HP Dark Hero

?Harry and Blaise looked at each other sweating profusely.

Their expressions were calm, their eyes did not reveal any emotion, and they looked at each other almost identically—at least on the surface, there was nothing wrong.

Blaise stood up first, and he moved to Harry's side, drew his wand and muttered a spell. Harry didn't dodge or dodge, watching the light overflowing from the tip of Blaise's staff enveloped him.

The spell returned a green glow, and Blaise breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand to hold Harry's face directly to him, and Harry naturally staggered away from him, his eyes skipping over Blaise and wandering around, as if to confirm whether it was safe here.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Blaise paused, still asking softly.

Harry turned his head sideways, staring at Blaise steadily, almost with some kind of searching eyes.

But in the end he just smiled.

"I am fine."

Harry stood up, threw the ring wet with sweat in his hand to the corner at random, waved his wand, black flames swirled around the ring as if they were alive, and there was a faint, distant but mournful and hollow sound from the small ring. screams.

The black-haired young man remained expressionless and silent. The flame reflected half of his calm and indifferent side face. He watched the gray mist that resembled a human figure emerge from the ring. .The ring that had been scorched by Fierce Fire had no other damage, except for a little blood-like black substance that flowed out from the ring.

After the Horcrux was destroyed, the strong black magic atmosphere surrounding the entire Gaunt's old house finally disappeared a lot.Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes sounded in the empty old mansion, and thestrals ran in, rubbing Harry's cheek affectionately like a big dog.

Harry patted the thestral and smiled knowingly, "I know you've been following me. You brought him to find me?"

He bent down, picked up the gray obsidian ring, and led the Thestrals towards the door.

Blaise stood where he was.

Harry stopped by the door, turned around and asked, "Blaise, let's go back."

"..."

Blaise nodded slightly.

"it is good."

The two returned to London together in a Thestral, and although they could Apparate, no one offered to do so.

The journey back seemed unusually long. Harry pulled the deformed rein, and the cold wind that was almost filled with ice slag hit his face, and behind him, Blaise Zabini was wrapped around his waist with a look of fear of heights, and his chest was pressed against his back. There is a gap, very warm, and that's all.

Although they are very close, they don't know each other's thoughts at all.

No one spoke to break the silence, nor did they discuss what each other saw in the vision.

Harry rarely seemed hesitant about anything, and most of the time he was used to making decisions as quickly as possible to avoid long nights and dreams.He never wastes time.

He showed the Dark Mark to Dumbledore directly, found Potter's existence and established a consensus to get along with him... contacted Lucius Malfoy, tried Severus Snape's identity... left everything behind and left the stable Hogwarts again, undercover...

Everything is very distinct and has a clear purpose.

Only one person, Blaise Zabini, kept him back.

That guy had indeed firmly embedded himself in Harry Potter's life.

Harry's eyes gradually darkened, and his bright green eyes were somewhat gloomy and thoughtful.

Right now, he didn't even know if he wanted to separate from Blaise Zabini.

As soon as they pushed open the old door between the alleys of Muggle London, they coughed lightly due to the stagnant air in the room, and a thin layer of dust spread on the floor.

"You didn't come back?" Harry asked.

Blaise shrugged, "Because you weren't here."

After a brief exchange, Harry walked into the room and casually hung the backpack aside. The gold cup inside collided with the ring, making a small crisp sound.The two split up their work tacitly, and began to tidy up the house that had been unoccupied for a short period of time. Blaise spread out on the chair and waved his wand, cleaning and refreshing one by one, while Harry opened the window to ventilate.

Just as Harry was walking towards the back door, wanting to check the condition of the half-grazing sheep, Blaise took a step ahead of Harry, stepped to the back door a few steps, crossed his chest, and slowly stood in front of the door.

"Honey," he stood a few steps away from Harry, habitually wearing a lazy smile, but his eyes were not as relaxed as his expression and behavior. "You know everything?"

