Doomed to be an enemy

"The eagle spreads its wings!"

A spell hit the cup, and it immediately turned into a grey-backed falcon. It opened its mouth and let out a cry, and flew up neatly.

"It looks pretty good."

Watching it fly around the bedroom, Harry finally felt a little better.He maliciously turned the Transfiguration guide into a piebald snake, whose gray and black scales made it look dangerous.But the little snake with only long arms was not deterrent at all. The eagle watched cautiously in the air for a while, then swooped down and grabbed the snake neatly in its claws, biting the snake's vitals with its sharp beak. Together, they appear quite embarrassed and brutal.

Harry opened his mouth slightly and glanced at the feathers scattered all over the bed. "Okay, okay! The spell stops immediately!" Harry was a little annoyed when the spell went awry, poking a hole in the bed sheet.He narrowed his eyes and stared at the two animals that were still entwined, and his heart moved: "Call God to protect you!"

The wand sprayed bright silver mist, and the most dazzling silver snake danced across the sky. It lowered its head and stared at the two on the bed, its body more than ten feet long cast a light shadow on it.The sudden lack of light caused the two "little" animals to slow down inexplicably. When they looked up, they froze together.

The silvery snakes were graceful and beautiful, with ruby ​​eyes watching them dangerously, close enough to swallow them with one mouth.The urge to laugh faded away again as soon as Harry caught sight of its eyes.As if sensing his mood, the patron saint swam around the boy with his slender body, raised his head and approached him gracefully.Harry felt as if he were surrounded by warm water, and for a moment he almost thought the Patronus was a living entity.

The two animals instinctively wanted to flee, and Harry shook his head away from the feeling, hitting them with two quick and precise spells.The snake was transformed back into a book, the eagle into a drinking cup--it was dimpled--and the feathers of the bed were reduced to tiny splinters of porcelain.

Wordlessly, Harry cleaned it all up with his wand.The crumpled sheets became smooth again.During this process, the patron saint had been watching peacefully. Harry took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, looking at the big snake that was also swimming over, "Why are you still here?" He unconsciously reached out his hand to touch its warm Body.

Nothing but warmth.

Harry saw its already illusory body solidify again due to his approach, and he became a little interested, and he continued to output magic power.The silver light suddenly lit up, and Harry stopped quickly.The Patronus became more detailed and lifelike, and as it approached, its nose nuzzled the boy's cheek, and Harry suddenly felt something touch his face.

"Is it because I don't want you to disappear?"

Harry understood a little bit, and slowly lay down on the bed, the big snake also fell down, its tail gently shrugged and pulled on the bed.It can't speak, but it quietly accompanies him.The slender body draped over the boy's waist, the tip of its tail curled towards his legs, Harry dodged a little, and it squeezed in between, hooking his dodging legs as well, tenderly and unquestioningly.He rested his head on Harry's shoulder, watching him quietly.

Harry blushed a little, but more warmly.

"I shouldn't be upset. There must be a way, right?" he whispered.The long distance Apparating was tiring, and it didn't take long for Harry to close his eyes wearily. The boy was fast asleep when Voldemort arrived.He stepped lightly, looking unexpectedly at Harry who was surrounded and accompanied by the patron saint snake.

Harry...

Voldemort called silently.Slowly approaching the dazzling golden red bed.The Patronus was also looking at him, and after a while, Voldemort moved his lips and said softly, "Leave him." The silver Patronus raised its head and seemed to be staring at him.A moment later, Voldemort came to the other side of the bed, took off his robe and put his wand away, and under the gaze of the Patronus, he turned into a serpent with black scales of the same size.Black magic power floats on each scale, reflecting the mysterious blue light.It opened its eyes, a pair of dark red snake pupils looked very cold, Voldemort hid his fangs, climbed onto the bed, and got under the quilt unceremoniously.The patron saint tilted his head, and slowly disappeared into a silver mist.

Harry was dreaming, and the scenery in front of him was receding rapidly, as fast as a broomstick.He heard the sound of wings flapping in his ears, and the large grassland slid past in front of him, and he passed by in the low sky like a leaf.He missed the fragrance of the grass, so he fell down suddenly, and his ears became the rustling sound of feet on the ground, occasionally with a little accent, but the speed was not slow at all.

The blowing wind cannot extinguish the heat on the body, this is a steady stream of power, and it is destined to never be changed.Suddenly, the kind of heat that could easily make one's temper angry was replaced by a little bit of coldness.Something was clinging to his body - this made the speed in front of him slower and slower, and the dream became more and more blurred.

Finally, he lowered his head, only a handful of golden flying hairs flashed in front of his eyes, and the dream was over.

