Doomed to be an enemy

"What's wrong?" Harry forced himself to remain calm.

"If I remember correctly, you came here on a special trip to find me—although I don't know why you always choose to disturb people." Voldemort gathered his robe casually, his scarlet eyes looked indifferent, "Boy, you let me There is an illusion." The man's casual tone was mocking, "It's as if you are in love with me."

"I didn't." Harry replied quickly.

Voldemort slowly approached the latter's stiff body as he did on the day of the duel.As elegant and cold as a snake, the suspicion in his eyes seemed to be trying to carve out an answer from this body, "Really?" "I thought, you didn't understand that." Harry raised his wand, emerald green eyes There was a thick warning flashed inside.

"I guess it's Dumbledore's instilling ideas into you." Voldemort sneered, and pushed the tip of his wand away with his slender fingers, "You don't need that kind of fragile feelings, but it doesn't mean that the Dark Lord doesn't understand. The old you didn't Be so quiet, little boy." He approached maliciously, "What makes you hesitate? Ah, yes, maybe you have a crush on another person. What's his name—"

"enough!"

Harry became annoyed, and there seemed to be a cluster of flames burning in his emerald green eyes: "You are a bastard!"

"Thank you for the compliment." Voldemort laughed, and the red blood vessels on the flat snake's face twisted even more. "Do you know why there is Rachel?" With a strong ironic voice pierced into the cochlea, "I just want to test whether my reason can bear a group of Muggles. And you, it's just an accident I thought it would take a little work, but I didn't expect it to be the same as the boys I seduced before, and to be honest, it's kind of boring."

Harry gritted his teeth, and suddenly showed a smile: "Then, why would you keep a boring thing given to you by a boring prey, and even carry it with you?" He was not shocked by the other party's previous sarcasm Sad, but instead looked straight into those scarlet eyes, staring closely: "Why did you save me at Hogwarts? When I went to Malfoy Manor, why didn't you kill me when I had such a good opportunity?" Me? Huh?"

He had had enough of this confusing feeling.I've had enough of this feeling of anticipation.Fed up with the feeling of guilt that is almost always tense in the bottom of my heart.

Enemies should look like enemies.

Harry spoke out the doubts in his heart in one breath, his emerald green eyes were as cold as emeralds under the firelight, and he slowly approached: "Just now in the lake, why didn't you try harder? Don't tell me you did Not!" Voldemort's smile disappeared, "Why should I tell you?"

With the tip of the cold wand pressed against the man's throat, Harry showed a warm smile: "Perhaps, you prefer Veritaserum."

Damn forbidden magic! Voldemort thought bitterly, his tone became lighter:

"I can understand that you are threatening me, little boy?"

"Thanks for the compliment," Harry shot back.

Something seemed to flash in the Dark Lord's scarlet eyes, like a trace of imperceptible anger, he was silent for a long time, and slowly pursed his thin lips: "I don't know."

"What?" Harry was taken aback.

"I said I-didn't-know!" Voldemort seemed to get angry all of a sudden, and he could see that he was trying to restrain himself, and hissed in a low voice, "Damn it, maybe you are indeed so attractive Power! But the Dark Lord's tolerance has a bottom line—now! Take your wand away!" Harry followed his advice slowly, watching him gradually return to a deadpan expression with almost calm eyes "Actually, I don't have Veritaserum here."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes. "You're squandering your reputation. Boy, it's no good for you to piss me off." He moved closer, touching Harry's cheek with his pale, slender fingers—just like before, Only this time it's different.The cold temperature made Harry, who was always burned by the magic power, feel extremely nostalgic. Centering on the touched place, the effect was slowly spreading throughout his body.On the contrary, Voldemort quickly withdrew his fingers as if he had been bitten.

Harry blinked regretfully: "Your argument doesn't work here."

"So, are you trying to seduce me by turning yourself into a Veela?" Voldemort smiled contemptuously and meaningfully.This made Harry almost choke: "I don't think I'm similar to them, or are you already so old and dizzy?"

