Doomed to be an enemy

Sunlight slid in through the window, only to be shattered by a broken moan.

The silver-green silk slipped down on the bed, and Harry weakly hugged Voldemort's shoulders, embracing him in an open position, his voice completely hoarse.But although the Dark Lord's actions were not violent, he didn't intend to stop at all.The slender fingertips rubbed and pressed the place where the boy had three orgasms, and occasionally pressed their connection.The possessive kiss stretched from the neck to the chest, and Voldemort looked at the red and swollen buds, regretfully using magic to restore them to their original shape again.

"Voldemort..."

Harry gasped in shock, the cold magic made it stand upright, as if inviting him to have sex. "Baby, don't worry." There was sticky liquid flowing from the base of his thigh, and the part of his body that was hardened again made Harry almost feel like he was going to die here. "No... I... I have to go back—"

Voldemort pushed slightly dissatisfied, pushing back what he was about to say.This made Harry arch his back, his chin rested weakly on the man's shoulder, and he bit the skin on it angrily - there were already several teeth marks on it.Even if some blood oozes out, Voldemort doesn't care about it, oh well, Merlin knows why an old man has such a strong energy, Harry let go of the skin in his mouth angrily, "You figured it out, I won't Are you really biting down hard?" Voldemort raised his head and raised his eyebrows and laughed teasingly, "Oh, you've already bit down so hard, it's exhausting for me, an 'old man'."

Harry gritted his teeth angrily, "I'm telling the truth, you can't be so stingy—"

"I'm telling the truth." Voldemort laid him flat on the bed, and under the gaze of the boy, he lowered his head and licked the small navel of his abdomen. Harry's fingers and toes curled up convulsively, reacting again. "You're so sensitive." Voldemort said truthfully.

"To shut up!"

Harry growled angrily. "You dishonest bastard!"

Voldemort gave him a polite smirk, "Thank you for the compliment. I don't think I did anything wrong." Harry gritted his teeth and endured the dull pain in his body, "I'm serious, there is still action today... I, I can't be absent."

Harry secretly prayed that nothing would happen to the locket.

Finally, the sudden sexual affair ended with Voldemort's regretful expression. "You can sleep for another hour. Drink it." Voldemort called out a crystal bottle containing the silver-gray water of life and death. "Probably just a drop." "No, I want to take a shower—" Harry rubbed his sore waist and said stiffly.

"Be obedient." Voldemort brushed aside the boy's disobedient forehead hair, and pressed a kiss on the scar. The hot and humid breath made Harry think that the scar was also hot. "I'll wash it for you." The almost unprecedented tenderness made Harry look at him suspiciously, "Are you really Voldemort?"

The latter's face froze, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Maybe you want to try again?"

Harry shook his head, wisely snatched the bottle of potion, and quickly dropped a drop down his throat.Within seconds, the potion began to take effect, and Harry felt the sleepiness of days and nights welling up in his heart, he rubbed his eyes hard, Voldemort watched the dazed look, his eyes gradually softened. "Sleep, leave the rest to me..."

The boy fell heavily into his arms.

With a sinking of the arms, Voldemort's skeletal fingers adjusted the position more comfortably, and then landed on the boy's hickey-covered chest, gently exerting force——

here……

The ominous fiery red chains that only he could see lay dormant under the skin, chaining the soul, waiting for certain conditions to awaken. Voldemort wearily dropped a light kiss on it - it took a lot of mana to suppress it.Fortunately, the fused soul makes all this change for the better...

Then he thought of the boy's inconsistent attitude, and Voldemort frowned. It seemed that he had to talk to the locket.The Dark Lord didn't expect Harry to get the piece of soul, and in fact, if he hadn't calmly used the faint Legilimency when Harry climaxed, he wouldn't have seen his other self.What made Voldemort feel depressed was that Harry got along extremely well with the other party, and he himself forgot his original intention and was only focused on finding out the matter, so that he didn't understand the secret of Harry's refusal at all.

Voldemort gritted his teeth slightly, telling himself that the days ahead were long.

When taking a bath, the boy stayed quietly in his arms. Voldemort was extremely satisfied, especially when he saw that there was no blood in the bath water, but only a little bit of ambiguous white liquid. And unrestrained lust like a young man - well, since it's the first time, it's really hard.

After scrubbing the boy carefully, Voldemort tidied himself hastily, then put on his robe and walked out with him in his arms.The bed had already been made respectfully by the house-elf, and the Dark Lord put the boy in his arms into the soft quilt, staring at his peaceful face.

