[HP]Timepiece Countdown

.However, for the first time in a few days, he noticed that his clothes were covered with dust, grass blades, and blood, and there were also some sticky, unknown things, probably made dirty in the maze.In addition, he was tied up for a long time, and the cold sweat was dry and wet. At this moment, the cloth felt disgusting and itchy to the touch, and it also exuded an indescribable sour smell.

uh, sour smell...

Harry looked back at the door so quickly that he almost twisted his neck.He remembered the movement of Voldemort's nose flapping just now.

Could this be the real reason the Dark Lord had given him the prefect's bathroom?Because he is so dirty?

It has to be said that Harry couldn't bear this kind of speculation at all, even if it was only for a second.A bath filled with hot water and scented bubbles were readily available, so he took off his clothes and soaked in it immediately.In the process, the writing on the chest inevitably hurt his eyes.He gritted his teeth and wiped that piece of skin vigorously, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling brought by the imprint.

But this is bound to be useless.After working hard for a while, Harry got nothing but the bloody chest and the increasingly bright and glaring handwriting.When he let go of his arms in abandonment, he really realized what he was doing before.

Does he need a knife?

Can't heal it with a charm after gouging it out, because then the writing is supposed to grow back?

Several crazy ideas that he wouldn't normally have flashed through Harry's head, but he finally pushed them down.

Even if it can be done out of sight, it is still a temporary solution, not the root cause...

He thought gloomily, spreading his arms and sinking his body below the surface of the water—

The warm water made the sore joints and bruised skin scream together, and he didn't care; his chest was hot, burning like a fire, but he didn't care; but none of them could compare to the pain in the elbow, as if something had been alive torn apart...

Seeing the faint color of blood in the thick foam on the surface of the water, Harry recalled that Wormtail had cut him for blood.He raised the injured hand, not surprisingly, he found that the wound had ruptured, and the thin scabs could not cover the turned out, wet flesh and blood, and the edge was dangerously festered.

Harry cursed to himself.This hand might fester if soaked in water, so he had to grab a white towel and slowly wipe away the water stains, blood stains and pus, while gasping for air, and finally carefully put his arm loosely on the edge of the pool .Even after simple treatment, the injury is difficult to get better, but it is impossible for him to ask Voldemort for this.

After going back and forth like this, the short sleep that Harry had added before was not enough to continue to support his spirit.He was lying on the edge of the pool, thinking about getting up after soaking for a while, but he fell asleep as soon as his eyelids closed.

He walked through a gap in the field fence and saw the crouching, huge Hungarian Horntail at the other end...

Glancing to the right, he saw Cedric lying on the ground twitching, Krum looking down at him...

After he and Cedric dealt with the spider together, the two agreed to hold the Triwizard Cup at the same time...

Harry's body bounced involuntarily, his instinct refusing to look any further.He knew what happened next, and he didn't need to repeat it in his nightmare.

In a room that was so dark that it almost seemed to be able to swallow light, burning white candles were still floating in the air...

He was facing a map, but the center of his line of sight was not the British Isles, but the cold waters far to the north...

But that's not his ultimate destination: where he's going has many long corridors with doors on either side; which door is the thing behind...

"Wake up, Harry!" A voice suddenly exploded in his ears, almost as rude as Aunt Petunia.

Startled, Harry slumped to one side.The slippery feeling under his feet reminded him where he was, and he slammed on the marble surface under his palm.After his body no longer had the tendency to slide into the water, he shook his head and raised his heavy eyelids with difficulty.

"……What?"

He still had some drowsiness left; but after his eyes were in focus, he backed away in fright, jumped up in the bath, and choked on half of the water in the cold. "You...how did you come in?"

No wonder Harry was almost incoherent.Anyone who saw a flat snake's face floating in front of him as soon as he opened his eyes couldn't perform better than him.

Voldemort's face, literally, frowned.Harry thought that the other party must mock his terrified reaction, but after the Dark Lord opened his mouth, he just said, "Stay here obediently. I'll see if you've done what you've done." His expression was calm and his tone was decisive. .

