HP for world peace

Snowflakes fluttered down one after another, drifting across the wet ground, slowly falling on the hair and shoulders, exhaling a faint tingling pain.The classic and long-standing streets are sparsely populated, and occasionally passers-by with dull black umbrellas pass by, but their faces cannot be seen clearly.

In a daze, he didn't know what he was looking for, he just thought foolishly, go on, don't stop, find him.

It seemed that he had walked in this indifferent city for a long time, so long that he couldn't remember the time, and that his legs were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't move.I'm so tired, but I haven't found him yet...

I can't find him anymore...

The loneliness that was too heavy to shed tears was hidden in his eyes.What to do, I can't find him.He felt himself drowning in grief.

Walking with numbness on the feet, I can't walk when I stop, and I continue.At the corner of that street there will be a black-painted orange-yellow street lamp, newly installed there.

Turned the corner and saw the street lights, they were indeed brand new.

Looking in the direction drawn by his heart, a slender figure suddenly came into his eyes.

Black hair, white jade skin, the contrast between black and white suddenly highlights his alienation and indifference like a painting.That man is very young, his beautiful smiling face makes men and women crazy, his blood red eyes seem to be a smile but it is very comfortable to look at, because when he looks at people, his eyes are always soft, as if looking at people That person became a treasure in his heart, making people ecstatic.Rose-colored lips with gentle curvature, always smiling.If there is a god in the world, he must have put all the good things on this man.

His every move has a peculiar charm, very casual but very elegant.

The man stood lazily on the opposite side of the street, and raised a soft smile at him, like Ding Ling's spring water fell on his heart, and the wordless touch couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth to smile with him.

Vodlemort heard the voice of relief in his own mouth, "Father..."

"Voldy." There was a smile in the elegant voice, so he couldn't wait to go to him, give him a hug and smell the unique cold fragrance on his body.Only in this way can he feel at ease and let him know that this person is still by his side.

Stepping forward, he felt that no matter how tired he was, he could not stop him from going to his side, as long as he walked to the opposite side, it only took ten meters.But as he approached, that person turned into a little bit of white light like snowflakes all over the sky. No matter how much he shouted, he couldn't stop it, and turned into nothingness in a blink of an eye.The man with the prettiest smile in the world is gone... a dull pain in the heart, not from the cold winter air.

Woke up suddenly, touching the cold sweat on his forehead. Voldemort sat on the bed blankly, closed his scarlet eyes, and let out a breath of foul air for a long time.

This dream comes and goes, since that person disappeared. There was a sneer on the corner of Voldemort's lips, he said that he would be with him forever and would not leave him alone, liar.

Voldemort couldn't tell whether he hated him more or missed him more, but every time he thought of him, he felt lost, as if he had lost something precious.

"That's my father." Voldemort calmed down and told himself, "He said he was going on a trip and he would come back, but he was delayed on the way. He's always so capricious." Voldemort would laugh when he remembered Vikram for the first time. At that time, I lost my eyes.This person is so gentle and caring, he is obviously a willful, bad person who likes to follow his own ideas.He always likes to make him stare, and from time to time there will be some words that make his nerves twitch and don't fit his image.But sometimes he would have this thought: Why is this duplicity guy looking so cute.

That's what makes him special, unique.

Why did he suddenly disappear.Whether it was an accident during the trip, or he didn't want to come back.Worrying day by day, Voldemort couldn't settle down every night when he fell asleep, he always wondered in the silent darkness of the night: Could he be dead already...

I want to cry, but I can't cry.His pride does not allow him to cry, he hates him whether he is dead or alive.The one who promised to be together forever is obviously him.

Even if you go to hell, you have to take him with you, how can you go by yourself, that wayward man.

He's a Slytherin, his glory.Because the name Voldemort itself was a blessing spell, he didn't take the Slytherin surname, even so the ability inherited in his blood could make him belong to Slytherin.He had suspected that the man was not his father, but the ability of Slytherin's browmouth was the best proof.It was very clear that he was Voldemort, the descendant of Slytherin recognized by the Sorting Hat, and he was Vikram, the one who bears the name of Slytherin, closely related.

His only blood relative in the world disappeared...

Stupid people are always self-righteous, the guardian is just missing, and he, Voldemort, is not content to be ordinary.In terms of strength, wisdom, and means, he thinks he is no worse than anyone else. Vikram has praised him, he is a natural leader, his aptitude is obvious. Vikram seldom praised a person sincerely, he must not have known that he was so happy at that time, what he got was his affirmation.

His dignity, his pride, his bearing, he learned more than strange magic by that person's side.He once pushed two children into the sea and almost drowned, and what he was worried about was whether Vikram would want such a bad boy if he knew that he did it on purpose.

The slender and fine eyelashes slightly covered the slender eyes, and the man looked down at the bright red eyes without joy, anger or sadness, but simply looked at him, bringing out a charming charm that trembled.

If there is any purpose in killing people, then go ahead and kill them. If there is no purpose and it’s just boring, then you should apologise.

This man is not a good person, he is a devil hiding in the crowd.How many people have been deceived by his clean appearance.

Voldemort smiled, so proud.This man was his father, also a demon, and for the first time he felt that those stupid Muggles were so right in calling him a demon's child.

