[Comprehensive] Rejecting the Savior of Hogwarts

Harry was panting violently, he could almost feel his heart pounding against his ribs, but he knew it wasn't real.Looking around, there is still darkness all around, only the place where he is at the moment is still exuding a little cold light, the young man who finally broke free from the panic relaxed his tightly curled limbs, like a lifeless doll Lying softly in nothingness.He never knew that Horcruxes could have such a terrifying control effect, and he never expected that he would be so attached to Voldemort's magic power and consciousness, whether it was induced by someone maliciously or not.

What exactly to do now?Harry buried his face into his arms with a smack, just recalling the feeling at that time, he was extremely eager to plunge into the darkness around him, to seek, to absorb the warmth and comfort that made him willing to drown in it, boy It took all of his willpower to make sure he barely held back the crazy idea of ​​putting it into practice.

But how could this happen? The savior suddenly closed those bright and transparent lake-green eyes, feeling strange, disgusted, and even disgusted with the current self from the bottom of his heart.He didn't want to see his current appearance, it must be cowardly and weak, just like those homeless people lying beside the gutter.But you can't keep escaping, there is a small voice whispering in his heart, which is very clear and cold.Your friends are still held by Voldemort, the voice continued, they are all waiting for you, only you can save them, you must find a way to get out of here.

Yes, and his friends, Harry's tightly closed eyelids moved violently, as if he was suddenly struck by a lightning bolt, he could despise his own life at will, but he couldn't treat Ron, Hermione didn't care about their life or death, and now they were still in danger, how could she just be depressed like this?Feelings of self-reproach surged up, the savior looked down at his hands, they glowed with pearly white light like a ghost, but Harry knew that he was not dead yet, and as long as he was still alive, he The fight shouldn't stop.

"In this way, there should still be a long way to go. I think the problem is too simple..." Voldemort's voice sounded behind him, Harry turned his head hastily, and his eyes met the pair of With dark blood-colored eyes, the Demon King slowly approached him, and the movement of leaning over made the sense of oppression more obvious.Harry didn't have time to ask or justify, because two fingers had already lifted his jaw in an irresistible gesture, and there was no way to resist, the young man could only humiliately raise his head following this movement.

"Haven't given up yet, have you?" Voldemort sneered coldly, looking directly at Harry with sharp eyes and mockingly: "I thought you knew what it means to judge the situation, but now it seems that Gryffindor will probably never You won’t understand the meaning of these four words, even if you are my Horcrux.” The Demon King emphasized the latter phrase, and he seemed extremely keen to see Harry’s pain and struggle.

After a while to appreciate the young man's expression, the devil twitched the corner of his mouth and gave the savior a malicious smile: "I originally brought you good news, but since you still think so..." He didn't finish his sentence, Instead, he firmly grasped the boy's wrist, forced Harry to stand up, and then led him through the eternal night-like darkness of his consciousness.

"Where are you taking me?" They walked through the darkness for a long time, where Harry couldn't see anything around him, not even his own arm.The invisible panic washed over the savior's nerves like waves and tides, and he finally couldn't help but hold the guide's wrist instead, and the strength on his fingers became more and more intense, until it finally became a question on his lips.Harry didn't really expect an answer from Voldemort, he just couldn't bear the absolute darkness and silence around him.

"Go where you've always wanted to go, Potter." Harry heard a chuckle from the people around him, the tone was calm, but there was something that made Harry feel terrified.The boy wasn't sure whether his thoughts just now had been noticed by this person, but he was sensitively aware that some things that he was extremely unwilling to see were likely to happen in the near future.Harry wanted to test a few words, but he swallowed the words when they reached his lips. The savior had to admit that the gap between him and Voldemort in this respect was undoubtedly a world of difference, so he didn't really expect to be able to trick him. If there is any information that the devil does not want him to know, why bother to do any more useless work.