……What's the meaning?

Harry was momentarily bewildered.He jumped a few more times, the soles of his feet touched the marble pool wall, and leaned over, keeping a bath width distance from that terrifying head. "When you said 'obediently' and 'honestly', what exactly are you referring to?" He was suspicious and vigilant, and he couldn't help but suspect that the other party had noticed his previous thoughts, such as wanting to erase the writing on his chest.

Voldemort smirked back. "Empathy," he said, in an overly diplomatic tone, "I hope you don't need me reminding you of this a third time."

Thinking of the time he almost fell into the mud, Harry was speechless for a moment.He stared at Voldemort for a long moment, then suddenly realized something was different, and turned his head quickly—

Sure enough, the deep wound on his arm disappeared, replaced by a tender red scar.

"...you did this?" Harry was dumbfounded, overwhelmed with shock, almost suspecting that Voldemort had changed in his core.

Voldemort's reaction was lukewarm by comparison.His gaze followed, lingering on Harry's chest for a moment, then returning to Harry's face. "Did you hear what I just said?" he asked, neither acknowledging nor denying it.

"... what?" Harry wondered, and then remembered the phrase "stay here". "What do you mean by that?" he asked, trying to get his mind off the question of the century "Is Voldemort healing my wound really only because of the empathy of my soul mate?" "You're implying that you're leaving ?” He suddenly guessed the greatest possibility.

To Harry's surprise, Voldemort nodded without hesitation.

Because the answer came too quickly, Harry felt suspicious instead.He was almost certain that Voldemort knew about his idea of ​​fleeing while the Dark Lord was away; but after discovering this, Voldemort not only didn't lose his temper, but took the initiative to tell him about it? "What do you mean?" He folded his hands on his chest, becoming more and more vigilant.

"I thought I had made my meaning clear." After receiving Harry's glare, Voldemort curled his lips slightly. "If you want to leave here, there is only one possibility."

"Which one?" Harry asked immediately.He didn't quite trust the answers Voldemort was going to have, but an answer might be better than none.

The corners of Voldemort's lips curled up, almost like a smile. "With my permission."

Harry was suddenly flustered.What is the difference between saying this and not saying it? "So is it possible?" He gritted his teeth and asked, unwilling to let his impatience show.

"Who knew?" Voldemort snorted, and Harry was sure it was all sarcasm. "It's almost time," he looked up, as if he could see directly through the ceiling, "I think I should go too."

"and many more!"

Voldemort's face turned back to him, impatience evident. "Do you have any questions?"

Harry is stuck.He hadn't thought of anything just now, calling to stop the Dark Lord was completely out of instinct.But he won't admit this, especially when the other party's face already shows "I knew you wanted to add meaningless chaos". "You're not going to just leave, are you?" His head was spinning rapidly, "Who are the guards left behind?"

Voldemort blinked in surprise.Then he backed away—to be precise, the head floated higher from the horizontal line slightly above Harry's line of sight, and the neck, torso, and limbs then condensed like smoke and finally became solid.

"That's a good guess," the Dark Lord, who finally showed up, praised with a smirk, "I think you should be rewarded for this." He raised his hand, and the four solid walls fell like curtains, revealing the outside. the weather.

"What—" Harry looked at the changes around him in amazement.Across a bath, he was surrounded by deep water and dense forests.It was dark, obviously; Voldemort was going out at this time, certainly not doing something above board, but...

Before Harry could finish thinking, Voldemort's voice sounded again. "Come out and say hello to Harry," he said, squatting on the short edge of the bath, with a chuckle in his voice, "my dear girl."

……girl?Where is the girl from?

Harry looked suspiciously in the direction of Voldemort's gaze, only to see a dark and calm surface of the water.Just as he was about to ask where the person was, a change appeared in the distance illuminated by the candlelight: ripples swayed round and round, but they were not the usual circles, but S-shaped.

this is……

"Wow!"

