[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Harry woke up again in the hospital.This time it was so quiet that he thought he was the only one.But he soon realized that this was just his illusion—his sore body was covered with a quilt, and the hand underneath was held by someone else.He rolled his eyes and saw Voldemort sitting beside him.He tried to get up and asked at the same time, "...what's wrong with me?"

Voldemort helped him raise the head of the bed, but didn't answer him right away. "how do you feel?"

Harry lay on the bed, feeling slowly regaining consciousness as he regained consciousness.The dizziness in front of the eyes is probably the aftereffect of the headache, and the body is as if the bones have been pumped out, and it is almost impossible to move.It was worse than the few times he'd passed out from the pain before, but he said, "It's fine."

Voldemort shot him a disapproving look, obviously knowing he was lying. "You've had a magic blow," he said, flatly. "There's been no Screaming Shack since. And you tell me you're all right?"

"Uh..." Harry finally understood why he felt completely powerless. "My magic power broke out? Why don't I have any impression?"

"Of course you wouldn't have it," Voldemort replied, "because the soul piece temporarily occupied your body." Had he not been present and conscious, Harry would not be Harry when he woke up again.

"What?" Harry exclaimed, then understood.When he felt himself plunged into darkness, it wasn't the moment when his body collapsed; in fact, it was just a transfer process, and the soul piece temporarily seized control of the body. "You...he..." What should he say, as expected of the Dark Lord, even a piece of soul is so difficult to deal with?

Voldemort didn't speak, but that was clearly the default.Harry stared straight at him, realizing that this was a very bad omen. "Because he's mad? He couldn't possibly stay in that mood all the time?" he forced.But they all know that if there is a first time, there will be a second time; this time they just demolished an abandoned wooden house, so what about the next time?

There was a silence.No one spoke immediately, but they all sensed a damp heat emerging from the clasped hands.

"And what about Sirius?" Harry asked finally. "Is he all right?"

"Everyone is fine except you." Voldemort answered him, gesturing to the door with his eyes. "As for your godfather... do you think Dumbledore would have known nothing when the roof of the Shrieking Shack was blown fifty or sixty feet into the air?"

Although there was no accusation in his tone, it sounded more like worry, but Harry felt guilty for a moment.Whether it was Voldemort or Sirius, he felt this way.Because he no longer thought of Voldemort's Avada Kedavra at the beginning, he just felt that his spirit was not strong enough, so he was taken advantage of by the soul piece.

Voldemort could tell what he was thinking from the twinkle in his eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "Don't overthink it," he said. "Remember what I told you at the Astronomy Tower?"

Harry looked at him, visibly sensitive. "That doesn't mean I can feel at ease about it!"

"Of course I know," said Voldemort, his voice lowered. "But don't you think you're a little too strict on yourself?"

Harry looked him straight in the eyes, and somehow felt his eyes flicker.The sequelae of the magic power explosion?He doubted it in his heart, but just in case, he didn't intend to mention it at all. "I don't think," he said firmly, "that any of the effort I've put into it will be worth it—to catch up with you, or just to get closer. Maybe the goal is far away, but it's not standing still reason."

Looking at those firm emerald eyes, Voldemort's heart was shaken for a moment.Is he right?Even if he put the Imperius Curse on Harry, it was only for Harry's safety, but is this really the best choice?

He didn't want Harry to get involved in this problem, because he knew that the responsibility for the Horcruxes was all his own, and the key reasons that could be solved were all his own.But if that was the case, Harry couldn't agree with it [-]%.According to the character of the little lion, Harry would never willingly submit to anyone's protection.From the past to the present, it has always been like this.

He wants to protect Harry, he thinks this is what he should do, but can this really override Harry's own will?After all, no matter what, Harry has the right to choose, even if it makes his road ahead look more difficult.

Another point is that he didn't dare to cast an overly powerful or overly obvious Imperius Curse.In that case, maybe Harry could be fooled, but the Horcrux certainly couldn't be fooled.He just wanted Harry to think that saving himself was a correct, spontaneous choice when the time came.

Voldemort's mind went back and forth quickly.

However, it was impossible to go back at this time.If Christmas Eve is after signing the unbreakable oath, then he will probably think about it again; now that the matter has come to this point, it can only develop according to the previous plan.At this time, if the Imperius Curse is revoked, it will cause greater danger if it is discovered by Soul Piece.And the consequence of continuing to deal with it is that Harry is likely to throw a tantrum about it later - well, it can't be said that he didn't expect this outcome.

Thinking of this, Voldemort showed a narrow and mocking smile. "You want to catch up with me? Then I have to say, you still have a long way to go."

