Doomed to be an enemy

That was a few days ago.

Voldemort had been preparing for this matter after careful consideration since Harry started to learn the dark arts because he was not used to the dark magic.As he said, he was not completely sure about extracting soul slices from living bodies.Nagini has always unconditionally agreed with his decision, perhaps because of this obedience, the whole process of taking out the soul piece was extremely smooth.

But just as Voldemort expected, Nagini's soul was shaken after taking out the soul tablet.He still has lingering fears about the dying appearance of his snake at that time-you know, this is just a piece of soul that is still sleeping.

So, what would happen if the soul piece on Harry's body had been activated and even deliberately nurtured and strengthened? At that moment, Voldemort was extremely grateful that he had signed an irreversible magical contract with the boy.

Harry woke up in Voldemort's arms.

The practice of black magic does not consume too much magic power, but it is quite harsh to the test of energy and will. Voldemort smelled of peppermint after bathing, and he was wearing a black robe that was silky and light - it felt more comfortable than silk, Harry thought vaguely, perhaps this was the reason why the other party no matter what Don't like to wear other robes?

When he regained consciousness, Harry found himself sitting on Voldemort's lap, sleeping there for an unknown amount of time.The other's warm fingertips ran through his hair and gently massaged his scalp, which also dried the hair, which made Harry feel lazy and extremely comfortable.

A thick book was suspended in the air, and Voldemort paused for a moment as he used his wand to turn the pages, and his eyes shifted to the boy who had sat up awkwardly.

"woke up?"

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Harry rubbed his eyes.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, and his tone was helpless and joking, "I originally wanted to put you to sleep on the bed, but..." He paused intentionally, "A certain little boy never let go of me, this makes me extremely embarrassed .”

Because he wasn't quite used to the dark magic, Harry really liked to be around Voldemort, to be close to him, because that was the only way to feel better. Voldemort laughed at it so often that Harry thought he was used to it.

Under Voldemort's smiling eyes, Harry tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened and moved to the sofa: "Okay, aren't your legs numb?"

"Speaking of which, a little bit." Voldemort said softly, staring at the boy meaningfully, Harry hesitated knowingly for a moment, then sat next to the man, and stretched out his hand to help massage the boy's thigh. Voldemort's satisfied tone was slightly teased: "It seems that the recuperation has finally paid off. You seem to be heavier than before, my boy." The massage force suddenly increased, which made him gasp slightly.

Harry said quietly, "Sorry."

"I accept." Voldemort said reluctantly after heaving a sigh of relief.

"It's a good thing." He raised his hand to touch the boy's healthy and rosy cheeks, "Your friends will come to see you the day after tomorrow. Before that, we have to take out the soul piece."

Harry didn't expect this moment to come so soon.

Voldemort held his hand and walked silently down the corridor.The entire Malfoy Manor seemed to be emptied in one day.All the Death Eaters had been sent out, and he was explaining things to the boy in a low voice, distracting him.

But Harry still had cold sweat on his palms. He listened without saying a word, but his emerald green eyes were extremely calm.From the outside alone, it was impossible to tell how nervous the boy was—maybe even a little scared. Voldemort suddenly remembered that Harry often faced himself with this attitude before, what did he think then?

Ignorant and fearless?A stupid, lucky kid?Or was it a perceived threat later on?

Voldemort suddenly understood that his boy was neither ignorant nor stupid, he knew what he was facing, but still chose not to back down.Perhaps Harry was indeed a bit lucky that he couldn't understand, but that kind of courage was also enough to be admired and respected. Voldemort pursed his lips, thinking uncontrollably, if the boy hadn't been forced to find out what was written on the parchment, wouldn't the Harry of today be ready to face his own death?

——With such a calm look that is enough to deceive everyone, but in fact, he is alone in fear?

Voldemort squeezed the boy's hand, he just wanted to finish this damned ritual now, so he quickened his steps calmly, the hem of his black ominous robe almost fluttered.They came out of the rich marble-floored hall and through the back door into the garden.