The moment Harry felt the hairs on his back stand up, a bloody mouth burst out.At the same time as the water splashed, it also brought out a stench that is unique to the mouth of carnivores.

Although it only showed a triangular head, Harry could still see that the snake was big enough to swallow a person alive without any problem.He was almost stunned, and for a moment he didn't think to wipe off the splashed water droplets on his face.

Voldemort turned away, as if pleased with what he saw. "Nagini." He pointed to the swaying water surface, as if he thought this was a perfect meeting ceremony. "Surely you'd make a good choice for yourself, Harry?"

Harry read the threat in the words, and the rage rushed to the top of his head immediately.He couldn't take it any longer, he had had enough...but before he actually hit the table, his body faithfully conveyed the cold feeling to him.He lowered his head slowly, desperately realizing that he hadn't put on any clothes yet, and the thick foam on the water surface had almost dissipated long ago.

So he's all seen as soon as he wakes up, eh?Or earlier, when Voldemort had healed his arm wound?

"You don't have to worry about that," Voldemort answered Harry's unspoken guess without a pause, as if he had been lurking in Harry's head. "I can assure you that I don't want those words any more than you do."

Sure enough, he was discovered...

Remembering how quickly Voldemort had dodged him, Harry wiped his face in frustration, not wanting to dwell on the sarcasm in the Dark Lord's remark.The movement touched the still sore arm muscles, he raised his eyes again, and shouted angrily: "You neither kill me nor want me, so what the hell are you doing leaving me in this place?"

Voldemort pursed his lips.That was on point, since he really hadn't decided what to do with the boy.The situation was too complicated, and it would take time to sort it out; but he didn't have much time, let alone the Auror, Dumbledore might come to him at any time.It's not that he's afraid of a fight with the old bee, but the problem is that he can't reveal the fact of his resurrection at the moment.

It's not yet the time, the time for the Dark Lord to return in a legitimate way...

"Maybe..." murmured Voldemort, closing his mouth again when he realized he had said it.He didn't say anything else, and quickly turned the house back to normal, except to give Harry a deep look before disapparating.

The first few times, Harry didn't know what Voldemort was going to do, so he could only vent his anger by punching the water.Thinking that there was a big snake more than ten feet long watching him in the black water outside, he felt even more resentful.

Chapter 8

Although full of fear, Harry crawled out of the bath as quickly as a wounded person at the thought that he might not have a better chance than the present.He originally wanted to put on the clothes he had taken off, but as soon as he got close, the smell from them almost made him fall backwards.After hesitating for a moment, he gave up his previous plan and picked up a large enough white bath towel to tie it around his body.

Maybe he still has time to wash his clothes after studying the little black room, after all, what the Dark Lord is going to do doesn't look like a quick fix...

Harry thought uncertainly, pushed open the bathroom door, and returned to the previous room.It's still the same: black, thick, natural stone walls, not to mention windows, not even a gap.Except for another door, of course—

He walked a few steps quickly until he stood in front of the door.Although Voldemort never used it in front of his eyes, there was no doubt that the door was his best hope of escape.The echo of the door panel was not as dull as knocking on the stone wall, indicating that there was another space behind.He didn't know if there was another door there, after all, the current problem was how to open the one in front of him.

Alahoo hole open?

Well worth a try if the holly wand is available.

But he didn't even have a tree branch at hand.All that's left is...

Harry couldn't help touching the slightly rough door panel.It didn't feel very solid, and he encouraged himself in his heart, maybe it's really feasible to bump it?

boom!

Boom!

Bang bang bang!

Bang-!

Harry kicked at first, but the door wouldn't budge.Then hit it with your body, but it still didn't move.Finally he got annoyed and ran all the way from the bathroom.The door hinge did make a toothsome creak under the tremendous inertia, but it still - disturbingly - held its position.

After trying for a long time but without the slightest result, Harry was a little frustrated.Voldemort dared to tell him before leaving, which meant that the other party had indeed made various preparations to prevent him from escaping.This matter will not be easy, he has to think of other ways...

