[HP] Similar but different

Harry was set on fire with a bang. "'No one needs to know'?" he couldn't help but go back and ask. "What do you mean?"

"Literally," replied Voldemort, his face calm. "I don't see the need for it to be known. Dumbledore knows it's enough trouble."

If Harry's rage had been just a blip before, it was undoubtedly burning hotter now - "necessary" and "troublesome" made him even more angry. "So you see our relationship that way?" He couldn't hold back his voice, "It's not necessary? It's just trouble?"

"If you listen carefully, you will know that I am saying that there is no need for publicity," repeated Voldemort, finally pulling his eyes out of the dark potion. "As for trouble, Dumbledore is inevitable." Yes, but others should not at all."

"It's true that not many people know who you are now, but Sirius is not someone else who shouldn't be!" Harry retorted angrily, "He is my godfather and a friend of my parents!"

Voldemort almost sighed. "And that's the problem." He said in a deep voice, "You should understand that he knows it will be more difficult than Dumbledore knows."

Harry choked suddenly.He realized that Voldemort was avoiding mentioning the biggest conflict that existed between them, and it was difficult to conclude such conclusions from his point of view.This calmed him down a bit. "I know what you mean," he thought for a while, but his tone was still firm, "but I can't hide it from him forever...I can definitely think of a way."

Hearing this, Voldemort was silent for a moment, and then he really sighed. "Do you think Blake will believe you if you stick to your guns? To him, it must look more like I put an Imperius Curse on you or something."

Harry glared at him again. "And the best thing you can think of is to hide it?"

Whether to tell Sirius the truth hides a key contradiction behind it, and both of them know it.There was a moment of silence, with an indescribable tension floating in the air, and the occasional whistling of wind and snow outside was simply ear-piercing.

In the end it was Harry who broke the silence first. "I heard something at Malfoy Manor on Christmas Eve," he said, in a low, unnaturally dry voice, "a Death Eater said he was the first to arrive on Halloween 16 years ago. Near my house."

Voldemort's dangling hand trembled imperceptibly.He looked up to find Harry staring intently at the stone floor.

"I didn't mention this to anyone else." Harry said again, "After all, our goal is to catch Wormtail. Although I vaguely knew at that time, no matter what your initial motive was, you would never admit it, and you could Anticipating that capturing Wormtail would mean the most to me in setting Sirius free."

This was enough for Voldemort to guess what might follow. "Harry..." he tried to stop him.

But Harry had no intention of listening to Voldemort at all. "You have indeed denied it. But the facts are there," he said with a heavy tone, "I want to believe that you have considered what I want and created opportunities for me. I may be wishful thinking, or I may be pushing ahead, but I still I can't help but guess...is it a good time now, can you answer my question..." When he said this, he was still staring at the dusty and uneven stone surface, but his lips were already biting unconsciously. There were bloodstains: "If you knew all the prophecies at that time, would you still mark me?"

The second half of the sentence is obviously a euphemism for "Will you kill me?"There was another dead silence, and the tension intensified, as if even the wind had been scared away.

Sure enough, this day will always come, no matter sooner or later...

Voldemort took a deep breath, but he was sure he didn't make any movement that the boy would notice. "Honestly, Harry?" he asked softly, seeing the messy black hair bobbing a little. "I wouldn't choose anyone," he closed his eyes, and turned his eyes away when he opened them again, "but it doesn't mean that you and your parents will survive."

Not dying because of the prophecy does not mean not being killed, this unabashed answer kept Harry silent for a while. "It is indeed something you would do. Then," he forced himself to look up, and stared at Voldemort's face—the man with undeniable shadows under his eyes, his skin seemed paler than usual, but his expression remained as motionless as a city wall—"you Have you ever regretted it? Even just a little bit? Or just a flash?"

At first glance, this question sounds like a prayer, but it is actually more difficult to answer than the previous one.The stone house was so quiet that the sound of a needle falling could be heard.After a long time, Harry almost thought that Voldemort was just escaping, but the Dark Lord finally said, "I think you will think that regretting not listening to all the prophecies is pointless."

More than meaningless, they were talking about two different things... Harry nodded stiffly.So Voldemort really didn't repent... he looked like he was about to laugh, which was actually uglier than crying. "—and what about the crown?"