He lied, but in fact three days and three nights had passed.

Voldemort took out his bone-colored wand, and the almost overflowing mana after his soul recovered spewed out along with the spell, and the dark red halo created by the dark magic protection spell around the powerful silencing spell surrounded the entire bed.The golden anti-magic runes lit up on the surrounding walls, but under the shock of the powerful magic power of the Dark Lord, they dimmed powerlessly.

Walking out of the house, the Death Eaters headed by Snape stood on the side of the street with their heads bowed.After the Dark Lord's figure appeared out of nowhere, they were an inch shorter overall. "Master." "You've done well, Severus." Voldemort cast a cold, slightly warning glance at his silent subordinates, "Gagson, what happened to what I asked you to do?"

"Master, I have informed the news that the savior of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a guest at your manor. Mr. Potter was injured in France in the despicable hunting of the blood clan, and was rescued by the master. They didn't believe it until we brought out the corpses of the blood clan who participated in the attack They have nothing to say." said the Death Eater named Gargson, kneeling respectfully and kissing his robe.

"Where's the movement of the vampires? Mulciber?" Voldemort remained calm and slowly approached among them.

"Yes Master."

Another person stepped forward and knelt down and did the same thing, "As you expected, they look like Grindyllos smelling blood, and they are gathering near the Vilga Valley - this gives the French Ministry of Magic a little respite, they I am trying to contact the Verga Valley, but Harry Potter hasn’t shown up for three days, which makes the blood races around me a little bit ready to move.” Mulciber opened his mouth and smiled a little ferociously, “The puppet that Italy put in the past returns According to the latest news, the elder Revan of the blood clan was furious because of the serious injury of another strong man, Glade, and seemed to want to target us first."

A cruel and disdainful smile appeared on Voldemort's pale and handsome face, and the Death Eaters who were very close to him immediately lowered their eyes and fell silent.

"Very well, Severus?"

Snape's face was unusually tired, he knelt down calmly, and said cryptically and briefly: "Everything is going well." Some of the Death Eaters who looked at him suddenly laughed, but Voldemort was rarely concerned, "Yes , as long as it goes well." He walked around the kneeling Death Eaters, "Who didn't obey my order this time? Huh?"

There was silence among the Death Eaters.

"I don't remember asking you to trouble the Order of the Phoenix. Maybe I'm old, and I remember wrongly?" Voldemort raised his eyebrows, his dark red eyes were almost the same color as blood, and the bone-colored wand was gently pressed together. Everyone passed by, but no one spoke. Gagson fell on the ground and said more humbly: "Master, that is Fenrir's stupid thing. He has been punished by Mrs. Lestrange. They didn't drink Medicine, and want to take away a few dragons... The number of people in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​several times that of theirs, and Fenrir didn't get any cheap."

"Idiots with no brains." Voldemort's eyes sank, and he slid across the cheeks of each of them like a blood-red blade, "Let me say that before the Sanguines are cleaned up, the Order of the Phoenix and us are on the same side." .Who has such energy, oh, I look forward to his performance in France, Germany and even Italy..." This is more effective than any threat. Who doesn't know that these three countries have basically fallen into the hands of blood clans.

"Get up."

Voldemort stroked the wand in his hand, but he didn't get angry. The Death Eaters looked at each other vaguely. It seemed that the Dark Lord was in a good mood today.They couldn't help letting go of their hanging hearts.

"Anthony Dolohov, you are taking people to the Vilga Valley, isn't there a group of vampires gathered there?" He said softly, "I think it's time for our potion to be tested. Barty Jr. Crouch, go talk to the Order of the Phoenix, as an ally, they probably won't refuse..." His dark blood-red eyes fixed on a man with straw-colored hair, and the latter's originally gloomy face suddenly appeared. A little excited, "Obey, Master."

"One last thing." Voldemort chuckled, "Remember to be polite—in a practical sense."

……

As the air was warmed by the sun, the Death Eaters Apparated away one after another.Severus Snape stood motionless until everyone was gone before he took out a shrunken potions box under the Dark Lord's gaze. "Master, it's all in here."

"Fine, back off. I'm assuming you know what to say and what not to say."

Until Snape backed away respectfully and Apparated away, the Dark Lord's prudent and cold eyes still did not move away from him - which made the Potions Master a little weird while nervous.Of course he knew what was in that box, healing potions, veritaserum, love potion, dreamless potion... Thinking of the dark lord himself summoning him to ask for the water of life and death before, Snape felt even more inconceivable. As guessed, it was Potter who stayed with the Dark Lord?