Both pairs of eyes showed suspicion and contempt at the same time.They stared at each other for a moment, and Harry suddenly said, "Wait, so I'm not the only one who has feelings?" He couldn't help but reach out to touch the man's cheek, and Voldemort stepped back suddenly, so that Harry only touched the man's cheek. His jaw—the coldness was fleeting.

"Potter!" Voldemort said in a low voice with irritation.

This made Harry a little confused, it was just more comfortable, did he need to be so angry?The Gryffindor's curiosity got the better of him, and he felt that there was no better opportunity to learn about this subject than now.You see, apparitions other than the designer's are not allowed in the enchanted room, and there is no Floo magic in the fireplace... Harry gave an interesting smile: "You don't look very good, but I don't think that's bad."

"Don't come near me."

He approached slowly on purpose, and this time Voldemort held out his bone-colored wand, looking slightly nervous in disgust.

Harry's smile faded slowly.The obvious disgust on the other's face made him a little sad.He suddenly lost interest in asking for answers.And the exhaustion from running all night surged up at this time, "I have to go." He said.

In those emerald green eyes, there was a familiar tiredness and firmness, as well as a disturbing sense of relief.

Voldemort felt that something was out of his control, or it had never been planned.An inexplicable uneasiness melted into his heartbeat, stronger than ever—Voldemort examined the sudden feeling in his heart, and let Harry's back gradually drift away.

With a low curse, he said suddenly, "Potter—"

Harry's hand rested on the doorknob, and in his gaze half turned around, the abnormally intense emotions of tonight were gone. The inside was as empty as Occlumency, and the emerald green luster was just like its original color. Just as cold. Voldemort suddenly had a vague intuition, without any evidence - if he just let the other party go, then he might never see this boy who impulsively ran to his healing place again.

Faced with the reluctance that emerged at this time in frustration, he moved his lips: "Come here."

Harry hesitated for a moment, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and his gaze fell on the pale finger of the Dark Lord stroking his bone-colored wand: "What's the matter?"

"What you expect."

Voldemort pursed his lips, and with a wave of his wand, the door that opened a little gap closed instantly.Harry heard the sound of a lock buckle—this made him a little stunned, the strength of the Dark Lord within the range of the Forbidden Magic Circle was obviously unexpected.As if before he knew it, Voldemort had walked up to him impatiently.Harry's back foot bumped against the door, and the other hand raised his hand to pinch his chin—those thin, pale fingers were unexpectedly strong: "Voldemort—"

Harry's voice was a little weak because of the coolness surging from his skin. The man was tall, at least a head taller than Harry, which was quite oppressive when pulling in the distance. Harry's emerald green eyes showed shock and excitement. Dazed, gradually, he felt the cold breath of the other party brushing his cheek forcefully.Their breaths were sweetly intertwined, until the cool lips touched his, and the almost dizzy coolness dispelled the rushing heat in the veins——

Harry's spine was numb, the tip of Voldemort's tongue was pressed into his mouth, and the sweet breath poured into his body with a coolness, extinguishing the temperature of the magic power, but igniting an even more unbearable spark——Harry couldn't help but lift up. His arms hugged the opponent's body tightly, his fingertips sank into the soft robe, and he responded almost eagerly.

Voldemort's flat snake face was close at hand, but Harry didn't care at the moment.His heart was beating so fast, his breath was rushing like he was out of oxygen, his arms were around the man's neck, and Voldemort was slowly hugging him back.Suddenly, Harry's emerald green eyes widened—

The boy's young body and the man fit so well, the lower abdomen pressed against each other through the clothes - the man's hard place, or the place that was hard earlier in the morning, proclaimed his existence, gently rubbing his thighs, Voldemort hugged Harry's hair Soft waist, the kiss became intense and eager.