Amongst the sea of ​​flowers that Harry once marveled at, Voldemort had cleared an open space, and the ugly soil was covered by a thick, soft cashmere blanket.

There was nothing here, but Voldemort stopped.

"Harry..."

Voldemort let go of Harry's hand, and gently stroked the boy's cheek, "This will all be over soon." "I know." Harry said.The tone was calm enough to annoy Voldemort.He watched Harry with dark, dangerous obsidian eyes, and slowly planted a kiss on the boy's forehead.

Kiss on the scar that he personally marked, and then kiss the boy's cold lips along the bridge of the nose for a moment. Voldemort bitterly bit Harry's petal-like soft lips, "When this is over, I will hug you here."

Harry didn't refute this time, instead, he showed a smile: "I'm waiting."

Voldemort wondered if Harry would be so calm when facing death, he stared at the boy, pushing away the ominous thought, yes, they have a contractual connection, his boy still has a long life .

"Relax, my boy."

Voldemort let go gently, and backed away slowly and soundlessly.He stared closely at the boy who had been chasing his gaze, took a deep breath, and once again pointed the bone-colored yew wood wand at the boy he liked:

"The soul appears!"

The strange hissing sound of Parseltongue was suddenly amplified many times, and it almost penetrated into Harry's brain in a cascading manner. All the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant, and Harry fell powerlessly on the blanket.The hissing spell seemed to vibrate directly in his soul through his hearing, and the feeling of dizziness and vomiting made him curl up in cold sweat. Harry was hot and cold, and his vision was blurred - he couldn't even see Voldemort's figure clearly, he was panting rapidly , every bone was numb during the vibration—until he could no longer feel the existence of his body...

Voldemort's black pupils shrank suddenly, and black air flowed out from the scar on the boy's forehead like smoke, at first it was just a tiny trace—then as if a gate had been touched, a hissing murmur came out from inside, It almost resounded throughout the manor, the dark magic power was pulled over by the whisper, the clouds became cloudy, and the sun became gloomy.

But the truly frightening eternal darkness is the dense and suffocating black mist in front of him—rushing out from the boy’s lightning scar—

"Do not……"

Voldemort's black eyes turned red like blood in an instant, and he stared at all this with a livid face. The extremely violent air current of magic power uprooted the vegetation on the ground, withered all the flowers, and also blew his dark, ominous robe.

This is not a soul fragment at all! Voldemort looked up at it silently, and the twenty-foot-high black mist spread like a cloud—all the soul tablets he had absorbed were not as large as it!

However, it hasn't fully revealed itself yet.

"No—" Voldemort murmured softly.The sense of the contract was rapidly weakening, and a deep weakness came from the depths of the soul—even though the power of the soul was rapidly balancing, it still couldn't stop the speed of the boy's slide into the abyss...Harry was far away from that The closer the world is, the weaker the contract is.

Voldemort regretted it for a moment, what on earth did he go crazy to agree to the boy's soul chip for himself? !But now, the magic circle on the ground restricted Soul Piece's escape, and similarly, blocked his footsteps. The expression on Voldemort's handsome face was distorted, and he pointed his wand at the ground without hesitation. Horrible cracks spread from the steamed-dried soil in an instant, and with a muffled bang, the magic power center of the magic circle was cut off——

At this moment, in the black mist, the hissing whisper suddenly became clear:

"save……"

"……he……"

As if the sweetest temptation was in front of him, Voldemort's breath was stagnant, he stared at the soul piece that should have escaped, but was still entrenched here at this moment, he knew what was waiting for him, demagogy and judging the situation have always been The Dark Lord's forte.

Only now—

The hunter becomes the prey.

……

The gorgeous marble terrace has been cleaned extremely clean, the carved gemstone flower vines are wrapped around the snow-white pillars, and the light white veils are blown by the breeze under the classical petal-shaped and spire-shaped dome.Surrounded by thick milky white mist, Harry couldn't see farther away, only the sea of ​​roses under the terrace was blooming incomparably gorgeously.The rich sweet fragrance hits the face, making people unable to stop being confused and moved.

