the Gambler

The room was very dark, only the faint moonlight projected into the room through the curtains, Harry's light breath hit Tom's ear, he was still smiling even in his sleep, this was related to the fact that the Ministry of Magic finally recognized the truth and Black Clearing the charges has a lot to do with it. In fact, this should be the most relaxed moment for the boy since Tom saw Harry. He even folded his whole body into his arms.Tom closed his eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. He reached out and stroked the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's head, and the warm magic power spread into his body through his fingertips.

It's time.

Tom let his consciousness slowly sink into the spirit world, his Occlumency walls a Slytherin chamber guarded by basilisks.No sooner had his feet touched the ground than Tom opened his eyes. The fireplace in the study was lit, and a dim light fell on the two central armchairs, one of which was already occupied.The guest took off his huge hood to reveal a pale face, his blood-red eyes staring at Tom unblinking.

"You're here." Voldemort greeted calmly. He waved his hand and conjured two glasses with red wine shaking inside, which resembled his eyes.

Tom sat down in the other armchair and sipped his red wine facing the fire.

"Where are you now?" Voldemort asked.

"I'm not going to tell you unless you also tell me where you are," said Tom. "I don't do free deals."

"Not even willing to reveal the news to another self?" Voldemort chuckled, "Obviously Slytherin. I must admit that your performance in the Ministry of Magic is very realistic. If I didn't perceive your thoughts, I couldn't help thinking kill you."

"There's no need to talk nonsense, just explain why you're here. I don't plan to stay here all night. After all, I can't sleep all day like you. Harry will doubt it."

"You don't even want to spare the time to communicate with yourself. Potter is really so charming? I didn't know that your taste has become like this. At least Walburga still has a soft body, and Abraxas has skills. " Voldemort showed a disgusted expression, "Potter is just a little boy, although he has a pair of beautiful green eyes."

"I'm the same person as you, you don't need to deny yourself in front of me, oh, I know you think Harry is a lot prettier, especially the sheer opal without glasses, which has always been My favorite color." Tom said, "Besides, you have to understand that I don't want to face your face."

"You will become like this in the future." Voldemort said grimly, as if this would win the day.

Tom put the goblet lightly on the round table.

"When I go back, I will remind myself not to make so many Horcruxes."

"Seven is the most magical number."

"I'm sorry I didn't realize how glorious you are living now." Tom said sarcastically, "I thought I could at least do something useful, instead of being defeated by a baby and floating in the form of a soul all year round. These need to change."

Voldemort did not speak for a long time.Tom got up to leave, but was pinned to the ground by Voldemort's words.

"Harry Potter is really our soul mate?"

"Is what you said at the Ministry true?" Voldemort tried to speak in a calm tone. "It's so unrealistic. The prophecy says I'll mark Potter as my equal."

"What is the first half of the prophecy you heard?"

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is near. He was born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month. The Dark Lord marked him as equal."

"It just means equality, maybe between partners." Tom said indifferently, "although I don't think Harry has the same power as me."

"Are you questioning the uncertainty of the prophecy?" Voldemort raised his non-existent eyebrows, "Equality means the existence of equal status and strength even in the dictionary. It regards Potter and us as equals, And I did inadvertently bounce off his mother's magic."

"So you want to tell me that Harry and I are rivals? Or are you unwilling to admit that he is our soul mate?" Tom carefully observed Voldemort's expressionless face with interest, and suddenly grinned strangely, "Only In love and in war, all is fair. I always wonder where dear Harry stands?"

"Which position do you want him to stand on?" Voldemort drank the red wine in the glass, and quietly looked at the handsome profile of the other party under the firelight. He hadn't seen himself like this for a long time, and he couldn't deny that his nostalgia filled his chest , perhaps, he really has to find a way to restore his appearance, but that means he needs to reintegrate the soul in the Horcrux.That was something he didn't want anyway, death has always been his greatest fear, it's not something to be ashamed of, no human can escape death, and he finally had the chance of eternal life.

"I don't mind combining positions," Tom said. "Taming Harry is my goal."

"He's not going to drop the Light Side. If your head wasn't flooded with hormones, you'd have noticed that a whole year of malice and slander hasn't changed his position. Potter is a single-minded fool."

"The old bee said that the power Harry has that we lack is love." Tom pinched the bridge of his nose uncomfortably. "Maybe I can use this."

"Hook//Put Potter?" Voldemort let out a shrill laugh, like fingernails on glass, "You want Potter to fall in love with you? Don't you think it contradicts what you said earlier? You said love and war Both parties are equal."

Tom didn't speak.

"You are not capable of loving." Voldemort concluded.

"I can feign my feelings," said Tom coldly.

"If he knows, he will never forgive you. And tie the gun around? Your suicidal tendencies are not much different from Potter. I think it's better to kill him directly. You should stay near him now and do it." It's not difficult."