Voldemort stopped for the third time, longer than the previous two combined.He didn't look back until the candle crackled into a gigantic flickering flower, and he looked right into Harry's waiting eyes. "You must know?"

It wasn't really a question, and Harry could hear a vague looseness in it.He should have nodded immediately, but suddenly wondered if he was pushing Voldemort too hard. "I……"

"Forget it," interrupted Voldemort, speaking quickly as if urging himself, "I made a vow."

……oath?Unbreakable oath?

Harry blinked, and blinked again.The sadness and hesitation just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by curiosity.He really wanted to know what oath could make the soul complete again, but he opened his mouth, but didn't really say it—he could feel that he had touched some invisible boundary, and further questioning would only Backfired.

Voldemort didn't look at Harry any more, his eyes returned to the cauldron in front of him - when the two were talking, the potion had evaporated silently, leaving nothing behind; Like it was empty.

"I should have known that today was never a good day."

He mocked almost to himself, and waved his hand resentfully.After the wide robe sleeves fluttered and fell, the tabletop immediately became too clean, and everything including the cauldron and hourglass disappeared.

These words obviously have a deep reference, and Harry couldn't figure it out for the time being.But he could really put himself in the shoes of someone who interrupted and ruined the potion he had been working on day and night for almost seven days, and his reaction would never be calmer than Voldemort's - to be precise, he would be mad with anger. "I... I'm really sorry," he was so cramped for a moment that he didn't know how to put his hands and feet, "I didn't mean to... at this time..." The reason came out, and he himself felt powerless.

It's okay if you don't mention it, but if you mention Voldemort, you will get angry. "Could it be that you still plan to continue disturbing my rest?" His face was tightly tightened.

Too guilty, Harry immediately ran to the door.But it was too irresponsible to run away like this, he barely stopped before going out: "What kind of potion are you brewing?"

Voldemort easily guessed Harry's subtext. "The kind that far exceeds your potion capabilities," he said more and more angrily.

Harry was annoyed when he heard that. "I don't believe it!" Then he caught a glimpse of the Dark Lord's extremely skeptical expression, and complained dissatisfiedly: "I will help you next time!"

Voldemort snorted, and there was definitely disdain in it. "Are you going to help me?" He glanced intentionally or unintentionally at the place where the crucible was just placed, "It's not bad if it doesn't help."

Regardless of whether this remark was about the potion's ability or the timing of its appearance, Harry was even more unconvinced.When Voldemort turned around, he couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward, wrapping his arms around the opponent's shoulders from the bottom up.This was originally a uniform pose, but due to the height gap between the two of them, it was a bit like a half-hanging pose. "You can teach me!"

Voldemort staggered from the sudden force. "Don't make trouble," he went to break Harry's hand, really a little annoyed, "I didn't..."

I couldn't finish this sentence.Since Harry couldn't free his hands to prevent Voldemort from breaking free, he used his mouth—completely thoughtless, half biting the two fingers.

Both of them were shocked, and the atmosphere became subtle in an instant.Harry felt like throwing up as soon as he realized the movement was inappropriate.He leaned back, however, and realized that unless he let Voldemort go, or Voldemort pulled his hand back, he couldn't succeed.

"Still let go?"

"Well!"

Because of the obstruction in his mouth, Harry couldn't pronounce "no" correctly.Then he discovered that when he tried to speak, the tongue touched his fingers, almost like licking them.

As if to reinforce Harry's perception, the two fingers moved suddenly.Instead of leaving, he unceremoniously conquered in the mouth—stroking his gums to the bottom, forcing him to raise his tongue, and then curling it up——

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

Harry, who didn't dare to really bite down, couldn't resist this offensive at all.He felt like he was about to suffocate within two strokes: the saliva couldn't be swallowed, and the blood rushed up suddenly. He was defeated one after another in the double pinch attack, so he could only let go quickly and retreat.

Voldemort was able to turn around.As soon as he turned his head, he saw Harry coughing into his neck, his face flushed.For some reason, this made his rising anger vanish in an instant. "I let you go a long time ago." He pouted slightly, pulled out a white handkerchief from the air, and noticed that there were slight tooth marks on the base of his fingers when he wiped it.