──Harry's expression changed instantly.

He tensed his back, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were like a silent, stalking wild beast, which might suddenly explode at any moment and eat the prey in front of him in one bite.

His hands fell nonthreateningly relaxed at his sides, his wand within easy reach of a finger hook.At the same time, Harry is proficient in wandless magic, even if he takes away his wand, he cannot remove his sharp claws.

Harry didn't need to answer, these reactions told Blaise Zabini everything.

"Really? Sure enough..." Blaise sighed, "I know that kind of black magic. It's a hallucinatory trap based on the most painful memories of the castee, but because of the second person-namely me, the spell happened. error."

He clenched his fists secretly, his violet eyes were dim, and he whispered to himself.

"You tried to act normal, but the way you looked at me revealed a lot of information. It turned out that the feeling of being inspirited at that time was not an illusion...Those memories were indeed flipped."

Hearing this, Harry closed his eyes, and then opened them slowly and heavily, the hesitation and disbelief in his eyes disappeared.

He drew his wand and pointed it at Blaise from a distance.

Harry squinted his eyes, and held his wand in a very steady posture. The tip of the wand slowly aimed at Blaise's forehead, heart, and limbs... The wand found in Knockturn Alley couldn't withstand Harry's powerful magic power, and sparks burst out of control.

The small decoration placed by the back door suddenly exploded, and the flying ceramic shards scratched Blaise's face, even so, Blaise in front of the door remained calm.

Harry seemed to be burned by the bright red blood that immediately dripped from the wound. He lowered his eyes, dropped his wand casually, and turned his head to look dangerously at Blaise.

He approached Blaise step by step, and Blaise stepped back step by step, until Blaise's back was against the door, and Harry leaned forward, trapping Blaise Zabini between his body and the door panel with a "dong".

With one hand on Blaise's side, Harry grabbed his collar and pulled him closer to Blaise's ear, with a sinister grin on his lips.

"Any last words to tell?" he said.

Blaise laughed lowly.

"Please tell HarryJames Potter that I love him and would rather die in his arms." Blaise chuckled softly, staring slightly down at the black-haired young man who trapped him by the door, his eyes slightly twitched, his gaze seductive, And naturally stretched out his hands around the waist of the other party, holding him deeply in his arms.

Blaise hooked Harry's waist, noticing Harry's calm and indifferent eyes, the person who was pressed against the door finally gradually lost his smile.He raised his right hand and casually wiped the bleeding scar on his cheek, then lightly touched the crystal blue ornament hanging around Harry's neck, staring at the blood-stained ornament for a moment.

"I thought you'd just throw me out the door," Blaise said.

Harry said sarcastically, and said coldly, "Why? Are you going to see Potter?"

Once the words came out, Blaise hesitated for a moment at Harry's thoughtless mockery, because it sounded odd in both tone and content, but didn't make it clear.

"…Can you tell me why, Blaise?"

"No." Blaise replied decisively.

"Why?" Harry said emphatically.

"Because I can't be stopped by you, Harry."

Harry held Blaise tightly, sighed in frustration, and tried to find a clue to break through the situation. He said as calmly as possible, "I suspect, you know exactly what your answer means?"

"Yes."

"...even if I might resort to brutal means to get the answers I want?"

Blaise actually smiled calmly.

"Again, yes." Blaise's eyes showed a little madness, "- because I don't want to be stopped by anyone. I will do anything for you, whether you want it or not. You may forget--I am a Slytherins will stop at nothing to get what they want, no doubt about it."

Harry took a deep breath.

"Listen, Blaise," he said, slowly releasing his hand from Blaise's side, "you're just emotionally affected by that dark magic item that belonged to Voldemort. I'm going to leave for a while to calm you down .”

Blaise was taken aback for a moment, his eyes flashed with a violent struggle, and finally settled on a firm look full of great sorrow and pain.Then he closed his eyes and locked his true emotions tightly.

