The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Sitting stiffly under the tree, Sirius tried to get up, but found that he could only move his lower body.

"Uh, hold on tight, Sirius."

Harry knelt down in front of him awkwardly, not getting too close because of someone's preoccupation.

"It's like this... I don't want anything to happen to you... Besides, the most important thing now is to find Lupine, can you promise me not to attack Tom?"

He carefully avoided the overly straightforward fact that Sirius couldn't beat Tom, and persuaded him tactfully.This way of speaking, now he seems to be more and more proficient.

Naturally, Sirius would not make things difficult for him, but just stared at Voldemort hostilely.

"Is he threatening you?"

Tom smiled contemptuously back, and Harry answered before he had time to aggravate the situation, "I threatened him."

Both of them looked at him together.

Tom's eyes are: how can I not know?

Sirius is: I don't believe it.

"Cough cough..."

Harry quietly cheered himself up, after going through so many big scenes with nothing to say, now it's just two people... It's not a big problem.

"As long as he doesn't take the initiative to attack you, I will take good care of his wand." Harry said confidently, "You saw that he gave the wand to another self on the rostrum, and now it is in my hand."

"..." Sirius didn't know whether he could see his guilty conscience, and asked half-believingly, "In your hands?"

"Correct."

"let me see?"

Tom twirled the wand in his hand, wondering how Harry was going to do it.

Unexpectedly, Harry stretched his hand back, directly grasped his wrist, and lifted it up as he touched the wand.

"Look, it's in my hand." The expression was impeccable.

Sirius:"……"

Tom: "..."

Sirius: "...Harry."

"can."

Tom interrupted suddenly.

"I'll let you keep it, Harry. If he doesn't make trouble."

Both Harry and Sirius were a little shocked.

Harry wanted to fool the past and make Sirius realize that Tom was no danger to him.I never thought about asking him to promise anything.

Sirius was even more unbelievable.He himself had just witnessed the thrilling encounter with the Dark Lord for the wand, and knew how vigilant the opponent's wand hand was-even if he couldn't actually touch it with a full-throttle sprint-his godson He caught it casually, without encountering any resistance.

For wizards on the battlefield, this is almost tantamount to giving up their arms.

He looked suspiciously at Voldemort, who held the contempt in his eyes undiminished, and handed Harry his wand without looking sideways.

... Harry glanced furtively back and forth between the two, and took the yew wand judiciously.

When the wand was picked up, there was a bit of heat, as if holding a holly wand in Ollivander's store for the first time.

As if welcoming him.

"...Okay, I promise you."

Sirius said gravely, his gaze finally returning to Harry.

No one seemed to feel wronged, although Tom had already drawn out his wand, which he had just put away.

Relieved, Harry surreptitiously gave Tom a grateful look.

Tom returned a vague smirk.

...In short, there are more important things now.

Harry looked away quickly, and said as he undid Sirius' petrification spell, "We need to find Lupine quickly..."

"The Lupine story," Sirius moved his stiff wrist, and suddenly coughed uncomfortably, "I made it up."

"...what?" Harry was dumbfounded.

Sirius avoided Harry's gaze: "It's true that Lupine hasn't shown up for a while. Hermione insists that I go back to the castle together, so I'll just say it..." Speaking of this, his tone suddenly became strong, "If it's really early How could I not tell you what news I received!"

"So..." Harry's tone was not very good, "You just came to chase Tom?"

Sirius looked behind Harry, and Voldemort, who had been watching from the sidelines, seemed to hear the protection in Harry's tone, and his eyes met him unabashedly, showing the kind of complacency that Sirius hated most.

"He's killing... life indiscriminately," said Sirius forcefully, "I know you wouldn't want to..."

Harry lowered his head, not knowing what to think.

Sirius couldn't hear the answer, only to realize that his mood was wrong, and immediately got up in a panic.

"Harry, I'm not...fuck!"

He wanted to go over to hug his godson, but he was pushed away by a leg thrusting across him suddenly, and he fell back on his back.

"Sorry, didn't see you."

Tom said without apology.

He took one step forward, blocked Harry firmly, flipped the spot where the jersey was hit, and looked down at Sirius, as if he was afraid that he would not be stimulated enough.

"A coward who only uses godson as an excuse."

In the past, Harry had only seen Tom's ability to please people, but now he realized that when he wanted to make someone unhappy, he could also piss people off.

Once again, Sirius erupted in a frenzied murderous aura.

"Volde Mort!"

His fists were clenched so tightly that they trembled slightly, as if he was about to pounce on him at any moment.

Tom didn't move at all, there was even a flash of success in his eyes, and he was pressing his wand in his hand preparedly.

