The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

The ring held Harry's fingertips as if they were hot, making it difficult for him to divert his attention.

Everyone in the office was staring at him.To be precise, it was the ring on his hand, with the soul-returning stone all over it.

It wasn't just Harry who was nervous. Snape, who realized that he was about to meet Lily, and Sirius, who was about to meet James, were both more nervous than Harry.

They even ignored each other's existence, paused to think about the suspected marriage proposal made by the Dark Lord just now, and fixed their eyes on the black soul-returning stone inlaid in the ring.

Only the creator of this scene, Tom himself, looks normal.He even lightly leaned against the closet door with a little leisure, and reminded Harry in a considerate manner: "Do I need to avoid it?"

Now the three pairs of eyes looked over at the same time, regardless of whether they implied love or hatred, they all revealed a kind of tacit doubt——

Why on earth is he the one who is ashamed to speak at this time?

However, this doubt lasted for less than half a second, and when Tom raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced stormily at the redundant duo at the desk, it disappeared.

Among other things, this person who can't even mention his name is at least densely written with thick skin in the dictionary.

"I think it's better if you're here," Harry whispered, drawing Tom's attention back, while he lowered his head and stroked the golden ring, "but... let me tell you, okay?"

The implication is that I hope he will not open his mouth and be a tool man quietly.

Hearing this, Sirius immediately looked at the Dark Lord defensively, as if he would make trouble because of this.

Even Snape thought the Savior might have a hard time.

After all, the Dark Lord's attitude has never been that of letting things go.

But Tom just looked penetratingly at Harry, and replied softly, "Yes."

If they hadn't experienced his ruthless temper deeply, Snape and Sirius would have thought that his tone was some kind of bad-tempered good guy.

Harry finally turned his head and flashed him a smile.

Sirius stared at the glare, and only looked away resentfully.

A slight wind blew up out of thin air around the table, and there was the movement of cloth rubbing.

Harry's heart rose to his throat, and this was the first time he had seen his parents who could interact with him other than the Mirror of Erised.

They looked so young, neither like dead ghosts nor living people, but like Tom's horcruxes, real and vivid, as if they could be touched in the next moment.

Harry couldn't resist reaching out his hand, but it didn't touch anything.

Lily's translucent hand took his, and Harry didn't move.

"Harry."

Lily's voice called out to him lovingly.

James stood beside her, with his arms around his wife's shoulders.

"Mother……"

Harry's voice was hoarse and choked.

He tried his best to look at his mother's face full of pity. She had the same green eyes as his, long red hair, and a loving and gentle expression. It was exactly the same as the one he saw in the Mirror of Erised, but more vivid. , getting closer.

The many words he had imagined in advance were drowned in the bottom of his throat, and he couldn't pour out for a while.

"Harry, you are great." Lily seemed to know what he wanted to say, and comforted gently, "Mom is happy for you."

"Yes, son, Dad is proud of you!"

James' powerful voice grabbed Harry's attention.He was dressed in the clothes he had died in, his hair was messed up just like Harry's, his glasses were crooked, and his eyes were free and bright.

"Look here, the headmaster's office at Hogwarts! It's really my son!"

Harry felt a twinge of shame; he had always felt ashamed of being Headmaster.

"It's... an accident." He murmured, wanting to get over the topic, and looked at Snape and Sirius at the table, "There are still people who have been wanting to see you."

Lily and James' smiles faded.

Only then did Harry realize that both Sirius and Snape were a little dazed.

He froze for a moment, realizing something.

"You...can't you see?"

Sirius and Snape looked at each other, turned away in disgust at the same time, and nodded sullenly.

Sirius turned his gaze extra to the Dark Lord, as if accusing him of fraud.

Tom ignored him.

"We are part of you, Harry."

James explained, bright eyes calm and gentle.

"No one else can see it."

Harry instinctively wanted to look at Tom, but held back.

"Then... are you my imagination?"

"We are related to your thoughts." Lily's soft words rekindled hope in Harry's eyes, "but not your fantasy."

Suddenly Harry's heart was burning and throbbing, and suddenly he could ask any question.

"Are you angry then? Me and... Voldemort... the fact that I surrendered to him."

Except for James and Lily, everyone in the room was slightly shocked by this sentence.

Lily caressed his cheek and asked without answering, "Why do you say it is surrender?"

Harry didn't look at anyone but Lily and James.

"I hate him. This hatred has never diminished, but... it's getting weaker and weaker." Harry chuckled miserably, not caring who else could hear this fragile confession, "It shouldn't be... Feelings are getting stronger and stronger. There is no point in using any reason for justice or hope, and I can't convince myself. I feel, I feel... I just surrendered."

"Give in...even if you hate him, even...I don't seem to be able to...I love him so much."

His voice was broken and sad, and his words were difficult to form, but they were full of love and hatred.

He didn't dare to look up at his parents' expressions, and just waited hopelessly for the trial.

"Harry, look at us, will you?"

