[HP] Similar but different

"Stop talking nonsense." Voldemort waved his hand irritably, without looking back.

"Of course I do!" Harry replied emphatically.

As soon as the two sentences answered at the same time landed, the parties concerned stared at each other.Harry was pissed that what he had expected had happened. "I knew it!" He took another step towards Voldemort—the distance between the two of them was quite close now. "Do you still dare to deny that you just want to leave me?"

But Voldemort didn't answer.He seemed more shocked by Harry's previous admission than this. "What the hell is going on these days?" He stared at Harry in disbelief. "I'm sure you didn't think so a week ago."

"Are you sure? Are you admitting in disguise that you deliberately provoked me?" Harry became angrier, and he read the hidden meaning. "No matter why you canceled the tutoring, you just want to scare me off by acting like a jerk?"

Voldemort frowned, wondering if it was because of the description "bastard". "That's not the case." He denied it flatly, and at the same time put away the previous shock, "Why don't you consider the possibility that what I said is true?"

"Give me your hand, and then you say it again?" Harry's rhetorical question came very quickly. "Or shall we try my proposal now?"

...kiss Harry if he finds out he's lying?

Voldemort's thin lips were drawn together, as if to gauge the likelihood that Harry would actually commit to action.In the end he probably came up with an affirmative answer, because he did sigh. "In that case, let's talk about it." He stood up and walked over to the fireplace, his back to Harry. "You may think you're doing the right thing, but I'd say it's irrational for you to be here today, Harry."

"You..." Harry wanted to retort reflexively, but he held back in a pinch.He had time, he could listen to what Voldemort had to say first.The idea of ​​the portrait is probably the same as his, because they all follow Voldemort's eyes. "Why?"

"Because I do know what you think," said Voldemort, with the calm tone of an objective statement. "There is no wizard in this world who outperforms me in Legilimency, and you should know that well. And let me add, Even without mentioning Legilimency, I can always accurately judge the thoughts of most people."

This Harry already knew. "Then?"

"It means that, though I do not approve of what you are doing, I know why you are here," Voldemort continued, "and why you have developed certain inappropriate feelings."

Untimely affection... Harry's heart beat uncomfortably, but he resisted the urge to retort again. "Tell me?"

This time Voldemort paused for a moment before starting. "Let's start with my resurrection. At first things were right, as I expected. But soon, I knew that there were people in the world who could speak Parseltongue besides me. It's a rare gift, Harry. , especially if your ancestors never displayed a similar talent."

"So you blocked me in Little Whinging," said Harry.

Voldemort nodded. "I thought it was just a few simple confirmations, but I got a lot more than I expected - I didn't know that the diary was destroyed by you with the basilisk fangs; there is probably something wrong with my resurrection with your blood; and , you have a sense of my thoughts."

Harry figured this could be skipped, after all it turned out they both knew.

Fortunately, Voldemort had no intention of testing Harry's patience. "If there is a lurking danger ahead, of course I will destroy it as soon as possible." He continued, his voice softened, "However, when there is too close blood and soul connection between you and me, who are we?" Neither can kill the other. It's a terrible standoff, Harry."

Harry felt he had to make his point. "It's not a terrible stalemate," he objected. "You think that because you believe in that prophecy."

Voldemort cast a quick glance back at Harry, then back again. "That's right, the prophecy." His tone was lighter, "When I got the second half of the prophecy, I decided to find out what you call a powerful force before proceeding to the next step."

Harry couldn't get any useful information out of that fleeting glance. "Did you find it?" he asked hopelessly.

Voldemort did not answer. "You have to notice that the key point in this matter is that I have to hide. If I still follow the previous practice, I will not be able to make a smooth comeback."

"So?" Harry was vaguely aware of the words underneath, but he couldn't catch them accurately for the time being.

"That means the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters can't do much," said Voldemort again, his tone suddenly grim. "A lot of impressive things."

Harry understood the reference, and his eyes widened in disbelief. "You only use 'impressive' to describe what you and your men have done?" he couldn't help shouting. "That's downright criminal!"

