Doomed to be an enemy

Harry woke up with a start.

Emerald green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.There seemed to be a man's almost breathless call that was suppressed to the limit.A cold chill spread from the fingertips to the whole body.Harry got up almost panting, completely ignoring his young body, which was still lustful, and felt a wave of panic and worry flooding him like a lake.

He jumped out of bed, quickly pulled a robe around himself, put on his shoes, took his wand, and rushed out in a hurry.

The sky was at its darkest, and the damp and cold air almost made the exhaled breath freeze.By the time he Apparated to London, Harry was completely numb - despite the instinctive shaking of his body - he had even forgotten to cast a Warming Charm on himself.When he was conscious, he was already standing in front of the house at No. 24 Enfield.

The hand holding the wand was too cold to feel.Harry opened the door to the room, and it was dark without any lights.It was as quiet as if no one lived in the house.This reminded Harry of the last time Voldemort had an attack, "Damn 'Slytherin' way!" He cursed lowly, locked the house, and made up his mind that if the door was magically imprisoned again, he would be just as phantom as last time Apparate in.

To Harry's surprise, the bedroom door swung open.In the dark room, only sporadic lights trickled in from the windows, and everything turned into strange shadows.He heard the bed creaking and moaning, and someone muffled, "Who!" The pale arm grabbed the bone-colored wand as if to curse, and Harry strode forward and held it down.Then he was taken aback by the man's icy temperature, and he couldn't even pay attention to the burst of pleasure from the magic attraction.

"It's me! Why are you so cold?!"

Harry couldn't help but touch the man's cheek with his palm, which was also cold.He is trembling.Harry couldn't help but feel his heart sink, he could only feel the muscles under his skin convulsing when he touched it, and Voldemort was clearly gritting his teeth without saying a word.Harry took out his wand and lit the dead fireplace, and the flames lit up the room.Just like the mess he saw in the dream just now.

"This can't be done—— Lisong is exhausted!"

Harry released the magic power carefully, and used wandless magic to take the strength off the man, and the spasm immediately eased. Voldemort gasped and struggled again, "Potter!" An annoyed voice came out of his throat, Harry gritted his teeth and climbed onto the bed, "Didn't you say that the potion can cure? This is the so-called cure?!" He was angry Said bluntly.

"Ha, it seems to be related to you."

Voldemort gritted the words through his teeth.The scarlet eyes are as bright as blood, and they are astonishingly magnificent. "Don't be stupid, where is the pendant, I'll try again."

"I threw-"

Harry's emerald green eyes narrowed suddenly, "Then what is that tightly clutched in your hand?" Voldemort gritted his teeth and remained silent.Harry felt that his body temperature was dropping further, so he had to suppress his anger and unbutton the man's robe, "I must be crazy. Don't look at me like that. If it gets colder, are you sure you're still alive?"

The power of the spell was still going on, and Voldemort never imagined that the one who finally brought him down was actually a slack.Of course he knew how bad the consequences would be if it went on like this, and he also quite understood how warm the boy's body temperature was.But I really don't want to experience that crazy feeling at this moment.He closed his eyes, and could almost feel the soul fragments in his body shattering little by little in the riot. The recovery of the Horcrux was more difficult than imagined, and it could even be called an accident.The worst situation he expected appeared, and the soul stabilizer not only failed to relieve it, but even stimulated the fragile balance.What will happen in the end?

no no!Horcruxes can be separated, and they must be recovered.

It's just assuming that the implementation conditions are reversed-he simply can't do it.

Even powerful soul magic can't force it to fuse... Enduring the pain of soul collapse, Voldemort gritted his teeth and thought about all this.Until an incomparably warm body covered the body—it was like the warmth that permeated the bone marrow in the cold eternal night, and the magnetic poles attracted each other with the skin touching, giving off an unimaginable wonderful feeling.The boy's body was slender and flexible, embracing him without reservation - Voldemort could feel the other person shivering in the cold air, but the scorching heat really made his body temperature start to warm up.

It seemed that something was melting along with it. Voldemort opened his eyes, looking complicatedly at the child shivering from the cold on his chest. "This is the collapse of the soul, and it cannot be cured." He said the truth in a hoarse voice.Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and the emerald green eyes were surprisingly beautiful in the firelight.

"Soul...collapse...?"

Harry suddenly raised his head and stared at the man's chin, "Is it a Horcrux?" Voldemort closed his eyes tightly again, as if determined not to answer.Harry absentmindedly felt his muscles tense again, and the pale snake face twisted slightly.The magic power fluctuated violently—more severe than the last attack.Harry was completely panicked, his arms were tightly wrapped around the man's pale body. He didn't understand soul magic at all, and at this moment he could only watch things slide in the worst direction.

Even Voldemort admits to the incurable wound...

Harry shook off the fear in his heart, this man is Voldemort, how could he die?But no one knows better than him that no matter how people fear this name, the other party is just an ordinary person.

Under the moonlight, the man's body was as pale as a wax figure, he was motionless, only breathing shallowly.Harry didn't even dare to test whether it was still there.He took a deep breath, the comatose Voldemort would not give him any explanation, he could only desperately think "Okay, calm down, start from the beginning - take back the Horcrux, that was more than a month ago, although something happened in the middle The problem, he said just now, is the collapse of the soul..." Harry understood the word almost tremblingly, "does the soul split again? The mutual influence leads to a total collapse—"

Harry gasped, and that was the problem.No wonder Voldemort needed the Soul Stabilizer, that stuff sounded right - fuck right!If it worked, he wouldn't be like this now.Harry hugged the increasingly cold man tightly.

