[HP] Similar but different

On a humid night, two children dressed as pumpkins waddled across the square.The glass of the store was covered with paper spiders, and there was a dummy dressed as a witch outside the door; there was a wind blowing, and the candles above the dummy's head flickered on and off, a kind of hypocrisy and horror...

Voldemort had realized he was dreaming.

A boy looked under the hood of his cloak, fear momentarily cast over his painted face, turned and ran away...his hand grasped his wand under his robes...if he moved a little, the boy would never return I won't be with my mother anymore... But it's not necessary, it's not necessary at all...

He floated in the dark night.Such occasions often bring forth a sense of purpose, power, and rightness in him; above all, of course, victory...  

Whether it was the picture or the psychology, the details of each frame were as clear as yesterday, and Voldemort was a little terrified.He didn't want to go down that darker path again, but he couldn't wake up.

A house appears at the end of the path.He approached quietly, making a sound softer than falling snowflakes...Through the window, he saw clouds of colored smoke floating in the living room, the black-haired little boy in blue pajamas giggled and waved his small fists to catch them, And the tall man wearing glasses is watching his son from the side...

There was no need to continue the dream, Voldemort knew what was going on behind him.He wanted to stop himself, but his body couldn't move at all, and his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could only watch everything repeat itself——

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light from the spell filled the narrow hall, and James Potter fell like a puppet on a broken string...

So easy, James left his wand in the living room...Lily was screaming upstairs...she had no way out, but if she had sense, she knew she had nothing to fear...he climbed the stairs, It made me want to laugh at the sound of her moving chairs and boxes... She didn't have a wand either... How foolish, how credulous, to think you could entrust your safety to someone else...

He knocked open the door, waved his magic wand lazily, and threw aside the hastily piled things behind the door... She stood in the room, and as soon as she saw him, she put the baby in her arms into the cradle behind her, And with open arms...

"No." Voldemort groaned, finally able to speak.Think of the James standing between his daughter and Gomuleth... Although it was the goblin who helped the Isolts in the end, the ending was almost the same... "Stop," he said again, but he Still trapped in a nightmare, completely powerless.

Lily desperately begged for Harry's mercy, wanted to replace Harry, but he began to lose patience.A green light flashed across the room, and she fell too.Harry hadn't been crying: he was standing in the cradle, looking up at the intruder with interested eyes...

The kid doesn't know anything...

He pointed his wand to the boy's forehead meticulously, as if in some ritual.Harry was his only, unexplained danger; he had to destroy it, he had to see it happen...Harry burst into tears, probably finally understanding his murderous intent...and he could never stand crying ...

"Avada Kedavra!"

Terrible pain struck Voldemort at the same time: if history could not be changed in dreams, he hoped with all his heart that this was the last moment.However, things backfired——

He shattered, he died...

Death... the pain was so terrible...he no longer had a body, he couldn't lift his wand...but if he lost his body, why did it still hurt so much; if he died, why did he feel unbearable, the pain Wouldn't it disappear with death...

"No..." Voldemort groaned again.He's stuck in a past he can't get out of, wallowing in memories of his greatest failures.

He was the one who made Harry the only, unexplained danger... He killed Harry, but he was Harry...

The pain of death is not the most terrible and unbearable, but the pain caused by repairing the broken self is... like a broken muscle, like a broken intestine... He once thought that the worst thing in the world Nothing is better than death, but the superimposed death is obviously worse than his imagination... Or, paying for what he did is the real source of all his pain...

"... Voldemort? Tom?"

It seemed that there was a voice coming from a distant place, and the anxiety in it was obvious, "It's okay, wake up, you'll be fine..."

Voldemort finally managed to lift his eyelids.The vision was blurred, and the first thing to become clear was a pair of worried emerald eyes.He blinked, realizing that it belonged to the same person as the crying eyes in the dream, and was momentarily dazed.

"You're finally awake," Harry said half relieved, "did you have a nightmare?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away.He stood up and saw the boy sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, still wearing his nightgown. "Did I wake you up?"

Harry paused, shaking his head. "I've woken up a long time ago, and it's already dawn." He admitted with some embarrassment, "but I want to wait until you wake up before leaving."

