone was a little stiff.

Harry didn't speak, but looked at him for a while: "Do you hate me?" "A little bit." Tom looked at him, with something surging in his dark eyes on his expressionless face. "But I have my eyes on you." Harry said bluntly, and he couldn't help laughing before he finished speaking, "so I want to be with you."

He said in a relaxed tone.

Tom looked startled and completely stiffened.Then his face became gloomy: "You can't be with me forever." He interrupted Harry's thoughts of speaking, "Unless, you are willing to share your life with me." "No, that's not enough, plus all the power, even soul."

"Dare you?" said Tom Riddle defiantly.

Harry didn't like Tom's aggressive tone: "Of course, of course I would." He kicked the ball back in turn, "But what about you? Would you like to? Share life, strength, soul with me..." Harry was quite Understand Voldemort's obsession with private property.

The sun warmed Tom's cheeks, and his dark eyes fixed on Harry, putting away his overly revealing expression.For a moment, his face overlapped with Harry's image of Voldemort's.

"I would," said Tom.

The voice was so soft that it was almost drowned in the sound of the Thames. Harry's emerald green eyes were filled with astonishment. He was a little unsure if he heard the faint hiss of Parseltongue just now when Tom spoke.

……

In the master bedroom of the Malfoy Manor, Voldemort opened his eyes, watching the precious papyrus in his hand ignite a bright and warm fire, just like a boy looking into his own eyes, fascinating.The magic mark on the signing place has disappeared——

In their place are their names.

Lord·Voldemort&Harry·James·Potter

This line of writing was quickly engulfed in flames.