Doomed to be an enemy

Harry hadn't slept so soundly in a long time.

He had a dream.

In the dream, I was flying, riding my beloved Firebolt across large fields and hillsides.The sky was blue and washed, and he rushed into the sky almost carefree, racing against the wind.The speed of the Firebolt was very fast, and suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him. The black robe was like a soft black mist, and his teeth and claws were waving. In those scarlet eyes, the expression was unclear.

Harry was taken aback. It was too fast. He turned the handle of the broom quickly, but he still bumped into it.They fell into the clouds together, which seemed faster and more exciting than a Firebolt, and Harry hurried to get his wand - they would break their necks - but Voldemort stopped him, turning into black smoke and taking him at a faster pace. The speed flies to the distance.

Really fast.Everything around him was twisted into unknown lines, Harry was held tightly by his slender hands, and there was a throbbing sound in his chest next to his ears, hitting his eardrums, a thought flashed through Harry's mind , It turned out that the Dark Lord's arms were actually warm.

Someone's low laughter echoed in his ears, the dream faded away, and Harry opened his eyes.

For a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between dream and reality.Until the light of the torch appeared in his eyes, and he found himself leaning against a strong chest, with hands wrapped around his waist, and he was sitting on the man's lap.The body temperature of each other cut off the cold air outside, and the fire had already been extinguished, making a hissing sound.His exhaled breath was full of white mist.

The laughter in his ears became real, and Harry was a little dazed.

"Harry, Harry." The cold lips touched the pinna slightly, and the exhaled breath pierced into the earhole like a snake, and the slight itchiness made the skin there turn red little by little, "You Where do you want me to take you?" Voldemort's pleasant, soft voice sounded slowly.

These words rushed into his mind like thunder, blowing Harry completely awake.He sat up suddenly, and the other party let go of the tightened arms in a kind manner, and only slapped them on his waist. "You, you—!" Harry glared at Voldemort's still smiling face, "You're spying on my brain again."

"That's a pretty serious accusation." Voldemort raised his eyebrows slyly, "I'm just curious about what kind of dream you're having."

"Does that make a difference?" Harry's cheeks were flushed with anger and sleep.His lips quivered in anger.

Voldemort thought for a minute with a smirk, and said lazily, "As far as the result is concerned, it seems to be the same. You haven't answered my question yet."

Harry stared into his scarlet eyes, and there seemed to be a smile in them. He had never seen Voldemort smile like this. Every muscle, every part of his face seemed to express pleasure.Is it that funny?Harry pursed his lips and said angrily.

"It's not what you think." He explained bluntly, "You know, I like to fly. Can't the way of flying you created make me curious?"

"Okay, of course." Voldemort calmed the irritated Harry in a timely manner, "Then, in order to prevent you from falling into a deep sleep and being invaded by him, I'll monitor that connection for you, or spy on something because of it, do you need me to apologize?" He said it very jokingly, and he didn't apologize at all.

Harry froze, his anger gradually subsiding.He suddenly realized that in front of this soul film, he seemed to have broken free from certain constraints, and was more inclined to his original self.It was very dangerous, and very stupid, he told himself, and Voldemort watched those lively emerald eyes settle down, a wall, or something, to hide everything behind them.

"No, maybe that was my mistake."

Damn Occlumency.

The scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and a bloodthirsty light glides through them.

Harry looked at the clock, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.Not long ago, the exhaustion that seemed to be going to sleep for three days and three nights seemed to have disappeared, and he felt more energetic than ever.

"Now is it time to go to the next step, I mean, use that connection," said Harry.He wanted to get off Voldemort's lap, but the latter tightened his arms, "Don't move, it will work better." Voldemort ordered, "You have to get closer to me."

He reached out to touch the scar on Harry's forehead with his fingertips, and the warm skin seemed to make it itchy.Harry raised his head, but the other party lowered his head in response, his scarlet eyes sinking into a piece of emerald green, and vice versa.They are too close.A trace of doubt suddenly flashed in Harry's mind. If Voldemort regained his sanity because he took back most of his soul, then why is this soul piece able to do so?Was he really just afraid of returning to the hands of the main soul when he worked so hard to help himself?

Voldemort clearly saw the suspicious trajectory, and he smiled lightly. "Close your eyes, I'll strengthen it, you should be able to sense it."

Harry wanted to nod, but they were too close, and they could touch each other's lips as long as they moved closer... He had no choice but to close his eyes, he could clearly feel the cold power of the soul slice entering his mind, and he carefully He used Occlumency to protect everything he wanted to protect, until the power swam for a moment, and suddenly rushed into a new field with the consciousness that enveloped him.