Compared to the passion and provocation when he was Rahel, Voldemort's kiss was more powerful, the cold magic wrapped around his skin, and the man pressed him against the door.Not to be outdone, Harry kissed back, the almost jerky provocation aroused Voldemort's desire, and he was not satisfied with a kiss at first.The lips and tongue moved down the skin, leaving traces of coldness, mixed with the ambiguous warm air, turning into a kind of shivering.The slender and cold fingers penetrated into his sweater and shirt, and walked on the smooth skin, faintly visible, sometimes light and sometimes heavy-their magic powers were entangled, one side was cold and silent, while the other was hot and restless, as if Naturally complementary.

Harry's skin convulsed and tightened, his cold fingers almost danced on his nerves, and a series of sparks converged downwards. Voldemort sucked and kissed his collarbone, shoulder socket - he silently used magic to tear off the obstructing clothes.The fingertips brushed the side of the waist, slid up the ribs and then touched the chest——

Harry gasped, almost dazzled by the sparks sparked by the magical touch, but the air was still too cold to be warmed by the fire, and his mind was suddenly awakened from lust——

This is not right.

In the explosion of desire, Harry raised his head and tried to stay awake. Voldemort's disgust just now was not fake. This made Harry soberly aware that the other party could touch and pet the boy named Winchester, but he hated his own. Getting closer... This thought slipped through my mind like a Cruciatus Curse, and my heart suddenly ached. Voldemort kissed the side of his neck, and Harry's chest touched the other's cold and silky robes—this made him realize that the other was still fully clothed, and Voldemort's fingers were gently but wantonly kneading his chest... thus The joy of birth only made Harry feel more suffocated and embarrassed.

The cold hand slid down the spine, as if trying to reach into his pants—Harry closed his eyes, and bit his tongue fiercely, the sharp pain rushed from his mouth to his brain, and the rusty smell behind his numb tongue Filling his mouth, Harry almost used all his willpower to let go of his arms, and put them tremblingly on the other's thin shoulders.

You have to push him away... he screamed a warning to himself in his head.Just when Harry took a few deep breaths and wanted to do this, Voldemort suddenly stopped with a soft snort, and then he grabbed his fingers and sank into the skin like an awl, Harry was stunned to feel that he was trembling, even the hardness in his lower abdomen It is also gradually softening. "Voldemort?" The skin under the palm was as tight as a stone, a icy breath slid over his shoulder and neck, and Harry felt the other man open his mouth and bite down hard.

"What are you doing!" Harry gasped, his tongue hurt and he couldn't speak very well.

But Voldemort was obviously silent, or he was too painful to speak.This scene was unexpected, and he didn't expect it to happen at this time—Voldemort hugged the body in his arms almost forcefully, then took a staggering step back, opened the door of the room, and slammed Harry Throwing it out-the latter only had time to see the blood vessels on his face twisted horribly, and the door not far away slammed shut.

When Harry fell to the ground, he was caught by an invisible soft air cushion, and months of dust were kicked up, and he choked and coughed, but he couldn't care less. "Voldemort!? Open the door for me!" Harry patted the door angrily and worriedly. He took out his wand and used the unlocking spell several times but failed to open the spell—the door was obviously enchanted—maybe Silencing spell.Unless he blew up the door, which Harry doubted would work, if the Dark Lord made up his mind not to let him in.

Obviously these Slytherins have a virtue and don't want to be seen in a mess.With a low curse, Harry hastily repaired his torn clothes with a spell, and took a step back. He knew it was risky, apparating to places protected by the spell, especially inside the magic circle.But something was very wrong with Voldemort just now, and Harry was trying to figure out the point of Apparating, golden runic halos spread in the air, and suddenly, he disappeared.

The room was not at all as peaceful as if you couldn't hear a sound outside the door.

The violent fluctuations in magic power caused the anti-magic runes on the wall to work hard, and the brilliant golden light looked like a beautiful cage.When Harry emerged from the air, Voldemort was leaning against the door - as if pushing him out with all his strength just now, his pale arms were grabbing the blanket on the ground by his side, his eyes closed His head was slightly tilted to one side, and the bright red veins on his side face were glowing ominously, making Harry feel the disgusting magical aura emanating from it, cold and tyrannical... just like the feeling that Voldemort gave him in the past.

