HP Dark Hero

? After seeing off the wizard, Potter and Sirius who came back from a walk played around for a while, and after some homework, they slowly sank into consciousness.

Harry was sitting leisurely on the bench waiting.

"Harry?" Potter asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," Harry looked at him.

"Uh...morning, I mean," Potter stared at Harry, and was about to speak, when a pair of purple eyes that seemed to eat people appeared unexpectedly in his mind. Potter lowered his eyes. "Hmm... the holidays are halfway through, and I'm still a few paragraphs away from my Potions homework in the morning. I'm... I want to ask, has Harry written it?"

"…I haven't written it," Harry replied.

"Old...Snape...Professor didn't give you any homework?" Potter was surprised.

Harry smiled and turned away from the question, "Maybe Black can help?"

"—er, yes, I'll ask him."

Without much conversation, the two separated quietly.

Potter looked at Harry's quiet profile and realized that he didn't understand the young man who was with him day and night.

He didn't tell Harry about the visit after all.In the morning, he informed Sisi in advance that the wizard was here to discuss the surprise for Harry, and hoped that Sisi could help keep it secret—just for a while, not really hiding it from Harry.

The house-elf gladly granted the request. Potter didn't even know why he was like this... as if obsessed.

If...Harry would let them share more.

Potter was silent.Like him, Harry Potter was just used to it.

Harry found himself in unfamiliar surroundings.

The surroundings are extremely dark, and you can't see your fingers. Only a small candle on the table provides weak lighting, and only the area around the table can be seen clearly.

It was a luxurious desk that Harry didn't recognize the material, but knew its value.Complicated and unique carvings, the patterns on it are somewhat familiar to him.

He sat in the matching armchair, a fine court armchair upholstered in velvet, finely embellished with gold.

He leaned casually in this delicate armchair that looked like a work of art, the backs of his hands were dry and white in view, and he played with a wand between his bony fingers.

Eleven inches, holly, phoenix tail feathers.

It was a flexible and powerful wand.

"Lucius…" Harry hissed.

Only then did Harry realize that in front of his crossed legs, there was a man in a black cloak kneeling respectfully on the ground.Hearing his call, the other party kneeled forward and kissed the corner of his spotless robe.

"Lord." The other party replied.

"Tell me, dear Nagini, you have a... ah, surprise," Harry said smoothly, "Is that so? Tell me, can expect you, Lucius?"

Harry felt scales slide under his cool fingertips, that was his lovely Nagini.

"Lord, your sight never fails. Your faithful servant brings you a message."

The man still kneeling on the ground lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing a noble and proud face even in the dim light.His old colleague, Lucius Malfoy, was watching himself carefully with the expression of fanaticism and admiration Harry was used to watching from the sidelines but never received directly.

"--information?"

"Yes," Lucius didn't dare to hide anything from his master, who couldn't express his emotions or anger. "The Death Eaters who have touched the mark, there are already possible candidates for subordinates."

"Oh?...Maybe." Harry picked a word seemingly at random and repeated it.

But both of them knew it wasn't.

Lucius bit the bullet and added calmly, "Yes. During the investigation, there were a few Death Eaters who looked different. At that time, they sent someone to keep an eye out, and recently received some...returns. I will definitely give Lord a satisfactory answer as soon as possible. "

"I believe you won't disappoint me, Lucius." Harry looked deeply at Lucius Malfoy, seeing a pair of bloody snake pupils reflected in his gray-blue eyes, "You know the consequences of betraying my trust..."

"This subordinate has another matter."

A touch of impatience and cruelty emerged in Harry's heart, "I don't know...you have such a tantalizing hobby, Lucius?"

"I beg your forgiveness, Lord," Lucius said calmly, "it's about Harry Potter—this subordinate dare not make judgments on it."

"Harry Potter?" Harry was very interested, he stopped playing with his wand, and caressed the big snake beside him who suddenly became agitated, "What's wrong with Dumbledore's golden boy?"

"Yes, my subordinates have received information that Harry Potter has indeed disappeared, and his whereabouts are unknown—the savior was hidden by Dumbledore for training, but it was just a lie released by the Order of the Phoenix to stabilize people's hearts."

"Lucius. I don't know, I told you to keep an eye on that boy...?"

"The subordinates are dedicated to eradicating obstacles for Lord, and helping Lord restore the glory of pure blood..."

