the Gambler

The weather in Hogsmeade was unexpectedly good on the weekend, with a few cotton-like clouds floating in the blue sky.Harry was nestled in the Room of Requirement, the only place he could get away from Tom.The whole room was exactly the same as the room they shared. The bright sunlight came in from the huge French windows on the wall, warming the beige wool blanket on the floor.Harry had kicked off his shoes and was wearing only sparkly knit socks. The female house-elf was clearly more tasteful than Dobby, and her presents pleased the boy.The dark-haired Gryffindor turned over after getting comfortable in the sun and continued to enjoy the rare sun bath.On his right hand lay an open parchment with Tom Riddle's name marked beside scattered footprints.

Harry glanced at it. Tom was very active today, and he knew that Tom was looking for him all over the castle.

"Come and see me." A deep magnetic voice suddenly sounded in Harry's mind. He wrinkled his nose after checking the whole room and making sure that there was no second person, maybe it was an auditory hallucination.

"Come to Hogsmeade. Whatever it takes." The voice sounded again, much like Tom's, but calmer.Harry believed he had never known anyone with such a voice.

Then, a thought flashed across Harry's face in shock.He narrowed his eyes and whispered tentatively: "Voldemort?"

A pleasant chuckle hovered in his head, and Harry was taken aback. The comfortable atmosphere made him forget about the continuous rise of the Occlumency barrier. After all, Voldemort hadn't visited him for a while, and the skill itself was very easy Being highly stressed and exhausted is by no means the only side effect.

"No, I'm not going to Hogsmeade," said Harry dryly, "I don't intend to at all."

"I know, I know," Voldemort's cheerful tone made Harry uneasy, "I've seen your Mudblood and pure-blood traitor friends, they are hot, aren't they? It's a pity you didn't get to see them live, The redhead seemed eager to stick his tongue down the Mudblood's throat."

"What did you do to them?!" Harry yelled, breathless in horror, "You can't hurt them!"

"Oh, I don't really like obeying orders." Voldemort lazily draws out his tone, with a bit of frivolity in his voice that Harry can't understand, making him feel like a plaything held in the palm of the other party.Harry shook his head from the absurd thought that he needed to tell Dumbledore, right now!

"Don't make a decision that you regret, I can't guarantee that they will last until the old bees come," Voldemort rolled Harry's name ambiguously on the tip of his tongue, "Harry dear, come to Hogsmeade to see me now. I Not a patient person."

"Filch won't let me out, it's past inspection time." Harry said bluntly, even if the gatekeeper stopped him, there were many ways for him to leave Hogwarts, but Harry had no plan to let Voldemort know , maybe if he lurks secretly, he can successfully rescue Ron and Hermione.Voldemort's words are not credible, he has been deceived before.

Voldemort didn't seem to be swayed by his answer: "I've heard Severus say that you're not the disciplined type, a little rascal, are you?" He added, "Come to Hogsmeade, avoid Tom .”

Harry swallowed and nodded, realizing that Voldemort couldn't see it before replying firmly: "I will go, but you are not allowed to hurt them."

"I've always been kind to guests, Honey."

This time Hogsmeade was quite lively, which probably had a lot to do with the rare sunshine. Harry pulled the invisibility cloak tightly around his body, and just as he walked through the cold and damp Shrieking Shack, he heard a buzzing sound outside. voice.Harry carefully avoided the couple who came here to do what Merlin knew, leaving a row of deep and shallow footprints on the snow.He could hear a sudden gasp behind him, and maybe the rumors that the Screaming Shack was haunted would grow, but it had nothing to do with him.

Harry raised his head, and the crooked signboard of the three broomsticks shook, and he breathed heavily. Voldemort asked him to meet here, the busiest place in Hogsmeade, perhaps second only to the Honeydukes Candy Shop.Damn it, as the vicious Dark Lord, shouldn't he restrain himself a bit?The Screaming Shack all look more like that creepy snake face.Pray for those young students, it's not Halloween after all, who would accept the presence of Lord Voldemort in a bar?

Before Harry could grab the doorknob, the voices from inside puzzled him, and he didn't look alarmed.It was odd, Voldemort never clinked glasses with the students in a friendly way.He brushed aside the odd notion, waited patiently by the doorbell, and slipped in the moment a brash Hufflepuff boy opened the door.He scanned the entire bar, customers crowded all the seats, they were discussing loudly or whispering in low voices, there was no abnormal sign.Harry knew this was no time to relax, and he screamed in his head, what the hell, Voldemort is on the Three Broomsticks!And these students are still enjoying drinks and watching the beautiful Mrs. Rosmerta!

"/There's no need to make such a fuss./" Voldemort's voice sounded beside Harry, his warm breath hitting the boy's earlobe.

impossible!Harry's stomach was heavy and he turned quickly, mouth gaping in surprise.

Standing in front of him was an unusually handsome man, with black mid-length hair loosely tied into a ponytail behind his head, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and slightly sunken cheeks.That's beside the point, he's fucking like Tom, the only difference is that the man looks older, late 30's, early [-]'s.

