HP Dark Hero

?Harry was depressed for a while, then quickly raised his hand and pinched his face to cheer himself up.

'Not a big deal, who doesn't have a little secret? "If you really want to review it, Harry is hiding more things from Blaise. At that time, Blaise provided Harry's assistance under the premise that Harry's identity and circumstances were unknown." Maybe he has something to hide. '

Otherwise, if Blaise wanted to get rid of him, there would be more chances - among other things, he would not have taught Harry anything, and Harry at that time would have been directly dazzled by the vague and roundabout conversations of his fellow Death Eaters Let's kill it.

There is no such trust, and there will be no connection.

' Or, the next time I see that guy, I will try my best to relax, hang up and beat him up, so I'm afraid he won't say anything. '

Harry stared blankly into a boxing pose in the mirror.

In the translucent double image of the mirror, he noticed that Potter, who should have been sleeping with his eyes closed at this moment, was glaring at him with an expression of extreme anger and disappointment.

Suddenly seeing someone standing behind him with a hideous face in the mirror, even Harry's heart skipped a beat.

Using mirrors as a medium, they are generally able to use this method to communicate in reality, but for a very short time-this is equivalent to waking up the souls of two people at the same time.The time of a few words consumes a lot of physical energy and puts a burden on the spirit.

Moreover, not all mirrors could see the two translucent Harry Potters, at least there were very few in the Potter Manor.The full-length mirror in the bedroom is particularly clear, perhaps some kind of magical item.

But this method was mostly only used by Harry, at least he never communicated with Potter through the mirror, because Potter could have pulled him directly into consciousness.

As expected, when Potter caught Harry's gaze, he immediately tore Harry's soul out.

Harry rubbed his forehead, dizzy from Potter's reckless behavior.

"...So, you saw it all?" Harry thought of the inexplicable 'no' he had just said to Lucius Malfoy.

Potter didn't answer, but his face was even paler than Harry's, his green eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was tense, like a lion forced to hold back, on the verge of eruption.All kinds of reactions speak for themselves.

Harry frowned, but instead asked, "You can wake up when I use my body? So, other sensory aspects?"

He pays more attention to the issue of the soul. After all, apart from himself, the savior of this world is currently living and dying with him...he can't afford the risk.

"Just being able to see and hear...I mean, I've seen it all..." Potter whispered back, trying to lighten his pale face with a forced smile, "Hey, is that some kind of trick to scare Lucius Malfoy? Don't say it, He was taken aback by you."

Harry quietly looked at the little savior with an awkward and stiff smile, stretched out his hand and directly opened his sleeve with a natural attitude.

Below that was the Dark Mark.

If it's just an ordinary mantra, it's impossible to react to the soul synchronously.The Dark Mark is not just a tattoo, it is a symbolic curse of the soul, like a bone maggot.

All the blood on Potter's face faded, and he looked panic-stricken.His complexion turned from white to blue, from blue to red, and from red to white again. After several drastic changes, it slowly settled into a sickly ocher red, accompanied by an unstoppable rage.

"...No...No! Why?" Potter roared, the anger had already made him lose his mind, he vented recklessly, the anger covered up all the guilt and uneasiness, "I know, you want to hand us over to your master? That's why Trapping me and Sirius here! I will become like this, is it also your goddamn trick?"

"What's going on outside while I'm stuck here? I don't know anything, because you damned refused to let us know!" Potter paced back and forth anxiously, "Is this what you guys are up to? Harry Potter who didn't get in the way. months?"

"I can't imagine! That vile and disgusting snake face is the murderer of James and Lily, the source of all Harry Potter's troubles and misery, as a Gryffindor, a Potter...you actually... kissed him dirty The hem of the robe...!"

Harry turned a deaf ear to this, casting various detection spells to confirm the condition of the soul.

Harry Potter was not a articulate person, no matter how much Potter scolded, could he be as brilliant as Rita Skeeter?

He only made occasional corrections aloud, such as 'the Death Eater that Lucius mentioned when he connected with Voldemort was not him'.

Seeing Harry like this, Potter gradually stopped cursing, huddled in silence, and wrapped his hands tightly around himself.

He buried his face in his legs, hiding all expression.

After a long time, Potter said softly: "...you betrayed us..."

Potter's heart was like a tangled tangle of wool at this moment, making one bewildered and not knowing where to start.

He remembered the kiss he had with Zhang Qiu under Xie Jisheng at Christmas.That kiss was warm and slippery, mixed with the salty taste of tears, without the slightest romance and charm, full of complex sour emotions.

Harry pulled him out of hell, taught him patiently, and endured a lot.Let Potter confirm the dark brand on his arm again at this moment, without even refuting or explaining, just indifferent silence.

It's just his wishful thinking that Harry is the 'wizard of justice'...

If he had known that Harry had the Dark Mark earlier, he might not have thought so much about it...

He had seen the mark during Harry's meeting with Lucius Malfoy.

-- that might have been a Death Eater meeting after all, even if all he could hear was that they were secretly planning something.

Potter suddenly raised his head and looked at the grown-up Harry.

"…Harry, why?"

Harry didn't feel the need to explain, he knew which side he belonged to, and knew that he would never go against his will.