Who would believe it wasn't a piece of ice?Harry fought back his teeth chattering, the man's manic magic even reassuring him a little bit - at least he was still alive.

Something has to be done.

Harry felt that his brain had never turned so fast. He remembered that Dumbledore had said that Horcruxes were very evil black magic. In Slughorn's memory, he had mentioned that making Horcruxes required killing, Without mentioning the degree of evil, why do people have to kill people?

Harry frowned, always felt that it was only a little bit short, there was a missing link in the middle - the most critical part.If killing is the prerequisite, isn't it an unsolvable problem when countering the spell or recycling it in the opposite direction?You see, the dead cannot be brought back to life, and cause and effect cannot be reversed.

Harry gritted his teeth, is it to let the dead rest in peace or something?Pray to God?He kicked away this unreliable idea, thinking that this direction is probably right, so what can be done to let the soul of the slain rest in peace?One life for another?No, it's not realistic.Harry felt that with Voldemort's character, he must have considered the issue of recycling when making this thing. If he had to pay for his life, he probably wouldn't want to do it—think about it, it would be a knife on his own soul.

There was an answer looming in his mind, if that's the case... Harry looked responsibly at Voldemort's pale snake face, he thought, he knew the answer.

repent.

You must sincerely regret what you have done.

In the eternal night-like consciousness, violent storms surged.That is to attack everything unfamiliar with instinct and maliciousness—even if the opposite party is also a part of himself.

Relying on the connection with Voldemort, Harry who rushed in stumbling in immediately felt the pain of being torn apart. "Voldemort!" he yelled, but all the while there was only the howling of the storm.Those malicious parts seemed to have spotted him and were rushing towards him in a rage, and Harry was instantly overwhelmed by it...

On the rough stone corridor, he was hit by a strong force, and he rolled and fell to the ground.This is a powerful spell, he felt a hot stream in his mouth, full of rust smell, oh, the ribs must be broken - he managed to stand up, but was knocked down by a Cruciatus Curse again, the burning sensation from his fingers Start with a sharp point, and quickly spread the whole body, until every inch of muscle is spasmed by it!He screamed loudly, and a black-robed wizard appeared from the corner in his mind, and the other party called his name softly:

"Daeron?"

He nodded subconsciously, and then became what he is now. "Cruciatus!" In the cold voice, the Cruciatus Curse fell on him again and again, he could only hold on to the wand tightly, and use the gap between his breaths to cast the strongest spell he knew on the other party!

"Is that all you can do?"

The man deflected the attack with such ease, as if he knew exactly what spell he was using, exactly when he held out his wand, every time!

Panting heavily, he didn't remember ever messing with this kind of person. "You're like a puddle of mud, you're too weak." The condescending mockery made his bones ache, he was angry and frightened, and looked into the bloody eyes of the man like a devil: "Who are you?!"

"I?"

The demon condescendingly smashed his wand, bent down and smashed his bones with magic little by little. The unspeakable pain made him scream and scream, he never knew he could scream so terribly!

how can that be--

His throat was even hoarse and bleeding, but lying on the cold floor, he never saw a third person.

"He would rather have you, and even reject me because of this, but you are such a thing in the end." The soft voice was probably sneering, and he had no strength to answer anymore. How could all this be possible?He watched the man's mouth open and close in despair... "You managed to win my attention, Lord Voldemort will send you eternal death—"

here is……

"Avada—"

Hogwarts!

"—Death!"

Dazzling green light spat out from the bone-colored wand, and the man's pale and distorted face showed contempt and malice. In the empty corridor, he looked like a demon holding a crown!

Do not!

The moment Harry saw Ravenclaw's diadem, Harry suddenly woke up.

He's not Darren, he's Harry!

The pain and fear of shattered bones still floated in his heart, some consciousness roared around unwillingly, his soul seemed to be pulled by something, Harry almost thought that he was splitting open-this hurts too much!If there was an entity, he must have curled up in pain.Harry convinced himself it was all fake... tried to make himself think.Obviously just now was the process of the birth of the Crown Horcrux.That innocent wizard fell victim to Voldemort's rage after his failed application to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts...

Horcruxes...killing...soul slices...resurrection...restless souls...

He felt as if he had caught something.Harry looked at the deep darkness around him, "This is in Voldemort's consciousness, but why did he really replace it with the murdered person in the previous clip?" Unless that poor soul is also here, bound by some kind of magic.

And this is the key point that the Horcrux cannot be recovered!

Because Voldemort could never repent, that guy would never bow to the weak.That's why the soul in the horcrux is so angry.Everything suddenly became clear.Harry stepped back some distance - the storm was still intensifying. "Hey, show your courage, you're a Gryffindor! Isn't it just a hallucination..." He tried to ignore the long hours of torture, and with almost all his courage, he rushed into the surrounding consciousness again in the stream—

This time he used Occlumency to stay awake, and emerged in a stone corridor.Harry recognized this as somewhere in Hogwarts - and found himself taller, untouchable, and Daeron again.

Harry took a deep breath, trying not to think of torture and torture for a moment.Trying to sense the real Daeron.

"Can you hear me?"

Darren's voice was young and melodious, and his body was full of magic and warmth—Harry could fully imagine what kind of a promising wizard this was. At least when he was attacked, the other party had been committed to resisting without losing his mind, which made Harry even more Feeling guilty—he is now trying his best to save that unrepentant murderer.