At the border of the darkness, Voldemort stopped, and Harry also stopped. He looked at the people next to him with confused sideways eyes. In the pure darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes gradually appeared. "What on earth do you mean..." It seemed that not only a question slipped from his lips, but also the strength of his whole body.Harry desperately opened his eyes wide, but the scene in front of him became more and more blurred. The ominous and strange red light was erratic and gradually formed a sea of ​​flames. His consciousness fell in this sea of ​​flames, and finally there was only one dark.

Voldemort didn't move, he just stood where he was, watching the black-haired and green-eyed boy fall silently, his figure was loose and blurred.Then he finally stretched out his hand, imprisoning the only pure soul in the endless darkness in the palm of his hand, and carved an even more indelible mark on it. "You belong to me, Harry, you have been marked earlier, haven't you?" The Demon King whispered to himself, every syllable he uttered was full of strong possessive desire, if it weren't for the particularity of this Horcrux, it would still have been marked. It made him a little apprehensive, afraid that he would really follow the thought that flashed to him for a moment, and directly integrate the boy's soul into his own consciousness.

When he woke up again, Harry felt as if he had been severely beaten, and every tissue in his body was throbbing unbearably.He took a deep breath unconsciously, forced himself to sit up from the bed, and when he saw his naked body in the dim light, the boy inevitably felt shy.

But wait, where is he now? !

A certain guess broke through the fog and appeared in Harry's mind. The savior ignored the shyness caused by sex, suppressed extreme anxiety and joy, and lowered his head to check his current body.Although pale, thin, and even covered with purple scars, there is no doubt that this is his former body. He is finally no longer just a soul living in the consciousness of the devil, and finally, he has returned to the world that seems to have been away for a long time.

Harry didn't know how Voldemort did it, but at this moment, probably for the first time in his life, he felt sincere gratitude to that person, but it didn't change anything, did it?Harry gritted his teeth, turned over and got off the bed, staggered and almost fell to his knees, but he managed to stand still.The savior looked around. The room he was in was very spacious, and the details of the decoration could also reflect the low-key luxury taste of his owner. This was not like the style of the Malfoy family, but in addition, Voldemort would Where is he placed?

But the current treatment is much better than he imagined, Harry couldn't help laughing wryly.He originally thought that he would wake up in... how should I put it, a place similar to a dungeon, no better than a clean and upright cell, but relatively speaking, this place is more like a normal room.Apart from the weird layout, the conditions may even be better than his dormitory at Hogwarts.

The reason why he is like this must be because of his identity. Of course, he is not the savior, but... Voldemort's only surviving Horcrux.Even though it was not the first time he knew this phrase, Harry still felt a convulsive pain in his heart. He thought that the Horcrux problem had been solved in the Forbidden Forest, but thinking about it now, perhaps, that was the real beginning.

"Exactly, my dear Harry, now you should understand why what happened before." Voldemort entered the room silently, although Harry had left his consciousness, he still seemed to be able to clearly grasp the The boy's thinking: "Of course, I was also wrong in that matter. I shouldn't have done something to my Horcrux before I figured out the situation."

Casually glanced at Harry's pale face because of his words, Voldemort thoughtfully changed the subject: "I assume you are satisfied with your new room?" Staring at it without blinking, Harry couldn't get the words out of his mouth.Satisfied, of course not, if he could get freedom in exchange, he would rather live back in the cramped closet of the Dursleys. In fact, compared to Voldemort, he would rather live with spiders than Voldemort.

The devil raised one eyebrow angrily, but tried not to let this look show on his expression. "You'd better stop having any dangerous thoughts, Harry, the Dark Lord's patience is limited, even for his last Horcrux." He paused for a moment, but decided to take a gentler approach: "Are you My Horcrux, Harry, is not a prisoner. I'm sorry I won't let you have too much freedom now, but as long as you can prove to me that you can be given more, then I will not be stingy."

Voldemort's slender, pale fingers gently touched the scar on Harry's forehead, which didn't make Harry feel pain, but evoked a familiar warmth.The feeling was so wonderful that Harry involuntarily wanted to pursue and follow, but at the last moment, the boy restrained his movements with all his will.