Doomed to be an enemy

Harry pushed open the door, and the smooth table was pecked several times by the grumpy messenger, only the letter was good.He couldn't help but complain that the bird had the same temper as his master.

What Ye Xiao sent was the lesson plan written by Voldemort and the main points of today's review.Oh, this at least means that the Dark Lord can't sneak into the Order of the Phoenix's camp at will, Harry thought a little sourly, and suddenly understood Ron's complicated feelings in the first year facing Hermione who had studied well.

After processing the documents, Harry pulled the letter paper aside, stared at the beautiful and gorgeous round characters on it for a while, his curiosity about Animagus overwhelmed his poor awkwardness, and slowly took wand out.Seeing him start practicing, Ye Xiao flapped his wings and flew out of the window.

It wasn't until after eleven o'clock in the evening that Harry successfully turned a cushion into a snake—yes, the first class arrangement was to turn anything into a snake... Since his only reference was his own Patronus, so this The snake is quite big, and also has a pair of scarlet eyes.

But it wasn't Voldemort, and Harry froze, undoing the spell to turn it back into the mat.

He couldn't deny that he kind of missed that man.The thought continued until Harry walked into the bedroom.Under the red-gold curtains on the brass four-poster bed, Voldemort was lying on one side, covered with his quilt as if asleep, his exposed fingers still clutching the bone-colored yew wood wand.

Sure enough, there shouldn't be a double bed in the first place.

It took Harry a long time to react, and he couldn't help but feel a little helpless about the safety of the Order of the Phoenix camp.Given that no one has come to ask about it so far, I'm afraid no one knows that Voldemort is here.With mixed feelings and a little excitement, Harry took his pajamas lightly and went to the bathroom.

When he came out of the shower, Voldemort was still motionless.

Cast several blocking spells on the door.Harry crept onto the bed softly and slid under their covers. Voldemort took him lazily into his arms. "You didn't sleep?" Harry wasn't very surprised, the Dark Lord couldn't have felt such a big movement, "Wait for you." Voldemort raised his hand to turn off the lights in the room, and put his wand under the pillow and responded briefly.Harry felt that something was wrong, he turned around, Voldemort had closed his eyes, but he still felt his gaze, he raised his hand to press the boy's head in his arms, but he still saw that the boy was a little tired complexion.

"..."

The overlap of the magic field stabilized the restless magic power in Harry's body, and the comfortable feeling also brought back today's fatigue. Harry's thought of asking about the black magic battle left over from today's discovery was also kicked to the corner of his mind.He was just buried in the man's arms, slowly falling into a dark and sweet dream.

In the morning, when Voldemort woke up, Harry woke up as soon as he moved.The suddenly tense muscles slowly relaxed as he realized who was holding him, "Are you awake?" Voldemort's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up, Harry rubbed his eyes, and was gently kissed on the forehead: "You can sleep for a while, I should go." The soft kiss rolled over the scar, and Harry felt the numbness there was very comfortable. Hearing this, he was a little puzzled: "It's only five o'clock?"

Voldemort chuckled softly, rubbed his fingers against the boy's chin, and looked into those emerald green eyes, "Do you want me to get out of your tent? I don't mind at all."

Harry suddenly understood, his face was burning hot, "I remember you saying that you are omnipotent? Huh?" After speaking, he couldn't help laughing, which was a little provocative. Voldemort raised his eyebrows lazily, "Of course, are you sure you want me to stay?" He moved closer to each other menacingly, rubbing ambiguously... Harry's smile froze, "No." He whispered, trying to stay away from this sweetness Provocation, "I have to go out today."

Voldemort let him go regretfully.While he was changing, Harry simply sat up, "Do you know what happened yesterday?"

"You mean the place where the black magic battle took place?" Voldemort took off his pajamas in front of the boy without hesitation, the temperature in the warm room seemed to rise suddenly, Harry blushed and looked away, "What do you think?" Is it vampire infighting?"

"Not quite." Voldemort put on his robe, turned to look at the boy, "Actually, I have a better guess." He approached slowly and sat on the edge of the bed.

"There are not only the magic of vampires, but also the magic of wizards." Voldemort raised his hand to caress the boy's smooth cheeks, and Harry showed a surprised expression: "This is unlikely, the Order of the Phoenix did not act yesterday, and Cheria also confirmed that River Valley none of the wizards have gone out."

"That's not an ordinary wizard." Voldemort said softly, sliding his fingertips to the boy's chin, "I smelled soul magic there, just like what you encountered that day."

