The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry was rummaging through suitcases in the bedroom.Quill pens, textbooks, notes, parchment, inkwells, school uniforms, double-sided mirrors, Quidditch models... and the broomstick Ron gave Tom.

There is no invisibility cloak inside this year.Harry threw his school uniform onto the bed, feeling an empty sense of loss rise from the bottom of his heart.But then he thought it would play a more crucial role for Tom, and he perked up.

Without the invisibility cloak, he still has magical powers.

Harry thought of the Disillusionment Charm Moody had cast on himself, which was a magic that could make his color change with the environment, and in a rough scene, it might be used as a substitute for an invisibility cloak.

Harry dug out all his textbooks and piled them with the previous ones.Although he has been reviewing for several months, he has never turned over the part that is not the scope of the exam.He is now going to see if he can find the introduction to the Disillusionment Charm.

Hedwig's snow-white figure walked back and forth in the room, and Harry opened her cage as soon as she entered the room, but the heavy rain outside the window made her flap her wings in vain in the room.

The sound somewhat disturbed Harry's reading.The neatly printed letters formed a dark shadow in his eyes, and Harry blinked hard to get rid of them, and suddenly felt a heart palpitation, and his scar felt hot and painful.

Harry subconsciously covered the scar, the double image in his vision became more serious, the layers of edges turned into a familiar face, the traces of vicissitudes remained on the skin, and the dark eyes burst out with monstrous hatred, which Harry had never seen before. Over such a dark Sirius.

--"I am going to kill you--!!"

The deep voice became high-pitched and sharp, like a long/gun piercing from the sky, Harry let out a painful groan, and fell off the chair.

Turn around.

The cold ground brought Harry back to his senses, but then he broke out in fine cold sweat.

This is Voldemort's perspective.

The scar was still scorching hot, but this time it didn't seem to give him as much headache as it used to.Harry got up from the ground, but Sirius in front of him fell to the ground.A pale, notorious yew wand, which had appeared in countless nightmares, was pointed impartially at him.

"No..." Harry murmured in a low voice, subconsciously already had an ominous premonition.

The field of view moved up slightly, the tip of the yew wand moved out, and Sirius' upper body fell completely in.The half-length black hair and clothes were wetly attached to his body, allowing people to clearly see his every struggle.

At first there was a jerk, then a small tremor, and then the whole person began to writhe, with an expression of discomfort and struggle on his haggard face.

Harry's heart trembled with Sirius' struggle, "No... no... stop... stop!..." He rushed to the bed, looking for the wand he had just put on it, without blinking He stared straight ahead, as if closing his eyes would lose his last connection with the godfather.

The scar seemed to be blowing into his brain, swollen and painful, and Harry pressed his forehead, wanting to gouge it out for a moment.But Sirius' struggles visibly weakened, and Harry watched him like a fish trapped in a puddle after low tide, only the movement of muscles twitching, and the blood all over his body was frozen.

"No... no—no—"

Sirius gradually closed his eyes, and the faint light inside was completely extinguished.

"Don't!—" Harry growled irrationally, as if this would stop what was happening thousands of miles away, "Stop! Stop! Don't touch him! Come to me!"

The field of vision suddenly turned into a dilapidated roof, the rainstorm was leaking in, and the faint sky light fell along the faintly visible waterline, illuminating a dilapidated corner.

Half of Sirius' body lay there, completely motionless.

The screen stopped abruptly.

"Sirius--!!"

Harry cried out in despair, the scar began to itch unbearably, and he pinched it hard, using the pain to counteract the maddening itching, and his confused mind finally realized that he had a wand in his hand.

The fumbling just now really worked. The holly wood wand sparked a lot almost as soon as it touched the owner, and the scorching temperature burned a small hole in the bed sheet.

Harry jumped up, slammed the door open like a whirlwind, and swept all the way downstairs in frantic movements, only to be blocked by the huge body of angry Uncle Vernon.

"Get out of the way!" he yelled recklessly.

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon's anger was also smoking, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm going to save Sirius—" Harry tried to go around him, but was stopped by Uncle Vernon again relying on his size advantage, "That's Voldemort!!" He roared with red eyes, "He will be killed !"

"V-mo what?" Uncle Vernon was frightened by his unprecedented madness, and stuttered, "You...where are you going?"

Harry froze suddenly.

"I……"

he does not know.

