[HP] Seven Nights Talk

Tom sat at the desk, staring blankly at the textbook in front of him.It was the first day of the new semester, and Professor McGonagall on the stage was emphasizing the importance of the Ultimate Wizarding Level Examination, but he couldn't listen at all.

Four days had passed since Harry disappeared, and he hadn't found any clues.It's as if Harry just evaporated, or as if he never existed.But that was impossible, since he was talking to Harry just a moment ago... He must have overlooked something, or been concealed; if he knew all the circumstances, he should know exactly what happened.

"Be careful, Harry!" Hermione's reminder suddenly came from the side.

Looking down, Tom saw a large smear of ink on the textbook with the tip of his quill, which he erased with his wand. "Accidentally," he said.

Hermione watched him warily, with a look on her face that suggested she was torn between breaking class discipline again and calling it a day.In the end she chose the former, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you, Harry?"

"What's the matter with me?" Tom asked her inexplicably.Did Hermione discover that he was a fake after coming back from a holiday?

This guess is obviously wrong, because Hermione continued: "You seem to be troubled by something... If you can't solve it, can't you tell us so that we can help you?"

Tom was shocked and almost reached out to touch his face.He had indeed been thinking about Harry's disappearance, but that wasn't the point.Why can Hermione see it?Has his Occlumency regressed?

Probably because his surprise was too obvious, Hermione gave him a smile: "I guess you must think you hide it well. But we've been friends since first grade, haven't we?"

Tom would have liked to say that the savior was not him, but he answered nothing.This must be the aftereffect of his use of the body of the savior, he thought, and of course it was easier for Hermione to figure out something wrong from Harry's face.

Ron on the other side heard them too and started winking at Harry. "Don't take it too seriously, Harry, Hermione is always worrying about all kinds of things, and you are unfortunately in the range."

If it wasn't for class, Hermione would surely have cast him a powerful spell.She rolled her eyes at Ron, "Don't judge me by your standards, thank you." Then she said to Tom again, "Is it about that? Don't hold back, you can work it out with him. "

The one she was talking about, of course, was referring to the soul tablet in Harry's head.And he, of course, refers to Voldemort.Looking into her sincere brown eyes, Tom couldn't help imagining for the umpteenth time what she would look like if she knew he was a Soul Pie. "I know."

"You'd better do what she suggested, buddy." Ron continued to tease, he always felt that things were going in the right direction, and Hermione was too fussy. "You know, she's always right."

Hermione glared at him. "It's not a question of right or wrong!" she growled, "There's nothing wrong with being careful!"

"Of course, yes, I care about Harry, too," said Ron quickly, noticing Professor McGonagall glancing at him.He was a little taken aback, because he hadn't guessed that Hermione would lose her temper in class.Then he moved closer to Tom and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Is it just that bad, or is Hermione starting to get anxious before the exam?"

Tom didn't know how to answer him.In fact, their hopes were the same, but Hermione's idea was that the sooner the better, and Ron obviously thought there was still a lot of time to squander. "I'm fine." He was the last to reply.

Given that there was actually a time limit, maybe he should actually go check it out with another part of himself?

Compared with Ron and Hermione, Voldemort's time to see another part of himself is very limited, after all, he doesn't live in Gryffindor Tower.So when Tom found him by himself, he didn't immediately realize what happened, and thought that the other party was just acting deliberately for others to see.

But he soon discovered something unusual.Because when Tom usually came to his office, he would pretend to bring a few books and parchment, but today he came empty-handed.Not only that, but Tom was sitting directly in front of his desk, staring at him without blinking.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Voldemort asked deliberately.He put down his pen and waved his wand, making the candles in the room a little brighter.

Tom snorted. "You should know what I want to do. Don't ask what you know and waste the time together." He couldn't believe that another part of himself didn't expect this-in fact, he felt that another part of himself must have been looking forward to this moment-to each other Confession, final fusion.

"Yes, I do know." Voldemort replied softly.His hands are on the table, slightly crossed. "But before you start, can I ask what prompted you to make this decision?" He tilted his head. "Or, more bluntly, what happened during the Christmas break?"

"I think you should stretch the time frame a little bit." Tom gave him his trademark sneer. "You're saying it like you know everything before Christmas."

"If you will," Voldemort added quickly.

Tom stopped laughing and looked him over more carefully.Finally he said: "Then let's start with the results - Harry disappeared."