But until he fell asleep against the wall, Harry couldn't think of a new, practical solution.Instead, he had another inexplicable dream——

He flew on the dark and boundless sea; the cold and salty wind whistled sharply in his ears, but he enjoyed this feeling...

A tall silhouette of a building loomed in front of him.It was different from the buildings Harry had seen before; it was completely built in the sea, there was not even a hole in the outer wall for ventilation, and it was surrounded by stormy waves...

Some terrible voices came mixed with the sound of the wind and waves, just listening to it made people feel hairy on the back, but he moved closer indifferently.He didn't stop until his field of vision was completely occupied by the eerie tower-like building—still suspended in the air—raised his right hand.The wand of death shone eerily green at his pale fingertips, but he couldn't help noticing the harsh writing on his index finger—

"Kill me if you can!"

Harry woke up with a start, sweating coldly.That was Voldemort's mark, why did he dream of Voldemort?Moreover, dreaming of Voldemort is nothing more than that, his vision is completely seen from Voldemort's eyes.He seemed to be attached to Voldemort, he seemed to be Voldemort...

Connection, or Empathy?

Those two words flashed through Harry's mind immediately.He wasn't sure which, but it seemed like he could actually find out what his soulmate was up to, if only in a dream.

Then he remembered the second half of the previous dream, the part about the map, the ocean, and the corridor.If what he dreamed was what Voldemort saw at the time, then the map and the ocean could indeed match up; according to the sequence, if Voldemort succeeds this time, will he go to those corridors next time?

Harry didn't know why Voldemort didn't let his men run the errands for him, but did it himself.But it does illustrate one thing: Voldemort is looking for something bigger than Death Eaters, and a lot more important.This is probably one of the reasons why he can survive until now, and that thing—no matter what it is—is most likely related to him.

Although Harry still didn't want to admit it, it was a firm fact that he and the Dark Lord were soul mates.Besides, there must have been some strange, extraordinary connection between them; otherwise Voldemort wouldn't have tried to kill him as a baby, and his wand wouldn't have cracked sparks in Voldemort's hands.

Thinking of this, Harry subconsciously touched the lightning scar on his forehead.In the cemetery, when Voldemort appeared, it hurt like it was going to burst; but in the last two dreams, he saw what Voldemort saw, and the scar didn't move at all...

What does this represent?

Did Voldemort really change his mind and not want to kill him?

Harry dropped his hands again and looked around.Whatever prompted Voldemort's change of attitude, the Dark Lord was the murderer of his parents - and now Cedric was added.He shouldn't be too focused on studying the Dark Lord's thoughts, but should think about how to escape so that he can continue to fight against him.

They were mortal enemies, there was no doubt about it; if one had to say that soul mates meant something between them, it was probably limited to making him aware of Voldemort's movements.

Even though Harry was so determined, he couldn't find any possible holes in the house.He tapped here and there, listening; several times he thought he heard something unusual, but it could have been just the wind, or Voldemort's pet snake thumping the water.In the end, he curled up in a corner and fell asleep unknowingly, tired and hungry.

What woke Harry up was the smell of food.He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw a familiar silver plate not far away; a little farther away, Voldemort was sitting in an armchair and staring at him, his eyes full of evaluation.Seeing Harry's body move slightly, the corners of his mouth pulled down: "I said earlier that you prefer corners, so I wouldn't waste that bed."

Harry dismissed the obvious sarcasm in the remark. "Are you back?" He asked knowingly, pinching his thigh secretly with his hand under the bath towel, so as to speed up his waking up, "Is it dawn?"

Voldemort must have sensed Harry's little gesture, because he gave Harry a disgusted look. "Silly way, boy."

It was obviously useless to argue with the Dark Lord whether he was stupid or not, Harry still asked persistently, "Is it daylight?"

Voldemort seemed to find the reaction uninteresting. "If you must know—" he replied drawlingly, pointing to the ceiling with his wand.