Voldemort.

And he was looking at himself through the cloak, just like Dumbledore once did.Harry held his breath, his fingers tightening around his wand, instinctively.

"/There's no need for a sword fight, Harry./" Voldemort pronounced the boy's name as sweet as a layer of honey, and Harry couldn't help but get goose bumps all over his body.Something is wrong, very wrong.Voldemort's recovery itself was very abnormal. If it weren't for those scarlet eyes, Harry might have thought that the person in front of him just looked like Tom.

"/I noticed that you managed to get rid of Tom. Congratulations, he is a very possessive person, just like me./" Voldemort raised his mouth. Since he appeared, he has been the focus of the whole bar, and there are many girls Wu tried to approach and strike up a conversation, but was stopped by the cold aura of the man.But this still doesn't change the fact that they devour handsome men's bodies with their eyes.

Don't they think it's weird?Harry cursed, really, in the eyes of outsiders, this guy has been talking to himself in the air!

Voldemort slowly approached Harry, and the boy took a few steps back until his waist hit the hard wooden table, and the flaming whiskey bottle on top shook, and golden liquid splashed out.Harry let out a small exclamation, especially noticeable in the sudden silence of the room.

Voldemort's slender fingers wrapped Harry's wrist gently, and Madam Rosmerta twisted her exquisite body towards them. The witch had a clear smile on her face, and her beautiful brown eyes glanced back and forth between Voldemort and the unknown customer. .Rosmerta smiled. "A secret lover, sir?"

"Yes, he's still a shy boy." The corners of Voldemort's mouth were raised, extremely charming, "I hope I can take him to a relatively private place, beautiful lady."

"Of course, the box at the end is still empty. What do you need?"

"Oh, I just don't want to be disturbed. After all, it's not something for a wizard my age to be in love with a Hogwarts student." Voldemort said sincerely, his acting skills were too high, and he looked at Harry. The eyes are full of love, the boy wants to applaud him, really.

"You are the most charming wizard I have ever seen, sir, don't worry, I will help you—" Rosmerta looked around at the witches with jealous and resentful expressions, "stop those unnecessary troubles."

"I am overwhelmed by your noble and elegant heart, ma'am." Voldemort raised Mrs. Rosmerta's hand, and kissed the back of her hand, "Thank you for your help."

The witch left a silvery laugh and disappeared over the bar. Half a minute later, she reappeared in front of them with two bottles of mead.

"My treat, I wish you and your lovely lover a wonderful afternoon."

As soon as the door of the box was closed, Voldemort reached out and pulled Harry's invisibility cloak off. The latter snatched it back and glared at the smirking man viciously.Merlin's socks, he looks more like Tom when he smiles.Harry's heart beat uncontrollably.

"You're blushing," said Voldemort triumphantly. "I'm glad you're not completely immune to my appearance."

"It's just that I'm nervous about being in a tight space with you all of a sudden." Harry pushed Voldemort away from him and stopped near the door. "Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"I don't know," Voldemort answered honestly, and Harry gritted his teeth.

"What do you mean you don't know?! You damned threatened me to come to Hogsmeade!" Harry raised his voice, and the wand in his sleeve slipped into his palm, "You said you kidnapped them!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't it a little too much association, my dear?" Voldemort stretched his limbs leisurely on the sofa, his long bangs drooping on his forehead, and inspected Harry's body through his scarlet eyes through the hair curtain. The gaze made the boy uncomfortable.

Just like Tom these days.

What was the emotion in Voldemort's eyes?desire?Harry frowned. Something was wrong, so wrong.

"You're beautiful, the heroic kind." Voldemort's silky voice caressed Harry's body, more purposeful than Tom's. Harry was horrified to find that he couldn't hold back his blood.He's attracted to Tom, yes, but also to Voldemort?It's incredible.He doesn't like Voldemort at all!

"I'm starting to understand why he tied you around," the man continued, his gaze slowly gliding from the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead to his lips, perfect for a kiss.The inopportune thought made him frown.He shouldn't have thought that, maybe it wasn't him at all, it was Tom's?He's the goddamn Voldemort, not the hormonal Tom - but, they're the same person.If Tom is attracted to the boy in front of him, he may also inherit that affection.

He needs verification.

like?The word itself had nothing to do with him, and he wasn't in love with anyone, much less Harry damn Potter.Voldemort pursed his lips, perhaps just desire.He hasn't had a good sex//love in a long time.Voldemort was trying to find a suitable stress reliever on the Death Eater list, oh, he had a lot of good-looking minions, but the very thought made him sick.All he wanted was this green-eyed creature in front of him.

Something went terribly wrong.Tom's feelings heavily clouded his thinking.Salazar, he wanted to pin Harry under his body, desperately wanted.It was impossible for him to deny his body, the trousers under his robe tightened with fantasy.

No, it's just desire, not love.Voldemort warned himself.

But deeply skeptical.