"anyone there?"

Voldemort Manor was very quiet, no one seemed to be here.Harry couldn't help but speak, his voice echoing in an invisible void.He was a little disappointed, it seemed that Voldemort wasn't here either.

Harry sat on the stone-carved chair in frustration, staring at the chair of the same style across the round table, a little dazed.He remembered that he was hit by Voldemort's spell, and then it was a difficult process - his memory before coming here was blank.

"Harry."

Harry was startled, he subconsciously turned around, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

"Professor Dumbledore?!" He lost his voice.

Harry stood up in surprise, and Albus Dumbledore, wearing a familiar robe embroidered with stars and moons, walked slowly.

"Surprised, Harry?"

"I have to say, I've been waiting here for you for a long time." The old man complained in a relaxed tone. "Really?" Harry looked a little at a loss after the initial surprise. "I mean, what is this place? Why are you here?" Dumbledore gave Harry a familiar smile, and he didn't answer Harry's question directly: "Mind if I sit down? It looks like you There should be a chair next to it."

"Oh, of course." Harry was a little bewildered, "Can't you see it?"

"Now I can see." Dumbledore paused, he pushed the mirror frame, his blue eyes stared at this gorgeous manor through the half-moon lens with a little surprise.

"That doesn't look like your taste, Harry."

After a while, he said.

Harry was a little nervous when they sat down.

Dumbledore's slender fingertips touched together, and he stared at Harry, who had regained his composure on the surface, with a wonderfully incomprehensible gaze. "Professor, it's a long story, actually," said Harry, unable to resist.

"I can see it," said Dumbledore kindly. "You've changed a lot, Harry. Of course, I think that's a compliment." Harry looked at the old man with green eyes, and even now There is no way to feel resentment about the Horcrux thing.He took a deep breath, "If you don't mind, I can tell you what happened this year."

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "if you wish."

Harry nodded, starting from the end of the sixth grade in a low voice, briefly talking about how he changed his mind, went to LeMay Manor for help, reorganized the Order of the Phoenix, and continued until the end of the war with Voldemort, the invasion of blood clans, and the Order of the Phoenix joining forces with the Death Eaters Destroy the blood clan headquarters in the Vatican, and then tell the story until he recuperates in Malfoy Manor and extracts the soul tablet.

Dumbledore had been listening quietly, and he didn't interrupt Harry.During this process, Harry kept staring down at the lines on the table. "Sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I failed to kill Voldemort as you expected." Harry said guiltily, "I have let you down."

"I'm dead, Harry." Dumbledore shook his head, his blue eyes looked at Harry peacefully through half-moon-shaped lenses: "Now you are just satisfying the last concerns and curiosity of an old man .I have no position to accuse you—in fact, you did a lot better than I thought." He blinked, "Besides, I think you did succeed." "You killed the existence of 'Voldemort' , isn't it?"

Harry was startled, looked up in surprise, and saw Professor Dumbledore's smile, it wasn't the one he used to frown after the fourth grade, it was a smile that let go of the burden and was truly relieved.

"Harry, I'm glad this story ended."

"I am very grateful for all the hard work you have done," Professor Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled with crystal light, and Harry saw tears slipping into his thick white beard, "You are my proudest student... "

"None of them," he said.

"Professor..." Harry didn't feel excited, because too many things happened this year, and he no longer had the feeling of being overjoyed after being praised by the headmaster.That's not something to brag about, and he should be thankful for the surviving, beautiful things, not for the past achievements written in blood.

"Thank you." There was hesitation and relief in Harry's green and clear eyes. Perhaps what he had always wanted was an understanding, some from the elderly, and some... Then, he saw Professor Dumbledore showing an apologetic smile: "Harry, one more thing, I think you have misunderstood Professor Snape."

Harry came back to his senses and frowned instinctively.

