Doomed to be an enemy

When Harry woke up, he felt better than ever.

Then he belatedly realized that his body was clean, except for the dense hickey marks—oh, Harry's cheeks were flushed, and the memory in his mind instantly came back, Harry's face turned pale and then red again. Bai, angry, embarrassed and dumbfounded.

That dishonest bastard first used the cover of casting the Patronus Charm, and then after forcing him, made him use the spell over and over again.Under the warm gaze of the Patronus, Harry really wanted to cry.What's even more damning is that the other party actually slowly described the principle of this transformation in his ear.

Harry found his wand from under the pillow, he hesitated for a moment, then waved it silently, a brilliant silver mist rushed out quickly, and a huge silver snake rushed out from it, cruising around him.Harry couldn't help raising his hand to touch its silver jaw, those beautiful ruby ​​eyes looked at him gently, even though this was an illusory scene, Harry, who hated snakes, didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

So, did the Patronus change because of violent mood swings?Although Voldemort used a bunch of more complicated words, Harry understood that it was probably about love.

As if sensing Harry's complicated mood, the Patronus approached him, and the silver snake letter gently licked his lips.

Harry jerked back, covering his lips and watching it in horror.

A chuckle could not help coming from the door.Harry looked up, and saw Voldemort leaning against the door frame and staring for an indefinite amount of time.On that pale face that looks more handsome under the sun, there is a Slytherin-style joking smile that makes people grind their teeth, "Usually the Patronus has a spirituality and can perceive the thoughts in your heart very well."

In fact, the patron saint does have spirituality. It can also imitate the nature of the illusion and observe the surrounding things.

Voldemort only half-spoken without guilt, seeing Harry staring at him with satisfaction, his face extremely embarrassed, "I don't think so! You must be lying!"

That's right.

"You can check your textbooks, these are common sense, I don't have to tell such low-level lies." Voldemort calmly walked towards the bed without changing his expression.

"I didn't know you were so, um, open, maybe we can try next time." He considered his words, slyly stopping behind the boy's bottom line.Harry's face was almost smoking, "Oh, shut up." Then he realized the meaning of the man's words and looked at him in surprise, "Are you a snake Animagus?"

"I thought you should know this after seeing your Patronus." Voldemort sat on the edge of the bed, with his hands on Harry's sides, his upper body leaning forward oppressively, watching the boy because With energetic and extraordinarily bright eyes, he said softly, "It's exactly the same."

Harry opened his mouth, Voldemort's dark red eyes completely lost the malice and indifference they once had, and stared at him with a rather peaceful look, obviously nothing special, but Harry still couldn't move his eyes away.Oh no, Harry's emerald green eyes dimmed for a moment, he avoided his gaze, and said: "Then you really made a mistake, I will definitely become a more powerful one, how about the eagle?"

He didn't see Voldemort's eyes suddenly sink after he looked away, but he didn't say anything.Instead, following his topic, the corners of his lips curled up, "I remember you are not Ravenclaw. You want to become my natural enemy, huh?" The dangerous and ambiguous ending made Harry's heart tremble, "Can't you?"

Voldemort approached him unquestionably, tilted his head and kissed that lips, "It's an honor."

Harry was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to do. He caught a glimpse of the sky outside the window and fixed his gaze: "What time is it?" He quickly tapped in mid-air with his wand, and the green time appeared from the thin air. The numbers made Harry wonder for a moment if he was dreaming.

"It's been four days?—"

Harry couldn't believe it.

"That's right." Voldemort's blunt words drew Harry's stare, "Didn't you say you only slept for an hour?"

"You're too tired. The scars on your soul don't heal in an hour or two." Voldemort stared at him. "If you're worried about the Order of the Phoenix or saving those wizards, I've already arranged everything for you."

Harry almost thought he was hallucinating... "You, help me, arrange it?" He said slowly, as if trying to extract another meaning from it. Voldemort kneaded the boy's chin, but the latter didn't realize it because he was surprised, and only heard the Dark Lord say leisurely, "The Death Eaters have gone to France to experiment on potions against vampires, I suggest they go to the Vilga Valley." Harry. Looking at him in surprise, he blurted out, "How do you know there?"

Panic and self-blame flashed across Harry's eyes at that moment, and he didn't even have time to think about whether he had leaked the secret.Voldemort pinched his chin and lifted his head forcefully, his dark red eyes fixed on him, "You think that's a secret in France? Hmm? The Death Eaters have their own information, given your usual style," Voldemort couldn't help but said dryly, "I think 'generous wizards from England'—it shouldn't be hard to guess which fits this profile."

Harry nodded slowly, not knowing whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous... Well, at least he had already got the alliance contract before this, Harry comforted himself, "Nothing happened over there Question?"