The next second it stopped.

Because Harry grabbed the hem of his shirt.

Tom turned his head, there was no mercy in his eyes.

But Harry just looked at him silently, as if he had a thousand words and didn't need to say more.

On the other hand, although Sirius couldn't see it, he seemed to be worried about something, suppressed his anger, and was able to stay still all the time.

Both sides are deadlocked.

Finally, Tom shook off Harry's hand unmoved.

My heart skipped a beat.Harry heard a low, muffled curse before Tom walked away from him before cooling off completely.

Left alone, Harry and Sirius looked at each other.

Whether it was Harry's sadness or Sirius' rage, they suddenly disappeared in a daze.

After staring at each other for a few seconds, Harry got up suddenly, not wanting to pay attention to Sirius' thoughts, and only hurried to catch up with Tom, grabbing his hand.

Tom didn't shake him off, but he didn't stop either.

Harry had to walk quickly to keep up with him.

"Where are you going?"

Tom said after a while, "Do what you don't like."

Choked, but Harry wasn't surprised.

It just took a few seconds to adjust.

"...Can I, come with you?"

He seems to be used to this kind of conversation.

But for some reason, this time seemed to be particularly difficult, and I had to pause.

A trace of heat suddenly rose from the eye sockets.

Tom stopped suddenly and turned his head to examine his expression carefully.

Harry was too late to start, feeling terribly bad.

Because he knows how sharp Tom is.

"look up."

Sure enough, Tom ordered without any nonsense.

"...what are you doing?"

Harry didn't listen.

A hand caressed his face, slightly held it up as if asking, and held it up very gently.

Even the breath sprinkled on the skin is insignificant.

Not as gentle as Tom.

The heat that had just been suppressed was drawn out lightly and delicately, and fell suddenly.

Tom lowered his head and kissed away the silent tear, and slowly, as if controlling his emotions strictly, he stated softly: "I'm very upset, Harry, and I need to vent...Staying there will only make the scene unbearable." Clean up...you are very smart, but my patience is running out...We all know that if you follow at this time, it will only become two people unhappy..."

Harry didn't like the explanation at all, but found it somehow comforting and uncontrollably poignant.

Unable to speak, he could only nod sadly, and his eyes turned red uncontrollably.

They were too close for Tom to ignore the moisture in his eyes.

Harry couldn't mistake his weak sigh either.

"But... I like that you follow me without thinking."

His tone was finally a little satisfied, and he put his palm on the side of Harry's neck, caressing the metal chain of the locket vaguely.

"You know...even if I walk away for a while, it's impossible for you to make out with that Black...the locket will teach him a profound lesson when necessary."

Harry was suddenly overwhelmed by him and slapped his hand away.

"What's making out, what's going on in your head? Sirius is my godfather!"

"It's better not." Tom said unmoved, darkly and coldly, "otherwise I will let him taste a life more hopeless than Azkaban."

After finishing the last sentence, he suddenly turned his eyes to the direction of a certain tree.

"Do you hear that, Blake?"

Sirius was caught just after he hid, and he planned to play dead until the end, but Harry called him with concern: "Sirius? Are you there?"

Nothing.

He came out with a dark face, cursing Voldemort in his heart, but he didn't know how to face his godson.

The moment he decided to chase after him, he had no intention of going back alive.

When hatred invaded his brain, he could be desperate, but Voldemort didn't kill him, and cooperated with Harry's comfort. Things went beyond his expectation. No matter how angry Xiao was, he couldn't continue to ignore the relationship between the two tie down.

"Harry..."

Sirius walked halfway, and found that they were close to half embracing and looking at him, their attitudes towards each other were natural and indifferent, suddenly feeling like outsiders.

"You...you..."

He was at a loss for a while, not knowing what to say.

Harry turned and walked towards him actively, Tom's burning gaze followed behind him, and even the chain around his neck seemed to be on fire.

"Sirius... sorry."

Anyway, Harry felt compelled to apologize.

"I haven't had a good opportunity to discuss with you about the two of us."

"...You're not wrong, Harry." Sirius looked past him, "It's not you who should apologize."

Tom's gaze met him across Harry, revealing a faint murderous intent.

Then it was blocked by Harry.

"Okay." Harry precisely blocked the line of sight of the two, "I know that some people may have more people to apologize to than they can count in their lifetime."

Sirius was shocked by what he said, and his expression became serious.

"And," said Harry heavily, "there will be more of that number in the future."

"Harry..."

Sirius did not expect his godson to be sober.

He thought... like when James pursued Lily...

"However, this does not prevent me from apologizing to you, Sirius."

