war and peace

"Perhaps it is," said Voldemort lightly.He felt in a jar on the mantelpiece, and wrung out a fine, black, glowing powder, which he sprinkled into the cauldron.The liquid inside suddenly turned into a dark green, magma-like thing, bubbling very slowly. The air above was obviously very hot, but the steam disappeared.

Harry frowned. "What do you mean 'maybe'?" Obviously he just got off the banquet and Gryffindor won the house cup again, why did he just say a few words to Voldemort, and the happy mood disappeared?Are they really natural enemies?

Voldemort seemed completely unaware of his change of mood.He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, as if he was judging the degree of completion of the potion, and answered him in a completely casual tone: "Because you are the 'chosen one', do you have to be the savior?"

Does this mean...meaning that he took too much control?Harry shut his mouth tightly and fell silent.He watched as Voldemort scooped up the potion from the cauldron with a black ladle and filled it into the crystal bottle.The seemingly viscous liquid did not touch the bottle wall at all, and rolled down smoothly.Under the firelight, both the ladle and the cauldron were slightly golden, and Harry realized that they were both made of obsidian.

What a luxurious Slytherin!Harry couldn't help but muttered inwardly.Voldemort put the cork on the bottle, poked it on the top of the bottle with the ring cover (Harry found out that it was the soul-returning stone ring, and Voldemort didn't know when he was wearing it), and then tapped it with his wand, and it disappeared immediately .Where...was this sent?

"It is a great honor for the Savior to think of me at all times." Voldemort inserted his yew wand back into the pocket of his robe. "If there is nothing else," he pointed to the other end of the hall, "I think you are already familiar with it." .” He didn’t say a word, but made an obvious gesture of seeing off the guests.

Harry couldn't help feeling angry.Why does this guy look like he doesn't even want to take another look at him!Why, he is the one who killed his parents, okay? "Because you are the Dark Lord, do you have to do this?" The words blurted out, and when Harry saw Voldemort's glance, he knew something was wrong.

"So?" He said the word again with some playfulness. "It sounds like you've misunderstood...I've always been like this, even if I haven't done it yet..." Voldemort stopped talking, his face turned toward the In the chandelier in the middle of the hall, the black jade-like eyes danced with flames.

In Slytherin's jeweled halls there was no sound, not even a breath of wind, and the air was almost suffocating.

"It was you who made that prophecy come true." Harry suddenly calmed down, and he analyzed word by word: "It was you who believed that prophecy and wanted to nip the danger in its cradle...but you failed, you killed My parents, while not succeeding in killing me in the prophecy, fulfilled the conditions for that prophecy to come true. 'Two people cannot live at the same time...'" He stared at Voldemort, "and, the boy born in July and Defeating your family three times, this condition is not only met by me."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Are you trying to tell me that I was to blame for my failure last time?" Of course he knew that there was another boy who was eligible, but Neville Longbottom's subsequent performance also proved that he was really not that good .Could it be that if he chose Longbottom instead, he would succeed?

Harry shook his head sadly: "No..." He stared at the tip of the wand in his hand, as if he wanted to drill a hole in it, "I just think, if you didn't choose me, would you now... ’ He suddenly realized who he was talking to and stopped abruptly.

This thought popped up suddenly just now, which surprised even himself.If Voldemort had chosen Neville, wouldn't he have been so troubled?He will have a wonderful childhood, go to Hogwarts happily, and then graduate peacefully seven years later, maybe he will grow old with Ginny Weasley...

What are these? !Harry shook his head violently, trying to get those unrealistic thoughts out of his head.He shouldn't think like this...it's too weak, he has to face reality...

Even if that happened, he was still Voldemort, and he was still a member of the Order of the Phoenix, so it wouldn't be any easier than it was now... and would he still notice himself?Can this series of things still happen between them?

"If that's what you meant to say," said Voldemort, turning his head back to stare at him, "I won't regret it."

Harry looked up sharply, anger clearly written on his face. "You never regret your indiscriminate killing?" He asked, his voice hoarse because of excitement: "Those are completely innocent people! You don't mind being stained with their blood at all?"

"As I said, I've always been like this; it's not the first day you've met me, so there's nothing to be angry about," Voldemort said calmly.He slowly frowned and stared at Harry, "Speaking of which, your reaction now is as if you want me to change my ways..." Should he be called the savior?

Harry couldn't help taking two steps back, feeling that the little bit of courage he had built up was draining away.Voldemort saw it...and obviously he didn't intend to do what he thought...was he wishful thinking?Slytherin's gemstone hall was gorgeous and empty, without any popularity, and he suddenly felt a little chilly in his body.

Voldemort folded his hands and looked at the green-eyed boy for a moment.He was really hit by what he said, he didn't know what it was like to feel.He hated failure terribly, especially when it came from the mouth of the person who failed him.

But this boy, who stood there with his eyes downcast and seemed to be trembling a little, was different.

He really doesn't regret what he's done.Because that has already happened, and no emotion will help.The truth he believes in is that if you want it, you have to do it.Abandoning all subjective factors, he always believes that what can actually be done is the most important thing.So even if he killed the boy's parents, he might still be complacent in his heart.If this tragedy hadn't happened, would he have met his boy?

He is reckless, impulsive, careless, and always puts other people's lives more important than his own. He is a complete Gryffindor lion from beginning to end; You should take active actions and call all the forces you can muster to avenge your hatred, even if you lose a few more lives, what does it matter?It must not be like now, knowing that he is a big villain full of evil, but still expecting him to correct it.At this point, Dumbledore's old bee is much smarter than him...