Harry gripped his wand tightly: "Is this a curse? What's wrong with you?!"

He approached cautiously, knowing that they had a duel not long ago.Harry had never seen such a weak Dark Lord.The flat snake face was pale without a trace of blood, and the scarlet eyes barely opened, and Harry's strange and familiar gaze surged in it, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Cruel and cold killing intent, Voldemort panted, stubbornly trying to raise his hand holding the wand, he closed his eyes, and burst out a word from his teeth——

"roll!"

It wasn't as imposing as he'd imagined, in fact it was faintly like a moan.

The current Dark Lord is very dangerous, and the alarm bells sounded in Harry's mind, but he moved his legs uncontrollably and walked to the opponent's side - Voldemort tensed the muscles in his arms several times, and it was obvious that he was trying to restrain himself Throw a curse on yourself.This made Harry's heart faintly touched, he ran to kneel beside him without hesitation, and held Voldemort's shoulders, the latter trembled for a moment because of the wonderful feeling they had touched each other,

"Is there any spell that can help you?"

It's a pity that the Dark Lord closed his eyes again, and his mouth was almost tighter than a clam shell.Harry gritted his teeth angrily, and the other party's clothes were almost soaked in cold sweat—this was obviously a very advanced and evil black magic, and it looked like a backlash... He hesitated, not daring to use any healing spells rashly.But Voldemort's state was obviously slipping in an unfavorable direction.

"Merlin's pants! There must be a way, think about it..."

Harry forced himself to calm down, and quickly recalled any knowledge that could be used at the moment.Magic backlash is usually the most dangerous accident in the wizarding world - if it is the current situation.The magic power will roar and impact like a tsunami, causing huge damage to the body, and even death in severe cases... Words according to the script jumped out of his mind, Harry shook his head violently, and he decisively threw himself in Hogg Watts' memory began to be searched in recent months. "Magic Backlash, Magic Backlash—"

"correct!"

A minute later, Harry almost violently ripped off Voldemort's neckline, and the latter opened his eyes angrily, the cold eyes still remained in them, and the cold killing intent slid down his throat like a snake. If he is here, his legs will definitely be frightened by such a gaze - but he has no strength at all now, he can only watch Harry hold the metal pendant around his neck with a stern face.

"Do not--!"

For a split second, Voldemort instinctively thought Harry would take it.He struggled to raise his hand, but Harry easily stopped him.

Then, he heard a series of words and sentences spit out slowly from the boy's mouth, with unparalleled solemnity and solemnity:

"I give the power of magic, and it keeps vibrating, and you vibrate with me." The colorless magic power whizzed out, and the air faintly revealed a golden floating light... The voice continued, "The land is the body, and the water is the body." It is the blood, the air is the breath, and the fire is the spirit. We are connected to each other in perfect balance."

The nature of white magic itself disgusted Voldemort instinctively, but he immediately realized that it was the oldest and most primitive form of magic. Before spells existed, people could only use prayer and strong will as the medium to perform magic functions.It is very difficult and consumes a lot of magic power. If there is something wrong, it is not as good as the magic produced by spells-this makes it gradually abandoned by wizards. By now, most of the essentials of casting spells have been lost, and many wizards do not believe a few words Ordinary words can make a difference.

But once this kind of magic is successful, it is unexpectedly powerful. Voldemort's blood-red pupils constricted violently. He knew that Harry had bless the pendant with white magic, which even solved the five-sense defect of his magical body. ——This used to scare Voldemort very much, because it was something he couldn't even do himself.He guessed it was a powerful blessing spell, but never imagined that one day he would hear its contents.

Voldemort stared at Harry's emerald green eyes with an unfathomable expression, the boy's youthful voice seemed to follow his words, the raging magic power in his body seemed to gradually quiet down, and the tyrannical emotions faded from those scarlet eyes.Then he watched Harry close his eyes as if fleeing:

"I intend to protect—"

"May you stay away from the cold and be protected by warmth."

"May you stay away from the darkness and be unharmed by it."

"May your heart never fall, be with me."

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