the Gambler

"Put down your wand. I said I would treat guests well. Didn't I invite you here?" Voldemort patted the empty space beside him and signaled Harry to sit down. The latter shook his head cautiously and leaned his body against the wall. The wand was still pointed at Voldemort's chest.The man sighed, and in the next second, a strange force pulled Harry towards Voldemort. Even though the boy resisted no matter how hard he was, he was still held in the arms of the Dark Lord.Something hard poked Harry's ass, much thicker than a wand.

This was by no means what Harry had expected. His body stiffened instantly, and Voldemort rubbed the tip of his nose on his bare//exposed neck.Harry stretched out his hands to push the man away, and began to struggle violently.

"Don't move." Voldemort's voice became hoarse and low, and Harry's hot breath made his movements more violent.

"Don't move!" The hand around Harry's waist strengthened, Voldemort firmly pressed the boy to himself, the feeling of the private parts being rubbed made him gasp, "Stay here, if you don't want me to force you //The words that rape you."

Panic engulfed Harry.

Incorrect.Very wrong.Voldemort couldn't possibly have lusted for him -- wait, Tom and Voldemort are one and the same person, and Voldemort would have feelings that Tom had.Harry wanted to scream, but Voldemort actually drew his wand and pointed it at himself this time: "I don't mind blowing up the whole pub."

Harry kept his mouth shut.

"Turn around," Voldemort ordered.

Harry turned his head reluctantly, and the next moment, Voldemort pressed his lips to Harry's, and tiny sparks exploded, just like every time Tom kissed Harry, he felt his legs go weak , the slightly parted lips due to lack of oxygen gave Voldemort an opportunity to attack, and the man's flexible tongue forced Harry to dance together.

Moments later, Voldemort let go of Harry first, his brows furrowed into a ball.

"I can understand Tom's feelings." Voldemort's voice was confused. He looked up at Harry, who was panting violently, and suppressed the urge to continue kissing the boy. "Do I love you?"

Harry seemed petrified.Did Voldemort just say love?It doesn't get any more ridiculous.

Well, there was something even more absurd, Voldemort kissed himself, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was in front of him.

The ring on his hand suddenly burned, and Harry saw the entire box illuminated by a green light. Someone grabbed his arm like iron tongs, and then he appeared in a familiar embrace.The overwhelming anger caused the scar to split open again, and blood slid down his forehead, soaking the dark green robe in front of him.

"You're hurting him," said Voldemort coldly, as if Tom's presence had been expected.

"I'll kill you and tear you apart piece by piece," Tom's voice was filled with coldness. "You touched something that belongs to me! I'll make you die of pain!"

"Are you kidding?" Voldemort tilted his head. "He's been mine since the beginning, and you're the one who came after, Tom."

"He'll never be yours, Voldemort," said Tom darkly.

Salazar, this is definitely the most ridiculous triangle ever.Harry evaluated silently.

"Sorry, but don't mind repeating that, Tommy?" Voldemort challenged. "If I remember correctly, you are the one who inserted// into this plane, and—" he played with his wand, " I'm your future self, and no matter what you do, I'll end up having Harry. Oh, don't try to trick me, you know better than anyone the fact that we're the same person."

"I'm not like you."

"Deceit is unacceptable to Harry," said Voldemort, satisfied with Tom's suddenly hard face. "How far can you go trying to seduce him on the pretext of denying that we are one? Tom, you know that Harry will always know." Yes." He took two steps forward, touching the dark-haired Gryffindor's back.

Harry was pressed tightly against Tom's chest, and he could barely raise his head to see the almost identical outlines of the two, which was a really strange sight.But he didn't mean to sigh now, what Voldemort said made him feel like he was drenched in ice water.

The man continued: "Oh, don't hate me so much, you know me as much as I know you, this trick is so stupid. Harry will never forgive you."

"He's right." Harry's icy voice drew the attention of the two above him, who focused on the boy at the same time.Harry's fingers tugged at Tom's robes vigorously, and the ripping sound of the fabric made them both frown.

"I will never forgive cheating, especially when someone has just barely gained my trust." Harry spat out the Armor Charm softly, perhaps with a strong emotion, such as anger, and sneered as Tom and Voldemort were suddenly stunned. He was caught off guard by his attack, his body hit the wall making a dull bang, and dust fell down in a rustle.

"Are you all right?" Mrs. Rosmerta's anxious voice came through the door.

"Just a little intense, ma'am. He's not very good at restraining himself," replied Harry sweetly, who could be very Slytherin too, thanks.

"Oh." The witch responded awkwardly, "Remember to add the Silencing Charm."

"Don't worry, it's over." The corners of Harry's mouth rose, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked indifferently at the two bastards who stared at him in disbelief.

ha!Two Dark Lords.

It was Tom who moved first. He tentatively approached Harry, but the white light from the tip of his wand stopped him.He threw up his hands in surrender. "He's not just a Slytherin, he's Voldemort, Harry. He's trying to divide us."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Yes, you too."

Tom stared at the saboteur, the azure blue in his eyes had been completely replaced by blood red, and Harry had to notice that the two were like mirror images.Yes, Tom and Voldemort were the same person, and he was so foolishly considering the authenticity of the other's words that he was almost persuaded by Hermione.Harry was suddenly grateful for his hesitation, and God knew how Tom would laugh at him behind his back if he had granted his wish.