He worries about this speculation.

When Voldemort finished his chores and returned to the bedroom in the house, the boy was still asleep.

The Dark Lord put down the potion box and walked into the protective circle without hindrance. He climbed onto the bed and slid into the quilt with the warmth of a boy, and then a body like a stove rolled spontaneously into his arms. Voldemort knew very well that because of his profound black magic, his body was kept at low temperature all year round - well, without the spell, it was almost no temperature.Maybe the boy's situation is the opposite... Voldemort smiled silently, look, how well this boy fits you, whether it's body, magic, soul, or even... His pale and thin fingertips draw Touching the boy's cheek, it was no longer the impersonal paleness in the conscious world, and his lips still remembered the feeling of kissing it.

This is more addictive than poppy.

The veritaserum tasted like dry water. Voldemort gently parted the boy's petal-like lips, and kissed them as lightly as a butterfly's wings. With the tip of his tongue, he pushed a little of the potion into the boy's throat. The two of them lived peacefully. The magic field seemed to be causing waves again, so Voldemort had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going deeper.

"Harry. Can you hear me?" The soft hiss of Parsel whispered against the boy's ear. Voldemort inserted his fingers into the other's disobedient hair, rubbing his scalp soothingly.Harry was troubled by this harassment, but the effect of concentrating the water of death was too strong, and he seemed to be struggling to wake up, but unfortunately failed.

"Yes." A strange hiss echoed from the boy's mouth.

Voldemort's stomach tightened, and he found helplessly that even an ordinary Parseltongue could make him so excited.He could hardly wait to hear the boys courting in their unique language... Stop, Voldemort took a deep breath, and said in a softer tone: "Tell me, who is your favorite?"

"..." The boy hesitated. Voldemort waited patiently for a while, and then he heard the other party muttering in Parseltongue: "Father, Mother, Mr. Dumbledore, Sirius, Ron, Hermione..." A series of names emerged from it, and Voldemort didn't know it at all. Not surprised, he interrupted more content: "Harry, it's not them. Tell me, who is the person you admire in your heart?"

The boy unconsciously bit his lip, even though he was given Veritaserum, and even in his sleep, he still frowned uncomfortably. Voldemort kissed his cheek, the bridge of his nose and the corners of his lips soothingly. The weak "Voldemort" was almost like Mosquitoes screech, but he hears them. Voldemort involuntarily smiled wider, with complacency and pleasure, something in his chest swelling with joy - a feeling he was familiar with.

When he was young, when he was first recognized by all the Slytherins.

When he became the strongest dark wizard, the Death Eaters surrendered to him, and he was in power.

No, he could have restrained it back then, and now, Voldemort could hardly contain his joy - it might be called ecstasy.The feeling of being soft, proud, exciting and pleasant, and wanting to be known to everyone is too strange.

"Harry... Harry..."

He unconsciously called the other person's name softly, and Harry seemed to relax because of this, and hummed a dissatisfied response from his nasal cavity.

Voldemort couldn't help but kissed him on the lips, very lightly.

After a while, he left the lips that were kissed softly, and lowered his voice: "So, are you willing to be with the person you admire?"

"willing."

The cheeks in the field of vision slowly turned pink, and a smaller voice answered him. Voldemort raised his eyebrows, not expecting the boy to be so shy in his sleep.He pondered for a moment, and changed his sentence pattern: "Then will you agree to be with the person you admire?"

The boy's expression of not being subject to subjective control brought some reluctance, as if slowly uttering a word: "No."

As expected. Voldemort's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and he coaxed with a deeper and gentler voice: "Why?"

"I can't do that." Harry murmured with his eyes closed. Voldemort was a little uncomfortable being stabbed by the boy hypnotizing himself, he pursed his lips, and asked the last question: "Why not?"

He's ready for a bunch of brutal answers, isn't he?He killed the boy's parents, and the last relative of the boy was also killed by his Death Eaters, oh, and the most respected and beloved elder of the boy must be added. Voldemort reluctantly added the last one, could that be the reason?

He almost held his breath, the boy struggled for a while, "Can't say...can't say..."

Voldemort waited with the utmost patience, knowing that no matter how determined the boy was to escape the Imperius Curse, he would not be able to resist Veritaserum.

"Tell me, Harry..." He added the last weight to bend the balance.Then, he heard the boy say an answer that made his blood freeze in a helpless and calm tone:

"Because I can't survive."