war and peace

After meeting his parents, Harry put the Resurrection Stone ring away and hid it at the bottom of the box.But he always thought of it from time to time, and he had already pulled out the box several times, but in the end he still had to stuff it back disgruntled.He knew that he shouldn't always think about the soul-returning stone, and his parents had already warned him that if he really used it, his parents would be disappointed.Harry pictured that scenario over and over in his head before he could resist touching it.

Shinobu held back, but what followed was insomnia all night.After a few days, Harry finally discovered that while he could stop using it, it wasn't okay to think about it all the time.Harry figured he wouldn't be able to get out of this state for a while, and thought it best to turn the hot potato out first—out of sight, out of mind, right?

Under the bed, of course, he couldn't do it, he had to find a place farther away.Room of Requirement?The place to hide things is very complicated, what if someone else takes it away?After thinking about it, Harry finally decided that it would be better to give it back to Voldemort.If you put it in his place, you will definitely not lose it!And even if you want to use it, it's not so easy to get it, so you don't have to go back and forth on the bed when you sleep.

After dinner, the three returned to Gryffindor Tower together.Harry said halfway that he was going to the library to borrow two books, and separated from Hermione Tom at the stairs.But as soon as he was alone in the corridor, Harry pulled out the Marauder's Map. "I solemnly swear that I mean no good!" he murmured, and was satisfied to see that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office was empty.It is estimated that Voldemort has gone to the Chamber of Secrets again, what a godsend!

The end of the corridor on the third floor is the destination.Harry slipped in without attracting anyone's attention.Of course, it would not be so easy for someone else who didn't know the password.

The office was the same as when he first came in, with tall bookshelves and rows of crystal bottles.Harry took the box out of his pocket, and just before it touched the table, he remembered what Hermione had said to him about the ring.He hesitated: Is it not good to just return gifts from others so casually?But this is too expensive... Besides, if there is no such meaning as a ring, it is also a gift from Voldemort... If there is, then it is even more... Stop, the latter must be overthinking !It's all because Hermione said that, making him think about something...

Harry stood there, momentarily caught between a rock and a hard place.Immediately he was a little resentful, after giving such a thought-provoking thing, Voldemort didn't explain it to him!Judging from his parents' words, it was undoubtedly Voldemort who deliberately provoked him in the Chamber of Secrets last time, so that he could recognize the gap between them and his determination.Now that he knew, why didn't Voldemort take the opportunity to explain it to him?Did Voldemort have no faith in his past, his parents, or himself?After all, I got angry at him last time, and now it seems that it is indiscriminate, and I really feel a little embarrassed to take the initiative to reconcile...

Suddenly there was the sound of bearings turning on the other side of the porch.Harry was taken aback, Voldemort is back?He quickly put the box back into his pocket, turned around and ran behind the bookshelf beside him, and silently recited an Animagus mantra to himself.He felt that Voldemort probably would have noticed that someone or something had entered his office, and the Disillusionment Charm was probably not as effective as turning into an animal.If Voldemort found out that he had come to return the ring... why did Harry think he was going to die a terrible death, shaking his puffy hair?

The footsteps gradually approached.Harry could see only the black hem of his robes when he looked through the gap between the bottom bookshelves.Voldemort's walking posture is very special, and Harry can tell at a glance that it is indeed him.Before reaching the desk, he stopped and turned towards Harry's hiding place.

Sure enough, it was discovered... Harry sighed inwardly. "Meow -" the kitten's soft voice sounded in the room.Harry has never been more fortunate than this moment. Animagus can't speak English in his state, otherwise it must sound weird to let him meow like a cat...

Voldemort had already walked to the side of the bookshelf, and was really taken aback by the scene in front of him.It's a cat?He thought it was Harry.But he immediately showed a wry smile, how could Harry come, he didn't know that today was his birthday...