To be honest, in normal times, he wouldn't waste a great opportunity to tease Harry - let's just say, he thinks he has at least a hundred ways to make Harry feel ashamed and want to crawl into the ground - but today he should are exceptions, both emotionally and physically.

"I'm assuming you need another good night," Voldemort said, when the sleepiness he had suppressed before had begun to move restlessly in his body, "it must be now."

Harry's choking cough hadn't fully recovered yet.But even so, he immediately denied it: "...I don't want it!"

Voldemort couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "Then what exactly do you want?" Although he asked, he already had a vague answer in his heart.We're not talking about potions anymore...

Harry managed to let it go, and leaned forward again.The half-step distance was hardly an obstacle, so he stretched out his hand to pull down the opponent's neck, and actively kissed those dry lips.The man's thin lips are usually cold, but he clearly knows that the fastest way to warm them up is not more than half a minute.

When the long kiss ended, Harry couldn't hold back his gasps.At the same time, he noticed with satisfaction that one arm was wrapped around his waist, and the other hand pressed possessively on his hip.This prompted him to drill deeper into the man's arms, and couldn't help but kiss the other's protruding Adam's apple, as well as the pale skin that was already slightly warm.

"I doubt that you did it on purpose," Voldemort said. His voice had changed into another deep voice, which contained something that made Harry's heart beat faster. "When I am most tired..."

"Is—is it?" Harry began slowly, the drawn-out syllable full of deliberation.Even through the robe, he could sense that both of their bodies had awakened. "I think you're pretty good... ah!"

Harry cried out in half-shock as their crotches were pressed together tightly.The close distance made the touch more vivid, he moved subconsciously, and then caught a faint gasp from the top of his head.

"Be honest, Harry," Voldemort warned, with a hint of danger in his words.

But Harry wasn't going to listen at all; even, he was more excited.He stood on tiptoe, leaned close to the earlobe of the other party, and said while blowing: "Do you still want to say good night now?"

This is definitely finding fault, and Voldemort can't help but laugh. "Why don't you answer me first, who the hell is narrow-minded and holding grudges now?"

He obviously didn't say that he was narrow-minded and vindictive in front of Voldemort, how was he found out... Harry let out a snort from his nose.He didn't have time to get to the bottom of it right now, he just wanted to continue down the collarbone; but before he went deep, a hand broke his face.

The two stared at each other in the distance where the breath intersected, without taking their eyes off.Harry could see the familiar red light flashing deep in the other's pupils, and he could also see that his own eyes were already covered with mist—

This situation seems familiar...

There were tears in those emerald green eyes, but Harry probably didn't realize it himself.And just for a split second, he had a vague urge to wipe away the glare of the water, or to give Harry a soft hug before telling Harry that he was cheating on him.

This is……? !

Harry rolled his eyes uncontrollably.When he came into contact with Voldemort, he always read more or less the thoughts of the other party; because the Dark Lord intentionally controlled his mind, he never got much valuable information; but now, he unexpectedly knew the the truth. "So you already..." He was so shocked that he almost lost his voice, completely unaware that the mist in his eyes had gathered into real tears.

Voldemort shuddered slightly at the realization of what had happened, and seemed to want to withdraw his hand; but Harry grabbed it with lightning speed - faster than he had ever caught the Snitch - and pressed it hard against himself. face.Maybe it was because of the seamless contact, or maybe it was because of the sudden drop of water, the sense of existence of the connection between the two became clearer and stronger in an instant——

The half-prophecy is deadly, but if it weren't for this, I might miss Harry forever...

It is unwise to be afraid of things that have not happened; let alone regret, a little bit and a flash are not allowed...

The tears were hot, but Harry shouldn't be showing weakness like this, especially not in front of the enemy... Or, more likely, I was in the wrong position, playing the wrong role; whoever else is more...

Harry wanted to hear more, but his body seemed to have received enough of the signal.Because by the time he realized it, he had already plunged into that embrace, clinging tightly to the man's tall and thin body—he could hardly restrain his sobs, and at the same time he had never been so sure—

"I love you."

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