Doomed to be an enemy

Harry read these words over and over again. If it was normal, Voldemort would have spared no effort to taunt the other party.He has always thought that the savior is like everyone else, and that what he likes is the illusion he pretended, or just a momentary fascination.Once the truth below is revealed, either fear or hatred... Ah, yes, they are already enemies.

But magic can't lie... The golden magic power is buzzing and vibrating, driving the dark power in his body together, and something in the thin air rushes in, trying to suppress the restlessness of the soul, and the precarious connection with the two soul pieces is slowly changing. Once he got stable, the pain that pierced into the bone marrow gradually disappeared.

You don't need to look to know that the bloodstains on your face have disappeared, and even the place where you were injured by the vampire's magic is slowly healing - that is an extremely dark magic damage.

He stared at Harry's trembling lips, he could almost feel the softest and most defenseless part of Harry's expression.

A familiar yet unfamiliar emotion gradually emerged in Voldemort's heart. He didn't know what it was, but it didn't prevent the Dark Lord from smelling the weakness in it.He shouted stupidly in his heart, but still allowed that emotion to gradually expand... The golden magic power in the air suddenly dimmed, "Potter—" Voldemort suddenly felt in surprise that the separated souls in his body seemed to be merging, At the same time, Harry's face turned pale in an instant, his magic power was rapidly drawn, and he could barely support his body.

Before Voldemort could react, he had already put his hands on the back of the boy's head and kissed him hard.The words of prayer were interrupted, Harry's whole body went limp, he opened his eyes suddenly, and was stunned for a few seconds before he began to struggle. Displeasure flashed across Voldemort's eyes, but he just sucked hard and let him go.

Harry slumped down next to him, opened his mouth, and said only one sentence: "It looks better."

Indeed, the pain of splitting the soul has disappeared, the warmth attached to the skin relaxes the nerves, the magic power stays in the body smoothly, and the injury is slowly recovering.It couldn't be better. Voldemort raised his wand-holding hand, and he noticed that Harry's body was tense, but the magic just now probably made him lose the strength to even move... Stupid and credulous Gryffindor, the Dark Lord told himself, The tip of the bone-colored wand lightly touched Harry's cheek, and his scarlet eyes stared at the sunken skin:

"You crossed the line, boy."

After a moment of silence, Voldemort said in a low hoarse voice.Harry's heart sank.Almost self-defeating, he looked away: "So what." He didn't forget the Occlumency, and let out a short laugh, "I know it's sad, but for the sake of what I just helped you, don't take it Speak out the ridicule in your heart." Instead, he showed a self-deprecating smile.

"You should be very proud now - the Dark Lord is so charming? Huh? You can play around with the savior casually! You have achieved your goal." He had no strength to yell, and Harry realized almost desperately , I couldn't watch this man go to death, at this moment a huge sense of guilt overwhelmed him——

How can you be worthy of someone who believes in you?

How can you be worthy of those who support you?

How can you forgive the dead?

The accusations in his mind were like Cruciatus, and Harry blinked his emerald green eyes, trying to maintain Occlumency, or the last bit of dignity.

Those emerald green eyes became hollow and lifeless.

Voldemort watched this scene silently, he didn't miss the pain flashing through it.What he once dreamed of seeing - Potter falling into his hands, bearing the pain he gave him for the past ten years, humbly begging him to kill himself at his feet, he will be tired of hearing The other side gave death mercifully after the screams.

Yes, ever.

"Potter," Voldemort's lips were tightly pressed together, bending into a reluctant and somewhat annoyed arc, "I didn't ask you to do this." His voice was very soft, but it seemed as if he was squeezing out every word, " As you said, why should I laugh at you for helping me?"

"You—" Harry froze, staring blankly at his scarlet eyes, Voldemort's flat snake face seemed to want to show a smirk, "Many people used to be fascinated by that appearance, obviously the Savior is no exception." Harry stared at him, and the turbulent sadness in his heart was replaced by anger in an instant, "This is different!" He said through gritted teeth, "Do you think anyone who kisses me will do that? I'm not gay!"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes immediately: "Who else have you kissed?"

The names of Cho Chang and Ginny almost blurted out, and Harry turned a corner subconsciously: "What does this have to do with you?" So that's it? Voldemort felt a burst of incomprehensible anger, he restrained the curse in his throat, made a mental note, and then skipped the question, "If it's not for my obsession with appearance, what else do you like about me?"

This time it was Harry who was dumbfounded.He stared at Voldemort's flat, snakelike face, pale and terrifying, not at all pleasing.He didn't know when he was tempted, was it that little bar?Or when they fought side by side at Hogwarts?Or is it when you get along day and night with the soul piece in the locket?

Harry shook his head: "I don't know, I can't say." Voldemort let go of the tense brows, it seemed that he was not alone in this trouble.He stretched out his pale and thin fingers and touched Harry's cheek. A warm current seemed to melt into the magic power and flowed all over his body, making this body full of cold and dark magic power warm and mellow. He carefully looked at the boy : "Your magic power has changed... I remember that it didn't have this effect last time." Yes, this kind of feeling that makes people madly nostalgic.

Harry tilted his head away from his wandering fingers.The warmth disappeared instantly, the temperature drained from his body, and Voldemort noticed all this with displeasure.He doesn't have much, so he hates losing, "It seems that you made the same choice as I did at the beginning, with the help of some external forces." He put down his hands and decided not to think about the feeling when holding the boy.