It felt as if it had crossed directly from the tropics to the arctic, the power of the Soul Piece concentrated into an imperceptible strand, and Harry subconsciously brought it into his consciousness - just as it had done before.Harry had no intention of prying into the mind of the other party. He came here for negotiation and had to show sincerity.

So he unscrupulously spread out a sunny lawn in the cold, and sat on it, waiting for the arrival of the other party.

"Potter...?"

Voldemort's vigilance was so fast that Harry could feel everything in the other person's mind go dormant, obviously using Occlumency as well.

This series of actions can be said to be as swift as a storm.

This made Harry a little amused.He poked hard at the piece of soul in his mind, imitating his tone, "You don't need to be so defensive, I have no malicious intentions this time."

Voldemort was silent for a long time, Harry could only vaguely feel that the other party seemed to be dealing with some external matter.

Well, a sudden visit could be very rude, Harry thought unapologetically.

"So, boy, what do you want to do? Huh?" Voldemort actually had a good temper and didn't care about it. Harry felt that Merlin must have not shaved today.

"I think you should have received the news." Harry answered irrelevantly, "About Hogwarts."

"Potter, where did you get your confidence? Huh? I admit that you have made some progress recently, and you can finally let me take a look at you, but you want to negotiate with me..." Voldemort mocked coldly in his haughty voice.

The unfinished words wiped out Harry's feeling of relief just now.

It would be too embarrassing if the heart was held tightly in his hands... Harry tried his best to ignore the fact that the other party was Rahel, and said in a calm, business-like tone: "In a sense, you That's right. I don't have anything to offer you in exchange, but it's mutually beneficial, isn't it? You and I both graduated from Hogwarts, do you really want her to be involved in the war?"

"Do you think I'll give up my future in the wizarding world?" Voldemort sneered, "Also, you're wrong, I'm the only one who graduated."

"If they like your organization, they will definitely join after graduation. If they don't like it, you can force them to bow their heads. Isn't it a hidden danger in the future?" Harry only felt that the pressure from the other party was great, and he hardly felt it. Gained confidence, "You have also seen the current state of the wizarding world. The economy is depressed and people are in panic. Do you want Hogwarts to become like this? In fact, she already has signs of this."

Voldemort fell silent.Harry waited in torment, he didn't know if the other party had left.

Harry once saw the appearance of each other in Dumbledore's memory. Both of them were orphans. Hogwarts is probably a place he will never forget in his life. Harry guessed that there were not many Death Eaters in Hogwarts. at this point. Subconsciously, Voldemort didn't want Hogwarts to be any different.Or just because it was assigned to the territory, I thought no one would dare to commit it.

If the Dark Lord was still as crazy as he was, he wouldn't bother.Harry knew that the other party had recovered the Horcrux and regained his sanity.This is the root cause of his idea.

"When the panic is too much, they will just leave you. Voldemort, do you want such a wizarding world?" Time passed by, and Harry felt his heart sinking more and more.He said these words tiredly and almost powerlessly, laughing at his own stupidity from the bottom of his heart, all his fragility was covered up by his calm appearance.But he couldn't give up. Harry never wanted what he saw today to happen again.

"Don't you want to know why the Order of the Phoenix can grow and even survive to this day?"

"Resisting you is not the only reason. Because when every person we help shows heartfelt gratitude, it makes us feel that all the efforts and even casualties are worthwhile. I believe everyone in the Order of the Phoenix thinks so. "Harry said calmly, "Don't you think your Death Eaters are too notorious? Help Hogwarts, you can get everyone's gratitude, I can't think of why you would refuse."

"I promise……"

"Is there any difference between joining your camp at the age of 11 and joining at the age of 17? Or—" Harry stopped suddenly... He was stunned for a full minute before he realized it.

"What did you say?"

Voldemort said impatiently: "Can't you understand English anymore? It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, how long are you going to stay in my mind? I said, I agree to sit down and talk to you about it. Tomorrow morning My owl will go to Hogwarts to find you, if you know what a letter is, I don't want to receive a childish letter."

Harry felt he was wrong, Voldemort's temper was more violent than ever today.

But the happiness from the heart made him work hard to maintain his image, "Okay, I'm sorry." It sounded like a smile, as if it was completely insincere.

Harry groaned secretly, and quickly exited the Dark Lord's brain - before the other party repented in anger.

Of course, he hasn't forgotten about Occlumency either.Harry was still smiling when he opened his eyes.Happier than ever.

"Harry..." Hun Pian in front of him opened his scarlet eyes in a daze, and called him almost in a whisper.

