[HP]Timepiece Countdown

Voldemort suspected he had never been so conscious of what he was doing.

A tower in a foreign country is by no means a good place for intimacy, let alone someone watching the night not far below.But that's what he did: one hand was pressed on the back of the boy's head, forcing the boy to bear his brutal plunder without reservation; the other hand firmly controlled the boy's waist, making their wet and hot bodies barely Intermittently arrived at one place.

He knew his gesture was strong enough to border on rude—Harry's glasses had been thrown aside without looking at him, and the corner of his lip must have been bitten off—but it didn't look unwelcome at the moment.The beast lurking inside him howled and broke free from the chains, and the boy was not much different from him: Harry's breathing was as if he was about to suffocate, his hands fumbled wildly and unconsciously around their waists, trying to use them as fast as possible. All the obstacles in his way could be resolved with the speed of his work; and he could not say that he did not appreciate the effort.

Distraught, or at least that's what his body said.But he still remembered who he was trying to drive into Stonewall: his destined mate, and his destined enemy.

In order to become the one who survived the prophecy, he has made a lot of preparations, including how to avoid today's situation.But the truth is, every time he thought he was going to win, it was a failure, and what he desperately wanted to escape finally happened——

They all seem to have their own will in the dark, and they all seem to be unchangeable destiny even if they try their best.

A sudden daze struck Voldemort.He has always known his goal, he can do anything to achieve it, and he firmly believes that it is great and unsurpassable.But at this moment, at this moment, he had a vague doubt about whether he had chosen a wrong path before——

Otherwise, why is he screaming all over his body to stop thinking about it and just focus on the present moment?It's as if this is the only thing that is the most important and correct in the world... Don't say there is no resistance at all, he just can't wait...

Voldemort couldn't help but bite Harry impulsively again, and the boy let out a cry of pain that only the two of them knew.A faint smell of blood permeated the air, but it didn't affect any of them; if it had to be said, it would be even more exciting——

Harry finally got rid of the fabric that was in the way between the two, and Voldemort got his coveted shoulder and neck as he wished.The hot air continuously evaporated from their bodies, almost condensing into substance in the cold moonlight.

Then, that same dull pain, warm and soft, that had been tried, swept over Voldemort's head again.The Dark Lord was lingering on those collarbones, which were delicious at first glance, and the dull pain only stopped the movement of his mouth for a very short moment——

The boy seems to have forgotten his Occlumency again... that's normal, otherwise he should doubt his own charm...

In fact, dull pain doesn't matter, it's within his tolerance... To be honest, as long as he can ignore the painful part, the remaining enthusiasm will only make him more vigorous...

But when it comes to headaches, whether they are sharp or blunt, in essence, they should all be the same kind...

If there was a common source among all these pains... a source he had never had nor understood...

He hardly worried about anyone, and he never felt sad for anyone... This difference may be the main reason for his pain...

Combining the current situation with the inferences that had been drawn before, Voldemort suddenly froze.Because the answer is so obvious that it is almost ready to come out, and there is only one——

Love.

Like synchronous induction, Harry increased the strength in his hands at this moment.Both of them stepped forward involuntarily, and soon there was a lingering smell of glue and mixture in the air.

It seemed like it was all over, but no one moved or spoke.Voldemort held Harry in his arms for a long time, and Harry buried his face deep in his shoulders, wrapping his arms around his waist.Part of the reason for this may be that it is not easy to face the fact that it is freshly baked and sticky, and more of it is because the Dark Devil felt an extra touch on the side of his neck that cannot be ignored——

Hot, wet|drenched, making him feel like he's in a mess...

It was passionate sweat and silent sobs.

Voldemort found he wasn't sure he wanted to know the reason behind it.He can probably guess a few, but he suspects that whether it is correct or not, he should not be the first to mention it.Fortunately, in just a moment, Harry's mood gradually stabilized.Aware of this, he silently muttered a restoration spell, then moved away from the boy.

Probably because the tingling disappeared too abruptly, Harry's reaction to this was to touch the corner of his lips, and then the junction of his shoulder and neck.Voldemort caught a glimpse and almost couldn't help himself again—he had just left quite a few brightly colored marks on it, though they were gone now.Then, he noticed the slightly red corners of the boy's eyes.It seems that it is wise to continue to remain silent...

"You..." Harry was the first to break the silence on the quadrangular tower.He raised his eyelids to stare at Voldemort, and then quickly lowered them, the flush on his cheeks still not completely fading. "Can you change your appearance back?" His voice was low as if he was cramped and nervous.

The first sentence was actually such a request, and Voldemort never thought of it.In fact, it took him two seconds to figure out which face Harry was referring to by "turning back".It stands to reason that the boy would prefer him as Tom Riddle, but the general opinion is that the face he's wearing is as handsome as the face he once had, so...