Harry's words brought him back to reality.

"I can't undo Tom's past sins, and I can't guarantee that he won't continue in the future. The only thing I can be sure of is that I still want to be with him now. I'm sorry, but I can't just sit back and watch you and him attack each other. No matter who is hurt, It's hard for me to accept it. It's true... my thinking is very naive, but at least, can you, allow me to try?"

Sirius met those Lily's eyes, flashing memories from long ago in a trance.

They are indeed different... Although James is committed to Lily, his initial pursuit is full of impulsiveness.In retrospect, none of them thought deeply about the long-term future represented by Lily's identity and position.Just purely pursuing what you love, so you can lightly promise such a heavy proposition in life...

That's why Lily hated them for a time. If it wasn't for a coincidence later, James began to reflect seriously, the two of them might never be together...

And Harry, his godson, who hasn't even made it to seventh grade and looks like he's just fallen into a giddy love, says something like this...

Sirius, struck by a sudden, embarrassing stupor - he didn't know what he was ignorantly understanding - challenged the man Harry loved to a duel and was deliberately killed by him.

Perhaps it was the perfect way to kill the soul of his godson.

he thought sadly.Then he suddenly realized that he never seemed to really understand his godson; ironically, the culprit who was full of evil may understand Harry better than anyone...

Tom was impatient with the wait, and Harry was looking at Sirius worriedly when he came up—after he finished speaking, Sirius hung his head and didn't answer for a while.

Tom heard it clearly, and naturally knew Harry's uneasiness—if Sirius couldn't forgive, he would sink into the quagmire of self-blame, and it would be impossible to find peace—

Pressing the surging killing intent, Tom decided to end this doomed fruitless conversation.Leaning close to Harry's ear, he said something that completely turned his attention away.

Harry looked up sharply, looked in the direction of the castle, and then at him.

Unbelievable: "You said... what...?"

Tom glanced at Sirius who was still in a trance, slowed down his speech, and repeated word by word.

"Give Hogwarts to the Death Eaters, it's time to take you to collect Dumbledore's body."

Sirius looked over in shock, the complex emotions in his eyes almost turned into fierce hatred again - this time, Harry had no time to take care of it.But Tom has been waiting for a long time, reviewing it like a scan, not letting go of any change in his expression, ready to attack the enemy at any time.

However, to his surprise, at the peak of his emotions, Sirius' hatred suddenly dropped to freezing point, even his love for Harry was sealed, and he suddenly became expressionless.

"Of course, Harry. I accept your apology." Sirius said inaudibly. "... I hope you can accept mine."

Harry turned his head in doubt, although he was still thinking about Hogwarts and the old headmaster, it was impossible to ignore Sirius' abnormality.

"I'm sorry." Sirius allowed himself to focus only on the existence of his godson, ignoring the source of all evil that seemed to be haunted by dark demonic energy, "I am arbitrarily fighting with the... person you love... without respecting your will , and disregarding your feelings, causing you to fall into a dilemma, is a terrible godfather."

Harry thought he was dreaming, and opened his mouth slightly, looking completely dumbfounded.

Tom's impatience also dissipated, and he straightened up, waiting with interest for what to say.

"I will try my best... not to embarrass you." He paused with difficulty, and forced himself to turn to Voldemort, who was watching the show, his eyes turned cold instantly, "However, I will always retain my doubts and hatred for him. Once you feel wrong , I will take revenge anytime!"

Tom ignored his threats as if they weren't worth paying attention to at all.After waiting for two seconds, he asked patiently, "Have you finished?"

Sirius scowled, ignoring him stiffly.

"Harry, we must keep in touch. If there is anything wrong, please tell me at any time. If you can't contact me for a long time, I will treat him as if you have been killed and take revenge on him a hundredfold!"

Although it was aimed at Harry, the words were addressed to Tom.

Harry had just confirmed that he was not dreaming, and was worried that Sirius would finally compromise, but Tom was stimulated and hurriedly agreed.

"If you don't leave, Dumbledore's body will stink." Tom didn't respond, but reminded him inappropriately.

Although his tone was calm, Harry could feel his displeasure.

It's a pity that Sirius couldn't understand this layer, and still clenched his fists and sulked.

Harry had to hurriedly ask him to go back to the castle to supervise the Death Eaters, and left with Tom himself.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, he felt that he should lead by example at this time and guard the visiting guests and students in the castle.

But Tom obviously didn't think so, and he interrupted Harry rudely when he had just started talking.

"Either go now, or let him die forever without a place to bury him."

"...You know, you look like Sirius who has taken fire + medicine now?"

Harry said, speaking softly.

"now go."