[HP] Similar but different

First Dumbledore, then Sirius... Harry knew he had to face this, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.Anyway, he was grateful that Dumbledore hadn't pressed on then, and had given him advance notice of Sirius' arrival.

Hermione had some thoughts on that too. "It's normal for Sirius to want to see you, but Dumbledore agreed to let Sirius go out?" She asked in surprise, "I'm not saying that Sirius should be locked up all the time—but what about his identity? We're looking for fugitives!"

"He could be a big dog!" said Ron. "No one would recognize him!"

"Oh, it's none other than an Auror," Hermione pointed out immediately. "Think of Tonks! Aurors are good at Transfiguration, and they've seen a lot of them—what if he's recognized?"

"The Screaming Shack is hardly ever visited." Ron found another reason, "except us, only Snape knows - and Snape wouldn't happen to be there that day, right? Besides, Dumbledore He will not be allowed to do anything."

Hermione bit her lip, clearly not fully convinced.Harry didn't want to see the two of them quarreling over it, so he interjected: "I'll wear the Invisibility Cloak. If someone does come, he can Apparate in it. Besides, the rumors haven't been so tight this year , isn't it?"

Now Hermione couldn't fault it.She paused for a moment and asked the other: "Is he going to bring any news?"

"Probably," said Harry uncertainly, "at least I hope so. He never makes it too clear in his letters, you know."

This made Ron fall into new thoughts. "I don't see what You-Know-Who's trying to do." He said in a tone of confusion mixed with concern. "Even compared to professors in other courses, he did a very good job. I mean, that doesn't make sense, right?"

But he didn't need to ask Harry and Hermione, because no one believed that the Dark Lord really wanted to be a teacher. "Irrational but normal," Harry muttered, rubbing between his brows as he sank into the armchair, "I don't know what he's thinking either."

Hermione watched them without commenting.After a while, Ron spoke again hesitantly: "...Maybe it's not bad?"

"What did you say?" The other two looked at him in surprise at the same time.

Ron looked a little nervous. "I mean, whatever You-Know-Who thinks, if—I mean if—he's going to stay at Hogwarts and do nothing else, that's not a bad thing—not a huge bad thing— —right? And the Death Eaters, it's okay to keep quiet: because if they commit new crimes, they're bound to be exposed?"

"You're running away," Hermione pointed out curtly. "You're afraid of actually fighting them."

"Maybe..." Ron was a little ashamed, but also a little unconvinced. "No one really wants war! If I ask you, the Death Eaters would be better off never to be seen again!" He raised his voice slightly. "Do you want to go through sixth year all over again, Hermione?"

All three remembered the disaster caused by the dementors.The wizarding world was in panic: the whole summer vacation was shrouded in the cloud of impending war, and no one had a smile on their faces; when Hogwarts started school, many students were late because parents did not want their children to leave them; The classmates who were injured or killed by the Dead Apostles are very painful, and they have become the focus of attention they don't want to be...

Harry didn't know how to judge Ron's thoughts, but he knew that was by no means an exception.

"...Of course not." Hermione replied weakly, "Whether it's chaos, fear, bloodshed, or death, they are never what I expect. I just..." She looked at Harry begging for help, "I just I think peace is not that easy."

Ron looked at Harry too, but Harry said nothing.After a while, he let himself down first. "Don't take it seriously," he rubbed his face hard, "I think I'm just dreaming. Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots, there's never such a good thing as a pie in the sky..."

There was a backlog of things in Harry's mind, more and more, more and more heavy.However, he didn't want anyone to know, including Voldemort.Perhaps that wasn't entirely a bad thing, since the intention to conceal himself was helpful in his Occlumency practice.

On the second Friday in October, Voldemort finally reluctantly affirmed Harry's academic achievements. "You're almost able to resist a basic level of Legilimency. Starting next week, we're going to try a silent spell. That means you have to resist an attack I don't know when, understand?"

Harry nodded.He was a little absent-minded, because he kept wondering if Voldemort had figured out what was on his mind and just kept quiet.

"That's all for today," said Voldemort again. "You can go back."

Harry stood up, hesitating.He was sure he didn't want to bring up Dumbledore or Sirius with Voldemort - that was something he had to deal with - but seriously, were they going to be so respectful to each other? "I..." He hesitated and opened his mouth.

"What about you?" Voldemort asked softly.He was still sitting behind the table, not moving.

This boosted Harry's courage to continue. "I thought we could talk about more than Occlumency," he said, meeting the other's gaze. "Something else?"

"Other?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of humor in his tone, "Do you want to talk about Transfiguration or Charms? Or Potions, which you have always had a headache for?"

Harry opened his eyes wide. "You definitely did it on purpose!" He suddenly realized, "You're actually teasing me!"

"If I say I am, what can you do to me?" Voldemort replied in a firm tone of "I know you can't do anything to me".

Harry started grinding his teeth, God damn Dark Lord!He strode around the table, and just about to say something, he felt his waist tighten and his body lighten, and then he was facing that handsome face.

...wait a minute, right?

Harry glanced down cautiously to make sure he wasn't hallucinating—he was sitting on Voldemort's lap; or rather, Voldemort had him in his lap. "You...I..." He stammered instantly, and the red tide crawled up his cheeks uncontrollably.

Voldemort seemed satisfied with what he saw. "Why?" He laughed lowly, "Don't you like this posture?"

[The river crab typed 353 characters, a kiss with hands and feet]

**

This day's tuition was almost half an hour late.When Harry left, he looked at his clothes again worriedly before he dared to go out.Voldemort watched him amusedly until the office door was fully shut.

As soon as they touched each other, they were both out of control; at this rate, they would soon have the most intimate physical relationship.

It wasn't that Voldemort was afraid of physical contact; Harry probably cared more than that.In fact, it was on his neglected list, along with so many others.What really bothered him was behind it, what the physical intimacy represented—

feeling.

Emotion is an elusive, cloudy thing to the Dark Lord.He does know they exist, and knows how to manipulate them subtly, but he's never felt that way himself, and considers it to his great advantage.

It was obvious that he was in love with someone, and just imagining it made him feel weak; let alone that person was his sworn enemy.He was no longer the god on high; he had fallen from the clouds and had the same weaknesses as the mortals he despised, no longer strong, no longer invulnerable.He couldn't continue to laugh at Harry, because he, like Harry, handed the blade that could hurt himself to the enemy...

Love is defect, love is death;

But is that really love?

He didn't know, he wasn't sure.But he could foresee that if he had done nothing and let Harry go, he would regret it terribly.Just as he couldn't resist Harry's attempt to try again, just as he couldn't control his desire to touch Harry deeper - he'd never wanted anyone more than Harry.

The first domino has fallen; no one knows where it will lead.only……

The fireplace flame turned green suddenly, and a folded note flew out of it.Voldemort pinched it, unfolded it, and saw that it was written in a thin, circled lettering:

"Would you like to have a drink with me at the Three Broomsticks this Saturday, Tom?"

The inscription is undoubtedly Dumbledore.

Voldemort threw it back into the fire, watching the note with a blank expression as it was reduced to ashes.It was Hogsmeade weekend for the students this Saturday, and Dumbledore had apparently discovered something.He couldn't say he didn't anticipate it—

Look, the second domino also fell.

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