Uncle Vernon snorted, "Don't play tricks all day long, go back to your house. That's enough, how long will I bear with you..."

Harry didn't listen to a word, he turned back upstairs in a daze, regaining his composure from his overheated emotions.

Perhaps it was just an imaginary picture of Voldemort trying to lure him into it.Harry closed the door, trying to analyze calmly.Sirius was supposed to be in the Order of the Phoenix, he refused to be picked up by the godfather, Sirius shouldn't have run out...that would be dangerous...he wouldn't...he should...

Harry sank down on the floor, unable to even walk a few more steps to the chair.

Because he knew better than anyone that Sirius was really likely to sneak out for him.

The torrential rain outside the window slapped the glass, and the wet and cold water vapor spread to the floor.

Little by little the flames burning in Harry's body were extinguished.

He began to tremble slightly.

It couldn't be, it wouldn't be... just the very thought of that made Harry go cold.

He couldn't imagine a future without Sirius.

That was his only relative.

Harry stood up from the ground, no matter what... He suddenly thought of something, and immediately rushed to the suitcase, turned out the double-sided mirror, and anxiously scratched the code.

Please, show up - anyone - and tell him it's Voldemort's trap, tell him Sirius is still in the Order, tell him... the only relative is alive and well.

Ten seconds passed, and the two-way mirror was completely dark.Harry stared at it without moving, and as more time passed, his heart sank.

Harry gripped the two-way mirror tightly, "Sirius... Sirius... are you there? Answer me... If you hear it, answer me!"

The scar was throbbing restlessly again, and Harry longed for it to turn into pain, at least so he could continue to see Voldemort's perspective.Even if it was a trap, he wanted to confirm the safety of Sirius.

but none.It was annoyingly hot and itchy, making Harry even more irritable, but nothing else.

Harry forced himself to calm down, trying to recall those terrifying images, trying to analyze the location of Sirius from them.

If only Hermione was here at this time... He suddenly realized how lucky he was in the past.

In the past, emergencies always happened at Hogwarts, surrounded by Hermione and Ron, Professor McGonagall was strict but reliable, and Principal Dumbledore had a strong backing.

Even the gloomy and evil Snape, at least he has rich experience and high level of magic, whether he wants to or not, Harry can find a way to get some information from him.

But now Harry was alone.

In this isolated Muggle island that rejects all magic, there is no one to turn to.

He emptied all the contents of the suitcase with a bang, and tried hard to recall the magic he had learned, but he couldn't find a second means of communication.Hedwig stopped by his hand concerned, but her specialty in the mail business couldn't help.

At this time, it turned out that the Muggle mobile phone became the only means of contacting the outside world in a timely manner.

But when Harry rummaged through the address book, he fell into despair again.

All he had were Hermione's and Ron's numbers.

And his two friends had just confessed shamefully that the phone had been left behind by them.

In the end, the only one he could reach was Tom.

Harry stared almost heartbroken at the number on the screen.No use, his boyfriend was just a Muggle.He cannot be involved.

He was about to lose Sirius already, and he couldn't lose Tom.

Harry put his phone in his pocket and ran through his hair anxiously, feeling hopeless.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the last scene of Sirius whose life and death were uncertain in his vision was surging in his mind.

Crazy anxiety, on the verge of collapse, at this moment, a trace of resentment finally flowed from Harry's heart.Why was his only boyfriend a non-magic Muggle, why his best friends didn't take his pleas seriously, why he was stuck in this unreasonable Dursley house year after year...why... ...Even his only family member will be in trouble?

The scar was itching maddeningly again, and Harry rushed to the window, wanting to jump out for a moment, maybe the rain would drown it or something, he didn't care.

But he just stood there, looking out into the rainy distance, his tormented mind flashing again the last sight of that vision.

Besides Sirius, there are other details.The leaky roof, the dim light, the only dilapidated corner that is illuminated.

He suddenly remembered that he did know such a place.

On the day they took Tom on a tour of the wizarding world, they were in an abandoned hut in Hogsmeade to escape the sudden attack of dementors.

Harry gripped his wand immediately, trying to picture the location and image of the cottage in his mind.

"Apparition!"

Opening his eyes again, he was still standing where he was, but Harry wasn't surprised, because the magic hadn't worked at all, and the apparition's destination had failed before then.

If an experienced wizard is around, they'll know there's a reason for that.Places that have only been visited once are often not suitable as destinations for apparation because they are not familiar enough.