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort was not provoked.To be precise, the Dark Lord didn't react at all. "You see, you still understand." His tone was steady and unchanged, "If you lived in my time, you would not be confused by illusions, and then have the current illusion."

...Illusion?confuse?illusion?

Harry still wanted to continue the previous topic, but he was stunned when he heard the words, and it took a long time to recover. "...This is your definition of this matter?" He became more and more unbelievable, "You really think so?"

"It doesn't matter what I think, what matters is that I'm right, Harry." Voldemort asked coldly, "Can you deny it, Harry?"

Falling in love with the Dark Lord during the White Terror... Harry shivered just thinking about it.

Voldemort seemed to be able to see Harry's reaction even with his back turned. "You see, I did hit the spot. Now do you understand? Maybe you did fall in love with someone, but it was more likely some kind of phantom that didn't really exist."

After this conclusion, the silence in the room was almost overwhelming.In a direction that neither of them paid attention to, the portrait's brows were knotted.

"Are you saying I'm in love with the way you acted, not the real you?" When Harry opened his mouth to speak, he realized that he was biting his lower lip desperately, his hands and feet were cold, and his heart was twitching unnaturally .

"Almost." Voldemort shrugged slightly.

"But I don't think so." Harry said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain deep in his chest.

Voldemort sighed again. "I have reason to ask you to trust me in this matter, Harry, I know who I am better than you." He finally turned around and faced Harry, "You don't have to care about what I did, and Why did I do that. Of course I have my reasons, and you probably don't want to hear those reasons at all."

"Is this a manifesto to do something bad?" Harry glared at him immediately.

Voldemort was almost amused. "I still need something like a declaration? I thought the name of the Dark Lord was enough." Seeing that Harry still didn't move, he added: "I told you what I want, purpose, power, Right, victory. Now that it turns out that I can't get them from you, there is no need to continue everything that was created for it. We can return to the simplest hostile relationship, which is good for you and me."

Harry's rage was rising, reaching breaking point.How dare Voldemort say that?As if everything between them—so much—had never happened?

But just before they all gushed out, he suddenly realized that his current reactions were probably still in Voldemort's hands.Voldemort was still inducing him to make a certain choice, but in a more subtle way than before.

"If you want me to say, all you want to say is one sentence." He said dryly.

"What?" Voldemort half-raised his eyebrows, slightly curious.

"You don't believe that I'm in love with you," said Harry sadly, his heart throbbing again, and he wasn't sure if it was him, Voldemort, or both, "Exactly, you don't believe Anyone can fall in love with you."

Voldemort's calm expression froze. "If you said that to Dumbledore, he'd tell you that I never believed that love was my greatest weakness," he said sarcastically.

This is almost equivalent to the default. "You don't believe you're in love with anyone, either," Harry confirmed further. "You think you only need affection that's available to you."

"I'm glad we've finally made it clear." Voldemort's facial muscles had finally regained the function of a smirk.He looked Harry up and down. "Where's the Portkey, Harry?"

This is clearly a eviction order.Harry could hear it, but he stuffed the silver ring into his pocket. "You were the one talking about it just now, isn't it my turn now?"

Voldemort's eyes followed Harry's movements, without insisting on his point. "random."

"Do you remember this day, 16 years ago?" Harry asked, eyes fixed on the Dark Lord for a moment.

Voldemort froze for a moment. "Of course." He nodded noncommittally.

Although the moment seemed so short that it never happened, Harry didn't miss it. "According to what you just said, you have never changed since then?"

"Oh, maybe I haven't changed since I was born." Voldemort replied in a nonchalant tone.

Harry stared at him, and suddenly drew his holly wand, pointing the tip straight at Voldemort's chest.

Voldemort was slightly surprised, but not much really surprised. "That's right," he praised Harry, and there was even satisfaction in his tone, "you quickly understood what I expected of you. But," he changed the subject, "I assume you remember that neither of us can kill the other now ?”