"Huh?" Harry raised his head subconsciously, his lips almost brushed against each other.He leaned back quickly with his upper body, embarrassment flashed across his emerald green eyes.

"I mean, what's the matter?"

There was no smile on Voldemort's face, and he stared at Harry quietly: "Why didn't you tell him that you have the locket? I think this is a wonderful bargaining chip. You didn't intend to give it to him anyway. Even if you changed it I have already learned the Imprisonment Curse, and now I am not a threat to you. Isn't it?"

Harry's smile faded slowly.The wall that made Voldemort angry rose again in the emerald green eyes.

"I said it would make him stronger. I'm not stupid."

"Harry..." Voldemort tightened his arms, which brought them closer again.The look in his eyes made Harry a little uneasy, and he subconsciously refused: "You..." "Remember, I helped you many times. I think it's time to ask for something in return, Harry..."

Alarm bells were ringing in Harry's mind, and his muscles tensed for a moment.

"what do you want?"

The tall wizard approached his ear and said something, Harry was a little dazed: "It's just this?" There was some doubt in his emerald green eyes. Voldemort's lips faintly touched his cheek, which made Harry itch. "Yes, boy." "Okay, okay..." Harry backed away a little, and his lips touched the other's cheek, landing on the same cold lips.

Harry couldn't kiss, he just sucked on his lips.Very childish.

Then, he felt a hand pressing down on the back of his head, and this erotic kiss became extremely intense. Voldemort didn't allow him to escape, he pushed the tip of his tongue against his jaw almost forcefully, teasing his shriveled tongue, the exhausted kiss made the tip of Harry's tongue tingle, Voldemort was much more experienced than him, originally Harry, who didn't feel anything, couldn't help his body getting hot, and he responded tentatively, only in exchange for a hotter and deeper kiss.The man plundered the air and body fluid in his mouth, and even wanted to swallow him.

Harry found it hard to breathe, and a shudder ran up his spine as the tip of his tongue slid provocatively across his sensitive mouth.Almost as if his strength had been sucked out, Harry fell limp in the arms that the man had expected - the arm holding him was unexpectedly strong.

His heart was beating fast, beads of sweat were seeping out of his skin, and Harry felt his face was so hot that he could fry an egg.

He was a little overwhelmed.When the man was not satisfied with kissing and moved down the lips, the cold breath slid over the hot skin, and the tip of tongue and lips kissed every inch, lingering on the boy's fragile neck.Harry refused in a panic: "Wait, this is different from what we agreed—"

Voldemort bit his throat threateningly, hard.Harry felt the pain, the tingling... He opened his mouth, unable to speak.Biting his red and swollen lip, Harry pressed the wand in his hand against the opponent's throat. The silent threat made Voldemort pause, the pain disappeared, and his soft tongue soothed the bitten red skin. "Let go of me." Harry's tone trembled.His breathing was unsteady, and so was the other person.

After a long silence, Voldemort's pale fingertips parted the tip of his wand, and before Harry could protest, he took him into his arms.

The almost unbearable body clamored for lust, intense lust. "Harry, give me a body..."

He promised in a softer voice, "I'm willing to give you everything... including... the whole world." They hugged each other, and Harry couldn't see Voldemort's darkened, almost terribly hot desire.

"You know that's impossible..."

As he spoke, he just felt the other party's cold breath brushing against the back of his neck, and whispered: "I will not be like him, I will give you the best. Because you are Merlin's most precious gift to me."

Does he know?

Harry felt a coldness in his heart, and subconsciously said, "I don't know what you're talking about." "...You feel very uncomfortable when he said that, don't you?" Voldemort let go of him slightly, and in his scarlet eyes, was With unprecedented seriousness, he provoked the boy's tight jaw and forced him to look at himself, "I can feel that feeling too. We were one at that time."

Harry wanted to laugh a little: "Are you pitying me? After killing my parents."

"No. Harry, you are worthy of my...preciousness." Voldemort pondered his words, holding the boy's face with his fingertips, "I know, you don't like Death Eaters torturing Muggles, I can try to restrain them, don't you Like war, we can solve it through peaceful means, I will not think of killing you, and neither will you. Those you are not good at, I can help you finish... People you care about will not die, you can continue to fight Go to Hogwarts, and I can even teach you magic myself. Wouldn't it be better if we made the wizarding world stronger together?"

For a split second, Harry was almost seduced.

This was indeed the sane Dark Lord he'd hoped to see.But he quickly came back to his senses: "Your power is based on the support of pure blood, you can't make them change." Harry said sharply, his emerald green eyes were unusually calm, "You are his Soul Piece, you are one person after all. Whatever he does, you will probably do the same."