war and peace

Hermione didn't quite understand that Professor Roald had something to leave halfway, and she couldn't understand that Professor Roald entrusted them all to Mr. Gaunt, whom he had never met.Harry later learned that for certain reasons, Voldemort could only maintain two different forms at the same time, but now he can only help Voldemort convince Hermione.Voldemort actually wanted to go to the Quidditch World Cup with his mother's surname to show his face. If Dumbledore also came to the game, it would be a good show - he knew that Voldemort's mother had this weird surname.Harry was a little concerned, but it was bound to happen sooner or later, and he could only wait and see.

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.After all that day, Harry couldn't sleep.He cast an invisibility spell to himself, tiptoed past the middle living room, and whispered "Open the door" in Parseltongue—a secret that had become only between him and Voldemort.

"You're here." Voldemort was reading a letter when he heard the door open and casually put the letter aside. "Aren't you looking forward to being with that g..." He frowned, "Whoever it is, don't you want to be the best Seeker? Going to bed early is good for you."

"I know what I'm going to do," said Harry, lifting the invisibility spell, pulling a carved pearwood chair out of the air and sitting down (he felt deeply that he had assimilated to Voldemort's tastes). "It's you..." Harry looked straight into Voldemort's eyes, "don't you think you're rushing it? I don't think they welcome me."

Voldemort looked at him with a smile on his face. "It's up to them." He stood up, walked around the desk, and walked up to Harry: "I know what you want to know, and I've already told you—it's all up to me." He bent down and let Harry The two pairs of eyes looked at each other closely, "You have done a very good job, just stand by my side and watch it all happen."

Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out.Voldemort's meaning is obvious, he has a big plan, and he hopes that he can sit on it.Being ambitious is not a bad thing, it just depends on where it is used—Voldemort is obviously not planning to bloodbath the Quidditch World Cup now...Harry thought twice and decided to ask him about other aspects: "The last one today is Snape, right? ?”

A gloomy look flashed across Voldemort's brow. "I just knew..." With his boyish personality, he undoubtedly felt quite a bit guilty about Snape.However, when he thought that this person had deceived him for so long, and he didn't find out that he was an undercover agent until the last moment, he couldn't help but get angry.He wasn't expressing anger now, obviously Snape was still an undercover agent of the Order of the Phoenix... Voldemort gritted his teeth hard.There are people who dare to despise his majesty, but to put it bluntly, the fate of these people is unimaginable to most people.If it wasn't for his boy, how could Snape have survived until now?snort!

Harry had a rough idea of ​​Voldemort's thoughts on the matter.With Voldemort's proud personality, Snape, who betrayed him, is still standing there today, probably because of himself.Harry, who was thinking like this, slapped the words of pleading several times in his mouth, but he really didn't dare to say it.Voldemort has obviously made concessions on this matter, he can't push forward and be aggressive.

"I know, you want him to live well." Voldemort changed his subject, "You warned him early on not to return to the Death Eaters, it would be dangerous."

At that time, he had just fused the soul fragments in the crown, and was in a hurry to order his capable subordinates to start their activities, so he ignored Snape for a while; when he remembered this traitor who should be taught a lesson himself, he had already begun to worry about the savior. The contradiction between.It can only be said that Snape's life should not die... However, since he is going to be an undercover agent for the Order of the Phoenix, surprises are inevitable, aren't they?

Harry had calculated everything, even if Dumbledore knew that he did it, but it was Voldemort who knew it first.In fact, this is also easy to understand. Voldemort knew that they were reborn together with their memories 17 years ago. Of course, he would pay attention to his every move, and it was inevitable to be discovered.

"I did it," Harry admitted bluntly, "I thought he would die as soon as he went back." After he finished speaking, he realized that this didn't happen because Voldemort had considered their future first?The thought warmed him strangely.

The two looked at each other for half a minute, and both saw tolerance and understanding in each other's eyes.But Harry knew that Voldemort had a small knot in his heart, even if he spared Snape this time, life in the future would not be easy.Snape was acting as an eyeliner for the Order of the Phoenix, but only for Dumbledore to keep him safe.Wouldn't it be fine if he knew and believed that he would be fine with Voldemort?Mother's question, this needs to be discussed.If possible, he could become a loyal Death Eater again, just like Regulus Black.

Harry spoke his mind.He originally thought that Voldemort would seriously consider it, or that he didn't like the proposal at all, but he didn't know that it would bring him an expression of disbelief. "What's the matter? Regulus can do it, but Snape can't?" Because he really embarrassed Voldemort?

"No, it's not," Voldemort whispered, approaching him softly, something seemed to light up in his eyes, "that's not my concern... I'm glad... you're on my side to bring up this idea..."

Harry froze.That's right, his proposal just now was to help Voldemort get a loyal subordinate, which was impossible before.Unknowingly, he has recognized the existence of Voldemort and accepted everything he has done?Seeing a handsome face getting closer to him, Harry couldn't help blushing: "Who said that? If you were the same as before, I would definitely..."

The words "stop you" were buried in the lips and teeth of handover.Voldemort didn't use much force, he almost licked Harry's lips very softly, sealing the unspoken words just right.The kiss fell softly and lingeringly like a feather.Harry let out a sigh of satisfaction in his heart that no one could hear, his eyes closed unconsciously, and his head slowly fell back.

