HP Dark Hero

?Harry let out a low cry, and collapsed in convulsions in unimaginably severe pain. Every muscle spasmed, and he couldn't bear the pain.He could almost hear the crackling and trembling of the joints in his body, and the tip of his tongue was accidentally broken, and blood spilled from his clenched lips.

Voldemort raised his lower jaw slightly, looking contemptuously at Phoenix, whom he had repeatedly praised just now.He couldn't see the painful expression that looked like the savior through the silver mask, but he could clearly see the blood flowing down from the silver edge of the mask.

"I heard...you have a little too much, unusual—connection with the people of Hogwarts?"

Harry reluctantly opened his mouth to answer, "No, Lord."

Another Cruciatus Curse hit Harry.

Clearly showing that he regarded human life as dung, Voldemort's tone was eerily gentle.

"My loyal, dear Phoenix...how could I interfere with your friendship? Don't be nervous, it's okay, speak up and listen?"

Harry discovered that it was the same word 'dear', uttered from different mouths, that could be so disgustingly disgusting.

If it weren't for the fact that Lucius Malfoy, a very solid and reliable ally, had not given a warning in advance on the premise of sharing common interests, if Harry spit out a different name from Voldemort's question without revealing more information, it would be a confession in vain. Everyone else goes to hell.

As long as he opened his mouth, Harry's jaws clicked convulsively.He wobbled a few times, forced himself to stand up, and made a kneeling position - probably, Harry was dizzy, not sure if his limbs were working properly - and he put all the mind he could muster into the conversation superior.

"Yes, Lord... I didn't think of it at first... You should have mentioned TerraYProth." Harry said hoarsely.

"Yes... I almost forgot this weird name." Voldemort said, stroking every wrinkle on the robe with his thin clawed hands, "Phoenix, do you think it is possible for us to win him—to become What about one of us?"

Harry's heart sank suddenly, and he replied immediately reflexively, "I don't think it's right, Lord."

"why?"

"The man - he was just - a .

"Thank you for the information, even a Hogwarts student could tell more. He's been a big hit at that school this year, hasn't he?"

Harry replied, "I'm sorry, Lord. It's just that I don't know more."

"Oh? Why did I hear rumors that you and Mr. Proth, who is very popular among students, frequently travel to and from a certain area in London?"

The surrounding oxygen was sucked out instantly.

"Lord, what you know is true. We do meet often." Harry told the truth.His heart was very transparent, he understood that when Voldemort said this, he must have obtained clear information.He couldn't be foolish enough to try to hide it.

"He is loyal to me and willing to serve my master, but I suspect that he is not capable enough and may spoil the master's arrangements." Occlumency was operating at a high intensity, and Harry's thoughts were spinning rapidly, eagerly looking for ways to make Voldemort Abandoning Blaise's answer. "I see him often. Because he's mine..."

The words that popped out of his mind swirled on the tip of Harry's tongue.

Several images flashed through his mind.

Just a temporary solution, he thought.

He heard himself whispering, "... lover."

Voldemort paused.

"...lover, bedmate," Harry repeated hissingly.

The moment the word bedmate came out of his mouth, Voldemort seemed to lose interest in courting Blaise.

"Honorable Lord. I don't want you to know such a vulgar thing." Harry forced himself to spit out a fabricated explanation, "That person is just an idiot who traded his body with me for the position of teaching assistant—otherwise even a werewolf would Why did the hired Dumbledore arrange for two professors?──Even though I exchanged conditions with the other party in private, the old bee still gave the other party such a hypocritical position. We are very satisfied with each other's 'performance', so──"

"Enough." Voldemort stopped the other party.

He twirled his wand between his pale fingers, watched it roll, and went on to another round of thought.

Harry couldn't help quietly heaving a sigh of relief, and then sorted out the situation in his heart.

What he did with Blaise in New Zealand probably hasn't been discovered yet.The two rarely had the chance to go home together, and it was probably just a coincidence that the group of rats who followed him caught him going in and out of the same door to make trouble.

