HP Dark Hero

?Christmas dinner is one of the big events of the year. Those who stay in the school will gather together for a meal, and each college will even hold its own internal dance.That night, except for Snape who simply drank the potion and closed the curtain to sleep soundly, everyone else was persuaded by Harry to participate in the rare event, and earnestly asked to remember to come after the event, and everyone played cards all night to celebrate.

Sirius even made a swearing promise to sneak in wine, but Harry sternly refused.

Hearing the bustling footsteps of several people gradually moving away, Harry heaved a sigh of relief, and ate the exquisite dinner brought by the elf by himself.

In addition to the classic Christmas dishes, there is even a small piece of delicate and lovely gingerbread on the dinner plate. The Christmas tree-shaped biscuits are dotted with icing sugar, which is very delicious.

At this time, a public owl knocked on the window, Harry opened the window to receive the letter, thought for a while, then wrote a note in code words, and softly asked it to fly to another place, and the owl flew away without stopping .

He calmly read the contents of the letter several times, then lit a small flame to burn the letter completely, and carefully cleaned up the small pile of fine ash.

Harry pulled the plate away, playing with the biscuit in his hand as he ate his dinner.

Finally, he leaned the biscuit against the small bedside table between him and Snape, took off the Majesty's ring from his thumb, and placed it under the Christmas tree-shaped gingerbread.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered.

Then he jumped out of bed and stretched his limbs.

Potter's lord's ring, invisibility cloak, textbooks, friends, teachers, godfather—all of them belonged to Potter.

For the rest, he brought almost nothing when he came, and the scattered belongings were always with him, so there was no need to prepare them.

Harry is out of tune with this world, he doesn't belong here, and no one, thing or thing here belongs to him.

There was nothing he was entitled to take away, so he took nothing.

Harry adjusted his robes carefully, he was alone, took only his wand and walked forward, pushing the door open.

In the corridor outside, there was a tall young man standing.

The proportion of the opponent's body is almost perfect, lean but low-key and restrained, and the slightly open shirt collar reveals a cynical indifference.

The white snow outside the window shone with silver bright and cold light, and the corners of the other party's smiling lips were slightly chilled.

However, when those violet eyes met Harry's figure, they looked very warm and affectionate.

The other party stepped forward slowly, and put the winter cloak on Harry's shoulders over his arms. The black cloak with fringe was obviously custom-made, and it was exactly Harry's size.

Harry didn't struggle, and silently let the opponent move.

The green eyes looked at the person in front of him calmly, holding the wand, the sharp chill of a predator was hidden in his eyes.

The other party didn't realize it, and just pressed the warm palm gently against Harry's cold side face, moving it affectionately on the side of the cheek and the side of the neck.Under the temperature difference, it was a little abnormally hot.

If there is really enough potion to brew love in the world.

Then, the Creator must use every drop to complete the man in front of him.

"Harry," the other party's voice receded from the greenness, it was low and smooth.Every time the extremely magnetic and sexy voice speaks, it almost trembles in the bottom of my heart, "Where are we going?"

"I probably still won't tell you anything, as usual," Harry said flatly.

"...I didn't hide a lot from you?" Blaise sighed, "—but Harry, I like you."

…Unfortunately, Harry was completely insensitive to the non-rational part.

Hearing the other party's 'joking confession', the black-haired young man immediately became helpless.From the beginning, Harry had never been able to figure out what Blaise was trying to do and what his purpose was.However, he couldn't do anything about the other party's affectionate look, so he simply nodded.

Seeing Harry's expression, Blaise didn't say much, just took a few steps forward and walked beside Harry.

Facing the fine snow, the two walked out of the gate of Hogwarts side by side, without even applying a Disillusionment Charm, and just walked out like that.

They didn't bump into any of the students staying at school, but they saw Dumbledore outside the door.

Today, the prestigious white wizard is wearing a blue and purple robe with bright yellow star dots painted on it. A small white light that should be a shooting star revolves around it, revealing a little bit of his right hand with ominous scorched black marks.

He stood by the gate and looked in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. From a distance, he could see Hagrid grooming thestrals on the lawn.The group of dragon-like horse-like creatures with bat wings are hovering in the air in the dark snowy night, flying freely.

One of the thestrals suddenly flew away from the team, glides down smoothly and quickly, and stopped in front of Harry with a slight click of its hooves.

Harry recognized at a glance that it was the Thestral he had communicated with on the first day of school, the one in charge of leading the convoy.

The thestral rubbed Harry's palm affectionately. Harry smiled and patted it on the head.

Dumbledore seemed to notice them only now, and his eyes flicked over the young Blaise with curiosity.He'd never asked anything about Blaise Zabini, and he still hadn't.