"What?" Even though Voldemort had made countless conjectures, there was no such possibility.But he quickly calmed down and asked, "What does 'disappear' mean?"

"Literally." Tom shrugged at him, and briefly described the events of the last day of the previous year.Of course, he selfishly omitted most of the previous dialogue, only the ending.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly.He could hear that the other person didn't say everything, but it didn't matter, he would find out sooner or later.And the point of the matter is really the ending.He soon realized that it was no accident. "It's happened once before, I suppose." It was his turn to shrug Tom.

After a concise explanation, the two looked at each other.If Voldemort spent months in the Middle Ages, what about Harry?Will it be the same time and the same place?

"I'm afraid it's unlikely." Voldemort was the first to draw a conclusion. "My mind was full of Deathly Hallows at the time, and Harry didn't care as much about that stuff as I did."

Tom squinted at him.To be honest, he has no qualifications to despise, because he himself is the same. "So that's what you deduce?" he asked. "Has something to do with a deep desire? What would Harry want to do?"

Voldemort didn't answer his question because they knew the answer.There was always only one thing Harry wanted to do, and that never changed.

"It sounds better than what you were treated before." Tom said, with a bit of teasing in his tone, "At least the language communication must be fine."

Voldemort glanced at him. "You really don't miss any chance!" It's interesting to mock yourself or something?

Tom caught the implication, but didn't take it seriously.He felt that if their positions were reversed and the other party stayed in the head of the savior for a few years, they would definitely become gloating. "Even if your guess is right in this regard, what about the time?"

Voldemort was silent for a moment.It's fine if it's the same time as his, and it doesn't matter if it's shorter, but if Harry hasn't returned by the end of seven years, wouldn't everything be in vain?

He could think of it, and so could Tom.In fact, Tom also knows that this kind of thing is difficult to predict, and he only asks to win back a victory, otherwise he will appear to be too weak.But now that his goal has been achieved, he doesn't really want to go to eternal death, so he just accepts it as soon as he sees it. "So this is related to the last question, and I guess it is also the most critical." He said, his tone returned to his usual state, "What do you think will happen when the time is up?"

Upon hearing this, Voldemort glanced at him.As expected of himself, he never believed in death, especially when he couldn't fully control the situation. "I'm not sure," he finally admitted, "but at least I remember what I wanted."

Tom raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that the ultimate goal? The one that Harry never knew about?" He made a point of emphasizing "Harry never knew about it".

"You don't have to remind me like that," Voldemort replied calmly. "Whether I say it or not, I'm not sure what the truth will be."

"So you're not going to tell me now?" Tom asked.He didn't expect an affirmative answer, anyway, it wasn't the prophecy or the god of death that could determine the future, but himself.It was indeed a hole card at the beginning, but I don't know when it started, that goal has become insignificant.

"So we now have to check what happened before," replied Voldemort, who didn't need to explain his train of thought when confronted with himself. "Don't you think, don't you know a little too much? Compared with other soul movies?"

"You mean..." Tom narrowed his eyes dangerously, but it wasn't aimed at the person across from him. "Is there a problem here?"

"There must be something that has been overlooked, I think." Voldemort leaned back in his chair, "and if we want to make a more perfect decision, of course these uncertain factors must be eliminated."

"That's right." Tom showed exactly the same expression as him. "Even the god of death."

I have to say that it is really not easy to match the details of what happened over six years ago.At the beginning, they just used the night time to check with each other, but after two days they couldn't bear to both ask for leave-this matter is much more important than attending class.Of course, this is definitely not the case in the eyes of others, but they can't care about it now.

Tom finally didn't have to worry about saying less, because he now knew exactly what was going on.It's just that the problem remains -- which is that, for the past six and a half years, nothing seems fishy at all.

"That's impossible," said Voldemort thoughtfully. "There must be something wrong." He rolled his eyes slowly, and suddenly asked, "Do you remember the beginning?"

Tom sank in the armchair, his brow furrowed. "You mean that white place?" He tried to remember, "I do have an impression, but I don't know whether I knew it from the beginning, or I knew it from Harry's mind. Didn't I say Is it?" He added, "When Harry was using Occlumency, I had a hard time keeping track of the time. Just remembering a little bit, don't expect to be able to figure out the details or the order."

Voldemort tapped unconsciously on the table with his fingertips.That's the biggest problem, one of them is not normal at all for a certain period of time. "So you don't know what happened in the last seven years, do you?" he repeated.