"I'm sorry. Harry. I'm sorry..." Blaise murmured, "You are the only one in this world, and I want to keep your life even if I sacrifice everything."

Harry's eyes widened slightly.

He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and dexterously rolled over, throwing him heavily on the door panel. When Harry was distracted by the pain in his vest, he twisted Harry's wrists with one hand and raised them above his head, using his height advantage to firmly nail Harry to the door. On the door, he took advantage of the opportunity to get stuck between Harry's legs, restricting all his movements.

Harry suddenly felt heat on his forehead, Blaise strangled him, forcibly pressed their foreheads together, and when their eyes met, the strong strangeness in those violet eyes that were usually gentle and restrained made him Harry had the illusion of being controlled by others.

"Harry, look at me." Blaise raised an affectionate and charming smile, his deep purple eyes flickering on and off, like a bottomless vortex, eager to choose someone and devour him.He stared at Harry, and said in a low, sexy voice, "──We are all too tired, what happened today is nothing but a nightmare. We shared our dreams casually, ate together, took a relaxing bath, and leaned on each other for peace of mind Go to sleep. Why not?"

"You like me. You won't leave...Neither of us will leave."

Harry was stunned, and was in a trance for a moment.For a moment, he even thought Blaise was right.

He had seen a similar scene in Blaise's memory before, and he thought it was a method of hypnosis, but when he became the person involved, he could clearly distinguish that it was not Muggle hypnosis.

It's more like... mind magic.

Unlike the Imperius Curse, this type is very mild and difficult to detect, and it tends to be subtle through hints. It is difficult to tell whether there is magic working between them.And Blaise was probably eager to let the hint take effect immediately, making the change obvious to Harry.

Harry quickly regained his composure, realizing that if he could even resist the Imperius Curse, it would certainly not work for him - when he realized this, his breathing fluttered for a moment, and he felt a strange sense of anxiety in his heart.

This only shows that all his reactions are all out of his heart.He is shaken by his emotions.

Does hinting really work wonders? Harry thought nervously.Otherwise why would he feel guilty?

However, he can clearly distinguish between the real and the fake, knowing that all that was not a nightmare, but something that actually happened.

"...I—"

Blaise's haunting gaze was still fixed on him for a moment.

Harry's whole body froze, his senses were infinitely magnified, and scorching blood rushed through his body.

"...You are really confident." Harry said dryly, with a confused look on his face, "Let me go."

He twitched his wrist, but in exchange for a stronger grip.

"…I have to."

"But..." Harry swallowed hard, "Blaise...maybe you're right." Harry whispered, as if facing his silent self, "Maybe...I...to you..."

Blaise suddenly laughed, he leaned over to peck Harry's lips affectionately but distantly, interrupting Harry's unfinished words, then lowered his head to avoid Harry's gaze, and buried his head on the other's neck.

"...Don't say it." He tightened his hands.

Harry noticed that even though Blaise seemed to be doing everything he could, he was shaking slightly uncontrollably against his body.

Obviously Blaise was the one who chose this bad move, but at the moment he seemed to be in more pain than Harry. The inappropriate hotness and embarrassment in Harry's heart slowly cooled in Blaise's almost imperceptible trembling, transforming into another heavier, warmer but sour emotion.

"Actually," Harry said after a while, "all distractions, including the Imperius Curse, are mostly… ineffective for me. You can't use that to stop me from leaving if I want to."

Blaise's hand tightened suddenly.

"But I have to try." Blaise's voice was slow and clear, "I can't do nothing."

"...Why are you so sure I can't accept it?"

Blaise said softly, "You've gotten so used to protecting others. In your heart, you put yourself below anything else, but subconsciously you think you're stronger than other people, and you put yourself in the position of saving position of the victim, ready to sacrifice his life for these things”

Harry was about to refute, but remained silent.