"You mean, one of them is the blood clan leader Revan?"

Voldemort's words confirmed his guess, "She's a formidable opponent, and she was a bit difficult to deal with before I fused her soul. It seems that she suffered a disadvantage in this battle."

Harry's eyes froze, and the opponent who could make Voldemort find it difficult was at a disadvantage in the hands of another wizard. He had a faint guess in his mind, which made him dare not look directly at Voldemort's dark red eyes. He stared at Pattern on the quilt. "Do you know who it is?" Voldemort smiled. "My boy, you should know what I'm talking about. I guess you lost the locket in your hand, right?"

With a thump in his heart, Harry raised his head suddenly, and met Voldemort's knowing gaze - he had been spotted.Realizing this, Harry fell silent. Voldemort waited patiently, and after a long while, Harry nodded lightly: "I don't know how he did it, just like Riddle—the Riddle in the diary can transform into entities, but he doesn't absorb anyone's life .” He brought it up with some awkwardness, especially after knowing that Riddle's diary was Voldemort's Horcrux.

He looked at Voldemort, who didn't mean to get angry, but was thinking instead. "Did he mention anything?"

Harry was relieved for some reason, and thought about it for a while: "He said that I gave him something better, and as long as I love him, I'll let him have whatever he wants." Voldemort narrowed his eyes suddenly, "You love him?"

"...You know it." Harry looked away uncomfortably, and whispered, "He's a part of you."

Voldemort is not very satisfied with this answer, but this is not the time to pursue it. He made a secret note in his heart and suppressed his annoyance, oh, of course he knows how attractive he is when he wants something from others. What Harry saw in his memory should be only a small part.

someday...

Voldemort showed a soft smile: "So you opened your heart to him, but you didn't have your life force absorbed." Those dark red eyes looked at the boy dangerously, and Harry was instinctively uneasy, "It seems so, what's the matter?" Isn't that right?" "No." Voldemort said softly, his eyes resting on the scar on Harry's forehead.He stretched out his fingers and touched the scar lightly.The itchy feeling made Harry a little strange, "When I touched you before, it hurt, didn't it?"

Harry nodded, with some hesitation: "And when you are emotional."

Voldemort remained calm, but there was a guess in his heart that surprised him. "I probably know how the locket gets its power." "Hmm..." Harry bit his lip, and Voldemort's fingers caressing the scar suddenly seemed to have a strange power, and the tingling sensation was amplified a lot, just It was a very gentle touch, but it seemed to be poking at the nerves and touching the soul. Harry gradually felt his heart beat faster, which was a deeper feeling than the overlap of the magic field.

He could almost feel Voldemort's complicated mood, as well as his thoughts at the moment:

—Harry, it turned out to be my seventh Horcrux.

Harry felt this thought almost as soon as it arose, he suddenly widened his eyes, and looked at Voldemort blankly, "I, I am your Horcrux?!"

The Dark Lord pulled his finger away, and the strange feeling disappeared immediately.But Harry's heart was still pounding, and that absurd, slightly panic-stricken feeling hammered his heart, "This... how is this possible..." Harry murmured, he suddenly recalled Professor Dumbledore assigned himself the task of destroying the Horcrux.There was a dimness in Harry's emerald green eyes, and he tried to convince himself that the old man must not have known then that he was one of them.

But when he explained things back then, he was too cryptic and sideways, didn't you always wonder?A small voice came out of his head, and he couldn't get it out of him immediately. Harry was desperately trying to find some reason to refute it, but his damn instinct told himself that it was right.

A kind of sour and astringent sadness came to my heart like a needle prick.

He lowered his head, not wanting Voldemort to see the heat and embarrassment in his eyes.

"...Harry"

Voldemort sighed, and took the boy into his arms - Harry struggled subconsciously, but was forcefully stopped by the man. ——The warmth of the human body made Harry's frozen mind move, and the heartbeat in his ear was so steady and regular—the other party was exposing his most vulnerable part to him.Harry stayed quietly in the man's arms, listening to Voldemort speak slowly and speculatively about the whole thing.

"At that time, I was indeed planning to use the prophesied child as a sacrifice to make a Horcrux. But in the end, you know, the Killing Curse rebounded, and I thought the Horcrux had failed. I didn't expect the split soul to be attached to your body. body."

"Because the magic is interrupted, it does not have consciousness, it is weak and pitiful."

"It was something I didn't expect, and now I know."

"Harry..."

Voldemort placed a light kiss on the boy's forehead, and said softly, "You are the child I marked earlier, with my soul."