He's come through the ranks too quickly, and is the tacit celebrity among the Death Eaters right now - on the surface.

As long as one knows enough about Voldemort, such as Lucius and Snape, it is enough to judge that the Dark Lord is showing a particularly obvious preference for him at this moment. Increasingly disaffected by Voldemort's increasingly tyrannical rule, they turned their attention to Phoenix in order to push him to his death at just the right moment, squeezing every penny out of value.

The group of all-pervasive rats couldn't see through it, and they clung to him stupidly.

Harry was careful enough not to accidentally involve Blaise.

Secretly, he clenched his fists.

He remembered Blaise smiling awkwardly at him with a plate of coke-like scrambled eggs, and the way he was nestled on the sofa, flipping through a book, lazily talking about trivia about the little wizards in Hogwarts, with a carefree look.

Voldemort said suddenly, "As your reward for defeating Dumbledore's lackeys, I promise you—a vacation, I hope it's a reward you like?"

Harry bowed his head, "Lord, in order to practice your great ideals, I don't need a vacation. In order to destroy Dumbledore, I—"

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, "Phoenix,"

With a soft and well-controlled voice, he softly called out to his subordinates who were kneeling in front of him.Hearing Voldemort's violating and dangerous emotions, Harry could only agree with joy.

I don't know what trap it is.

What's more, as an undercover agent, what's the point of him going on vacation.

However, this is just fine. Harry thought.

-Blaise is doing well in this world.

Here, they have nothing but each other.

But, unlike Harry, Blaise seemed to have found a new rhythm in life.The Slytherin adjusted so well, he was so good, he could be anywhere.

If they never went back, then he would do anything to keep a world where Blaise could live in peace.

Before, if for Harry, winning the war was just a passive habit, but now he was eager to actively fight for it.

He didn't want that fellow Slytherin to be drawn into a dark war. Harry didn't want him to be blacked out.

Is it a holiday...

This is just right.He has some plans that will take time to execute.

At the same time, in order to protect Blaise, he had to leave him completely, as far away as possible.

He has not noticed that his nails are digging into the palm of his hand, deep in his soul, for some reason that he can't understand, the fine sourness is stinging endlessly.

However, his eyes slowly lit up, burning with unwavering brilliance.

Harry went to Hogwarts in the evening.

It was the first time he had been back since leaving for Christmas.

And he'd never shown any inclination to set foot in Hogwarts again, so when Blaise walked out the castle gates, he was surprised by what he saw.

A carriage that is used by students every year when the school starts is parked at the edge of the Forbidden Forest away from the school gate. The decoration of the carriage is more exquisite and gorgeous than usual, but its size is slightly smaller, just matching the only Thestral that pulls the carriage.

The thestral lowered its dragon-like head, and the tip of its nose lightly rubbed against the palm of another black-haired young man.The tall and slender wizard stood upright, silently letting the horrific black winged horse frolic.

He tilted his head slightly, his green eyes curved gently towards Blaise.

"Blaise, off work?" Harry greeted naturally.

"Come pick me up, Harry?" Blaise chuckled, walking up to Harry, watching the Thestrals act like a spoiled child curiously. "Why is there a carriage here?"

"Hmm. It's willing to take us to Muggle London." Harry said, leaning over Blaise to see that there was no one there except for the castle, which was bustling with dinnertime.

Blaise understood the meaning of Harry's gesture and explained, "There's no one else."

Most of the teaching staff live in Hogwarts for a long time, or only go home every weekend.People who come and go every day like Blaise seem to be rare these days.I don't know if he usually walks a long way on foot, passing through the protective range of Hogwarts before apparating.

The two got into the carriage one after another, and after a slight sense of weightlessness, the Thestral flew up smoothly and quickly.

Hogwarts faded away behind him, and Harry leaned against the glass window, staring at the castle getting smaller and smaller, like some kind of delicate palm decoration, until nothing could be seen anymore.