Harry noticed keenly that the writing on the other's index finger disappeared again.The scene he saw in the dream was obviously dangerous, but judging from Voldemort's unchanged attitude and appearance, everything was going horribly well.Looking up again, he saw a cloudy sky, just like the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Although the Dark Lord cooperated unreasonably, Harry became more and more gloomy.It would be great if the other party could save some time in letting him go... He thought of this impossible thing and stood up.As soon as Voldemort appeared, the towel made him feel insecure, and he couldn't help but clutch the corners of it.

This kind of thinking would obviously be noticed by Voldemort, and Harry was ready to be ridiculed.But until he finished his breakfast, the person opposite did not say a word.

That's weird...

Harry glanced over and was surprised to find that Voldemort was looking at him with that judgmental look again, and the two eyes did not avoid their eyes. "What do you want?" He put down his knife and fork and asked suspiciously.

Voldemort didn't answer right away.With a wave of his hand, the silver platter of knives and forks disappeared. "I just want to know," he said slowly, "whether all the fourth years at Hogwarts now have the same magical abilities as you."

Although the Dark Lord didn't say it outright, Harry heard it anyway. "You think I'm poor at magic?" he asked, exasperated and frustrated.

"Not 'I think,' Harry," replied Voldemort tactfully. "It should be so."

Harry reflexively wanted to refute.But then he realized that Voldemort might have caught him trying to open the door the Muggle way.At this point, he really has no tenable basis.

But then again, what could he do without a wand?Or if he blows up that door like he did with Aunt Marge before, will he prove his ability?

"It seems that you are not without self-knowledge." Voldemort said again, full of regret.

Harry didn't know what to regret about it, and could only assume it was the Dark Lord's new way of taunting. "Whether I have magical ability, whether I have self-knowledge, what does it matter to you?" He choked back aggressively.

However, to Harry's surprise, Voldemort didn't take the opportunity to be sarcastic. "That's right, it was my mistake to overestimate your role." He calmly admitted, as if he was really disappointed, "If this is the case, then I have no choice but to..."

Harry pricked up his ears, but he didn't hear the crucial part after that. "Then what can I do?" He couldn't help asking.

Voldemort said nothing.Judging by the look on his face, he'd made up his mind, but wasn't going to tell Harry, at least not yet. "You don't seem to like this place very much." He abruptly brought up a different topic.

"Try being locked up here instead?" Harry replied angrily.

Voldemort's reply was to give Harry a look, with a kind of inscrutable never before.Then, he stood up and disappeared through the wall.

Harry stared at the blank wall for a moment before he was sure Voldemort would not appear again.While he was relieved, he became more and more confused.What did the Dark Lord really seem to want him to do?But what is there that the Death Eater can't catch, and only he can help Voldemort?

Chapter 9

Voldemort did make a decision about going to the Ministry of Magic himself to get the Prophecy Orb.

He didn't have this plan until he learned from Rookwood that only the people mentioned in the prophecy could pick up the prophecy ball.Merlin testified that he hadn't expected this trouble before he went to Azkaban.

The only people mentioned in the prophecy are him and the boy.This discouraged him from sending Death Eaters to do the job; on the other hand, the boy alone was not going to be able to break through the Ministry of Magic's barriers.

Of course, he could have the Death Eaters clear the way for Harry, and he'd even thought of no fewer than ten ways.But no matter what it is, it will take a lot of time, and he has no time...

Voldemort thought of Dumbledore again, the culprit who made him have to speed up.Even he had to admit, however, that Dumbledore and the Aurors were preoccupied with tracking Harry down, creating pressure on him to be discovered while also giving him the perfect opportunity to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic.It didn't do much for him to kidnap the boy. Apart from discovering some facts that should have been noticed long ago, there were only unexpected noises.

Boys who don't do much...

Voldemort thought again of what Harry had said.

Neither kill him nor want him.

Although most of the boy's emotions are anger, it cannot be said that there is no grievance.

However, for the Dark Lord, this is also a helpless move.Who would have thought that the supposed mortal enemy was actually a soul mate?Who would have thought that the death curse meant to kill the boy split his soul again, and the split piece happened to fall on the boy?Who would have thought that the cores of the wands of the two people who were supposed to be incompatible were actually exactly the same?