Voldemort put both hands on the back of the chair beside Harry's head, tilted his head slightly, and kissed deeper.After the ecstasy, the rest is double cherished.Only he knows best that there are not many people who can be tolerant and considerate to his enemies; and only he knows how much influence a person who can do this has on him, little by little. He pulled back to reason.Meeting each other, killing each other, loving each other and knowing each other, even if it is difficult for others to understand, what does it matter?

The kiss was tender and long.Harry finally pushed him back out of breath, "I can't breathe..." Voldemort looked at his flushed face and green eyes that were brightening, feeling that it was torture to control himself.He picked Harry up neatly, sat on the chair himself, the heat was passing through Harry's legs, rubbing them as gently as possible.The movement was slow, but it made people's hearts itch like a cat scratching.

After Harry realized the state of the two of them, his blushing face quickly turned into a ripe tomato.In fact, it is not uncommon for them to meet each other frankly, but even through the material of the clothes, he can still clearly feel the determination that is ready to go.

"Only at this time, you will not be able to say the words to stop me." Voldemort's voice was low, with a hint of delusion.His two hands had already slipped into Harry's lapel, pacing leisurely around his waistline.

Knowing that this stop was not the other stop, Harry was very dissatisfied and wanted to refute. "No... Ah!" The angry voice turned into a gasp in the middle of the journey, because a point on his chest was pressed hard, and the vital point also fell into a dexterous hand that circled. "You... definitely did it on purpose! Don't let me finish my sentence..."

Voldemort laughed silently, his boy always put him in a good mood.Thin-skinned is also a good thing, that bit of stubbornness can always arouse his greater enthusiasm.

Harry felt a slight vibration in the chest pressed against his back. This man is getting worse and worse... He turned his head and wanted to say something righteous, but just as he was halfway through, his lips were covered by someone who was waiting there. Another pair of thin lips captured.Voldemort held his legs tightly together with one hand, keeping them close together, and poked his other hand out from the collar of his shirt to support his chin, making it easier for them to kiss.

"Isn't that the end of your sentence? Hmm?" Voldemort whispered between them between breaths, and before Harry could reply, he kissed him again.Harry no longer wanted to think about where their conversation was going. He held Voldemort's waist with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around the other's neck and put it on his shoulder. His posture had changed to sitting sideways.

As he moved, he inevitably rubbed against something against the inside of his thigh.Voldemort gasped. Harry was going to play tomorrow, and he was so looking forward to it that he didn't really plan to do anything.But the feeling just now could drive people crazy... And Harry felt the body close to him tense instantly, and he narrowed his eyes to stare at Voldemort's deep gaze, as if realizing something.He raised his head to kiss the corner of Voldemort's mouth, raised his legs one after the other, and put them in a cross-legged position, consciously or unconsciously rubbing against the stiff part of the cloth when doing this movement.

"You grinding..." Voldemort said through gritted teeth, sweat starting to seep from his brow.His boy definitely did it on purpose. Knowing that he was distressed, he unscrupulously teased his desire.There will always be a day when you will learn the lesson... Voldemort thought fiercely, pressing the man into his arms even tighter, lowering his head and directly covering the corners of his lips.

Harry snickered inwardly, and suddenly felt a lightness in his body, and his skin touched instantly.You don't need to look to know that the clothes have been taken off. The silent spell is really useful at this time... He thought vaguely.Fiddled and steamed by the scorching heat, he was almost unconscious, moaning intermittently overflowing his throat.

The next day, Harry woke up in Voldemort's bed.He moved his hands and feet, feeling a little sore in his body.Although they didn't make any breakthrough until the end, Voldemort seemed to be annoyed by him, trying various poses and actions in different ways.He got up, and the thin quilt slid off, revealing the mottled hickey marks on his body: "This..." These marks clearly reminded him how crazy he was last night, and Harry blushed again.He grabbed the wand on the bedside table and was held back before he could cast a spell.

"Let me do it." Voldemort woke up early, seeing his boy curled up in his arms sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to get up.He sat up too, taking the wand directly from Harry. "how does it feel?"

Hearing no sound, Harry felt himself refreshed.Still, "Why are these... still there?" Hickey, Harry was too embarrassed to say it.

"I think it's pretty." Voldemort stretched out his hand and placed Harry's wand on the bedside table across from him.

"You—!" Harry stared at his movements, opened his mouth and couldn't continue.If nothing else, he just saw Voldemort's exposed upper body just like him... It must not have been done by him... That's... me?Harry turned his head away, his face burning badly.

In the end, Harry was unsuccessful in persuading Voldemort to remove all traces of them.So be it, Harry thought resignedly.He wanted to play, but the high-collared Quidditch robe, wrist guards, knee pads, goggles and the like were enough to wrap him up so that no one would see him.Voldemort was different. He had an obvious purple hickey on his neck, which couldn't be blocked, and the side of his head was visible.

Even if they were found, no one would think that I left it behind, Harry thought ostrichly.It is true that no one would think that way now...Of course he would not know, and in a few hours, he would take the initiative to lead people's speculation in that direction.