Blaise looked at Harry with a focused expression, keenly noticing that something seemed to have changed in him.Slytherin frowned and noticed the small backpack placed by the side of the black-haired youth, showing no emotion.

"A big thing happened at Hogwarts recently. Interested?" Blaise chatted normally.

"Of course." Harry raised an eyebrow. "The number of people showing love to the charming teaching assistant has exceeded a hundred?"

Blaise sighed exaggeratedly and shook his head, "The latest big event: the acting professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts made all the girls in Hogwarts fall."

"...acting professor?" Harry repeated oddly.

"Sirius Black asked for leave for some reason, Principal Dumbledore continued the style of this school year, and the acting professor he found was a 'handsome, charming, elegant man with dark, mature charm and dazzling blond hair'—"

Harry let out an "oh" as if he had realized something, and showed a dumbfounded expression at Blaise's evaluation of the little witch who didn't know which little witch.

"Presumably he is indeed a professor who is very proficient in the dark arts...defense." Harry said. "So, Potter?"

"You want to know how he is doing?"

Harry looked at Blaise curiously.

"Well—Mr. Potter's potion grades have improved by leaps and bounds this year, and I happened to hear that some students complained to the Slytherin head Draco, questioning whether it was Master Snape who taught him in private. If not, why did he and Snape's original method So similar?" Blaise recalled overhearing students chatting between classes, "The Ravenclaws thought: No wonder Professor Snape made an exception last semester and let Potter join Potions, right in front of him."

Blaise shrugged, "Harry Potter is almost regarded as the Headmaster's Potions Apprentice."

Harry couldn't stop laughing.

"However, the Redeemer's own reaction to these comments...was intense. I can't find the words to fully describe the resentment."

"--hatred?"

"Yes. Hate." Blaise replied in the affirmative. "I overheard Potter yelling at Granger and Weasley: 'How could I! I hate him! He killed my parents, ruined my family, and grew up like an orphan'. He was so enraged that he couldn't hold back his voice .”

Harry slowly stopped laughing.

His expression was uneventful, just a special kind of helplessness and apology for Potter's violent performance that Blaise described.

"...Severus saved him, and saved me." Harry sighed. "Perhaps he is too young and too used to being on the side of the light to understand the existence of the dark...he can't realize now how much Severus Snape has paid to make up for his mistakes..."

"…Is it true what he said? You've been through…?" Blaise asked softly.

Harry frowned thoughtfully, not paying attention to the mixed emotions in Blaise's calm gaze.

"Yes." Harry finally answered. "However, I don't blame him. I understand his position and the choices he made."

"...I mean," Blaise gently pulled Harry's hand that was naturally hanging by his side, wrapping it bit by bit in his soft and warm palm, "'Keep my family ruined, and like a—'"

Blaise stopped talking.

Harry smiled.At least he had something to eat, something to drink, a place to sleep under the roof in winter, and even an education.Much better than most orphans.

Just as he was about to raise his head to answer, he met Blaise's eyes inadvertently.

He stared back in a daze, opened his mouth subconsciously, but the light reply finally dissipated between his lips and teeth, leaving him speechless.

The thestrals pulling the carriage neighed, and Harry quickly turned his head to look outside. From a distance, he could already see the lights of the London Eye lit up, and the city was full of brilliance in the twilight.

Pretending to take a wand, Harry pulled his fingertips from Blaise's warm palm, which suddenly became cold when he saw the destination, and pushed open the window, the slightly cold air whistling from above swept away the unfamiliar atmosphere in the carriage. Harry deliberately leaned out the window, tapped the carriage with the tip of his staff, and cast the Ignore Charm.

Blaise rubbed his still warm palms and flashed a self-deprecating smile when Harry looked away.

Harry turned his head, his face was always flat and gentle.

"Blaise," Harry smiled, "I'm going on a long trip. I'll accompany you to London, and I won't be going back after that."