But Harry didn't know that time was still passing by, Sirius' life and death might be decided in the next second, and the anxious emotions were tormenting in his heart, which made Harry even more unable to concentrate.

Cedric's fallen figure could not be restrained in his mind, and the green death curse light shot from the cemetery flashed over and over again.

Harry knew how good Voldemort was at that.That dark wizard could cast the most terrifying Killing Curse almost at will. As long as he wanted to, even if Harry rushed to the scene immediately, he could only face the godfather's cold corpse.Like Cedric in a spooky cemetery.

So, did Voldemort want to kill Sirius?

Harry thought desperately that maybe no one with a bit of common sense would ask such a ridiculous question.

Sirius' roar had shattered his last hope.

Voldemort could not have tolerated an enemy who wanted to kill him.

With a bang, Harry appeared on the wardrobe, panting.His glasses are missing.

"Glasses coming!" he yelled irritably, using magic without scruple, and put the glasses back on roughly, not even feeling scared about the failed apparation.The Ministry of Magic was going to accuse him again, maybe he was going to be expelled from Hogwarts and have his wand taken away, but so what, as if he cared now.

The failure of Apparation and the grim future made Harry calm down a lot.At this point, he has nothing to worry about.Any means can be used.

Harry jumped off the wardrobe, spraining one of his feet in a jerky movement, but that didn't stop him from running to the trunk and pulling out the broom.While holding it in his hand, Harry remembered its origin, the twins sponsored Ron's gift to Tom, and it came into his hands again, and it seemed to accompany him instead of them at this moment.

Feeling a solid relief, Harry closed his eyes, switched targets again, and Apparated to the Shrieking Shack.

A black shadow shot out from the dilapidated shed like an arrow from the string, and the overwhelming downpour did not slow down its speed in the slightest.

Harry had already sat on the broom at the moment of Apparition, activated the broom as soon as the figure appeared, and rushed out at extreme speed, completely leaving behind the crackle of Apparition.

Under the high-speed impact, the rain slammed like hail, and Harry's glasses even had a crack, but the water stains on the lens had already made it lose its proper function. Harry relied on his memory and sense of direction. Dash in the direction of the abandoned hut.The icy rain and the sword-like whistling wind made his bones tremble, which was in stark contrast to the blazing passion. Harry didn't notice the coldness of his body at all. Something was burning inside his body unaffected, tearing his flesh and bones together. Grilled slightly hot.

He smashed into the abandoned hut in the corner of Hogsmeade like a meteor with a trailing fire tail, and a hole was blown out of the leaky roof, and the broken stones and tiles fell to the ground with wet rainwater.

"Sirius!"

cried Harry eagerly, his glasses blurred.But he didn't dare to wipe it, and before he got up from the ground, he raised his wand alertly, ready to attack any enemy at any time.

He waited for a while, then slowly stood up from the ground, surrounded only by the sound of rain pouring in continuously.

No Voldemort, no Death Eaters.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, which turned into an even more ominous premonition.

With his blurred vision, he saw the dimly lit corner, where a figure resembling Sirius lay there.

His steps began to weaken.

"Sirius……"

Harry went over and fiddled with his magic to clean the mirror, so he could see what Sirius looked like.His heart stopped suddenly.

There was no wound on Sirius's body, he just lay motionless on the ground, surrounded by ambiguous gloom.

At this moment, his and Cedric's figures overlapped.

"No! Sirius!" Harry pounced on him to catch his breath, and the faint stream of heat, like a holy light falling from the sky, rescued Harry from the boundless cold.

Thank goodness... thank goodness...

After the fleeting ecstasy, Harry fell into a trance for a few seconds, with only this one thought on his mind.

Then he reacted and shook Sirius' shoulders while examining Sirius' body.

"Wake up, Sirius, it's too dangerous here... I don't know where Voldemort has gone, and the Death Eaters, maybe they will come back soon. We have to leave quickly, wake up!"

The more Harry talked, the more he felt the urgency of the situation, so he simply wrapped Sirius' arm around his shoulders, trying to lift him up on his own.

When he was sweating profusely, Sirius finally woke up from the torment.

"Harry...?" he said dazedly.

"You're awake! How do you feel?" Harry was pleasantly surprised for a few seconds, then immediately said anxiously, "Let's get out of here first!"

Concentrating, he apparated to the Shrieking Shack with Sirius in hand.