The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Caught off guard, snapped firmly by the familiar emerald green eyes, Snape's heart suddenly stirred.On that afternoon many years ago, the green eyes that stared coldly at his unscrupulous words...

— "I don't need help from a stinky little Mudblood like her!"

—No, it’s not…he didn’t want to say that—

——"Very well, I won't worry about it again in the future."

— that’s not it — that’s not what it means — please —

Snape woke up with a start, this is Remembrance!He stood up abruptly, wanting to build Occlumency, but he didn't expect that Harry was chasing after him. He rushed over almost instantly, pinned him firmly on the seat, and shouted: "Look at me!"

The bright and compelling green eyes defeated him again——

No-no-Lily... I was wrong, please...don't go...

"Give me—get out——!!"

Snape's veins bulged, his muscles tensed, and he pushed Harry violently out of the way. Occlumency was fully built, and he stood up panting, writhing in anger.

It never occurred to him that Potter, a brat who couldn't even learn Occlumency - could use Legilimency quietly!If it wasn't defenseless - he could even resist the Dark Lord's Instinct, let alone Potter's level - but he was defenseless!

Harry got up from the ground, and he didn't even think that he really succeeded—he didn't have high hopes at first, after all, the strength of his instigmatism was mediocre, but he usually practiced it with Hermione smoothly, and it was relatively smooth. Just let it go.I tried it on a whim, but I didn’t expect to read it, and it’s such an amazing memory——

"You—like—my mother?"

His somewhat eerie tone irritated Snape, and the Potions Master grabbed the front of his school uniform and yelled furiously, "It's none of your business! Damn Potter! Stupid! Self-righteous! How dare you...!"

Harry punched him viciously on the right side of the cheek, knocking him back a step, and chasing after him aggressively, pinching his hem, and yelling angrily, "You use that word to call her! How... Dare!"

The soul-piercing question was like a hot slap, harder to bear than a fist.Harry could clearly see that Snape's eyes flinched for a moment, but then it became gloomy, so cold that it seemed to drop scum.

"What about you, Potter?" He asked with a horrified expression, "Do you remember who killed your mother? Did the Dark Lord do you a little favor and make you forget your last name?" !"

Harry's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Shut up!" He raised his fist furiously.But Snape suffered a loss once, and he squeezed his fist as expected and sneered: "Thanks to Dumbledore for crediting you, I think you don't want to be a savior at all, and you have long been eager to follow the Dark Lord." Begging for mercy!"

"Shut up! I tell you to shut up—!" Harry erupted with astonishing strength, displaying the results of years of Quidditch training. He not only broke away from Snape's grip, but also punched him viciously. Knock the lackadaisical Potions Master to the ground.

Snape spat out a mouthful of blood, the sweet taste of rust spreading in his mouth.Instead, he seemed to have regained his usual ease, and mocked sullenly: "I'm getting angry from embarrassment, Potter."

Harry stepped up and pulled him up from the ground, "You don't understand anything, Snape."

"Fuchsia!"

Snape reached for his wand and lashed out.An invisible force instantly grabbed Harry's right leg, hanging him upside down, but Harry reacted extremely quickly, and he drew out his wand just as he was in the air, shouting, "Expelliarmus!"

The spell hit Snape's thigh, and the Fuchsia Charm broke.Harry rolled away and distanced himself from him.

The two seem to finally realize that they can also use magic, and start casting spells at each other.

"I really don't understand, how did you get out of the Forbidden Forest alive, Potter?"

Like a long-suppressed explosion, Snape shot out questions like cannonballs while fighting.

"What did the Dark Lord promise? Spare you not to die? Let that dog go?... You and him have colluded for a long time, right!"

"Shut your dirty mouth!" Harry yelled unbearably, "What qualifications do you have...you don't know anything! You're the one who thinks so!"

The curse lights flashed randomly, and the office became a mess.

Harry and Snape tugged at each other so viciously that their wands were out of their hands.

"You're just like your father," said Snape, gasping, "disgustingly arrogant."

"It's surprising!" Harry imitated his tone, sarcastically, "It's only me and my father, why didn't you mention my mother? She was the one you scolded the most, wasn't she!"

"Shut up!" Snape pushed him hard, almost hysterically, all the strength in his body burst out, "You have no right to mention her—"

He roared like crazy: "She used her own life! Let you live!"

These words made Harry tremble all over. He staggered and was pushed all the way to the door, with his head down, his hands clenched into white fists, and he murmured suppressedly: "...I know...I Of course...but what qualifications do you have...how can I get you..."

"I—" Snape's eternal black eyes seemed to be burning with hot lava, "I can live for her!"

