[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

If death is not just the end, this story should have an uneven follow-up.

In the middle of the auditorium, Voldemort opened his blood-red vertical pupils incredulously at the moment when he was hit by the green light that turned back like the god of death. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't have time.The darkness swept over and overwhelmed his consciousness. In the end, he only saw the pair of lake-green pupils on the opposite side gradually dimming, and together with the background of the whole world, they were buried in a gray-like paleness of eternity.

Then what happened, he didn't know, but he was vaguely aware that he stayed in this completely closed and dark place. He didn't know if there was still air circulating, but anyway, there was no trace of people staying in a place for a long, long time.It wasn't until he was almost unaware of his own existence, and he couldn't reproduce the slightest emotion of joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and even if he was not conscious, he would have thought that he had turned into invisible air, that he finally heard it. A voice like the sounds of heaven sounded in my ears.

The voice was a little cold, but with a magnetism and a little imperceptible smile, he asked slowly: "It's different from what I expected. You don't seem to be happy. Why?"

Happy, trapped in this ghostly place for so long without life or death, should he still feel happy?This is really the funniest joke of this century, no, or the next century. Voldemort really wanted to sneer to express his disdain, but he found that he no longer knew how to sneer.It was no longer the shadow-like form when he was lurking in Albania back then, but it was even worse than that. He finally had to admit that there was really nothing left of him except this ray of consciousness.

"I thought you've stayed here long enough, haven't you realized that this is the eternal life you once dreamed of." The emotion in that voice became extremely strong in an instant, like a sigh, like a sigh, even It seems to have a little love and pity.

Yes, that's right, it's love and pity, but how can anyone in this world, how dare someone put this kind of emotion on him, in the shadows, Voldemort struggled to open his eyes, but he couldn't.It's just that he is conscious, and he is so stupid that there are still eyes to open.Someone who hasn't realized that he's been in this world all along, better than he could have ever imagined, that it's only awareness that's sunk in darkness.Then he began to react to the second half of what the person said just now, and he couldn't believe what he heard. Are you kidding me, is this the eternal life that he has been pursuing for eternity and is unwilling to let go?That was something that made him more uncomfortable than killing him.

The black-haired boy was sleeping naked* in the shadows, his delicate side face was perfectly like a sculpture, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the frequency gradually accelerated, as if to herald that his master was about to wake up from his deep sleep.And in his consciousness, Voldemort finally responded to that voice, his voice was hoarse as if rusted iron plates were rubbing against each other, even if it was just trying to spit out a word, it was so difficult: "No, this is by no means This is not what I am looking for." His voice was so firm that it seemed to be enough to move the other party, so the voice in the void sighed softly: "If that's the case, I will prove it myself , this time, use your own eyes to see clearly what exactly you want."

Doubts flashed across his mind, but he didn't have time to ask.There was a sudden brightness in front of his eyes. The bright sunlight stimulated him to open his eyes, but forced him to close them even faster. Big tears rolled down involuntarily from his eyes that hadn't seen the light for a long time. He looked up. He raised his pale arms to shield himself from the dazzling sunlight.So, in just such an instant of effort, did he regain his real desire?

Surprised, but not ecstatic.His consciousness has been spent in the dark for too long, so that he still can't produce any overly intense emotions, whether it's anger, joy, sadness or anything else, nothing at all.This is also an uncomfortable thing. The black-haired boy tilted his head and looked at his current body in the small shadow cast by his arm. In a sense, he was even younger than himself. Time is perfect.

This body is both familiar and unfamiliar to him. Although it has accompanied him for countless days and nights in that distant past, it has already been labeled as never seeing again when he made a choice. The Tom Riddle who belonged to boyhood should not belong to Voldemort.But what was the meaning of the last sentence that the voice left him?What is 'this time'? Could it be the last time? Was that so-called last time his previous life? He had been entangled with a black-haired and green-eyed kid for more than ten years, and finally fell Life under the death curse issued by oneself?