The thought of the old man with the white beard made Voldemort unhappy.He stroked his sleeves, and said in a cold tone, "I advise you to give up that unrealistic idea and go back to sleep honestly." Seeing the sad and absent-minded look of the boy, he could hardly control himself and wanted to hug him. Stop him and tell him it's not what he thinks.Knowing that this is a difficult choice for the boy, he still left the problem to him to decide viciously.After all, if it did start, there would be no way back to normal things, and he hoped the boy would figure it out for himself.In other words, he wanted the boy to come to his door, willingly.

Hearing Voldemort's words, Harry recovered a little from his disappointment.He told him to go back to sleep again... If it's impossible, then don't be so gentle with him!

The weeping mandrake doll in the third greenhouse...

Portrait of the Fat Lady unscrewed earlier than usual on the second day of Christmas...

That extra-thin glass of ice in Gryffindor Tower...

Hot cocoa wobbling in mid-air at just the right temperature...

Slices of bread with peach jam...

The eternal black spot in the corner of the pitch...

A parchment with permission to borrow a Quidditch pitch...

The dusty journey back from Ireland in the starry night...

Scene after scene flashed through Harry's mind.He suddenly remembered all these details, and there was only one reason to explain them together.He thought of their intimate contact... the first time, he was pushed away; the second time, the inexplicable farewell kiss; the third time, he was punished?Because he wanted to read those love letters?

One of Harry's hearts was beating harder and harder.In fact, when he knew that Tom was Voldemort, he should have realized how weird his behavior of refusing himself was... If it was really a game, Voldemort could easily push the boat along, and then he could hit him hard when he found out the truth... He Why didn't I figure it out until now!In fact, Voldemort has been lying to him, lying to him that it was just a game, lying to him that he is still the previous Dark Lord who did all kinds of evil!

"Wait a minute." Harry thought it was a miracle he could keep his voice even now.Voldemort had already walked to the entrance of the room, and turned his head when he heard the sound: "What? Do I need to say it again?"

"No," Harry shook his head firmly, and walked over step by step, "You lied to me again."

"Lying to you?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows in surprise.Did he just tell the boy to go back to sleep?How could it be that after such a short while, my mind didn't know where to jump?

Harry walked to the door, staring up at Voldemort's slightly ruthless face.His hair was disheveled on his white jade-like forehead, his cheeks were a little thin, and his lips were tightly pressed, showing a look of complete refusal from others.But it all suited him, and he looked even handsomer than ever.His black eyes were looking up and down at himself, and Harry could see his own reflection in them, and he seemed a little puzzled.

Feeling his heart beating louder and louder, Harry lowered his head and smiled.Voldemort obviously couldn't understand his behavior, he opened his mouth and asked, "You..."

The rest of the words were drowned in the lips and teeth.Harry saw the moment and jumped up, hooking both hands around the back of Voldemort's neck to stop him from falling backwards.But he thought happily, Voldemort didn't really want to hide, otherwise, if it was so easy to sneak attack him, he would probably have died long ago...

Voldemort just stepped back reflexively, knowing that the person in front of him would not bring him any danger.Looking at the satisfied expression with closed eyes on the face close at hand, and the familiar smell from the tip of his nose, he suddenly felt a fire in his heart.The fire has always been there, and someone just poured a bucket of oil on it.His black eyes darkened in an instant, and when he stretched out his hands, he hugged the person tightly, and his chest was pressed tightly together.

Harry had been enjoying the kiss, but suddenly felt a tightness on his body, and someone had already turned his angle.With his back against the tapestry on the wall, the need in his mouth also became stronger.Some people have turned their backs... He thought with satisfaction, if it didn't work this time, he would really suspect that Voldemort had some unspeakable problems.

Suddenly his lips were bitten gently.Harry stared wide-eyed, but only saw a pair of slightly dissatisfied eyes, "What else can you think of at this time?" "No, I just think that your self-control is too good." Harry said, trying to let His eyes looked sincere enough.They faced each other, and when they spoke, their breath hit their faces, scratching people's hearts.

"It sounds like you're dissatisfied with my performance." Voldemort chuckled, and Harry could feel his chest vibrate.He was about to say something more, but all he spit out was a gasp with the corners of his lips showing occasionally.He was firmly stuck between the wall and a fiery body, unable to move at all, he could only raise his head to accept the fiery kiss.The cold breath that had been surrounding Voldemort was gone, replaced by the air that was constantly heating up.

It wasn't until later, when they parted, that Harry knew it was impossible for him to be a bit nasty.Voldemort is definitely very healthy, he is so soft that he can hardly breathe, he has to rely on his hands and feet to rest on the man's body so as not to slip down, and this man is still holding him, kissing back and forth up and down, completely A look of dissatisfaction.

"Have you figured it all out?" Voldemort licked his earlobe, and the hot air from speaking rushed into the pinnae of his ears, and Harry couldn't help shivering. "Yes," he tried hard not to gasp, "I won't give up."

Voldemort paused for a moment: "You think it's possible?" He opened the distance between them slightly, and his green eyes and black eyes met.

Harry nodded slowly but firmly.Just when he thought he was going to be let down, Voldemort suddenly hugged him tightly, resting his head on his shoulder. "Maybe..." You can try.Voldemort thought of those clear to transparent pupils, no one had ever looked at him like that, without doubt or fear.This is probably a joke of Merlin, the person who should hate him the most loves him the most.

Even so, I will never let go.