He looked back at Potter silently, the little savior's eyes were serious and stubborn.

Harry sighed, "Would you feel better if I said I didn't get the Dark Mark of my own free will?"

Potter froze, looking down at the ground, "...I mean, maybe you were forced to do something?" The little savior suddenly became emotional, "Or...a spy! A sneaky obstacle for the Death Eaters during the confrontation Heavy? Deliberately sabotaging Voldemort's good deeds? Secretly lending a helping hand to the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix?..."

Harry laughed, "——Are you serious? It's not good to do things in front of Voldemort? To prevent Death Eaters from assisting the Order of the Phoenix during the war?"

Harry stroked his slightly long bangs, stared at Potter with deep green eyes, and grinned lazily and mischievously, "Hey... unfortunately, I'm not the kind of superhero you think."

Potter paused, frozen in the excited stance he had just used, stiff and twisted.

Perhaps Harry accepted Dumbledore's teaching of Potter's black and white, clear-cut concepts, and also recognized that the pure and bright banner of the Savior would help people's hearts to stabilize and gather, but he didn't intend to prevaricate Potter on this matter as well.

Harry Potter was the one who had to stand at the top of the waves. He didn't want Potter to be just a 'child' who was brainwashed by the idea of ​​a fairy tale hero and went to battle with an unrealistic sense of justice.

He can belong to the light, but he cannot turn his back on the darkness.

Harry bent down, got down on one knee, and was at Potter's eye level.The sharp gaze seemed to penetrate Potter's angry, confused, and disturbed appearance, and reach the fear deep in his soul.

He said lightly: "Although it can be said that 'it was not voluntary, there was no other way'...but before passing through the curtain, I did serve Voldemort for more than several years, and even gave my all. People know that Harry Potter survived A lackey... I am the Dark Lord's favorite, and there is no way to argue with that."

Potter fled in a panic from his adult self's piercing, hawk-like gaze, and inadvertently met Harry's slipped cuff, the skull mark beneath it mockingly glared, as if it could burn the soul.

Even if he never felt the presence of the mark... he borrowed Harry's body for almost a month.

Thinking of this, Potter subconsciously pressed his arm.

His throat seemed to be stuffed with a damp lump of cotton.The happy clips of getting along with Harry and Sirius this summer, interacting with the Dark Mark, green light, screams and dead people, came one after another.

"I'm sorry," Potter murmured, covering his face, "I'm sorry...just in a minute...I need some silence."

The figure of the young Potter gradually faded away, and finally he quietly sank into the hard-to-reach depths of the soul.

"This is indeed a major blow, and he will have to face it sooner or later..." Harry didn't say any words of comfort, but silently felt Potter's soul completely closed, and a dim ball of white light floated up and down in his heart.He was sure that Potter would get through this, tougher and more refined.

Not from the self-confidence of fellow Harry Potter, but from the knowledge and affirmation of Potter.

However, until the end of the holidays and the beginning of the new school year, Harry never saw Potter and Sirius again.

Grinning his teeth, Harry barely stood up with one hand on his back and the other on the bed, but he fell heavily onto the bed because of trembling calves.The pressure of his weak legs on the soft bed brought a strong tingling sensation, and Harry's eyes almost turned red.

He blamed the little savior who had disappeared without a trace in his heart, if Potter hadn't waited for him to lie down and pulled him into consciousness, how could he be so sore everywhere because of his bad posture, which was a pointless suffering.

Harry nestled helplessly on the bed, while casting a weak healing spell on himself, he glanced out the window, the night was dark and starry, it was almost midnight.

Black, who was extremely worried about the safety of his godson Potter, would probably be very anxious.

Harry hurriedly waved for a pen and paper, hurriedly wrote a few lines, and was about to entrust Hedwig to deliver the letter, when he saw a brown owl fly into the window, and the owl landed on Harry's chest loudly, raising its paw.A piece of parchment was stuffed between the silver ring he had given Sirius on the paw.

Harry moved the owl aside, put a handful of owl food on the bedside, picked up the note and began to read the pile of small print.

'Dear Godchildren: I've had a great time here at Moony, met all of you, their faces are unforgettable... I wish you were here!In addition, Monny mentioned that although the nasty mouse is still at large, there is enough evidence to prove my innocence, and I can take you to the joke shop in Hogsmeade Village to sweep it openly.Stay here at Moony for now.If there is anything to contact, I will arrive immediately.

Ps. You cannot let people stay overnight!Not even girls.First bring it for identification by the godfather!

Ps2. Absolutely not!Love you guys, Padfoot'

Harry smiled a little, put the note away, and looked up quietly.

After calming down, he noticed that there were only the sound of the owl eating the owl's food and his own breathing next to his ears.

These tiny noises are loud and frightening at night.

After today, he was the only one in the Potter Manor for the time being. .

A place that was too quiet and dark always reminded Harry of the countless days and nights spent in the cupboard.

Potter manor was such a quiet place without Potter's consciously saying good night and the big dog sneaking in to rub his palms beside the bed.

"Have you gotten used to it before you know it...Damn it," Harry complained, but there was a slight smile in his heart.

He simply turned over and rolled up the quilt, tucked into the bed, 'Okay──Little Harry, Sirius, good night. '