He unexpectedly found that he didn't seem to have any excessive hatred for Potter, but instead had an inexplicable emotion. He couldn't identify anything else, but he could only feel that it seemed to be mixed with traces of regret. .Now he suddenly began to wonder what happened in the last life of his previous life. The lake green eyes that were gradually darkening were just hallucinations he saw before he died, or it was really the savior who met the whole world behind him. What emergencies?

There was wind, stroking his tender skin with the utmost lingering tenderness, circling around him reluctantly, as if reminiscing about the perfect touch of that pale skin.Suddenly feeling a little cold, he lowered his head in a daze, and it took him a while to realize that he was sleeping all the time.

Anyway, there were no other people here, so he wasn't ashamed of it, it was just that the coolness that pierced through the skin and pierced into the bone marrow made him feel that he should wear some clothes.However, before his wish was fulfilled, an uninvited guest broke into a place he should not have arrived. The owner of the lake green eyes he was still thinking about just now seemed to appear out of thin air, and suddenly stood there. Opposite him, the eyes that met his gaze were filled with clearly visible surprise.

"Uh, why are you here...I mean, are you okay?" Harry is obviously not a person who can talk, and in fact, not every Potter is a master of seduction like Harry's father , the grasp of the topic can be said to be extremely good. If you really want to count it, it is normal to talk nonsense or something?

Voldemort frowned deeply without realizing it. He almost stared at the neatly dressed green-eyed boy opposite him, and adjusted his posture intentionally or unintentionally to slightly cover important parts of his body: "Look at me now Does it look good?" The tone of this sentence was sarcasm and dissatisfaction, which is definitely a standard Slytherin tone, but the purebred Gryffindor lion with green eyes on the opposite side did not hear the tone Instead of sarcasm, he looked him up and down, and nodded seriously: "I think it's very good, much better than your previous appearance."

Harry's honesty perfectly made Voldemort's breath stuck in his throat, and he stretched out a finger tremblingly and nodded at Harry: "Don't think I won't touch you again, Potter, you can't be too serious. Arrogant." The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Harry was choked by this sentence, he said very wrongly that he had absolutely no trace of irony mixed in it just now, on the contrary, he felt very seriously good.Not to mention this handsome face that is so angry that people complain, even if you just change an ordinary public face, it is much better than that snake-like flat face, isn't it?

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Harry's nerves finally got on the correct circuit. He looked away slightly awkwardly, took off his relatively loose sports coat and handed it over with one hand. "Well, you put this on first. After all, I don't have any extra clothes. I tried it just now, and I can't use magic here." Knowing that the savior has no need to lie to him now, Voldemort took it without much hesitation. He took off the coat and quickly wrapped it around his body.In fact, the savior doesn't need to explain so much, even if he thinks about it with his toes, he should know that he can't pounce on the savior and strip him naked... and then put his clothes on himself, right?

Well, if you think about it carefully, it seems that it is not impossible?Voldemort smiled maliciously, brushed his fingers lightly on his chin, his eyes slowly dropped, and scanned the Savior from top to bottom for a week, then lowered his eyes and asked softly: "What happened later, why did you Will it appear here?" The ordinary question made Harry's expression change, and he lowered his head slowly.There was a little sadness and sadness in the lake green eyes, and there was a more profound and indescribable complex emotion. The savior's face was even paler than him in that instant.

"Actually, nothing happened. You died and I was buried with you. It's as simple as that." Harry said lightly, his tone really not serious at all, but every word and every word poked into Voldemort's heart. "What do you mean, it's because of the Horcruxes... so those people you trusted finally attacked you?" Voldemort's sharp blade-like eyes were locked on Harry, not at all. Ken relaxed, but the black-haired, green-eyed teenager just shook his head. "No, it's not anyone else, it's me... I just suddenly discovered something." Having said this, the boy paused for a short while, took a deep breath, closed his eyes heavily, and then sped up his speech. He continued to speak quickly, as if he would not have the courage to speak out if he slowed down a bit.

"Because I suddenly feel that you are very important to me. There is no reason. It's just very important. It's so important that I can't bear you to die alone. Maybe...I'm in love with you." In the ear of the person on the opposite side, it was as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt. The black-haired, black-eyed, handsome young man blinked blankly, feeling that his entire world view was about to collapse: "You... …What did you say?"