"I don't ask for your forgiveness or understanding, and neither will I stop."

Harry thought to himself, "Forgive me for saying this... The actions you take may not be effective. I could very well be killed by his Avada the next minute, or even the next second, against Voldemort, even if I did everything right. Because he's broken and lost his mind."

"…I know." Blaise's voice was controlled and strained, "but if I didn't do that, you'd never live. There's only one irreparable mistake for me, and that's to stand and watch you die. I It is impossible to just sit and watch...lose you again."

Blaise was silent for a moment, then asked hoarsely, "If you don't value your life so much...why won't you give it to me?"

The relationship between Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini began with each other's plans, and once ended when he fell into the curtain, and then the two concealed and deceived each other, almost never confessed to each other, but they were strangely dependent on each other.

He was to Blaise, Blaise was to him, there was so much mixed emotion between them, it seemed simple, yet complicated.

This is not necessarily love, but it is more difficult than love.

With a slight struggle, Harry escaped from Blaise's grip.He took a few steps back, turned and left without looking at Blaise again.

Blaise stared up at Harry's back in a daze, quietly clenched his wand tightly, his expression ruthless and desperate for a moment, his eyes swept over every line connecting the gems hastily and unsteadily.In the end, he let go of his hand in despair, slumped against the wall and slumped down, laughing at himself, "I didn't expect this day to come so early..."

Something in the Slytherin's eyes seemed to die, becoming cold and empty.

However, after a while, Harry came back again, and he sat cross-legged next to Blaise under Blaise's bewildered and surprised gaze, nestled with him by the door, and threw all the things in his arms on the ground.

He dropped a bunch of Honeydukes desserts, creamy mints, mints, licorice magic sticks, sizzling bees, ice mice, and dozens of different flavors of chocolate, with bags of them in them King size Muggle crisps.

Harry turned his head, grinning at Blaise's bewildered gaze.

"We need to open up and talk about everything," Harry muttered. "None of us look like we've got appetite for dinner. I think we need wine...but there's not a bottle in the damn house. Take this instead. If you do not mind?"

Harry placed the full [-]ml plastic bottle of Coke in front of Blaise.

"Because you don't like to drink..." Blaise murmured dreamily, looking dazed. "...you didn't leave?"

Harry looked back at him oddly.

"Did I say I was leaving?"

"But, you won't accept me—to Potter—" Blaise's throat clenched, the bitter taste in his lips and teeth, and he couldn't speak.

Harry rubbed his short hair, and replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

He looked very tired, staring at the pile of snacks in a daze, with his back bent, as if putting another feather would crush him.There are faint shadows under the green eyes, but the eyes are very firm, exuding a subtle light.

He talked about something else.

"Blaise, from my point of view, apart from believing that my sincerity and devotion to others are so slow that even Merlin would jump in anger, you also don't trust yourself very much." Harry said, taking out a plate of cheap chocolates, peeling off the outside Layers of wrapping paper, "You think there are too many things that are more important to me than you. You don't think I'd be willing to touch you when I knew you tried to hurt Potter."

Blaise sneered, silent, but clearly conveying the 'because that's the way it is' message.

"You know what I saw in your memory, and I decided that I would not accept your actions, so I kept my mouth shut. Well... I really didn't forgive you, and I have doubts about your actions."

Unfortunately we were wrong about one thing.

It turns out that to me, you are the most important person in this world.

Harry tossed open the package, snapped off more than half of the chocolate, and stuffed it into Blaise's mouth. Blaise choked at the rough gesture. Harry bit the remaining half into his mouth.

"Let's talk after we've had some chocolate to calm our nerves." He smiled and squeezed Blaise's hand tightly. "Share it together.—after all, neither of us intends to part with each other?"

Blaise squeezed Harry's hand tightly and mumbled "... huh?", looking in disbelief, as if everything in front of him was so absurd that he hadn't even thought about it in his most extravagant dreams.

