Doomed to be an enemy

Around Voldemort, Harry was always using Occlumency habitually, even in sleep.

Only this time it was very different.After falling asleep, there was a vague uneasiness in the empty mind.It's like rolling in bouts of cold, eventually causing a spasm.Harry subconsciously used Occlumency to block out all kinds of thoughts - he could clearly feel waves of ripples coming in from the outside, and he refused to touch it, which made him instinctively terrified.

Voldemort...

Harry said the name silently.He retreated desperately, desperately avoiding these more and more ripples. His magic, whether it was the armor spell, the obstacle spell, the patron saint spell, or even the flames that dispelled the darkness... could not stop this pervasive thing.

It encroached slowly like a lake—such a strange magic, only comparable to the Horcrux experience.Harry's pupils shrank, and he stood there, watching the crystal clear ripples slowly flow over... Could it be Voldemort?There was suffocating sadness in the emerald green eyes.Harry suppressed the almost twitching pain in his heart, no matter what he couldn't let the other party succeed.

Gritting his teeth and continuing to run, Harry made up his mind that if this was Voldemort's plan, he would beat that bastard up after he got out!The emerald green eyes were especially beautiful and startling with anger.Immediately, a creepy feeling penetrated his lungs, and Harry's hair stood on end, as if a demon was exhaling behind him, the breath carried deadly poisonous gas and fragrance, and unparalleled temptation——

"Come……"

This can't even be called a sound, all directions, even my own body is interpreting this word, it is like an invisible force penetrating everything.Harry felt every bone in his body creaking at the word, as if he was about to stop running against his will.

Harry bit his tongue hard, the severe pain made his chaotic nerves suddenly awake!This is not Voldemort!Something exploded from the bottom of his heart, and Harry's running speed suddenly rose to a higher level, and he couldn't help smiling silently—even though he seemed to be being hunted down for no reason now?

"come over……"

Countless voices came out from all directions, high or low, and Harry didn't even know if he was running in the right direction. The thought hadn't settled yet, and the invisible force penetrated everything again. Harry For a moment, it seemed as if his strength was taken away, and there was a buzzing sound in his mind, leaving only a vague perception.

Faintly, it seemed that a pair of crimson eyes were watching from a very far distance.

As soon as this perception came, fear also grew, and Harry had never felt so afraid.His body seemed to be going against his consciousness - he realized that he had lost control - lightly trying to go to where the eyes were.Harry tried hard to stop himself.

It worked a bit, he felt a slight pull, or resistance.

Everything in reality flashed through my mind quickly, the bed, the silver and green silk quilt, myself with a pale face, and the man who was holding his arm...

Voldemort!

Harry seized that moment of overlap with reality, and almost used all his strength to hug him tightly.He can't speak, but he has never been so dependent on a person like this.

Gradually, he felt the pulling force become stronger...but the third ripple seemed to be coming again.

"Harry..."

"...I'm sorry...it hurts..."

Someone's voice was vaguely intermittent, Harry was extremely weak, all his senses were gradually being blocked by the endless ripples, and he could only hear a vague sentence from Voldemort.

Harry didn't have time to think about what this meant, and the only remaining perception instinctively huddled in fear.

"Come here quickly..."

This time he heard clearly, this terrifying call was a woman's voice, soft, cold, hoarse... Countless voices overlapped and became clearer.

Does it also mean that he is closer to the other party?

Harry was a little apprehensive.

He could feel that it was an abyss like a black hole, a place more evil than Horcruxes and darker and more filthy than Voldemort's dark power.

Suddenly, there was a sharp burning pain in his heart, and Harry twitched instinctively in pain.Severe high temperature and burning spread from the heart to the whole body. In Harry's perception, the fire-colored chain born from nothingness twisted himself tightly like a poisonous snake. The power to isolate perception seemed to be burned by the flame on the chain. Harry It was not a good thing to find that he could control his body again. The extremely cold and hot flames made Harry hiss and writhe in pain, as if being whipped by countless fire whips and pierced into his chest by a red-hot iron. It was like returning to that terrible lake of fire.

Countless curses were heard beside her ears, and the crimson pupils that were high above and far away seemed to be gradually disappearing.

Harry couldn't care about all this, and being burned by the flames was nothing more than that. Harry closed his eyes tightly, and he almost thought he would be burned to death.The chains viciously tightened and scalded the fragile soul like a snake, and there were bursts of screams coming from the soul, that was Harry's voice.

"Harry!"