Needle drop could be heard in the office.

Snape took two steps back, looked at him in shock and anger, and immediately regretted what he had said.

Before Harry could speak, he pointed rudely at the door: "Go away."

"Can--"

"roll!!"

Harry was thrown out the door and didn't know where to go.Moments of incessant, frenzied roars flashed through their minds, as if their confrontation wasn't over yet.

That last sentence confirmed Snape's position without a doubt, and it would have caused a huge shock to Harry at other times, but now he could only vaguely feel a distant tremor.Even closer, Snape roared like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Although it deviates from the truth, every word pierces the heart and makes it difficult to breathe.

He walked to the eighth floor blankly, looked at the tapestry of Silly Barnabas, and wondered why there was no doorknob.It took a while to remember that I had to walk back and forth three times, thinking about the room I was going to enter.

I need a lounge... He pushed open the door exhaustedly, and only when he saw the familiar scene of the Gryffindor lounge did he show a hint of relief.

Before reaching his usual seat, Harry suddenly heard the sound of the door closing, and was startled in horror——

Someone followed?

He scanned the door vigilantly and found nothing unusual, but his intuition told him something was wrong.

He shook his head, and sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened. He was just about to blow up someone unexpectedly, but he felt the coolness of his fingertips covering his cheeks, causing goosebumps.

He subconsciously wanted to hide, but he found that the outline of distorted light appeared in the air, and it was gradually outlined into a slender figure. After seeing the face with deep eye sockets clearly, his tense nerves relaxed.

"...When did you follow?"

he asked gruntingly.

Voldemort didn't answer, his fingers ran across his jaw and landed on the button in front of him.Harry grabbed it and said sadly, "I'm not in the mood right now..."

The hand didn't hold up, so Harry let go, and it moved to the side skirt, rubbing the red stain there lightly.Only then did Harry realize that his clothes were stained with blood from the scuffle.

"not mine……"

"I know."

Voldemort spoke, but his voice was unrecognizable.

"...Replace it."

...It turned out to be dirty.

Realizing that he had misunderstood just now, Harry couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and took off his coat wordlessly.

The sofa beside him sank slightly, and Voldemort sat down.

But at this very moment, the last person Harry wanted to face was him.

"It didn't go well?"

"……No."

"..."

After a while, he finally realized how pale the answer was, especially with the blood-stained coat still on the side... Harry added dryly, "I didn't lose to him."

Voldemort seemed to smile, "That's great."

"..." Harry wasn't sure if he was being ridiculed, but he really didn't have the energy to tell, so he just kept his head in silence.

He clearly felt Voldemort's gaze resting on the back of his head, that intense gaze mixed with scrutiny always excited Harry, but at this moment he just wanted to escape from it.

The atmosphere suddenly became unbearably silent.

"Why don't you dare look at me?"

asked Voldemort, his voice tinged with oppression.

"I didn't…" Harry said against his will.In order to increase his persuasiveness, he forced himself to turn his head, but he couldn't go any further.

Voldemort sneered, got up to leave, and was grabbed by Harry.

"...Where are you going?"

"Go find Snape."

He didn't look back, his voice was menacing.

"Or let him roll over."

Harry trembled slightly, and unconsciously tightened his hand.

"……do not go."

Voldemort lowered his head, his eyes fell on the corner of his clothes.Harry's strength was enough to wrinkle the silky fabric, and the knuckles were slightly white, like his pale face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, didn't turn around, but didn't break free either.

Harry knew he had to convince him, almost intuitively...he just knew.

He had to do it, despite his broken heart.

His brain was working hard in a chaotic storm, and Harry couldn't think of anything for a while, but a sense of anxiety emerged from every corner.

"You don't welcome me, Harry," said Voldemort calmly, with barely audible disapproval.

But every word is dissatisfaction.

Harry felt suffocated in his heart, and the anxiety was dispelled by an unknown force. A sentence formed in his mind, came down his throat to his mouth, and spit it out wantonly.

"I need you."

He felt a little dazed, not sure why he wanted to say that.

There was silence in the air for a while.Harry gradually felt the strength of his fingers diluted by sweat, and he was about to lose his grip on the piece of fabric, so Voldemort slowly turned around.

He returned to Harry, his eyes were as deep as his brows, without a trace of joy, but he stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms.

Movements that were so slow that they were almost tortured, and a voice that was so soft that it was almost alienated.

"I know you're lying."

Harry buried his face in his arms, and the arms around his waist squeezed him even harder, his muscles so tense that they trembled slightly.

He just gritted his teeth silently, and there were bits and pieces of moisture in his closed eyes.

No one knows.