Little by little, longing for a little bit, and being engulfed by the uncontrollable darkness after a long time.

Voldemort looked at the photo frame on the bedside, the Muggle photo was soaked in a special potion, the characters in the picture could move, the handsome man wrapped his arms around the boy who was tall enough to reach his chest, leaned down and hugged the boy affectionately Smiling softly, the child in the photo showed a very impatient expression which caused the man to chuckle.He also remembers the photographer who took the picture looking distraught.This photo is the only photo of them together, and it is so precious now, there is only this one. Voldemort's disappointed eyes stayed on the man's face for a long time...

Voldemort turned his gaze away, his eyes were cold and frightening.He'd have Slytherin in his hands, how could his ambitions stop for one.Even if I really miss him...

hate him?Of course I would hate.

angry?He was so angry that he wanted to destroy everything.

Miss him?Naturally, I thought, just think about him for a second, and hate him more.

If he comes back, forgive him? ...if he apologized.

He was going crazy thinking about it, as long as he came back, as long as he said he didn't abandon him, as long as he apologized, how could he be willing to let him leave again.

It's been a long time, and he still hasn't come back. When Voldemort had lost all hope, he pushed open the door of Hogwarts and stood beside him, still calling him Voldy in his warm and clear voice.

Is it a hallucination... Voldemort lowered his eyes silently, his thoughts tumbling, it was an illusion, an illusion, like in a dream, as soon as he thought of approaching, he would completely disappear before his eyes.

After sitting in the room for a long time, thinking a lot, when he made up his mind to see him, he realized that his body was stiff.It takes a lot of effort to meet this person, it's not like you, Voldemort.Oh, because he is too important.

Like every sleepless night before, he floated in the silent castle like a ghost.The difference is that today there is a destination.He was just behind this wall, lying pale on the bed in the medical room.

Time stayed on this man, he got the favor of time, this face is still the same as when he left, perfectly interpreting.Or, like when we first met, he never aged.

Holding him to sleep like when he was a child, the temperature in his hands made him feel at ease.It's just that this man quietly got up and opened the window, and he wanted to jump down.This realization made his proud calmness collapse, and he pulled him back from the window sill and hugged him tightly.

Did you want to leave without even saying sorry?He wanted to kill him, this bastard, couldn't he just stay and explain why he left, as long as he explained he would listen.

Well, even if it is an explanation, please find a better reason. What is it that the time is out of order after only two or three months of travel.Asking where he went and not answering honestly, this is a deception.

Thinking of the day three years ago when he couldn't control his body one week ago, he habitually sneered.Because at that time, my self from the future said, "Vik, you are a real liar."

Voldemort could feel how the consciousness attached to his body said these words angrily, and the anger made his soul feel burning pain.What exactly did he deceive him.The clue left was the fancy and simple silver ring on Vikram's hand.

"If I win, Vik will take that ring off his hand."

"That ring you always wear all the time."

"Never let go."

At that time, the consciousness that governs the freedom of the body is reminding him of the ring.Although the consciousness that dominates the body is strange, and his attitude towards Vikram is strange, but out of his self-confidence, he has no doubts.Later, after that consciousness returned to his original time, Voldemort pondered over that consciousness's attitude towards Vikram during those five days.Unlike father and son, they get along too ambiguously. Vikram just thought it was weird and didn't suspect anything. Voldemort could understand that Vikram was sometimes slow to respond to emotions, but in the end it was just slow and not stupid.After a few days of reaction, Vikram looked at him with troubled eyes, but fortunately he also kept silent about it.If he was asked directly if his thirty-something self fell in love with him, not only Voldemort would beat himself up, Vikram would probably think about his dead mother for a long time.

Vikram has no lovers, the only one he knows is his dead mother.

Why doesn't Vikram have a lover?Mentioning this question Voldemort could think of many reasonable explanations along the way, but the answer was too obscene, looking at that person who was as pure as moonlight, he would never be able to ask. (←The scary thing about precocious children, he was 12 years old when he thought about this question.)

In fact, during those five days Voldemort just felt that his future self cared too much about Vikram.The answer was known when that consciousness was preparing a present for Vikram for the coming Christmas.

The emotions of that consciousness are very complicated, and the nib of the pen scratches across the paper to write down the beautiful and sharp font - I love you.

Voldemort, "$^! ^@&$@^&*#$@..." When he saw it, his mind was full of gibberish.This love refers to what.

The nib still rested on the paper, and the ink smudged a little.In the end, he sighed, crumpled the paper up and threw it away. After hesitating for a long time, he wrote another sentence——I came here just to tell you that I miss you.

The feeling of missing is so heavy.

Voldemort hadn't thought of falling in love with Vikram, at least he wasn't falling in love with him right now.Falling in love with one's own father is ridiculous.The consciousness that dominates the body is aware of his thoughts, and he said in a self-deprecating tone, "I never thought that I would fall in love with him, it was just a sudden heartbeat, and when I saw him, I blushed and my heart beat. You will know later, I hope At that time, you can enjoy the taste of love."

...Voldemort kept silent about it, he meant that everything should take its course.

In the early summer of the fourth grade, the person who disappeared came back.

Thanks to Merlin he's back.

Since he doesn't want to say where he went, he can check it out himself.He will know the answer.

It's just that he won't really forgive him until he knows the answer.