Doomed to be an enemy

In Voldemort Manor, the morning mist hadn't dissipated, and the air seemed very humid.Harry huddled under the soft and warm quilt, unwilling to get up, although his biological clock had woken him up at 06:30 on time.

And more and more awake, he could hear the crisp birdsong in the manor, as well as the approaching footsteps. "Breakfast is ready, Mr. Potter, please come to the dining room for dinner after waking up." A man's voice said, and Harry knew it was Mr. Lawrence, Voldemort's butler.Then he heard his guard reply, "Thanks, we'll let Mr. Potter know."

Then, there was a sound of walking in the corridor, and then it was quiet again.Harry was used to this kind of plot - it happened every time he came to spend the night at Voldemort Manor.To be honest, Harry was a little surprised that Voldemort really didn't build a secret passage like Hogwarts in the manor, which always made him regret.

Harry blinked his emerald green eyes, and only sat up when he realized that he was really not sleepy at all.The incompletely healed wound on his back was still aching, but the potion Voldemort gave was quite effective. Harry always felt that it had other effects besides healing the wound, maybe it could also remove the scar?That's what Harry thought as he washed up.

When he put on his robe and walked out of the room, he said to the two guards who had worked hard for half the night: "Go and rest first, I will go to the restaurant alone." Compared with the embarrassment at the beginning, Harry has now adapted It was Alastor Moody who insisted on being guarded at night - well.

"Yes, Mr. Potter."

Voldemort was reading the morning paper when Harry came to the dining room.He has already had breakfast. "Any news?" Harry caught a glimpse of a German newspaper as he sat next to Voldemort.

Thanks to those rebel wizards this year, Voldemort has almost taught him German, French, and Italian. Learning these three languages ​​at the same time, oh, coupled with tense battles and meetings, is really a disaster. The sexual process—Harry didn't want to recall Voldemort's rare sternness at all, it was so hard for him to teach him so hard, in just a few months, Harry thought.

"It's still the same, those wizards in custody are still doing well. Good morning, my boy." Voldemort put down the newspaper, his tone was slightly smiling, "How did you sleep last night?" He stretched out his hand as he said Lai slipped in from the side of the boy's robe, and stroked the newly formed wound on the back along the smooth skin——

Harry's muscles tensed up, and the itching made him move uncomfortably, and he whispered, "Don't touch there, it's almost healed." "Alright then." Voldemort withdrew his hand slowly, Well behaved.

It's like this again... Harry couldn't understand Voldemort's "gentlemanly demeanor" now, and he slammed a piece of baked potato into his mouth.The deliciously marinated barbecue on the plate did not make him feel better.

"Voldemort—"

Harry decided he needed to have an honest talk with the man.He took a quick look around, it was fine, there was no one in the restaurant.Then those emerald green eyes looked to the side, suddenly dumbfounded. Voldemort raised the corners of his lips and stared lazily at the boy, with a playful smile in his black eyes.

"I'm listening," he said slowly.

Harry felt his courage fading, and it was gone before he could speak.He poked the deflated Gryffindor spirit in his heart, a little discouraged: "When will we get married?"

Voldemort wasn't surprised, that was probably the most euphemistic way to say a boy, but it was close. "The result of the negotiation between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix should be next month, on your birthday." He said softly, reaching out his fingertips to touch the boy's cheek, "Be patient, my boy, only It's been a month."

"Only one month left?" Harry repeated the sentence, realizing something, "You've been... just waiting for our wedding all year?" Harry felt a little incredulous. Voldemort pursed his lips and said reluctantly:

"I've heard that's not auspicious when you're engaged."

Harry laughed a little annoyed, was the Dark Lord ever so superstitious?He thought it was because of the various battle plans and negotiations that people didn't have the energy to pay attention to them-he was like this himself.Harry took a deep breath and told himself repeatedly not to care about the old antiques, especially the old antiques who were dozens of years old and could still believe in prophecies.

"Is it too late for me to repent now?" Harry muttered.

Voldemort raised his eyebrows, the boy was getting more and more unruly now. "Obviously not." There was a smile on his handsome face that made Harry a little creepy. "Aren't you going to the Ministry of Magic today?" Harry coughed and changed the subject.

"I need to go there in the afternoon. The duel arena has been rebuilt, and these imprisoned wizards are finally of some use." Voldemort chuckled, and let the subdued boy go.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, the disposition of these participants after the rebellion was quelled was crucial, and he had no doubt that Voldemort would execute them—or some of them—in a fit of rage.