Tom nods. "If you ask me, those memories of mine seem fake," he complained sincerely, "or stolen. But I do remember certain things, like regaining my body, like saying to Harry Those three death curses, and..."

Voldemort turned his head sharply, cutting him off. "Three death curses?"

Tom looked at him incredulously. "You can't help remembering this? First in Godric's Hollow, then the Forbidden Forest, and finally the Great Hall—"

Voldemort almost stared at him. "What's going on in the auditorium?"

"How could you forget about being killed in the end?" Tom retorted quickly, but then showed a look of extreme shock. "...you don't know at all?"

"I think your timeline must be wrong here too," said Voldemort, staring at him. "I can guarantee that any seven-year agreement will take place immediately after the duel in the Forbidden Forest. There is no auditorium, and there will be no final battle. In other words, the last battle I know is the Forbidden Forest."

Tom opened his mouth slightly. "The auditorium..." He searched again for the facts he knew, and finally found the problem. "Harry never mentioned that! What the hell is going on?"

The two looked at each other, realizing that this was what they had overlooked.Voldemort had always thought that he was an outsider in this world, at least for a few of his soul slices; otherwise, there would be no explanation for the simultaneous presence of two active consciousnesses.But he realizes now that maybe that was true for the first few soul films, and definitely not the last one—

The soul movie that has been in Harry's head is actually the same as him, from the same ending!It is even more likely that the other party is the consciousness that persists until the end in that world!

"How did this happen?" Tom asked again. "You're the one in Harry's head, and I'm actually the main soul that was killed in the auditorium at the end?"

"That wouldn't explain your impression of that all-white place," Voldemort reminded him dryly. "The main soul at that time didn't know that at all."

"Or is that all white place just something I thought I saw with my own eyes, but was actually an impression from Harry's mind?" Tom said uncertainly.

"Perhaps... whatever it is, explain the matter of the Hall first," demanded Voldemort.

So Tom made a detailed statement.He did remember it well, for he even repeated the words almost exactly. "That's the premise on which I was persuaded," he said finally. "If the original method fails, I can't make the same mistake again."

Voldemort nodded.Indeed, he was never one to have the patience to walk a road twice. "But how do you calculate this?" He said softly, not like a question, but more like talking to himself: "Can there really be more than one person in a world?"

It sounded incomprehensible, but Tom understood.To put it another way, everyone in every world has one and only one soul, no more and no less.If both of them are outsiders, there is no doubt that there will be an extra piece of soul.so……

"The death curse in the Forbidden Forest split the soul piece in Harry's body." The two reached the same conclusion at the same time, and couldn't help but looked at each other from a distance of not too long.So this is the truth!

"No wonder I had to stay with Harry in the first place." Voldemort sighed.It was obvious why, because he was supposed to be in Harry's head.

Tom looked worse than he did. "You're lucky!"

"Compared with you, it's really not bad." Voldemort admitted.Regardless of how the other part of himself knew about the auditorium and the seven-year contract, he'd earned a lot of extra time. "So, can we agree now?"

"You've taken what I wanted to say." Tom stood up. "I'll set the time." Then he left.

Voldemort watched his back.Of course, it had to be decided by the other party, because at least they had to make sure that Harry had returned before they could fuse the soul.And after this is done, it's time to make the final choice.Reaper probably wouldn't give them any good options, but surely it couldn't be worse than death, right?

When he thought of this, the clock next to him struck twelve times no more, no less.

Voldemort stared at the brass pointer on it, remembering that it was the eighth day since Harry's disappearance.It's still early, he told himself, and while it's possible, don't get your hopes up.Then he sat for a while, then got up and went back to rest.

As for Tom on the other end, he had climbed into Harry's four-poster bed.It is already a routine to look at the sea of ​​consciousness every day, and it is the same today.It's just that after he was mentally prepared to fail again, he saw a different situation from the past - the boy was lying there, sleeping peacefully.

Tom rushed over immediately, and the suspended silver light followed closely above his head.When he could touch the other's hand, he realized that it was not his hallucination, Harry really came back.The boy didn't look much different from before, there was a little tiredness between his brows, but his expression was very satisfied.

Looks like Harry's been having a good seven nights, Tom thought.He stared at Harry for a while, reached out to smooth his eyebrows, and lowered his head to kiss again. "Good night, Harry." Then he stood up resolutely and walked towards the place he came from.

Midnight has passed, and a new day has arrived.So he should go too.