Harry looked at Blaise's dazed face, raised his eyebrows and teased, "However, you'd better be prepared, because I'll still beat you up afterwards."

Blaise shrank his shoulders, buried his face in Harry's arms, and hugged him tightly. Harry was a little helpless, but he also wrapped his arms around Blaise.

"Honey, then you have to hold on to me before I run away in fear of crime." Blaise said vaguely.Where Harry couldn't see, he breathed a sigh of relief quietly, his eyes showed a little real cunning and cunning, he silently curled his lips into a low smile, but when he raised his head, his face was tired and gentle, and his eyes were reddish.

The two huddled together to share junk food the way ordinary kids share rare treats.

Ever since Blaise was wandering around with little Harry in his mind and felt like the memory was being opened like a book, he'd realized that there was something he couldn't hide.A showdown is inevitable, and the process and follow-up explanation methods need to be bold and careful, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false, and the details are carefully considered to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

…he really couldn't contain Harry, unless he resorted to extreme measures.

That would make everything irreparable, but fortunately it didn't go that far.

However, his explanation to Harry was sneering at himself with a somewhat self-defeating expression, "If I can even sit in the corner and eat Muggle potato chips, there is really nothing that can scare me."

Perhaps Dumbledore's candy-sipping pattern of conversation did work, Harry thought.

"The reason I want Potter to disappear is to keep you alive." Blaise offered to explain.

Harry looked puzzled.

"It is impossible for two identical souls to exist in the world at the same time, let alone HarryJames Potter, who stands at a major turning point in this special period and directly affects hundreds of thousands of people." Blaise explained, "You will weaken day by day, Until the soul disappears—the law of this world excludes foreign existence..."

Blaise gave Harry a hesitant look, who looked at Blaise unwaveringly.

"—I've actually done it once. I think so. Potter voluntarily jumped into the veil, which is almost suicide... makes perfect sense and doesn't expose my existence..." Blaise murmured. "I didn't know Potter did it at the time, until I found out that the person I thought was the little savior had been replaced by you. I thought you could finally live in this world safely, but found Potter's existence during a visit."

"If Potter is still inside you, maybe you can get away with it, but your body will collapse first... Only by peeling him off can you kill him again."

If killing Potter was the only way to save Harry, Blaise wouldn't hesitate.But even if he really didn't have feelings for Potter, he couldn't show it right now.Choosing such a roundabout way to do it is also only considering that the possibility of various aspects affecting him and Harry is relatively low.

"Maybe it's not that bad?" Harry said, "I don't feel weakened after being separated from Potter…"

Blaise forced a smile, "Your soul is probably about to give up. You saw my memory, but I touched a part of your consciousness...or soul...he's only about 10 years old."

Harry's face hardened.

"The speed has slowed down a lot." Blaise took off the blood-stained crystal blue pendant on Harry's chest and tapped it with his wand. The pendant unfolded like a newborn leaf, slowly flattened, and appeared on both sides What is in front of people is actually a palm-sized magic circle.Delicately patterned, almost a work of art, it's a far cry from what it looks like when it's rolled up.

Blaise muttered a Levitation Charm and swung his wand at the ground, the soft snow-white carpet lifted off the ground and then fell again, but that brief moment was long enough for Harry to see the lines that covered every inch of the ground.

"One of the functions of these magic circles is to stabilize the soul. It comes from the library of the Department of Mysteries. And this special blue material has the characteristics of immortality, steadfastness, and loyalty in magic. Even if you can't stay here for a long time, Wearing it would at least lessen the impact. And, here in New Zealand... which is the farthest place in the world from England - from Potter.

Blaise's detailed explanation sounded a bit unbelievable, but Harry's eyes showed that he believed it.

Because he is the one who feels everything directly, every time he comes back to England, he is out of breath, but in this house in New Zealand, he is relaxed and comfortable, like... 'home'.It turns out that these are not empty psychological effects.