Mild, wise blue eyes turned to Harry at last.

"Harry, are you leaving?"

Harry nodded, then grinned, a little rascally, "Albus, I have a Christmas present for you, it will be delivered soon, I know you will like it."

"It seems that this gift has come off well from another Albus Dumbledore? I'll keep looking forward to it," Dumbledore chuckled.

"Since I prepared a gift, I want to ask you for a gift in return."

Dumbledore was curious, "So, what could it be?"

Harry smiled calmly.

"Albus, as a Christmas present, could you please give me a pseudonym?"

Dumbledore's expression showed that the request had never occurred to him.

He lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a long time.

"If I had the power..." said Dumbledore, "I would name you—Phoenix. Phoenix."

"——Because no matter how dark it is at this moment, it will eventually be reborn from the ashes."

Harry was silent for a long time.A thin layer of snow gradually accumulated on his shoulders.

The direction of fate...

Whether it was the name, or letting himself suffer backlash in order to remove the black magic spell for Harry Potter.

He smiled slowly, slowly, with a feeling of exclamation and fear, "As always, Albus."

That night, Sirius and Little Potter, who were holding the roast chicken and cake, couldn't find Harry anywhere. They searched everywhere in doubt, and happened to run into Professor McGonagall who looked anxious.

The witch eagerly asked where Dumbledore was, and when they saw the two shaking their heads, they wanted to leave.

"What's wrong?" Sirius stopped him.

McGonagall whispered and spoke extremely fast, "Black, something happened at 12 Grimmauld Place—"

Someone broke into Black's old house, seriously injured Kreacher, and snatched an old locket from him.

In one of the mansions of the Malfoy family, wizards in black cloaks appeared one after another in the luxurious but gloomy hall.Their whole bodies are only black, with black cloaks, robes, and clothing, and only the horrible-looking masks on their faces are dead white.

Maintaining absolute silence, everyone who arrived stepped forward and kissed the corner of the wizard's robe sitting comfortably in the front, and then retreated to their respective positions.

And the sorcerer who ruled over everyone present unexpectedly turned out to have a chilling, pale and flat face. The slits and red pupils make him look extremely similar to a snake.

He was tapping his wand in his hand.The giant snake on the shoulder was drowsy.

Beside the luxurious armchair that looks like a throne, there are several corpses that have stopped breathing. Their facial features are bleeding, but their muscles are still twitching. Horrible sights to be found in the horrors of--

The Death Eaters no longer showed any reaction under this kind of scene, they just knelt down on the ground indifferently, and kissed the Dark Lord's robe under the stare of those distorted faces only half an arm away.

Because if there is any gaffe, it will be their fate.

Since the last time Voldemort summoned all Death Eaters, confirmed the betrayal of his confidant Severus Snape, and brutally killed several followers who had wavered in his stance in anger, this was the second time that Voldemort summoned all his henchmen.

No one knew what Snape had done to make Voldemort furious, and no one knew the reason for this call, but they all clearly saw that there were two vacant seats at the front: Severus Snape, and Lucius Malfoy!

Could something be wrong with the Malfoy family?

Just as the big families that had been close friends with the Malfoy's began to panic, the heavy door decorated with exquisite carvings slid open silently.

The Platinum Patriarch wearing a pure black Death Eater cloak walked in, presenting a peaceful posture, and behind him was a person completely covered under the Death Eater cloak, whose long military boots hit the ground, sending out Unhurried, subtle sounds.

Voldemort's bloodshot pupils stared at the two of them.

"You're late, Lucius," said the king in the darkness slowly.

"I'm very sorry, Lord, but I brought a gift." Lucius stepped forward to kiss the hem of his robe, stepped back a few steps, and knelt down on one knee with his head down.

"Oh?"

The sorcerer whose face was hidden in the shadows stepped forward and also bent down and kissed the corner of his robe.

"Lord, I apologize for Lucius' lateness. He was blamed by you for not being on time." The other said calmly, "Because I broke into the base of the Order of the Phoenix to bring you a message as a greeting."

A roll of parchment floated out from under the opponent's cloak, hovering next to Voldemort's hand.Voldemort showed a little restrained interest in the excellent, precise soundless and wandless spell.

He ignored the roll of parchment, and said softly, "I don't remember you... Uncover your cloak."

The other party obeyed and slowly opened the cloak.

The black-haired young man kneeling on the ground raised his head, his dark green eyes met Voldemort, "——as you wish, Lord."

While seeing the other person's face clearly, the Death Eaters started to commotion.

"The great savior is here - pity, you don't look like little Potter's age... Poor Christmas surprise, Lucius? You know - what I hate most is when someone tries to fool me -" Voldemort's snake-like eyes With icy flames blazing, he narrowed his eyes and brought his wand to Lucius.