But the Dark Lord obviously didn’t want to take advantage of these people. He used these imprisoned wizards to build public facilities, and this move won the support of almost all British wizards, which consolidated the status of Death Eaters and appeased the wizarding circles in Germany, France, and Italy. The people...he did a lot better than Harry had imagined.

Suddenly, the soft touch on the lips brought Harry back to his senses, and Voldemort gently sucked and kissed the boy's petal-like lips, tasting it lightly. "Little boy, if you look at me like this again, I won't be able to wait until the day we get married." His fingertips traced the boy's lips, and his voice was as soft as a whisper.

"I don't think so." Harry stared at the man's well-shaped lips, resisting the temptation to be so close, and said slowly, "Isn't the Dark Lord omnipotent?" He said, reaching into the man's mouth In the robes - this made Voldemort gasp slightly.

"Be patient, there is only one month left, MyLord."

Harry blinked, pulled back his hand and put down the napkin, and smiled brightly at the man who raised his eyebrows: "My injury is almost done, I'll go back today."

To his tradition!Harry packed the two robes rather neatly, deciding to leave Voldemort to himself for the next month. "Ron was right, there should be a final orgy before the wedding..." Harry muttered.

However, he was doomed to be disappointed.After returning to LeMay Manor, Harry was immediately dragged in front of a pile of drawings by several elders. "Harry, see which one you like," said Remus Lupine, who pushed Harry into a seat, and the latter couldn't help saying, "These seem to be manors for sale at the Ministry of Magic."

"We wanted to buy you a 'Potter Manor'." Alastor Moody played with his wand, his tone clear, "but it looks like someone is trying to save you money, so Harry, pick your favorite , don't mind the price. The Ministry of Magic gave you a [-]% discount - after they heard that the owner of the house wanted to sign your name."

"I don't know who said it. We wanted to surprise you." Lupine explained.

"It's a good thing, Remus." Alastor Moody's magic eye wandered, and the other good eye blinked at Harry.A smile appeared on the Auror's scarred face, "Don't say you want to give them such a large amount of money, it wasn't the same amount last year."

Harry was a little dumbfounded for a moment, feeling warm and touched in his heart, but hesitation flashed in his emerald green eyes: "But these are not cheap, there can be several Golden Light No. 1." "Oh, come on, Harry, We can't let you get married with nothing." Remus Lupine smiled mildly, "Don't forget that your gold mine is still in the funds of the Order of the Phoenix."

Harry found himself at a loss for reason to retort: ​​"But—"

"Several." A voice came from the hall, and Noldo ushered in three wizards: "The employees of the Ministry of Magic House Records are here to pick up the selected blueprints."

Among them was a well-dressed wizard: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Potter. I'm Hidorn Obi, the supervisor of the housing record office. I'm here to pick up the blueprint you selected." Hiddorn's With a polite and respectful tone, Harry stood up, "Uh...I..." When he was a little embarrassed, Moody calmly took one out of it and handed it to him.

Harry took it subconsciously: "Yes, just this one."

Hidorn Obi took it with a smile and glanced at it. "You have a good eye." His tone gradually became smoother, "This is the best of these manors, and of course, it also quite sets off your identity."

"If there is nothing else, we will take the blueprint back. This manor, after we transfer it to your name, we will send you the key and the magic contract." The two wizards beside Hidorn came over to clean up the blueprints on the table. , Then, Hidorn bowed slightly, "Then, good day, everyone."

After Noldo saw off the employees of the Ministry of Magic, Harry looked at Alastor Moody, who said calmly:

"It's a manor in the southeast of England. I heard that the scenery is good, and it's not too far from London."

Harry was still a little uncomfortable with such a strong offer, like he was taking advantage of the guy... he mused to himself.When discussing the wedding venue, since the manor Harry had just bought hadn't been repaired yet, the Order of the Phoenix couldn't come up with any reason to refute Mrs. Weber's request to hold it at Voldemort Manor.

"We should have done this earlier." Remus Lupine said helplessly.

Hermione didn't think it was worth arguing: "The engagement has already taken place here in the Order of the Phoenix, so of course it's the Death Eaters' turn to get married. To be honest, I don't know what kind of wedding can be planned there." Looking forward to it."

Harry said: "I heard that the money sent by the Order of the Phoenix was rejected." "I heard?" Ron spread his hands and said, "Brother, I think you can ask the mysterious man directly." "I don't want to. Harry sighed, which instead made the two friends curious.

"Did he annoy you?"

Ron's eyes lit up, "Actually, Harry, it's still too late for you to regret your marriage. I just said that the mysterious man is not a good choice."