I don't know what the Potters said to Harry. Voldemort originally thought that there would only be one reaction, that is, the relationship would become worse. After all, he really didn't expect the person he killed to speak good words for him.The main reason he gave Harry the Soul Resurrection Stone was because Harry was always thinking about his parents.We still have to take things slowly and see when Harry can find out the truth, or he can't help but explode before that... Of course, if Harry finds out by himself, that would be the best, and their problems will be solved , this is the best policy.It's a bad idea, I really don't want to think about this situation...

People who think this way really have no interest in a cat.Although I don't know how it got in, it seems that it is harmless. Voldemort is not in the mood to study this matter at all.

So Harry, who was crouching on the ground, watched Voldemort disappear from his vision again.He silently shut up: Is it because his estimation of Voldemort is too accurate, or because his Animagus form is too easy to be ignored?Didn't even give him the petrification curse and binding spell, so aren't you afraid that he will sneak away?But since Voldemort was so relieved, he obviously felt that he couldn't escape.Harry simply moved his limbs, walked out of the sheltered range of the bookshelves, and then squatted aside to watch blatantly.

Voldemort sat down, and with a flick of his wand, a transparent glass bottle filled with golden amber liquid appeared out of nowhere and landed firmly on the table.The days have passed for too long, and he rarely thinks about the past, the past in the orphanage.The gloomy and old-fashioned building, almost every meal is a meal of thin soup, the occasional bird passing by the gray sky outside the iron window, the severe winter with wind and snow, the eyes that have changed from indifference and hostility to fear and disgust... He poured himself a glass and looked up. Head, the thick tumbler bottomed out immediately.Top-quality Scotch single malt whiskey brings a fiery feeling, burning all the way from the taste buds to the stomach.

In fact, Voldemort usually does not realize that a certain day is his birthday, but today's situation is quite special.Because he thought of Harry's parents first, and although he knew there was no comparison, he couldn't help but think of his two irresponsible parents, and then sadly remembered his own birthday.And, like Christmas or Halloween, his birthday was never something he expected, even if it was the day before New Years, New Year's Eve.

What is there to celebrate?His father had abandoned their mother and son before he was born, and his mother had been ashamed since then, and died after giving birth to him... This was a mistake at all!Voldemort thought through gritted teeth, reaching out for another glass.

Harry the cat stared blankly at the actions of the person in front of him.At that speed, is he drinking water?But he could smell it, and the air was filled with mild grassy and fresh fruit smells, and a special spicy smoky smell (Harry didn't know that this was a step in the Scotch whiskey brewing process-Scotland's unique peat burning smoke- - the result), these are not the fragrance that water can have.Looking at the color of the liquid and the traces of hanging cups—there is no doubt that it is definitely wine, and it is spirits.

What the hell is Voldemort doing?Wouldn't it be alcohol poisoning to drink like this?Harry the cat tilted his head, and after a while, seeing that the drinker still had no intention of stopping, he finally couldn't help it.He sprang up quickly, climbed onto the table in two or three strokes, and then tried to push the wine bottle with his body.It's a pity that he is really small, and his strength is directly proportional to it. With all his strength, he can only push the bottle to slide on the table.

"...haha!" Voldemort couldn't help laughing.He was not hesitant, seeing the kitten jumping up in front of him and making trouble, he originally wanted to throw it directly on the ground.If he hadn't found out where it came from, he would have sent it Avada Kedavra directly.As a result, he had his wand in his hand, only to find that the cat who was clearly trying to knock over the wine bottle had to push it away, which was... I have to say, kind of funny.

Why is his Animagus so small!It's easy to hide, but right now, a half-empty wine bottle won't do it!Harry shot his mocker an angry look.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the thick book by the table, and he suddenly came up with an idea.

This black cat is quite interesting, the color of its eyes is a beautiful emerald green... I just gave him a glare, as if I knew I was being laughed at... Voldemort crossed his arms, and he suddenly looked at this one that was only half a wine bottle The tall cat has a little interest, what should it do?