Although Voldemort hadn't had the time to figure out what the core wand meant, he had never heard of such a thing before.Rare basically equals accident, and he's had enough of accident, especially when it comes to boys.

Can't kill people, even if he has multiple Horcruxes, he can't waste them like this; as for closing...

As long as Dumbledore is still alive, this matter cannot be implemented smoothly.Besides, it was really troublesome to keep the boy locked up unless he was restrained with the Imperius Curse first.This is a good idea, and it can solve the soul mate problem by the way...

But Voldemort changed his mind decisively in the next second.There is no other reason - if he wants to make a comeback, he must first accumulate enough strength in the dark.It's a pity that the boy is almost equivalent to a moving target, the target is huge, and leading him may expose his behavior and possessions all the time.

Then there is only one way left...

Realizing that he had no choice, a deep furrow formed between Voldemort's brows.The Ministry of Magic, which controls official public opinion, still doesn't believe that he has been resurrected. This is a perfect opportunity and must not be ruined because of the boy.Moreover, if he can successfully obtain all the prophecies, he may find that the only remaining method is the best method...

Such thoughts were preoccupied with Voldemort's mind as long as he could see Harry.He had a vague premonition earlier, but now he has made the final decision.Therefore, he just pretended that he didn't hear Harry's idea of ​​blowing up the door.Leaving aside whether the boy could do it, even if the boy couldn't do it, he could only let him go: full beard and tail, without any trace of torture from head to toe.Only in this way can Fudge firmly believe that Dumbledore is lying and continue to cause trouble for the Order of the Phoenix relentlessly.

Later that day, Crouch Jr. got the Auror roster and a relatively detailed map of the floors of the Ministry of Magic.

"...There is a lot of chaos, master. The Triwizard Tournament made such a big mess, the French and the Austrians wanted a reasonable explanation, and Fudge was devastated by it. The staff of the Department of International Magical Cooperation wished they had more hands I don’t have time to pay attention to whether I am their colleague or not.”

Voldemort was studying the map and cared little about the details of its acquisition. "Very good." He hardly paid attention to the words when he said this. "You can rest tonight."

Crouch Jr. did not take orders immediately. "Don't you need me to stay here at night, Master?"

"It doesn't matter, I have Nagini." Voldemort replied casually, picked up the duty list again, and looked around quickly - the closest good time was six hours later, at midnight.Ziye... "Have you seen all these things?" He asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, master." Little Crouch bowed deeply, "No matter what you order, I am always on standby."

"Since you say that..." Voldemort finally pulled his thoughts out of the parchment, thinking that it might be safer to hide with a Death Eater in charge of letting the wind out. "There is an operation in the night, and the Dark Lord will call you at that time."

With the permission he wanted, Crouch Jr. happily resigned.

The room fell silent again.Voldemort sketched on the map, considering the breakthrough method of each layer of protection one by one.It wasn't until a foolproof route was roughly formed in his mind that he raised his eyes, rolled up the map and put it in the wide sleeve of his robe.

After all this was done, he suddenly realized that he was not disturbed at all while thinking.

Harry is surprisingly peaceful today...

After this idea came up, Voldemort was distracted—across the wall, the boy was sleeping soundly, probably because he was tossing around for most of the night.

It would be too naive to try to open the door with brute force, does he look like someone who would leave such a big opening?Anyway, he too grew up in the Muggle world...

Voldemort was a little funny at first, but when he thought of the orphanage, those miserly smiles disappeared immediately, leaving only indifference.He shook his head, put the past behind him, opened the door and walked in.

The occupants of the bed did not respond to the arrival of the Dark Lord.Voldemort approached silently and didn't stop until he reached the edge of the bed.The boy's messy black hair was sticking out, his lips opened and closed slightly with his breathing, and his round-rimmed glasses were thrown aside indiscriminately.Although he was sleeping soundly, the unstretched eyebrows and the tense half-clenched fists all showed that he was not sleeping peacefully.