Harry opened his eyes and pressed his forehead with a low moan, sore, tired... it made him just want to turn over and sleep for a while.However, a strange sense of tightness woke him up, and he turned his head to look sideways with difficulty.The black snake's head rested on his shoulders, and the ruby-like eyes made Harry's hand holding his wand stop, and his tense body gradually relaxed.

"woke up?"

The black snake spat out a pitch-black snake letter, and said softly.

"Voldemort?" Harry looked at him in amazement, "How did you become like this?" He couldn't help boldly reaching out to touch the scales of the black snake.It was smooth and cold, and Harry flinched, taking a while to get used to it. "You're in a bad mood, I thought you would like my form." Black Snake let more scales touch the boy's arm without any shyness, hissing in a lazy tone.

"Instead of cuddling an imaginary Patronus." The tip of his tail slid over the boy's calf.

Harry was a little embarrassed, "You've seen it all." Voldemort grinned and hissed, "Of course, you were already asleep when I came here." Black Snake raised his head and looked down at Harry, "Are you still worrying about Are you unhappy about the Horcrux?"

The blissful light in Harry's emerald eyes gradually settled.

"I don't know." Looking into Voldemort's ruby-like eyes—he was staring at him intently and listening carefully, Harry sighed, not knowing what it was like, "So many wizards choose to believe me, but in the end it's hard for them The most dangerous thing is me...it sounds like Merlin's joke."

"Harry, you're not dangerous."

Voldemort lowered his head to touch his cheek, the scales of the snake were icy cold, Harry felt that the cold feeling was too cold after calming down the hot magic. "Living horcruxes are different from object horcruxes. One must be cautious when dealing with souls. I don't like taking risks—it is undeniable that I am delighted by this." Voldemort's hissing snake language was hoarse, "It makes us stronger than this." Closer than any wizard in the world."

Harry pursed his lips, and raised his hand to press his head, which could only see his chin, against his chest, causing Voldemort to hiss in dissatisfaction. "So you are not sure to take it back, and you don't want to take it back."

"I didn't mean to upset you, my boy, I'm sorry about that." Voldemort adjusted a comfortable angle, and the snake letter slyly swept across Harry's palm—the sudden tingle made him shrink back immediately, Voldemort Sliding out of the boy's palm, he slowly raised his head, maintaining an angle where they could look at each other as equals, "Harry, I won't use it for anything this time, I promise."

Harry looked at the pupils of the black snake's eyes which were close at hand, there was no joke in them.

It was a lure from the dark, Harry thought, and he shouldn't believe it.He stretched out his hand to touch the icy scales, and slowly moved to the neck—the snake's vitals. Voldemort's snake body stiffened, but it didn't stop Harry from moving, even though it was very uncomfortable.The boy's fingertips exerted a little force, and the big snake's tail instinctively wobbled in pain, but Voldemort raised his head, "You should use more force, little boy. This way you won't be able to strangle me." Even if his vitals were pinched, Voldemort still Calm, lazy tone, not caring at all.

For the first time, Harry's emerald green eyes showed a kind of extreme seriousness; "I want to believe you. And I hope you, don't lie to me." For a moment, the force Harry exerted made Voldemort's breath stop, and he suddenly realized that this was the boy The bottom line was reached, he had never seen Harry so determined.Even if he had faced a powerful wizard like himself alone, been tortured and threatened with death, he had never shown such an expression...like a gambler throwing all his chips——Voldemort always looked down on this kind of person, but at this moment he was staring at him closely. Looking at the boy you like.

"I will." He nodded slightly.

Although the strength of the opponent is great, it is far from being a threat.What disturbed Voldemort's heart was Harry's mood swings transmitted from the Horcrux.

Decisive, sad, and subtle... looking forward to.

Voldemort was a little frustrated, was he just so insecure?Does the majestic Dark Lord still need to use Horcruxes and emotions?The fingers on his throat were slowly loosened, and Voldemort shook his head. Even so, he was still unwilling to take out this piece of soul - even if there was a way.Come to think of it, that bypasses the boy's Occlumency, through which he's sure to grab Harry's heart, no matter what—

Voldemort paused suddenly, his dark red snake eyes narrowed slightly annoyed.

He suddenly realized that Harry's worries were not groundless. Voldemort always liked to maximize his profits, and he subconsciously knew that Harry, as a Horcrux, would no longer be a hidden danger to the Order of the Phoenix.He acted vaguely with this attitude, and was delighted to strengthen his connection with Harry, everything was in his hands, wasn't he? Voldemort frowned deeply in his heart, spurning his behavior for the first time, and carefully threw that inflated ego deep into his mind.

Harry let go of his hand slowly, and the big snake slid across the skin without a sound - when the icy snake body stopped, its lower jaw rested sluggishly on the boy's soft shoulders.