Blaise smiled calmly, "...I can't remember how many times you've pulled your hand away. My life seems to stop there*…"

Amidst the strong wind, Blaise's reply was fragmented, Harry raised his voice and asked "What?", Blaise laughed and just nodded to show that he heard.

In silence, the carriage landed lightly in an inconspicuous place.Blaise, who was on the outside, opened the door first and stepped out of the carriage. He turned around and was about to hand out his palm, but Harry kicked on the door frame and jumped down. The soft robe brushed against Blaise's palm and slipped out of his hand.

Harry noticed Blaise's silent gesture gazing into his palm, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, honey." Blaise shook his head, laughing softly.

Harry felt a strange tingling in his soul again, and at the same time, a strong emotion he had never tasted before, sour and astringent, making him feel helpless.

If he could taste Blaise's food, it might be this way.

Harry lowered his eyes, running Occlumency.

Blaise was thinking, and suddenly took out a small pendant, and laughed, "Time is short, the appearance may not be so perfect... But, you can promise me: wear it all the time, and try not to take it off as much as possible?"

Harry glanced at the pendant.It is a crystal blue pendant-shaped ornament, about the size of a little finger, and it looks like a lot of messy pattern lines are scattered in a ball. Harry couldn't tell its nature at all, but subconsciously felt close.

Just because it was Blaise's request, Harry didn't think it was a bad thing to follow.He nodded cautiously, picked up the jewelry in Blaise's hands, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt with one hand, and fastened the crystal blue jewelry to the simple silver chain hidden in the collar.

And Blaise was taken aback, staring down at the silver chain Harry was wearing, where a delicate amethyst pendant lay quietly. Blaise looked like he'd never thought Harry was wearing it next to him.

He couldn't help but reached out and touched the amethyst lightly, and adjusted Harry's collar carefully.

Harry took out the object carefully wrapped in cloth from his arms, and handed it to Blaise directly.

"This is…" Blaise took it, weighing it carefully.

"It's not convenient for me to carry it. I hope you can keep it for me."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, "Is it important? Can you wonder what's inside?"

"...Compared to that, it's not that important." Harry smiled with all emotion removed from the screen, "You can open it and see if you're interested."

Then, Harry turned around cleanly, patted the Thestrals to let him fly back to the school, waved his back to Blaise, and disapparated away.

Blaise slowly straightened the line of his lips, swallowing the 'don't go' that almost blurted out.

He was in a daze for a while, but heard a slight cracking sound again, and drew out his wand vigilantly, unexpectedly it was Harry who had just left gracefully. Blaise stared at him suspiciously.

The black-haired young man looked at Blaise with helpless and depressed eyes, but when he saw Blaise's rare dazed look of confusion, all of them turned into full of smiles.

Facing Blaise, Harry put on a big smile with his hands outstretched like a bird's wings.

Blaise was still confused, unable to tell the real from the unreal.

So Harry took the initiative to take two steps forward, retracted his arms, and hugged Blaise tightly—because of his height, it was more like the black-haired youth stuffing himself into Slytherin's arms——Blaise seemed to be cursed by petrification In the process, every inch that touched the other party was as hot as being burned by a raging fire, and he sighed with joy.He stiffened from Harry's sudden closeness to his body heat.

"I'll be back. Take care of yourself, Blaise," Harry said with a bright and generous smile, whispering lightly but carefully, "Goodbye, my best friend."

Harry hugged the dazed Blaise tightly, and then Apparated away.

Blaise's arms suddenly emptied.He maintained the weird movement of raising his arms slightly, staring at the brick Harry was stepping on just now, only one sentence kept spinning in his mind.

"...Merlin, damn it. He said best friend?!" Blaise muttered in shock.

He wiped his face vigorously and took a deep breath, restraining every ounce of disbelief that was too obvious, and it took a long time before he recovered his casual expression, and pulled away the items Harry handed him.

I saw a slightly old but carefully maintained excellent magic wand in the slightly rough cloth strips.

Eleven inches, holly, phoenix tail, nimble and precise.

This is his Harry Potter's unique wand.