"He killed you, didn't he?" In front of Professor Dumbledore, Harry did not hide his hatred at all.Dumbledore was dumbfounded, he raised his hands and pressed down, as if to appease Harry's anger, "Listen to me, Harry, that's what I asked him to do."

"What?" Harry was taken aback.I couldn't speak for a long time.

Dumbledore said: "Professor Snape is a spy that the Order of the Phoenix placed among the Death Eaters."

"However, he is still Voldemort's spy in the Order of the Phoenix." Harry couldn't help but said, Dumbledore laughed, "Generally speaking, he is still more biased toward us. I assure you of that." He playfully said Blinking, "Of course, now you are the leader of the Order of the Phoenix. I don't want you to accept him. I just don't want to bring this misunderstanding into the grave. After all, the crime of killing is not so easy to bear."

"So far, I still don't want to forgive him."

Harry reluctantly said, "However, since you said so, I promise to try." "Harry, I want you to keep this a secret." Dumbledore's expression became a little serious, "Tom isn't a big-hearted wizard, so—"

"Thank you for your evaluation, Dumbledore." Voldemort's undiscriminating voice softly spread throughout this dreamlike manor.Harry jumped out of his chair, looking almost impatiently in the direction of the sound.

"Voldemort—!"

Harry swore he'd never missed each other so much.When he met Professor Dumbledore, he almost thought he was dead, but the headmaster didn't answer the matter directly, so he kept hopeful.

Seeing that the clean air was polluted by some kind of lock, it was thickly black, Voldemort's robe was fluttering, and a tall figure slowly formed on the terrace, silently walking up the steps. Voldemort's handsome cheeks were tense, and his blood-red eyes slowly returned to black when he saw Harry's figure. He stopped walking, his expression slightly relaxed.

"Harry, come here," he said softly.But his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, whose face didn't change at all after seeing him appear.Harry subconsciously walked over and stopped halfway, looking at the headmaster hesitantly.This made Voldemort grit his teeth secretly, and a smirk appeared on his face.

Dumbledore's thoughtful eyes slid from the Dark Lord's handsome face to Harry's, pretending not to see Voldemort's smile that implied anger, he smiled peacefully, "Actually, you interrupted me Talking to Harry, Tom, I think, that's not very polite."

"I don't think it's necessary to be polite to a dead man, Dumbledore." Voldemort simply walked over, blocking the hesitant boy behind him, which made Dumbledore's tone more relaxed: "If I were you, I wouldn't say that, Harry was still regretting that I couldn't be your officiant just now, but now that you're all here..." When Dumbledore turned and walked to the terrace, Harry blinked quickly in surprise - due to the wrong angle , Voldemort couldn't see it.

"Why didn't I know that Harry had such a regret?"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes suspiciously, not quite believing it.He didn't want to pay attention to the slight tugging of his sleeves, and Harry couldn't help but whisper: "Voldemort..." The boy's pleading voice made Voldemort take a deep breath, and he said through gritted teeth, "Harry, he A dead man who can't give a gift at all--the officiant without a present--or a dead man with bad luck? Huh?"

"Oh, you're wrong about that, Tom."

Dumbledore's attention was diverted from watching the sea of ​​flowers. He did not know when there were two small black boxes in his hand, "Everyone is young. I'm afraid these two little things will bother you." A trip to Newgamend, I think Gellert hid them in his pillow."

Voldemort gave an expression that mixed malice and disgust.

"Don't compare me and Harry to you." His tone was disgusted.On the contrary, Harry showed an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, it seems that he is not going to get married, but it's really nothing, I didn't think so much anyway." The boy's tone was a little disappointed Unable to hold back Voldemort's smirk, he tightened his grip on the yew wand. "You'd better guarantee the authenticity of this thing, Dumbledore." Voldemort's tone was haughty, the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

"You agreed?" Harry's clear green eyes stared at him in surprise, Voldemort pursed his lips, not wanting to look at the ungrateful little boy he loved.