"I don't care about your bickering at all." Harry pulled the ring from his hand and threw it hard at Tom, he wouldn't give him another chance to count him, damn it, he was still wearing it stupidly This thing is so long.Hermione was right, this was how Tom kept Harry tethered to him.Harry gritted his teeth and glared again at the startled Tom and the smirking Voldemort.

"Stay away from me," Harry said, picking up the Invisibility Cloak and putting it on, "Both of you!"

These words seemed to make Voldemort's proud mask peel off. He and Tom quickly walked towards Harry at the same time. The latter had already opened the door of the box. Mrs. Rosmerta standing outside was looking at this side in amazement. Harry knew that All she could see were Voldemort and Tom.Two people carved from the same mold.Shock was written all over the witch's face, she stared at Voldemort and Tom with wide eyes, opened and closed her lips several times, and finally looked away from the person in front of her like a deflated ball: "Now I understand why secret love is needed It's gone." She frowned, as if she wasn't sure if she should be panicked or disgusted, "You guys are brothers."

Yeah, two perverts.Harry smiled slyly. He pointed his wand in the direction of the ceiling. The huge crystal chandelier fell to the floor, and the glass shards flew up and scratched his cheek.But that didn't make him any less thrilled with revenge, and everyone's attention was drawn to them, with the same shocked expressions on their faces as Mrs. Rosmerta.

Harry took advantage of the chaos to blend in with the crowd, leaving the mess for them to clean up, those two smug fellows.

Now he felt that it was a good choice to come out, at least he could see the wonderful faces of Tom and Voldemort, oh, Merlin, there is nothing more hating than this.Harry laughed softly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a golden head disappear into the Honeydukes candy shop.

Draco.Harry reminded himself that he was getting a little used to the Slytherin boys being Snape-worthy taunts, and Draco was, in fact, good company when it wasn't on him.Harry followed into the store, walked around the huge shelves, and tapped the other person's shoulder lightly. The latter turned his head suspiciously, making sure that no one was there, and continued to study the candy on the plate.

"I didn't know you were the type to like sugar quills," Harry said in a low voice, deliberately letting his breath fall on the boy's pale cheek.

"Harry?" Draco frowned, trying to grab Harry with both hands, but the latter easily dodged.

"Are you here? Riddle has been looking for you." Draco glared at the students around him who looked at him strangely. "We need to find a place where no one is around. I don't plan to be treated as a psychopath."

"Actually, I don't like it when you're facing the opposite direction when I'm talking to you." Harry laughed behind Draco's back, and the blond Slytherin turned quickly with an exasperated expression on his face.Harry smiled, even though he knew Draco couldn't see it, it was still too funny.He lowered his voice again: "Come to the screaming shack, I'll wait for you there."

Harry sat on the dusty four-poster bed, and the slightest movement made the boards creak and creak.He spread his limbs flat without hesitation, listening to the pathetic wail of the floor leading here, Draco came.

He jumped up from the bed, opened the door, and the blond boy standing outside had a bad expression on his face. Harry was about to ask when he noticed that his hands were on Draco's shoulders, and he was throwing him like trash Get behind.

Hell, the last person Harry wanted to see right now.

Tom and Voldemort.They all had that look of wanting to tear Harry apart.

Harry wanted to slam the door in the faces of these two guys, hard, preferably the kind that would dent their noses too.But Voldemort and Tom were faster, the former grabbed the door frame, and the latter blocked the door with his foot.Harry rolled his eyes.

"I told you, get the hell out of the way, both of you," Harry said angrily.The invisibility cloak was still stuffed in his pocket, and it was too late to take it out.He needs to find another way to escape the two of them.

"I didn't appreciate that performance very much," said Voldemort coldly.

"Need my apology?" Harry said sarcastically, "Too bad, I did it on purpose."

"You are a thorn in my heart, Harry Potter, in every way." He shortened the distance with Harry, not paying attention to the two onlookers, "Or do you really want me to hold you here hard?" Fuck you hard?"

Harry could see Draco's terrified expression, his blue-gray eyes flicking uncertainly to Tom before falling back on Voldemort.The dark-haired Gryffindor could guess what conclusion he came to. If Draco still believed that Tom was Voldemort's son, he must also think that the man in front of him was Tom's brother.

"Oh, Harry, you know I will." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, his scarlet eyes twinkled, and desire surged inside, "I'm looking forward to your performance under me, a lovely Isn't it a picture of me? I'll hickey all over you, I'll spread your legs, shove my cock inside and fuck//you, let you do nothing but shout my name and moan/ /Yin, nothing can be done."

"I've always wondered how wizards got pregnant." Voldemort looked at the nervous boy with a hair-raising smile, "Maybe it's time to leave offspring for the Slytherin blood, and I'll fuck you until Exhausted, working day and night until you are pregnant with my child."

"Enough." Tom said suddenly.

The dazzling red light pointed directly at Voldemort, who sideways dodged and raised half of his eyebrows: "Calm down."

"He only belongs to me, Voldemort." The last name seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth, "If you dare to touch a finger of him, I will kill you without hesitation." He lowered his voice and said in reptiles Said, "/Looks like something is wrong with the space-time paradox./"

Tom reached out and grabbed Voldemort's shoulders, a cruel smile on his face: "/I can touch you, which means I can hurt you too. Funny./"