Harry managed to push the wine bottle to a position not far from the book, and then he stepped back, started—jumped—and threw himself down, all in one go.Under the action of this momentum, the wine bottle slammed against the book, and a few drops of liquid splashed out from the mouth of the bottle.Harry leaned on the book cover and kicked his back foot - the round wine bottle rolled across the table and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Let you underestimate me!Harry flicked his tail at Voldemort triumphantly, and suddenly felt that the hair on his chin seemed to be wet with something.He wiped his front paw neatly, and then licked it--suddenly he coughed earth-shatteringly!How much alcohol is it, why is it so spicy!

Voldemort had been looking at the cat who dared to show off his power in front of him, but when he looked into those eyes again, he felt that something was wrong.This green... seems to have seen it somewhere before... He was startled, such a familiar color, could it be... "Harry?"

Being spotted, Harry coughed even harder.Up to now, he can only restore his human form by himself, otherwise Voldemort only needs a simple original form to know immediately.Rather than being so embarrassing, it's better to take the initiative. "You...how did you...recognize it?"

It was really his boy!Voldemort was angry and funny, but seeing that Harry was coughing badly, he couldn't help standing up to help him. "Your eyes," he said stiffly, "and, which real cat doesn't run away when I let out a murderous look?" Voldemort immediately thought of the most important point, "You actually practiced the Anima secretly by yourself. Gus!" and sneaking into his office without telling him!Do you know that he almost used the Killing Curse just now!Voldemort felt a sudden pang of fear.

After all, Voldemort didn't seem to care about his bottle being hit, but about his private practice.On the one hand, Harry was afraid that he would be angry, but on the other hand, he felt very warm. "Didn't I master it? Everything is normal! Don't underestimate me!" He argued, taking the opportunity to change the subject, "And, the current situation should be that I'm talking about you... It's okay to drink so much wine ? Do you want to die?"

Voldemort sighed helplessly in his heart, he knew that the savior was not so easy to obey. "Don't you know? People in the Slytherin family are all excellent potion makers, so hangover is simply a small problem."

Harry suddenly thought of the pile of potions books in the Chamber of Secrets.He grunted reluctantly, "Alcoholism is bad after all."

"Yes, you are right in everything you say," Voldemort was still patting him on the back. "Who told you to lick it? You're asking for trouble...Huh? It seems like you stopped coughing?"

"How do I know the degree is so high?" Listen to the perfunctory tone... Harry immediately refuted him, "I just want to try..." He suddenly noticed the distance between them, and his voice couldn't help getting smaller and smaller, "Who knew..." would be so hot?

Harry was sitting on the table with his knees sticking out a little over the edge; Voldemort was standing between his legs, one hand still behind his back, chests pressed together, quite a hugging position.

Voldemort was listening to him argue, but the voice slowly died away, and he couldn't help but look down.One of the boy's ears was slowly burning red from the root, and the side of his face was also red. The scorching breath rushed against his collarbone one after another, making people's hearts tremble.He gently raised his other hand and touched the already red earlobe almost unconsciously.

Harry shivered.He could only see the silvery black cloth in front of his eyes, and he could only smell the familiar sandalwood scent.There is a cold touch coming from the ears, as if an electric current passes through the body.He raised his head slowly, meeting Voldemort's gaze.Those black eyes were no longer the usual indifference and calmness, the howling wind, the rushing waves, the momentum was like an aggressive flame, completely obliterating him.

The whole body seems to be infected, the blood is rushing, and there is no place that is not hot.Harry stretched his hands around the man's neck, brushed his fingertips lightly over the skin of the neck, and immediately felt a slight swallowing motion.He leaned forward and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"...who told you to lick..." Voldemort said the same thing again, his voice hoarse.But this time was obviously different from before. Voldemort wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and brought him to his side; the other hand followed the contours of his face to his chin, and it was wet as expected.Harry just wiped it carelessly, and there was still some amber liquor left on it.Voldemort's eyes darkened, and he licked the liquid away with the slowest movement.Harry only felt wet and numb to the touch, with a slight burning sensation, and his body trembled slightly.After doing this, Voldemort raised his head slightly, staring at the flushed face in front of him, the tightly closed eyelids, and the extremely bright lips burned by the strong wine, which were deeply imprinted.