Voldemort removed the Transfiguration Charm silently, while carefully observing the boy's reaction——

He guessed right.

Seeing those red vertical pupils, Harry breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.Facing an unfamiliar handsome face, he always had the unreal feeling that he was about to step into the air with his next kick. "Just now……"

"Beforehand, don't expect me to apologize for that," Voldemort said before Harry could finish.

Harry froze for a moment, his face immediately flushed red. "I didn't say that!" After the words fell, he could appreciate the hidden meaning in it, and the embarrassment immediately turned into anger: "Do you think I regret it?"

Voldemort responded with a small shrug.

Harry was upset and stared at the man for a while.He knew that his last performance was indeed questionable, but honestly, if he had really explained the source of those tears, Voldemort would have turned away and he would never find him again.In the end, he could only emphasize emphatically: "Anyway, I will be responsible for what I do!"

"You mean..." Voldemort narrowed his eyes.He wanted to say that the non-emotional intimacy is actually a win-win for both of them, but he gave up again when the words came to his mouth - thinking about it with his toes, the boy would only be furious when he heard this proposal. "That doesn't sound bad."

Harry cast a skeptical look at the obvious diversionary, understated sentence. "What are you thinking again?"

Voldemort responded innocently. "No," he replied with an unchanged face, deliberately misinterpreting Harry's meaning, "I'm only here to get back what I deserve."

"What do you deserve?" Harry's eyes widened.He had suspected earlier that there might be some rare magical item in the Evermany, but he didn't expect the Dark Lord to admit it voluntarily.

"Salazar Slytherin's wand." Voldemort showed a determined expression. "I asked you to leave here earlier from the bottom of my heart." When he said this, he tilted his head, with a half-smile on his face, "You don't want to be suspected of being the culprit, do you?"

It was an answer Harry hadn't expected.According to what Dumbledore told him, the Dark Lord is the only remaining descendant of Slytherin. The most obvious evidence is that the Dark Lord inherited the talent of Parseltongue from his blood.He originally wanted to stop the other party no matter what, but it turned out that this really seemed to be something the other party deserved...

Voldemort seemed to read Harry's mental activity from Harry's frown. "Okay, you already know my purpose." He spread his hands towards Harry with a look of extreme helplessness, "Are you still insisting on staying here? I guess, the reputation of being a thief must be good for the Aurors. Bad promotion."

Harry glared at the man, not wanting to admit that he was choked almost speechless. "No!" He refused without thinking, "I guess, I have already told you the reason I used to stay!"

There is indeed such a reason, "I like you" or something...

Voldemort's cheek muscles twitched slightly.If he'd thought it was a terribly lame excuse the first time Harry made that claim, he couldn't help but believe it now.A magical resonance triggered by accident...a familiar pain born of love...a straightforward bodily response...

He certainly knows how to deal with admirers, but he's never dealt with this type.Even with a pile of evidence piled up under his nose, he still couldn't help but wonder how this incredible thing happened——

Obviously they were mortal enemies from the beginning, weren't they?

Then, he made too many mistakes; by the time he realized it, he hadn't been able to kill the boy.

The situation reached a stalemate, but he thought that the worst outcome was that he left England.

He did that; but even if he went to the ends of the earth and the boys vowed to find him, he couldn't explain why he had the impulse just now and finally put it into practice...

He really wasn't going to apologize for it, and Harry admitted he didn't regret it.

What the hell are they both doing? !

Voldemort's forehead throbbed with pain, just like many times before.At this moment, he was extremely reluctant to think about the meaning behind the pain, so he simply walked away.

During this short interval, Harry had calmed down.He watched as the figure of the Dark Lord faded away, biting his lips tightly together.When he could no longer see, his fingers unconsciously tightened until they curled into fists.

He had known for a long time that as a soul mate, when he was tormented by side effects, Voldemort would not be immune; he just didn't know that the side effect the Dark Lord had to fight was a headache...

But that was not what surprised him most; what surprised him most was that love makes men miserable.

No matter what type, whoever, how, how much, it was his softer emotions that tormented the Dark Lord.Worry and sadness may appear to be more harmless than negative emotions like anger and hatred; the opposite is true.

Before that, Harry could hardly believe that there was a day when he felt truly sorry for Voldemort.He couldn't guarantee that there weren't too many personal emotions mixed in, because they had completely integrated into himself now.

After this, Harry found that he no longer felt lost.Once, although he had a goal, he almost had no idea how to achieve it, and acted recklessly in his heart; in the end, although the process was bumpy, there was finally a light ahead——

He knew what he had to do.