Harry wasn't surprised, he hadn't expected it to remain a secret since discovering that they both felt strangely from touching each other's magic.

"You're right." Harry sighed, not wanting to talk about it - it reminded him of the few days he had left. "And you?" he asked.

"Me?" Voldemort repeated.

"Don't you feel the same way I do?" Harry asked almost hopelessly.

Voldemort lied very positively: "No."

Harry was a little disappointed, but not surprised.Hey, come to think of it, he already has a boy he likes, why would he care about you?Tiredly, he raised his hands, pushed his eyes, and kneaded the bridge of his nose. He decided that it would be better to draw a clear line in this regard, so he changed the subject:

"Your injury is due to the vampires. What do you think of them?" He tried to change the subject, but Voldemort didn't seem to intend to go deeper into it, and he didn't want to expose his tricks. Hearing that, the rarely peaceful expression on the flat snake's face changed. , he showed a contemptuous smile, "A group of greedy beasts, even if they have a little wisdom."

Harry let go, feeling a little more certain about what he was going to say next.

"Look, they've already attacked wizards, don't you think they're a bit of a threat?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, stared at Harry's face, and said lazily, "Potter, please don't use the Dark Lord's perspective." Explain the problem. Why, think that group of guys are difficult to deal with, huh? Want to ask for help?"

A hint of annoyance and frustration flashed in Harry's emerald green eyes, "I mean, at least on the point of blood race, the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters should be on the same side. Can't you consider stopping the dispute and solving this problem first? "

Voldemort narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Potter, I don't need your sympathy, it makes me sick. Of course, I was careless this time, the magic of those vampires is too ancient and dark, I did suffer a bit—— "

Harry frowned and interrupted him: "I have no sympathy for you!"

You're also damn undeserving of sympathy.He thought bitterly, and raised his emerald green eyes to stare at the other party. "Since the blood race is the common enemy of wizards, why can't we cooperate?" He simply sat down on the blanket, and under the dim firelight, Voldemort's snake face was too scary, he thought.

The latter looked at him with a scrutinizing, cautious look, and Harry was a little terrified by this look.

He didn't really want to admit that there was indeed a little bit of a man talking about it, and he didn't want to let this matter go to waste because it touched the other party's sensitive self-esteem.

"The fraternity of the savior, huh?" Voldemort trusted his own judgment, so he sarcastically sarcastically began to think about the pros and cons of this matter.He still remembered that the boy came back from France, so obviously the other party had seen the disaster there.That would explain it... cooperating with the Order of the Phoenix would obviously improve the reputation of the Death Eaters. It was supposed to be the last part of his plan to solve this problem, but he didn't mind going ahead of time. White magic is an advantage and can Mitigate the Death Eaters' losses... and, Voldemort's long, narrow scarlet eyes fixed Harry's calm gaze, he probably didn't need that impostor anymore.

"If you can restrain the Order of the Phoenix." Voldemort said slowly.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a big smile, his emerald green eyes were astonishingly bright with pleasure. "If you can keep your Death Eaters in check," he shot back.

Until the time when he Apparated back to France, Harry was holding a volume of the contract in his hand and still couldn't believe that he had successfully persuaded Voldemort.The sky had already begun to light, and there was no movement in the camp tent. Harry felt that the opposite of the exhaustion all over his body was mental excitement-he might not be able to sleep, and he didn't want to wake anyone up.

"It's warm."

Harry turned around and walked closer into the woods.The cold wind was whistling, he gave himself several superimposed warming spells, and walked slowly on the frozen ground.

Actually that's pretty good. Voldemort was able to move Hogwarts, put down his body and form an alliance with the Order of the Phoenix against foreign enemies, and appeared as a protector instead of a destroyer. Does this mean that his idea may succeed?Harry felt that he had never thought so clearly.

He only has 20 years, which sounds like a long time, but is actually too short.

The reason why the Order of the Phoenix fights against the Death Eaters is because it brings uneasiness, war and killing to the magic world.No one wants to be a victim.Harry tightened his robes. If this can be eliminated, does it mean that there can be a peaceful transition without a war?As long as Voldemort is willing, this can definitely be guaranteed with his restraint on his subordinates.And Harry, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, knows too well that no one likes war.

He thought about it a little bit, he couldn't deny that he liked Rahel, Harry's footsteps paused, of course, including Voldemort, he was willing to do his best to try this thing, it wasn't reckless or stupid.A brook lay in front of him, and Harry stared at the frozen lake. In fact, according to Mr. Flamel's magic ritual, he would become like a nuclear bomb. Harry imagined Voldemort's strength, and he was quite confident. .

Dueling and killing as prophesied is the last resort.

The sky was getting brighter, and Harry raised his head to look at a line of gray and blue in the sky. That beautiful color looked very gentle in the darkness.Cold tenderness.He thought of being chased by his own devil fire with Rachel in the ice and snow, of Voldemort holding him in the sky and fighting vampires, of the soul tablet in the locket that allowed him to use him to practice the trapping spell... Harry closed it Close your eyes and warn yourself——

You are just a person with few years to live, not to mention that Voldemort already has someone he likes, even if he doesn't, how many days can you two be together?