The boy was the Dark Lord's destined and sworn enemy.

The boy was also the Dark Lord's destined soul mate.

Thinking of such bad things as unsuccessful Horcruxes, Voldemort had to have a real headache.If he had a choice, he certainly didn't want to put his Horcrux under Dumbledore's nose.The reason why he made such a decision was because of an indestructible premise——

Even Dumbledore couldn't kill Harry, that's literally what he said.

But Voldemort quickly denied the previous idea.No no, if he had a choice, he wouldn't make the mistake of accidentally creating a new Horcrux.

At this moment, Harry rolled over in his sleep, muttering something vaguely.

Voldemort didn't bother to tell, but he guessed that the name mentioned probably belonged to one of the boy's friends.He didn't want to look into it, but Harry grew closer to him, even brushing the back of his hand with his fingertips as they fell off the edge of the bed.

The slightly higher body temperature of others was fleeting, and at the same time, it was accompanied by another kind of heat that was no longer unfamiliar.

Voldemort's thin lips were drawn into a straight line.For a moment, he stared directly at Harry's face, but the focus soon shifted to the row of writing that had been exposed by his restless sleeping position.

It was a true two-way marker that they belonged to each other.

Although he had verified the authenticity with his own hands, Voldemort still felt that this matter was too absurd.Not to mention the indelible blood feud, not to mention the diametrically opposed beliefs, the age gap that cannot be ignored is enough to remind him of the insurmountable gap between the two——

The boy wasn't even underage at all!

Voldemort could no more succumb to such a fate than he could succumb to the mortal fate of men.Unexpectedly, he leaned over slightly, and followed the slightly hideous strokes with his fingertips, continuing the unfinished part——

Avada Kedavra

It's a wonderfully satirical script.When he went to Godric's Hollow alone, he was filled with secret excitement, thinking that he was about to eliminate the last threat on the road to eternal life; but it was not until today, many years later, that he discovered that the truth that had been carelessly ignored made him commit a crime. A fatal error occurred.If he had met Harry back then—a touch the size of a fingernail would do—he probably wouldn't be in the dilemma he's in now.

No, it is too early to draw such a conclusion.Voldemort corrected himself in his heart, he could have waited until he had obtained all the prophecies before making the final judgment...

The fingers were suddenly clenched, and Voldemort's mind was immediately broken.For a split second, he thought Harry had woken up when he wasn't looking; it wasn't until the next split second that he realized it was just his worry.The boy's eyes were still closed, but he grasped his right hand with unerring precision, with a force that was considerable for a sleeping man.

Voldemort struggled, only to realize that the body of his hand was trembling slightly.He thought it was because the boy felt cold or something else, but when he noticed the brows of the other party gradually flattened, he realized what happened——

As a soul mate, his touch had a powerful soothing effect on Harry.

——This is really hell!

Voldemort withdrew his hand as if scalded.There was so much movement that he suspected the boy might have woken up.But Harry just grunted twice, turned over again, and tried to bow himself into a shrimp again.

Although he knew that these were all unconscious instincts, when Voldemort looked at Harry, he suddenly thought of what it would mean for the boy to leave him and go back to school.

Safety?free?Pleasure?

Safety should be affirmative, after all, there may be no place that is more dangerous than the Dark Lord; freedom is questionable, after all, Dumbledore probably already knows that Harry is his Horcrux; pleasure may be even more unreliable, as far as what has happened so far In terms of the fact and the boy's curiosity, Dumbledore couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

The boy is visibly wary of their relationship beyond the ordinary, and if he knows the truth...

Voldemort hooked his sharp thin lips without sympathy, and didn't think about it any further.If he had to make compromises, it didn't make sense that Harry wouldn't have to face an increasingly difficult situation.As for the future...

He raised his face slightly, and looked at the sky magic whose roof had not been removed.Although you don't need to look at him to know——

The night is as dark as ink, and the time that belongs only to the Dark Lord has come again.

Chapter 10

when harry opens