Lily's voice sounded above his head, and Harry realized that she had let go of her hand, passed his slightly stiff arm, and wrapped him in her arms.

"No one will blame you, Harry. We won't be mad," she said. "Sooner or later, you will grow up, have your own life and preferences, and like someone completely different. Your future. James and I will always have nothing but blessings behind you, Harry."

"Lily is right." James also stroked the top of Harry's head on the other side. "It's just that this person is a little special. We will feel headaches and worry about you getting hurt. But we won't blame you for falling in love with him." .”

Harry's green eyes clouded, but guilt and shame never left him.

"I know... you are all so nice... even if I did something like this... I can't bear to blame me..." He muttered, "I'm sorry. I should have told you, I'm sorry. I even appreciate him for I took this opportunity...to say sorry to you."

Lily and James looked at each other, feeling sorry and helpless, and could only sigh softly: "We forgive you, Harry."

This made Harry feel much better.

He gave a pale smile and noticed that Lily's eyes fell on Tom's position behind him.

"I'm just worried, Harry. Can we talk to him?"

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head and looked at Tom who had remained silent for a long time.

"Tom...my mother wants to talk to you," said Harry bravely. "Let me paraphrase it for you."

The Dark Lord stood in the shadows by the window, as quiet as a statue for the first time.

Hearing this, he leaned slightly from the shadows, half of the delicate facial features were painted with the bright afterglow of the setting sun, and he stared deeply at Harry.

"What did you say?"

Harry trembled slightly in his heart: "...my mother wants to talk to you."

"Not this sentence." Tom moved closer, his tone became lighter, "the one in front."

Harry thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "Excuse me...?"

"Further ahead."

His voice became softer, like a persuasive mentor, leading Harry's thinking back to the desired node.

So not only Harry, but even Sirius and Snape, who were on the sidelines, recalled——

That statement is impressive enough in itself.

"I..." Harry froze, his originally broken expression became a little bit embarrassed, blood gushed from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears.

What I blurted out to my parents just now is hard to repeat to myself now.

"Say it, Harry..."

Tom, however, seemed to have infinite patience, turning Harry's seat and slowly bending over Harry.

"You should have told me, shouldn't you?"

"I……"

Harry wanted to tuck his head under the chair, but Tom's breath was so close that it seemed to sear him even more.

Sirius' chair creaked, and he couldn't bear to stand up, trying to help his godson out of the predicament, but suddenly got a real silencing spell.

At the same time, the shy voice of his godson came from the office chair with its back facing them.

"……I love you so much."

Harry suddenly understood how it felt when Tom forced himself to confess to him that Christmas Eve at the hospital bed.

It was nerve-wracking to be forced to say even real feelings, especially when he knew Tom probably didn't feel the same way.

So when Tom gave a satisfied smile and lifted his chin slightly, he sent a kiss of relief and pleasure empathetically.

"...I don't think we need to talk anymore."

When they parted, Lily looked at James helplessly.

James shrugged: "It's their business, we can't decide."

Lily scolded him a little: "Irresponsible!"

James hugged her in a good-tempered manner and smiled: "We were the same back then..."

"I'll have plenty of opportunities to chat with them in the future, Harry." Tom got up and spoke, his gaze fell on Lily with such precision that it was doubtful that he could see it, "but I called Black here just to let him ask enough questions at once. Don't spoil other people's good mood. If you are inconvenient, let me pass the message-yes, I can see them too."

His eyes returned to Harry, mysterious and soft.

"Through your scars."

Harry was locked in his eyes for a few seconds before he regained his composure. He turned to his godfather and said, "Sirius...just say anything, my parents can hear you."

Meanwhile, Tom removed the Silencing Charm from Sirius.

Sirius was still standing, watching his godson.

Harry began to feel an inescapable sense of shame.

"James, how much like you are Harry?" Sirius said in a familiar tone, even though he couldn't see or hear his old friend, "Regardless of worldly eyes, love bravely, burn yourself fearlessly...you Proud of him too."

James smiled: "Yeah, Sirius...is as hot as you."

This sentence spewed out from the tip of the yew wood staff like a flame, and the glowing red fluorescent words appeared in front of everyone's eyes, floating for a while before dissipating.

Harry realized that this was what Tom had said.

[I can't say such disgusting words. 】

Tom hissed in disgust in Parseltongue.

Harry looked at him sideways, not knowing why, but he didn't speak English, maintaining the atmosphere of Sirius and James' rare reunion of old friends.

【Thank you. 】He said.

Tom stopped talking.

Their small interactions are seen by others, which is no less shocking than flirting.

Sirius also felt what Lily felt just now.

"I don't think it matters what we think." He sighed, and even moved on to something else. "I miss you, James, Lily."

James was a little moved, and subconsciously grabbed his wife's hand.

"So do we, Sirius. But you have to live well and protect Harry for us."

These words seemed to reinvigorate Sirius, and he finally showed a lively smile.

"Don't worry, as long as I live, I won't let Harry be bullied." He said meaningfully, "It doesn't matter who it is."