"Oh, of course."

Dumbledore blinked, "Then you should stand in front of me?"

Voldemort put away that surly look, and showed an elegant and decent smile again. He took the boy's hand and walked calmly in front of his old enemy.Harry found that apart from the veins in the man's hand holding the wand, the other party's performance was impeccable.

Harry couldn't help but check whether he had gone too far.Perhaps it was very difficult for Voldemort to accept Professor Dumbledore's blessing?He couldn't help slowing down hesitantly.

Voldemort seemed to know what he was thinking, and said calmly: "This is the only chance, I don't want you to cry and regret it with me in the future." Harry couldn't breathe for a moment, go to his self-criticism!All he wanted now was to switch places with Voldemort.But no matter how reluctant Harry was, he couldn't break free from Voldemort's hand with little movement, so when he stood in front of Dumbledore, he was still on the left side.

Dumbledore saw it, his smile unchanged.

"Harry James Potter, and Lord Voldemort, alias Tom Marvolo Riddle, you have come today to this particular juncture of life and death, Albus Percival Woolfrey C. Brian Dumbledore will be the officiant and witness to the marriage contract for you." The old guy definitely put his name on the back on purpose. Voldemort raised his eyebrows silently, telling himself again not to care about a dead man.

"...to make your life more abundant, and willing to take on the responsibilities in marriage. When you combine with each other, you must stay together for life. Now, please solemnly express your wishes."

This time Voldemort will not give Dumbledore the chance to assign successively.

He turned to face the boy he liked, and said softly without thinking: "I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Lord Voldemort," he silently approached Harry who was also looking back at him, "I am now Solemnly admit you as my partner," Voldemort's anger aroused by Dumbledore disappeared in the boy's tense and focused eyes, his tone was soft and serious, "and promise that from now on, no matter the environment is good or bad, sickness and health, I will love and respect you forever, until the day our souls die."

Under the gaze of Voldemort's beautiful obsidian eyes, Harry's heart trembled a little.Dumbledore coughed and calmly put a wand in the middle to stop Voldemort from still wanting to get closer.

Voldemort curled his lips, and actually gave in a little bit in compromise. He stared at the obtrusive wand that was slowly retracted, and told himself again not to care about the dead.

Harry swallowed, and said dryly: "I, Harry James Potter," Harry took a deep breath, looked directly into the man's black eyes, and said firmly, "I will solemnly acknowledge you as my partner—" Harry was a little stuck, he couldn't remember Voldemort's oath just now, after a pause for half a second, he continued, "Regardless of life or death, I will love and protect you forever."

Harry's voice was firm and calm, and so were his emerald clear eyes.This made Voldemort's breath stop. This oath, which was ominous in itself, became the most beautiful love words because of their previous contract.How much he wanted to kiss the boy's soft lips now—

Dumbledore clapped gracefully.He interrupted their staring with a smile: "...The next step is to exchange rings." He opened two small boxes and sent them in front of them.Inside the two boxes were a pair of very simple silver rings, with the beautiful sparkle of Apra sparkling in the middle of a crystal clear diamond.The two rings are exactly the same, regardless of priority.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, reluctantly accepting the gift.

Picking up one of them with his slender fingertips, he took the boy's left hand and put it on his ring finger, looking straight into Harry's emerald green eyes without looking away.This made Harry blush a little. Under Dumbledore's encouraging eyes, he picked up the remaining ring, held the left hand that Voldemort offered, and lowered his head to put the ring on the man's ring finger.

Harry felt the heat at the base of his fingers, and the slightly larger ring was clasped there.Complicated and sighed in Dumbledore's blue eyes, "Li Cheng. But before you kiss each other, as a witness, I decided to give Harry a present."

Voldemort showed a charming smile, elegant and decent: "Is that world so lenient towards dead souls running around?"

"Oh, you mean that."