"That's enough, put away your compliments," Harry said indifferently, but surprisingly, he wasn't displeased at all, "...Don't worry about Harry Potter."

He took up the wand of holly that he had seen through many battles with him, more familiar than his bones.The wand was firmly held between the fingers and claws, and with a wave of the hand, clusters of bright silver sparks were ignited, which were fleeting.

"That boy... will never be a match for Lord Voldemort!"

Harry gasped, his eyes widened, and he woke up panting.He sat up with his forehead pressed, turned his head, and found a black-haired and green-eyed teenager with a panicked and puzzled expression, as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

They are in 'consciousness'.

Harry quickly stabilized, with a serious tone, faintly carrying the oppressive feeling unique to a superior.

"Potter…tell me what you saw."

"..." Potter still looked a little apprehensive, subconsciously pursed his lips.

"..." Harry hesitated for a moment, and quickly put aside the emotion that was unimportant compared to the importance of the matter, "...Sorry, are you okay? I was a little irritable just now. It's a pity that I don't have any chocolate for you right now ,"

Harry's cold fingers lightly covered Potter's equally cold hand.

"…should be the same as what you saw. Malfoy or something."

Potter tried to respond with a smile, but it proved to be a failed attempt.

Harry understood that no matter how young he was, Potter was the savior who had gone through several difficulties, and he didn't need to speak softly like soothing a child who had a nightmare.

He himself was by no means accustomed to such consolations.

No one took the initiative to mention that connection, or a new round of illusions.

The two Potters gave up talking - they were not of that nature.They each considered the news they had learned tonight, and returned to their respective places.

Harry slowly returned to his body, and quietly opened his eyes.

…Probably because of the influence of the soul piece on Potter, the soul was hooked into it, and I saw that scene.He guessed.

It was still late at night, and Hedwig was standing on the bird stand by the window, taking a nap buried in the rich snow-white feathers.Accompanied by the faint cry of magical creatures, the night wind swirled into the room through the open window, bringing a hint of coolness.

Dark clouds passed by, and the white and bright night finally shone into the room.

I saw the young wizard on the bed panting softly, propping his upper body up against the head of the bed weakly, the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead was red and burst.

Harry let go of the hand that was tightly pressing the hot Dark Mark, and adjusted his breathing, "Since I learned Occlumency, this feeling is really long gone..."

The past few days have been so peaceful that he even forgot to clear his brain and turn on the protection before going to bed——

This should become instinct!He seemed to hear Severus roaring and hopping in his head.

Harry drew his wand from under the pillow.It was exactly the same as the wand in Voldemort's hand, only it looked older.

Why was Potter's wand in Voldemort's hand?

Also, Lucius was looking for someone who had changed the Dark Mark.It was impossible for him to find himself as Harry Potter.

Something related to Harry Potter, but something happened that he didn't know about...

There was another sharp pain from the scar, interrupting Harry's thoughts. Harry bared his teeth, thinking helplessly that if little Potter couldn't learn Occlumency, he would be affected at any time.

He casually wiped away the blood that flowed into his eyes due to the cracked scar with the back of his hand. Tiny drops of water hung on his drooping eyelashes, and a cold touch touched his forehead lightly.Raising his hand, Harry stared at the moonlight, looking at a simple and old thin black ring on his wrist.This was the night of July 7 a few days ago, Harry noticed that it was not for Potter, but a weird gift for him——on the piece of paper that came with the gift, it clearly said '31y, ToHP', in a crooked but sharp font , should be written by a non-dominant hand, and the abbreviated words seem to indicate that the gift-giver thinks it is not worth celebrating, and it seems to have done it in a hurry.

However, looking at the anonymous gift that might contain black magic or danger, Harry put it on his wrist after pondering.

This bracelet was much bigger than Harry's wrist. The material was invisible, and it felt cold to the touch. It could only be confirmed that it was a product of alchemy.From a distance, it is just an ordinary thin ring, but when you look closer, you can find that it is a finely carved and lifelike small black snake, and you can even see pinpoint-sized scales covering it.At the end, the scales gradually shed, and a mane was attached, which looked like a lion's tail.

The blood-stained black ring twisted strangely, and the obsidian-studded snake pupils moved, looked at Harry silently, and then returned to its original shape.

"...Bad feeling. But, you will always help me," Harry touched the bracelet lightly, and whispered, "Right?"