Harry felt Tom's eyes turn mocking, but he said nothing after all, and even continued to relay James' answer truthfully.

"I know, I can always trust you, Sirius," James said.

"I want to thank you too, Sirius. Everything you've done for James and our family," Lily said.

Seeing the last words floating in the air, Snape's eyes froze completely.

He had been paying attention, but never heard a word, until the Dark Lord marked the answer from Lily.

A kind of longing and escape struggled in his heart at the same time, causing him to move his lips, but no sound came out.

Can you...help him too...even if there is only one sentence...

But he didn't have the courage to speak out, and he had no position.

A prisoner, a betrayer, an annoying former professor, an enemy of his father, an old friend of his mother...how can he be entitled to the opportunity to talk to the old friend he hurt?

He felt that it was difficult for him to sit comfortably on the chair, so it was better to just sink like this, until he sank to the ground, where no one could see him, and no one could remember him, rotting to death in the mud, that would be a very good destination.

"Snape." Harry's voice woke him up like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, and even made him a little frightened, because it seemed that Lily's soul stood behind the voice—not as if, it was true—"My mother said I want to ask you."

He finished and looked at Tom.The Dark Lord rolled his eyes and impatiently commanded his wand to quickly spit out Lily's question.

"Will you still be my friend?"

For some reason, Snape's dry eyes were overwhelmed by this simple question, and the water buried deep in the ground seemed to be coming up.

His lips quivered slightly as he looked deeply into Harry's green eyes.

"Of course I... I don't deserve it, but I beg you," his voice trembled, almost like a precursor to crying, "I beg you, Lily...give me one last chance..."

It was hard for everyone present not to be shocked by his gaffe, except for one person.

The hard-hearted Dark Lord was not only indifferent, but felt that the way he looked at Harry was looking for death.

So he decided to repeat Lily's answer himself.

"Don't say that, Severus." When Tom spoke, he leaned over to cover Harry's eyes, his soft tone and the merciless sarcasm in his eyes almost made people insane, "compared with Voldemort, our hatred What is it?"

The scarlet under his eyes brutally slaughtered all Snape's fantasies.

"I know, you've done a lot for Harry too."

Snape felt all his dark reveries being strangled by exposure to the sun.

He was clearly talking to an old friend whom he missed day and night, but the presence of the Dark Lord was so hard to ignore when he was thinking about it.

He almost wanted to close his mind, empty his mind, and isolate himself from the piercing scrutiny.

But the willpower of a double agent for many years allowed him to control himself, and he just looked away flatly, staring at the wood grain on the table.

He secretly stabilized his mind and said—in any case, a sentence that represented the only meaning of his existence at this moment.

"Sorry, Lily."

Lily didn't speak.

Snape then continued: "I don't want to kill you, I'd rather die than you... But there's no point in saying that now."

"Significant."

Tom cut him off, then made a disgusted look, and reverted back to the paraphrase.

"Those words meant a lot to me," Lily said softly. "It let me know that my childhood friendship was not wrong. Although we have broken up, I always thought that at least we didn't want each other to be really miserable."

Snape lowered his eyes and nodded, like a child who has done something wrong.

"I... don't know how to make it up... I can only help Dumbledore protect your son... even though he... is a complete copy of Potter's megalomaniac."

Before Harry had any reaction, both Sirius and Tom were clearly offended, and they snorted coldly at the same time.

This coincidence seemed to irritate them even more.

A curse light bloomed in the air.

Tom raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly, his silent spell was accurately blocked by Black.

Sirius forced a warning through his teeth: "I won't fall into the same fall a second time."

Their vignette was mildly suppressed by Harry.

The Savior pressed the Dark Lord's arm and glanced at Sirius.

The two looked away bored and unwilling.

Lily and James saw it and showed expressions of relief, and James secretly gave his son a thumbs up.

Finally, Lily said to Snape: "It's not a condition, it's just my request as a mother, Severus... Can you live on and take care of Harry for me if possible?"

Tom suddenly interjected at this time, threateningly: "I assume, this care is not the kind of living together, taking care of daily life?"

"Of course not." Lily tried her best to suppress a smile, obviously the dark eyes of the Dark Lord could not cause any damage to her, "Only when necessary, if Harry needs, if Severus is convenient."

Tom reluctantly agreed.

Snape's answer, of course, was yes.

The initial conversation with the savior came back to his mind, and when he regained his will to live, he suddenly realized that Harry's proposal was actually very realistic and a feasible path.

After solving many knots that had been entangled for a long time, James and Lily said goodbye to Harry and kissed him on both cheeks.

Under Tom's gentle gaze, Harry felt happier than ever at this moment.

He didn't know if this was true, and how long it could last, but just looking at his handsome boyfriend the Dark Lord, his chest would swell with infinite love, enough to burn until the last moment of his life.

Perhaps all sentiments arise only from a certain absurdity, but that does not in the least prevent them from being doomed to death.

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