This reminded Voldemort of last night.He was too mentally exhausted to maintain the thought barrier so that Harry could see those dark thoughts; and of course he couldn't have pushed Harry back after that "I love you". "I'm fine," he said, wondering if the boy had seen his dream. "What did I just say?"

"You've been saying no, stop or something," Harry said, his expression worried again. "You look miserable... are you really all right?"

Voldemort closed his eyes and pressed his forehead again. "It's okay," he reassured, "Maybe it's because I haven't rested for too long and I have a headache."

It only made Harry think of potions that fell short. "I'll do it for you next time." He said, not loudly, but firmly.

Voldemort could easily see that Harry had made up his mind. "Let's talk about it later." He was noncommittal, "What time is it now?"

"Uh, about nine o'clock in the morning?" Harry was not sure, because there was no clock or other timekeeping device in the stone house.If he hadn't just gone out to watch, he wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between day and night.

At this time... Voldemort suddenly thought of something. "Does anyone know that you left school last night?"

"…no one knows," Harry replied, still sitting still.

Voldemort was a little surprised to see him react so calmly. "I didn't know Hogwarts could hang out any night now." When he said "stay out any night", his tone rose.

Harry could hear the teasing lurking in it. "What do you think I stayed for?" He said in disgust, but his eyes were fixed on the black-haired man.

Voldemort also stared steadily at Harry.After a while, he suddenly smiled. "Come here." He held out his right hand.

Harry stood up in response, but didn't grab the hand.He kept their eyes on each other, pulling away the baggy nightgown with one hand.The thin black fabric quickly slipped under his feet, but neither of them noticed it—he stood there naked, naked except for his underwear.

[Here, the river crab deletes the word xxxx, and the two of them fucked up]

When Harry woke up again, his bones were limp and hickeys all over his body. When he got up, he felt that his waist was about to break.But before he got out of bed, he was stopped by the horizontal stab, and fell back into his original embrace.

"Where do you want to go?" Voldemort asked, his voice languid.

Harry had never heard the Dark Lord speak in such a tone before, half of his body froze immediately. "Back to school," he replied with force, and found that his voice was almost hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. "Is it night now? If I don't go back, Ron and Hermione will..."

Voldemort, however, did not see this as a problem. "Oh," he replied casually, "I told Dumbledore, and they probably won't try to dig for you."

"What?!" Harry barely reacted and almost jumped out of bed, "You told Dumbledore?"

"What are you thinking?" Voldemort asked funnyly, "Have you forgotten your lessons?"

Harry calmed down a little.Then it occurred to him that even if Voldemort claimed it was tutoring, Dumbledore might not have been unable to guess it.In addition, it's fine if you don't return home for one night, two days... no one is stupid enough to believe that it's Occlumency tutoring, right? "If I had known, I would have..." He covered his face almost in despair.

Voldemort laughed even more. "Let me paraphrase you," he imitated Harry's tone perfectly, "you can't hide it from them all your life."

Harry immediately turned his head and glared at Voldemort. "It's one thing not to hide it, but another thing to do something obvious!" Of course he has to introduce his lover to his friends, but the intimate things they did are definitely not included!

Voldemort actually laughed out loud. "As long as you don't tell them, they won't know." He paused, then added, "Even if you did, they might not believe it."

Uh, it seems so?As soon as Harry thought about it, he noticed the purple and purple on his body. "Aren't these traces obvious enough?" He couldn't hold back his rebuttal.

"It's just a spell." Voldemort said lightly.

Harry was surprised to find that with the words, the hickey on his body disappeared in an instant. "You just..." The Dark Lord is so easy to talk?

In fact, Voldemort certainly wasn't so eloquent. "In that case," he leaned closer to Harry's earlobe, and licked it while blowing, "doesn't matter a few more times?"

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.How many times? "You..." Didn't you already do it twice today, if he remembers correctly?

Voldemort laughed again, his chest shaking. "Indeed," he said, "but you also have to admit that the rare opportunity must be seized."

Nonsense, there will be a long time to come... Harry couldn't help thinking, but his mouth was tightly gagged with his lips and tongue, and he didn't have a chance to say it.

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Note, the content of Voldemort's dream comes from Chapter No.17 of the seventh part of the original book, with some changes [However, I think no one should care about this...