He didn't think too much about what 'one of the functions' meant, and he didn't know that he was almost imprisoned here because of Blaise's mistake.

"How do you know this? Two souls...at least I never thought about it...nor have I seen it in any books, even conjectures." Harry said.

Blaise was silent for a moment.

"As you can see, I came after you myself, Harry," he said with a sigh.

Blaise briefly mentioned how he got here.

What is the scene at the end of the door?

At first, he just studied the world behind the arch and the curtain, and found almost nothing. After some twists and turns, he realized that some problems should be understood in the direction of the time converter, and finally found a way to track Harry's direction.

However, the uncertainty of time and space is too strong, something went wrong on the way, and he arrived earlier than expected.

Moreover, there was no Harry of his here.

Later, because he was weakening at an alarming rate, he found a solution once and for all, and at the same time began to hint to Potter - if one day Harry came to this world, he didn't think Harry would accept the way of sacrificing Harry Potter here to let himself live, Blaise Decided to do it for Harry.

"I know that I don't have the ability to cross the arch a second time, and even this time it's not entirely out of my own ability. You can hardly imagine that I didn't find your mood at the time." Blaise watched Harry quietly, as if he didn't know how to look at him. not enough.

Harry thought of Blaise Zabini he had seen in his memory. Blaise didn't know at the time whether Harry would come here in thousands of parallel worlds, he could only wait day after day, spinning around like a trapped animal.

"During those one or two years, I continued to inject magic power into the crystals used for communication. I thought you came here because of this..." Blaise sighed, "Now that I think about it, maybe the real reason is that Harry Potter here is due to my interference Enter the arch, disappear unexpectedly, and you are drawn by some kind of law to fill the position, and you hit the right spot."

But Potter's surprise was that only his soul fell into the arch, but his body was taken away by Voldemort, and even his soul was brought back by Harry with great luck, which was unexpected.

They even got along well enough that Blaise had to let things go so far that Potter and Harry had to be separated before it was too late when Harry was gone and Potter took possession of his body.

At the same time, it was also to destroy Potter's existence alone and restore everything to Harry.

However, even after talking about it, Harry's problems didn't improve in any way.

"Stop making hints to Potter. Even if Potter disappears, Voldemort still exists. Without Potter, things might get worse," Harry promised Blaise. "A way will be found. We'll all survive."

Blaise nodded solemnly, thinking arrogantly and bitterly in his heart--when necessary, it is not difficult to seize the right time to kill Potter. And what about Voldemort?It was just a dark wizard who claimed land in the British Isles--his soul wasn't even whole.There are many places in the world that his power cannot touch. Blaise tentatively picked up a Coke to soothe his throat, but choked on the fizz from the fizzy drink.

Harry pondered the sudden and important message, and to organize his thoughts he summoned a pen and paper to scribble on, and a moment later he asked a question that Blaise hadn't expected.

"So... where's the Blaise Zabini here?" Harry asked, "Severus has merged with the Snape here, but I know that when you came here, the Blaise Zabini of this world still existed..."

Blaise smiled.

"...he's dead, dear," he said.

At this point, the conversation between the two has almost come to an end.There are indeed many things that have brought impact. Perhaps the greatest blessing in misfortune is that there are very few things that are too late to recover.

Harry squeezed Blaise's hand tightly and said nothing.

He was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Then, I also have something to confess—"

Blaise caressed him, "Is it about the war? Actually, you didn't bother to hide it..."

"No, not those." Harry interrupted Blaise with rare rudeness.

He originally thought it was just a minor ailment caused by lack of rest, but after gaining a more comprehensive understanding of the situation, he realized that it was not the case.

Harry smiled wryly: "I can't taste it anymore—this is probably a side effect of... the weakening of the soul."

At least until his soul can't hold it anymore, he can only push forward the war with the fastest speed—and then, let it end.