"Can't kill, but can hurt, right?" said Harry firmly, still staring at Voldemort. "Get out your wand."

But Voldemort didn't move. "Stop bluffing, Harry." He sighed for the third time tonight, much more helplessly than the previous two. "With all due respect, you have no talent for torturing, let alone in this situation."

"But you can!" Harry yelled suddenly, "Take out your wand, torture me, and prove to me that you are still the Dark Lord 16 years ago and have never changed!"

"You..." Voldemort was really surprised.He expected that Harry might not believe him, but he hadn't expected Harry to act in such an unbelievable way. "Don't be kidding, Harry."

"Why do you think I'm joking?" Harry asked back, "Didn't you just say that no matter what bad things you do, the name of the Dark Lord is enough?"

"But you have to think about it, what good is it to me to torture you?" Voldemort asked back, "Do you remember that we have the same blood running through our bodies? Why should I hurt myself?"

Harry soon realized that he was too special for this approach to work.If he continued to press, Voldemort would probably admit that someone else would actually do it.

But Harry didn't want that outcome.Voldemort had never bothered to hide that he was a villain, but he wanted Voldemort to face the exact opposite, if only a little bit.

"Okay," he wiped his face with his empty left hand, "then I want to say, you misjudged me."

"Oh?" said Voldemort, raising his eyebrows, with teeth-crashing jokes, "that's a new thing."

Harry tried to tell himself that if all he could do was yell at this moment, there might be no chance of redemption. "You always feel that everyone's thoughts can't escape your eyes, but you are wrong."

"Perhaps there are indeed people who can hide it from me," said Voldemort, with an unpredictable expression on his face, "but I don't think you will be among them."

Normally, Harry would have attributed this to Voldemort's mocking of his Occlumency, but now was not the time to pursue that. "The example you just used to say that I was delusional is actually not the case at all."

Voldemort clicked his tongue. "Some things don't need to wait until they actually happen, just like the sun rises in the east every day."

"Really?" Harry demanded. "You think we're supposed to be enemies, anyway?"

Voldemort seemed about to roll his eyes. "You see, Harry—" he draws his voice, as if using all his patience, "although the half-prophecy made me take a risk I shouldn't have taken, I have no intention of denying what happened. And From what you've just mentioned, you'll never forget either, will you?"

Harry really couldn't deny that. "But many things in the world are not black and white."

Not expecting Harry to say that at all, Voldemort froze for another moment. "I'm glad you remember Diorama's words," he replied dryly, "but I'm afraid it doesn't apply now."

"It's up to you whether it's suitable or not!" Harry was really annoyed, he couldn't bear it anymore, "You said you know yourself better than me, but I want to say that I know myself better than you! You don't believe that It's love, and I believe it!

"You blame everything on your lurking, but didn't I know that you were a fearsome black devil at the beginning? Of course I know, maybe no one knows better than me! Be careful and don't fall into your trap Trap, not only others, I myself have reminded myself how many times!

"Actually, that's what I tell myself to this day. But even adding that to stop you from making mistakes doesn't explain my recent behavior—I want you to look at me, I want you to talk to me, I Afraid that one day you will leave Hogwarts and I will never find you again!"

Harry's voice was close to a roar at the end, and the silence in the room was audible.Voldemort, as if stunned by what he heard, looked straight at Harry and said softly, "Maybe you want to hear me say 'I'm sorry about this, I didn't mean to'?"

"I believe you didn't do it on purpose, because you, like me, never expected things to turn out like this!" Harry was furious, "But unexpectedness is not a reason to deny its existence!"

Voldemort's lips tightened.He turned his face to the side and his eyes fell on a certain point of nothingness. "Touching words," he said, trying to sound flat to mask the great shock inside him, and he did, "you almost succeeded in making me really want to apologize - letting you know too soon that you were My Horcruxes were indeed my fault; your sense of responsibility, or guilt, for this prevented you from finding a possible girlfriend."