"I don't want to kill him."

"Desire for his body?" Voldemort stared at Tom in disgust. "You've got plenty of chances of getting him to bed, or capturing him—"

"I don't deny that it's true, but I'm not as disgusting as you."

"I don't know who is more disgusting, at least I don't have such dirty thoughts about that little boy."

"I'm glad you didn't," Tom drawled, "that would be my nightmare, and maybe I could consider taking Harry back in time, and he'd be free without such stupid things as prophecies. I'm sure I'll have him by my side."

"Whatever you say." Voldemort's indifferent tone made the temperature of the whole room drop a lot, "I'm going back."

"Good night, snake-faced man."

"Shut up, boy."

Harry actually didn't sleep well, his mind was constantly circling Trelawney's prophecy, he was the only one who heard it all and would undoubtedly be Voldemort's target, not that he wasn't always Voldemort enemies, hell!It was prophesied before he was born that he would rival the mightiest Dark Lord!If Dumbledore had told Harry that he was as powerful as Voldemort, he would have laughed out loud, it was so funny.However, this sentence was released by the crystal ball again, and it immediately had a different meaning.Dumbledore took Trelawney's two prophecies seriously, which Harry never thought of, although the old man explained to him that Trelawney was not completely a liar, her ancestors were famous prophets, and the blood in the witch's body Although this mysterious power has been diluted somewhat, the true prophecy still has its effect.This is why Harry was marked by Voldemort.

mark.

Harry frowned. He had been marked as a rival by Voldemort that fateful night.Sometimes he envied Neville, at least he didn't have to bear huge pressure, and he didn't have to care about other people's expectations.The other party is a boy who was born at the end of July like himself, well, not the last one, Neville's birthday is No.30, and Harry's is No.31, maybe this is why Voldemort chose the Potter family .But thinking of Neville's parents still staying in St. Mungo's special ward, Harry suddenly didn't envy him anymore. Sometimes death is happier than life. He couldn't imagine Neville facing his parents who couldn't remember him. What kind of feelings do you have.That would be absolutely uncomfortable, and Neville spent sixteen springs, summers, autumns and winters like this.

Harry was the one who was marked, which meant that Voldemort would go out of his way to get him, and everyone who gathered around him would be targeted.It made Harry feel like he was being cut off by an invisible barrier, that he was too dangerous.Harry felt a little guilty that he hadn't told Ron and Hermione about the prophecy, or Sirius.Maybe he still has a little expectation, hoping that someone can stand by his side.

Harry sighed and leaned closer to Tom's arms, he liked his slightly cooler body temperature.

Voldemort is back.

The Minister of Magic held a press conference to announce that the man who couldn't even mention his name had returned, and that the other party had made a comeback to attack the Ministry of Magic.The panic caused by this news was soon intensified again by the defection of the dementors.Dumbledore resumed the positions of headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, member of the International Federation of Wizards, and chief wizard of the Wizengamot. Harry was once again put on the front page of the "Daily Prophet" as the "Boy Who Lived". It used several pages to praise how he and Dumbledore insisted on their positions under the pressure of huge public opinion under criticism.

Harry snorted, as if it wasn't the paper that had maligned them in the first place.

"At least now everyone knows you're telling the truth." Hermione, trying to liven things up as much as she could, rolled over beside Harry, the newspaper folded, and Ron lay on the other side of the witch, who had already called out. Fell asleep.Tom sat on Harry's side and cast a cleansing charm on the drool that was running down the corner of Ron's mouth, who was so uncomfortable under the spell that he muttered something in his sleep.

"A lonely voice calling for the truth, it's great, Harry, you're a golden boy again, I don't know how many people will jump to you like moths attracted by the fire." Tom said slowly After a pause, he casually picked up Hermione's newspaper and continued to read in an exaggerated tone, "—considered insane, and he never wavered from his stand. Being forced to endure ridicule and slander—this is terrible. Very well written, don't you think, dear?"

"You can stop being so dramatic, Tom, who stole your cheese? You are really angry today." Harry reached out and grabbed the complaining boy and dragged him down on the bed. Feathers are clearly visible.Harry sneezed.

Tom didn't say anything, he just shot Hermione and Ron sideways.

Harry raised half of his eyebrows, Malfoy with a full expression, he poked Slytherin's arm lightly with his fingers, and joked in a low voice: "That's not your place over there, I don't understand why you are dissatisfied? Or are you angry?" I took your bed?"

"Huh?" Tom snorted in disgust, he wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders, and led the boy towards him, resting his head on the other's ear, looking like a coquettish cat, Harry couldn't help it shy.Tom could feel the rising temperature where his cheeks were touching, and he didn't intend to restrain the sudden surge of happiness. He let out a deep laugh, which sounded unexpectedly sexy.

"Oh, I just want you in my bed, Harry."