Voldemort observed carefully, and saw that he really didn't make a fuss, so he eased his tone: "The blood race is a little ready to move, but there is no large-scale attack yet. As for your news, I have already sent someone to the Order of the Phoenix—I assume you have sent us The contract book told over there."

"certainly……"

Harry was a little guilty. He only told Ron and Hermione that although he had laid the foundation of this concept in the meeting in advance, it was suddenly brought to the fore. Oh, I hope Mr. Moody can understand—Harry does not I'm sure, since I've been sending news back since I came to France, there shouldn't be too much opposition if the situation is so bad.

But thinking of the thug-like cruelty and temperament of the Death Eaters, Harry couldn't help being worried and depressed, and sometimes even wondered if he had done something wrong. "You'll restrain them, won't you?" Voldemort had been watching him, and he could almost guess how the gears were turning in the boy's mind—well, given the other's beautiful Occlumency.He nodded helplessly, compromising for the first time, "Death Eaters will show sincerity."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was naked, with his upper body covered in bruises and hickeys, while the sitting man was dressed neatly and elegantly like a gentleman. Harry's face turned red, and he stammered : "Where are my clothes?" Oh, this is too embarrassing, he wanted to cover the traces of embarrassment with the quilt, but the man sitting didn't think so at all, he lowered his head slightly, and glanced at the boy with a kind of admiration Er'er's thin and powerful chest was finally fixed in the middle of the ominous fiery red chains that only he could see, the dark red eyes flashed, and a kiss almost gently fell on that skin.

Kiss without any passion.

"Voldemort...?"

Harry looked at him suspiciously, and let out a little embarrassed cry. He was really moved by this, and he was so embarrassed.Fortunately, the other party didn't seem to intend to do anything, but let him go, "I've prepared new clothes for you." Voldemort wisely avoided making comments about the things the boy wore before.Then he found the boy looking at him suspiciously, hesitant to speak.

"what you want to say?"

"I think my old robe was fine." Harry carefully considered his words.Oh, he didn't want to go back wearing that fluffy robe that could trip him up at a glance, not to mention that it looked very cold.Harry shook his head quickly, "Where did you put them?"

"I asked the house-elf to clean it." Voldemort gave up his strange attitude of chasing the boy, and waved his wand to summon a set of black robes with simple dark green patterns, in addition to the soft-looking robes. A snow-white shirt, a dark green-to-black sweater, trousers the same color as the robe, moccasins perfect for trekking—oh, and underwear... Harry felt even more embarrassed.

He frantically put the clothes on - under Voldemort's admiring gaze, he did it almost quickly, and what made him blush was that the panties fit perfectly...Harry almost moaned in his heart, and put "he How do I know my size?" This dubious question was snuffed out. Voldemort's smile deepened, and his crimson eyes stared at Harry's slender and vigorous body. The robe was completely tailored for him, so it fit comfortably and did not affect the battle.

He stood up and walked around the bed, but Harry no longer tensed up for the other person's approach.

The emerald green eyes looked at him, as if the boy had become more natural with the clothes on. Voldemort lowered his head and kissed his flushed cheek, and said softly, "Look what's in your pocket." Harry hesitantly put his hand into the pocket of his robe, and his fingertips touched a cold crystal vial.

Why didn't you notice it when you put on your clothes?

"Is it a potion?" said Harry, taking it out.The bright green liquid is crystal clear, like some kind of jelly.With a faint magical light.

"It's myopia." Voldemort answered him softly.The crimson eyes stared at the boy with a slightly puzzled expression, "Thank you for the Christmas gift, I hope I'm not too late." Harry seemed to be hit by something in the heart, and stared blankly at the man with a calm expression , "Thank you." He whispered.

Oh, this is crazy, a gift from the Dark Lord?

This voice filled his mind, but Harry couldn't help but opened the crystal bottle, and drank it down under Voldemort's dazed gaze.Somewhat annoyed at the boy's unpreparedness, and showing opposite joy at the result, the Dark Lord was a little helpless: "Didn't you know to check before you put it in your mouth?"

"Since you said that, it should be fine." Harry grinned, and found that his vision had become blurred.There was a hint of heat in his eyes, and Harry blinked, and then a hand pulled away the glasses from his eyes - and everything became clear again.

Harry was a little uncomfortable with the fluttering nose, seeing Voldemort's surprised gaze, "What's wrong?"

The boy's cheeks already have handsome lines, not so handsome, but very peaceful, those eyes are as beautiful as emerald gemstones, oh no, those things are simply incomparable!

"Do not--"

Voldemort raised his hand to caress the boy's cheek, "I just realized that I might have given the wrong gift..." He murmured, lowering his head and kissing the boy's brow bone softly.

"That's beautiful."