Dumbledore laughed, "Tom, at least they are much cuter than you, just like Harry." He raised his hand, "So, such a good boy shouldn't be burdened with these." Harry felt his chest There was a searing heat, and he swore he heard an inhuman scream, and he staggered back into Voldemort's arms, something about to burst out of his chest, "No—"

Harry let out a scream, and a blood-red chain jumped out of his chest and fell into the old man's powerful hands. Voldemort hugged Harry tightly, staring at Dumbledore, who was looking at the chain, like a scaled snake , opened his fangs.

"What do you want, Albus Dumbledore." Voldemort stepped back soundlessly, the bone-colored yew wand pointed at him for an instant. "Don't be nervous, Tom." Dumbledore raised his gaze, still looking calm, "I should have returned this thing to you." The chain was struggling and roaring in his hand, but it was still firmly restrained in his palm.

Sure enough, nothing good happened with Dumbledore, only the boy he liked foolishly believed him. Voldemort was afraid of Dumbledore's unknown magic, and he was even more on guard. "However, in the end I decided to take it with me"

Dumbledore said calmly, "That world has a better way to deal with it, at least, it's much better than Harry." Voldemort sneered, staring at his former enemy cautiously. "Don't look at me like that, Tom." Dumbledore seemed to see through his thoughts, and those blue eyes were extremely sharp at this moment: "If it were on your body, I wouldn't mind my own business." As if you dote on him," Voldemort said lazily, curling the corners of his lips ironically, "You didn't tell Harry that he was the seventh Horcrux, but you wanted me to kill him myself, right?" Voldemort's tone was extremely gentle. "What a great sentiment, isn't it? Albus Dumbledore."

"I'm sorry, Harry."

Dumbledore looked at Harry who was recovering from the other's arms, "But it was indeed my idea, I thought you would go that far."

"But obviously, you miscalculated." Voldemort said softly.

Harry shook his head and said a little weakly: "Professor, I already know about this." He pursed his lips and tried to stand up straight under Voldemort's silent support, "I should hate you, but I'm sorry, I can't hate it a little bit." Dumbledore stared at Harry for a long time, and there was a sigh that Harry couldn't understand in those blue eyes.Then Dumbledore raised his eyes, "I was hesitant to give you that gift, Tom, I heard that you taught Harry the black arts."

The boy was so honest that Voldemort felt a little helpless, what about the eloquent teeth that he used to argue with?He said calmly, "So what?"

"I think, now I don't have such worries." Dumbledore spread his hands and slowly stepped back, showing a pleasant smile, "Because Harry will never be the dark wizard you expected. By the way, Newgarmond's secret is on the bricks."

The old man gave Harry a final wink and disappeared into the mist.

Just as Harry was about to ask what that sentence meant, he fell into darkness. After a moment of trance like the Imperius Curse, he gradually felt the cool wind, the smell of soil, and some rotten smell.

"Harry..." The low voice made Harry's eyes open. Voldemort was lying next to him, his handsome face was pale, and the hand that was holding him was so hard that Harry almost lost consciousness from the pain—they were lying on the only clean cashmere blanket, let alone a sea of ​​flowers. , all the plants withered and rotted.

But Harry grinned weakly. "You succeeded, Voldemort, you have a whole soul now, don't you?" His tone was so weak it was almost silent.But Voldemort heard it anyway, "That's right." He let out a long breath, and calmly looked at the sky filled with sunset glow, the night was about to fall.

"You saved me again, Harry."

Finally, he said softly.

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The author has something to say: This ending was planned at the beginning of writing.

See Headmaster Dumbledore, get understanding and blessing.In the end, Principal Dumbledore was quite powerful even if he died, so he took away the chain of killing.I guess Gellert Grindelwald is waiting for him.

PS: The content of the two chapters has been combined, more than 500 words, because it seems that some relatives left a message last week saying that the class will start, and I can’t follow the article next week.

So the author thought about it and finished this article this week.

There are a lot of hints and foreshadowing in this chapter. If you don’t understand, you can leave a message, and the author will see the answer.

The next thing is to write a special episode~~~