The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry's keenness exceeded Voldemort's expectations, but there was no reason to refuse the delicious food delivered to his mouth.Soon he turned back, and his arms got tighter and tighter, forcing Harry to sit on his lap.

Until they parted with heavy breaths, Harry felt his blood a little hot, and his body was slightly excited uncontrollably, and he felt a similar feeling in Voldemort's tense muscles.

"You're feeling it," Harry said against his cheek.

Voldemort stared into his watery eyes: "Is this an invitation?"

"...I want you," Harry said softly. "There's nothing to deny."

Voldemort was so well pleased with the remark that Harry didn't get a cold sneer at what he said next.

"I don't think I can stop talking about Aberforth, though."

In order to prevent being thrown out by the other party angrily, Harry took a step ahead and got off him voluntarily and consciously.

For a moment Voldemort didn't know what to laugh about.

"I assume you know that I have no reason to let him go, and there is no need to spare his life."

"...I know." Harry whispered, "I just want to talk to you, can you - let me see him."

"Why, Harry?" Voldemort asked uneasily.

"…" Harry pursed his lips and forced himself to look him in the face, "You found him because of me, didn't you? You didn't notice Aberforth because I took you to the Hog's Head. He'd been hiding It's very good, it's because of me..." He choked for a while, and then he continued smoothly, "It's because of my 'credit' for helping you see through the Order of the Phoenix... let me meet him."

There was an appraising expression on Voldemort's face, Harry's eyes also faded, and they stared at each other for a full minute like strangers with unknown friends or foes.

"Generally few people dare to take credit for me like this." Voldemort said.

"But I'm not ordinary," Harry said bravely. "I'm the only one who ever beat you."

Voldemort chuckled, "It only irritates me, Harry. But one thing is true...you are special."

Recently, he doesn't hate this special.

He stood up, the tall and thin figure enveloped Harry, put a hand on his shoulder, and the two disappeared in place.

They appeared in an empty hall, several fireplaces were burning raging flames simultaneously, the smooth black marble floor reflected the bright firelight, and there was a high platform in front of the largest fireplace, on which was placed the only high-backed chair.

Much like a meeting place for Death Eaters.

Harry silently looked at the seat on the high platform, imagining Voldemort sitting on it and looking down at the crowd. The position of the backlight would appear more eerie and elusive, but these suit him well.

"I hope you know what it means to meet Aberforth." Voldemort stopped in the middle of the hall, and did not walk up to the high platform as Harry had imagined.

Harry clenched his fists and nodded nervously.

"Villi, take the guests to the first lounge." The house-elf appeared in response, and Voldemort took one last look at him before dissipating in mist.

Willie shrieked in a small voice and led Harry out of the hall into a spacious lounge with two rows of facing seats and a soft carpet on the empty floor in between.

Harry randomly chose a seat on the right, and Willie disappeared for two seconds before returning to deliver snacks and tea, screaming non-stop: "Villi is allowed to reveal herself! The great master is so merciful! Willie must take care of the honored guests! Willie will bring all the treats from the kitchen—"

"No! No! I'm fine, your mission is over!" Harry hurriedly sent her away.Merlin knew that these house-elves were difficult and pitiful.Harry wasn't going to completely piss off the Dark Lord by freeing her just yet.

When Voldemort reappeared, he threw Aberforth, who was in his hand, directly in front of Harry.

Exhausted, Aberforth fell on the carpet, still panting and poohing.Harry glanced carefully at Voldemort's reaction, but the latter only looked at him with a half-smile.

He quickly looked away, and knelt down to help Aberforth.

Aberforth froze when he saw him.The messy hair split the field of vision into several pieces, but they still clearly put together Harry Potter's appearance.

"Who are you!" Aberforth pushed him away angrily, "Think I'll believe the fake Potter!"

Harry sat down unexpectedly, and stood up helplessly, only bending down to pull his arm this time.Aberforth was so weak that he didn't have much strength at all, Harry pulled him up with a little effort.

"Sit down." Harry helped him into the seat. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"What conspiracy do you have?" Aberforth asked bluntly.

Harry said still kindly, "I just wanted to see if you were all right."

"Yeah, I'm safe in the hands of the mysterious man." Aberforth said sarcastically.

"If you need him to behave, I'll be happy to help," said Voldemort for the first time, playing with his yew wand playfully.

Aberforth's gaze was stabbed by the wand, and he flinched visibly.

Harry noticed, with a worried look on his face, "I'm pretty sure no need to, thanks."

Aberforth looked at him suspiciously, and peeked at Voldemort out of the corner of his eye.

The Dark Lord actually didn't say anything, and walked silently to the opposite seat and sat down, ready to watch their conversation carefully.

Harry could also feel the gaze from behind, he thought for a while and said, "I don't know much, but Professor Dumbledore is fine, he is worried about you."

Aberforth looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"...I told him you were alive," he paused, as if waiting for someone's anger to explode, but there was only a slight sneer, as if to say "as expected", and Harry's voice softened, "He appreciates it."

Aberforth's Adam's apple twitched, and he stared at him with a mixture of awe and suspicion.

"Are you... are you... Harry Potter?"

Harry gently brushed his messy gray hair back, and met those same blue eyes.

"it's me."

Aberforth's eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and he grabbed Harry's arm subconsciously, looking at Voldemort warily, as if trying to protect him.

Voldemort was resting his jaw on one hand, watching them intently.

Aberforth let go of Harry's hand slowly, his eyes revealing a kind of terrible despair.

"You got caught too," he said hollowly.

Harry opened his mouth: "I..."

"What does he want you to do?" The look completely disappeared from those blue eyes, "Kill me, right?"

Harry was speechless for a moment as a cold hand emptied his stomach.

"Don't be afraid, Harry," said Aberforth softly, "do it."