Harry had to admit that Voldemort was right about that last sentence, but he just pretended he didn't hear it - it made as little sense as just Voldemort's assumption that he lived in a previous time, because everything had already happened and none of them could change the past. "You just want to say you're sorry?" He squeezed the words out through clenched teeth, and the tip of the holly stick uncontrollably burst into a series of dazzling sparks.

Voldemort looked at the wand, which was still pointed at him. "I thought you'd always wanted to hear this."

"Not now, and not now!" Harry yelled.He lunged forward, forcing Voldemort back with his wand, which was emitting more sparks, until it was against the wall not far away. "You knew it!"

Voldemort's black robes were punctured by sparks, but he didn't care. "You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?" He looked at Harry who was pressing every step of the way, and he was full of understanding, "Keep going, Harry, so that you can..."

"Do you dare to say go back and try again?" Harry interrupted Voldemort abruptly.He stared intently at that handsome but ruthless face, and was so desperate that he couldn't breathe for a moment.He thought he was fully prepared, but the Dark Lord proved to be more stubborn than he thought; he desperately needed some certainty, and if words were weak, then there was only…

When the holly wand fell to the ground, it had been taken by Harry on tiptoe.His aim was the thin lips, but they backed away like a startled bird.

"Don't be really stupid, Harry." Voldemort wanted to warn, but as soon as he spoke, he found that his tone was like ripples on the surface of the water, and he had lost his previous stability.

Harry clearly noticed this too, because his hands were already around the back of Voldemort's neck. "If you don't want me," he stood on tiptoe a little higher, bringing their noses to each other's, feeling almost assured for no reason, "then push me away."

Although Voldemort tried his best to control himself, Harry still read some familiar conflicting thoughts from his fingertips.

Avoiding contact means cowardly acquiescence; and if you do touch, you can't completely block the soul connection...

Bad timing, I should have left Hogwarts long ago...

Damn, why on earth did it become like this again...and boy can you stop talking in my face?As if I'm not swayed enough...

"Really?" Harry couldn't hold back his voice, he was really surprised, "Then why can you avoid it?"

Voldemort hated to admit it, but he couldn't deny it any longer. "Are you a Slytherin?" he asked dryly.

"Of course I'm Gryffindor." Harry replied, letting his lips touch the other's lips intentionally or unintentionally, "The kind that thinks of something and wants to do it... have you seen it?"

Voldemort didn't ask Harry what he was telling him to see, because he had already seen it through the two-way link—a dim, flickering light, with scarlet eyes, a storm of kisses; The waist and buttocks in control; the cold cruising fingers, the fiery pleasure, the ultimate moment of climbing to the top...

The only sound in the room was the occasional crackling of the firewood, but now the breathing became heavy, like some kind of compelling drumbeat.

"You see, no matter what you say, you can't really say no to me." Harry half-cocked Voldemort's head - so that he could speak next to the other's ear - and his tone couldn't be less than triumphant, " I knew you still had a reaction to me." His fingers eagerly and randomly wandered over the pale neck skin, especially interested in stroking the ups and downs of his Adam's apple, "You will not allow anyone else to do this, only Me, right?"

Voldemort said nothing.But Harry knew the other's answer: not only their touching bodies exposed their thoughts to each other at this moment, but also their gasps that were increasingly full of desire.He rubbed it impatiently, briefly distanced himself, and looked for those thin lips again——

This time he succeeded.

He not only got a hot deep kiss that satisfied him, but also something more: the imagination in his dream came true; I have to say that the real fingers are indeed much better than the illusory fantasy, and they are so ecstatic than expected.He tried hard to suppress his voice, but in the end he couldn't hold it back, and let out a high-pitched and joyful groan.

For a few seconds after this, Harry's mind went blank, unable to think about anything.He didn't know that he hugged Voldemort tightly, buried his head in the other's arms to calm his too fast breathing, and didn't know that Voldemort's hand was so light when it was on his side, but the posture was already very much like a real hug. .

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Hope not to be locked, Amen~

ps, the portrait means that you are blind and can’t see, so you sneak away →_→