"Beware of getting too complacent!" Harry grinned at him.He's immune to the sardonic grin now, and even has an odd sense of nostalgia—it reminds him of their turbulent life in the first place. "What should I do?" He asked, "I can't even think you're smiling like that now." He pointed to his head, "Do you think I should ask Madam Pomfrey to show me my head again? "

"I don't think she'd want to cure you." Voldemort smiled at him, leaned over, and planted a kiss on his forehead. "This is something only I can do."

Harry blinked, finally showing his first smile since waking up.

The next day, Harry returned to the Gryffindor tower before Ron and Hermione came back, and hid a few bottles of magic power restoration potions that Madam Pomfrey had given him, preparing to drink them secretly.Because he was going to tell them most of what happened during the winter break, and then cut out the last paragraph.He wasn't worried that they would leak the news, but because it was really just a matter between him and Voldemort.Rather than letting others worry about him in vain, he would rather tell them after the matter is resolved.

Actually, Harry didn't need to put much effort into covering it up.Because Hermione and Ron who came back were stunned when they heard about Regulus, and when they heard that Sirius taunted Voldemort and demanded an unbreakable oath, their jaws almost dropped to the ground.

"That's impossible..." Ron stared blankly at the notice board in the common room. "Nobody would dare to do that... ask the Dark Lord to swear an oath or something..."

They were sitting around a round table at this moment, and Hermione looked as shocked as he was. "Since you are still sitting here so peacefully," she asked, with a worried look on her face. "Then surely nothing happened to Sirius?"

Harry glanced at them both in turn.The first reaction was not whether Voldemort agreed, but whether something happened to Sirius... Sure enough, he was not the only one who felt that Sirius had gone too far this time. "Of course not," he replied.

Both Hermione and Ron gasped.Then Ron asked again: "Surely this didn't happen?" Then he met Hermione's eyes of "this is nonsense", and couldn't help but argue for himself: "I just want to make sure!"

But against their wildest expectations, Harry nodded. "No, it's done."

"What?!" Both of them let out a high-decibel exclamation.Hermione knocked over a stack of books (one fell on Crookshanks' back, and it ran away angrily), and Ron dropped his tea. "You're kidding!" the two yelled in unison.

Their movement here caught the attention of the others, and Harry had to pull them back down. "Calm down, let me explain..."

In the disbelieving eyes of the two, Harry briefly stated the next thing.Naturally, he didn't mention the last accident, and he tried to describe his own request in less emotional-colored terms.But this cannot conceal the essence of it, because the reaction of both of them is the same——

"Wow," said Hermione.

"Wow," said Ron.

"That's what marriage vows are..." said Hermione.

"...Are you sure Sirius wasn't here to be a witness? Or a priest?" Ron asked.

"Please, please don't say that to Sirius." Harry felt a little embarrassed when he heard such a straightforward description, but he still demanded strongly.Although Sirius seemed to have no intention of taking care of this matter anymore, in his own opinion, it was better not to create too much excitement.

"We know," said Hermione, laughing suddenly. "While I'm probably still surprised,...that sounds really good, Harry." She stood up and gave Harry a hug across the table. "It made me feel so much more at ease - you guys can definitely fix everything."

Ron agreed. "An unbreakable oath!" he exclaimed. "None of you can go back on it! Until you die! So, that prophecy saying 'two people cannot both live' is simply fooling people!"

Harry nodded.But somewhere in his heart, he really wanted to touch his head.The voice didn't respond to that...is this a good thing or a bad thing?

The same late night, the principal's office.

"Although you seem to be more reliable than before, I still didn't expect that there would be such a situation: in terms of communicating with you and communicating with Harry, the former seems safer." Dumbledore said, with a tone of A little heavy.

He finally understood the whole thing now, and it turned out that Harry was Voldemort's last Horcrux; that was a serious matter in itself, and what was more serious was that the soul piece was still sentient.In order not to let the soul piece know what happened through Harry's eyes or guess their countermeasures, he could only choose to discuss this matter with Voldemort.

Voldemort dismissed his emotion. "I don't think I need to take the time to remind you, anyway, it's me." Then he emphasized, "I told you just to inform you, not to agree to your intervention."

This time both were standing, and Dumbledore could look directly into each other's faces through the glasses. "Sounds like you've got a plan, Tom. You've got everything in your head, haven't you? I admit I'm interested in that, but I'm more interested in another aspect—what about Harry? He knows How many?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment.At last he said dryly: "... sooner or later he will know."

Dumbledore looked at him, eyebrows raised high.