In the tent, Voldemort hugged the screaming boy in his arms with an ugly face, and pressed his thin fingers on the boy's convulsed chest. There, the fire-colored chains twisted and flickered with fiery flames, and Harry held on tight. Grabbing his arm, the nails dug deep into the flesh, but Voldemort didn't seem to feel it, chanting a spell in a low voice with a sullen face, his forehead was sweating, this is a very remote magic seal, it doesn't consume much, But the tragic situation of the boy made Voldemort's heart tremble like never before.So much so that after the magic was completed, he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

There was a sudden silence in the tent.

The boy stayed in his arms softly, his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were also abnormally gray. Voldemort hugged Harry tightly in fear, he was a little weak until now, if he hadn't found out in time... the Dark Lord couldn't imagine the consequences.The initial panic in his dark red eyes turned into a sneer that was almost cruel.

Snape's Dark Mark was burning hot early in the morning, obviously the Dark Lord was in a very bad mood. "Severus, I need soul stabilizer, dreamless potion, nutritional potion..." The door of the study is open, and it can be seen that the sofa inside is very messy, only the bedroom door is closed, and the air Filled with the obscene smell of very hidden love... The dark robe of the Dark Lord dangled in front of his eyes, and the tip of the yew wand even emitted a string of angry green sparks due to violent fluctuations in magic power.

"Yes, Master, I'll go get it right away." Snape resigned knowingly.

The Dark Lord, who was in such a rage, didn't give him Cruciatus because he was going to get the medicine.After Snape exited the tent, he quickly went to his place and took a sufficient amount of potion. His usually sallow face looked a little pale.Soul Stabilizer, Dreamless Potion, and Nutrient Potion are the standard equipment combinations for patients whose souls have been injured in Saint-Germont. If the potion master can't see that the Dark Lord will have such a need, then there must be someone else.

And from yesterday to now, the only one who entered the Dark Lord's tent was a certain uneasy savior!

With a bang, Severus Snape knocked over the cauldron that was boiling the potion. He stared blankly at all this, letting the precious potion spill on the ground, and even the crystal cauldron was thrown It must be crushed, and the previous importance cannot be seen at all.Immediately, he seemed to wake up from a start, and almost rummaged through all his inventory, filled the potion box, and then stumbled out of the tent.

"Master, all the potions you want are here."

It's a pity that the Dark Lord didn't want him to stay and help.Just paused after seeing the box full of potions, Voldemort glanced at the wizard thoughtfully, "Stand back, Severus." Snape was not reconciled, but the burning pain of the Dark Mark reminded him Dangerous.He obediently stood up and walked towards the door. "etc."

Voldemort's face was calm, and his tone was soft: "How is the kinkilling potion I asked you to develop?"

"Master." Snape turned around and knelt down respectfully, "The remnants have been made up, and the matching ratio still needs time to try, about six months."

"Speed ​​up, you just need to focus on this one thing." Voldemort stared at him almost substantively.

"Yes Master."

"I think you know what to say to the outside world about what happened today." Voldemort approached him slowly.Snape's expression remained the same, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Perhaps the master needs some training potions to cheer him up." Voldemort suddenly narrowed his dark red eyes, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger: "Severus, it seems that you are secretly It's all guesswork, right?"

Cold sweat dripped from Snape's back, but Voldemort didn't have time to play charades with him. He approached the submissive wizard, and pressed the tip of his yew wand on the potions master's forehead, "This reason doesn't work, change it." Snape All nerves were tense, and the Dark Lord said softly, "Just say I need a potion to cheer you up." The bone-colored wand left, "Tell the Death Eaters, don't let the Order of the Phoenix find out about Potter, delay A few days."

Leaving this sentence behind, Voldemort took the potion box and entered the bedroom.

The door slammed shut.

It took Snape a while to show surprise, and his face became even paler because of this.He stood up, suppressed the turmoil in his heart and walked out with a gloomy face.

In the bedroom, Harry was still unconscious. Voldemort undressed and climbed onto the bed, Harry's faint breath made him carefully kiss the boy's soft lips.Then he summoned the potion and fed it mouthful by mouthful.

"Harry..."

The boy tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder obediently, but Voldemort felt his heart being squeezed tightly.It's not like he hasn't seen Harry being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse - oh, it seems like a long time ago. Voldemort never thought that the word frightened could be used on him. He waved his wand, and the curtains automatically closed to block the bright sky outside, and the room went dark all of a sudden.

Voldemort covered himself and the boy with a silk quilt, Harry's body was supple and powerful, and at this moment he was hugged tightly in his arms so softly and perfectly, they were lying on the bed, the man's chin resting on the boy's hairpin , and only the scorching heat from the opponent's body could calm Voldemort from his rage.

He began to think about how to clean up the culprit.