Lucius was unmoved, because the youth beside him had already pulled open his cuffs.

I saw the dark mark on the opponent's left arm in a light wheat color!

It was then that Voldemort really showed interest.He leaned over and lightly touched the hideous pattern with his withered fingertips, and all the Death Eaters present felt the burning sensation of the same mark on their arms for a fleeting moment.

--This is the real Dark Mark, without a doubt.

"Interesting -- excellent gift, Lucius, amazing."

Lucius agreed in a low voice, "Thank you for your compliment, Lord."

Only when Voldemort's eyes moved to the young man, the respectfully bowed young man opened his mouth to explain as if aware of it.

"Lord, I don't know who I am." The young man started with this, with a bit of resentment in his voice that could not be concealed, "Harry Potter once disappeared, and the group led by Dumbledore chose from among the Death Eaters they captured. Choose one—that is, me—to delete all my memories, and completely transform me into a fake Harry Potter in a disgusting and brutal Muggle way."

Voldemort's expression didn't change.

"I am ashamed that I have been immersed in illusory worship and admiration. At the hands of those disgusting 'righteous men', I was completely brainwashed, completely forgetting my pride in pure blood, forgetting your great and noble idea…"

Voldemort interrupted his obvious compliment, "So, why did you come back? And why did you think I would trust you?"

"——everything until the real Harry Potter returns. The traitor Severus Snape brought Harry Potter back from nowhere, and knelt at Dumbledore's feet begging him for a little mercy and protection. He cowardly chose to join the party that was bound to lose." The young man could hardly restrain himself The ruthlessness and hatred in the tone, the outward emotions were fully revealed in the anger, "The Order of the Phoenix threw me out from under the throne of the savior, and violently deleted all the information about the Order of the Phoenix in my mind, and let me live on my own." Self-destruction——They still put on the hypocrisy of not wanting to kill, stripped everything, and threw me with this face into Knockturn Alley, saying that this is the luxury of freedom bestowed on me by generosity. I only have black demons in my body The mark belongs to me, I can't expect the Lord to trust me, I only beg you, treat me as a weapon, a bottle of meth, a dagger, and slam into the hearts of Snape and Dumbledore."

"How did you get in touch with Lucius? I didn't know that Lucius had such a friend."

Lucius took the initiative to take the words, "Lord, you gave me a task," he hinted about the touched Dark Mark, "It was due to an accident when Dumbledore transformed him, and I just found out by following the line killed him."

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes a little, showing a vague sense of oppression from his body, but he didn't respond to this statement.

"Look up." Voldemort trailed off, and spoke softly in the direction of the young man, with a cold stare.

Youth obey.

Different from the humbleness on the lips, the young man's eyes are burning with unwillingness, desire for revenge, and ambition for superiority.

He seemed oblivious to the fact that his expression revealed so much information. Voldemort's Dementia was as if entering no one's land, wantonly browsing the memory fragments in the young man's mind; the young man grunted because of his rude intrusion into consciousness, but persisted.

Strong enough, irritable, hateful, easy to manipulate, special status.

Voldemort finally evoked the first smile that was close to satisfaction in days.

"Now, tell me: what does Dumbledore call you?"

"——Phoenix." The young man replied in a low voice.

"very good--"

He laughed wildly, "Phoenix! Phoenix, this is really—a pleasant surprise—I will finally hold Phoenix firmly in my hands and brand it with the mark of pure blood! Dumbledore is just in the name of justice , a despicable villain who does such a low thing, thanks to him being able to speak kindly and brightly to those lackeys──and victory is such a sweet fruit, I can already smell its rich fragrance, and it is at my fingertips──

With a wave of his wand, he casually cast a spell out the window.

"Bone reappears!"

A huge and ferocious skull logo appeared in the sky, and in its empty eyeholes was a entwined black snake.

Voldemort withdrew his hand, slowly, with a haughty and contemptuous look.

"Phoenix, welcome back... looking forward to your performance." The Dark Lord gently raised the young man's jaw with the tip of his staff, staring at the pair of green eyes full of ecstasy, he said softly, but his tone suddenly changed , bitterly cold, "And, I don't want to see this face again."

The young man lowered his head, "Yes, my master."

He took out a silver mask from his pocket and slowly fastened it on his face.

Those were the few items that Harry carried close to his body before he entered the curtain!

Voldemort left the hall in satisfaction, and the other Death Eaters left one after another with the newly released important news. Lucius passed the silver-masked youth without turning his eyes.Only the young man kneeling on the ground maintained his posture, unable to get up for a long time.