The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"It's a little complicated."

Casting a few Silencing Charms around the sofa, Harry sat down and said.

Ron and Hermione sat across from him for the first time this month.But none of them had the heart to pay attention to this.It seems that the originally irreconcilable Cold War is not worth mentioning in the shadow of Voldemort.

"You're really proficient with the Silencing Charm." Ron praised distractedly.

"Silencing Charms are just the basics when you have a big scary secret," Harry said distractedly.

They fell silent for a while.

Hermione and Ron were waiting for Harry's confession.Harry, on the other hand, was gathering his thoughts.

He'd always known this day would come, but it happened so suddenly that he wasn't prepared enough.

No matter what, he will try his best.

Finally Harry said, "Me and Voldemort..."

Ron and Hermione were visibly intimidated by that name.

Harry paused, then changed his words: "Tom and I..."

Ron and Hermione looked even more frightened.

"...Our relationship is not what you imagined." Harry continued. "Actually, I knew his identity before I went to the Burrow, and we all knew who he was on our dates after that."

Ron and Hermione listened intently.

"Before I say why, I have to admit..." Harry hung his head, as if he couldn't bear their blank stares, "I do... still love him."

There was dead silence in the lounge.

It seems that this is not a confession, but someone's obituary.

Harry didn't wait for them to break the silence, and made his statement alone.

From his discovery of old Tom Riddle's face in Dumbledore's Pensieve, to their confrontation in a high-end London apartment.

Hermione and Ron gasped at the same time when he said he had a yew wand in his hand.

"Are you—are you sure?" Ron stammered, "I mean—that's really—"

"It's his wand," said Harry firmly. "I've used it for a lot of attack spells."

"You..." Hermione asked cautiously, "If I understand correctly...you... had a fight?"

"To be precise, I attacked him unilaterally," said Harry.

Ron's eyes were a little dazed: "And he didn't fight back?"

"...he let me down seven times." Harry was lost in memory, "and after that, the eighth attack, he blocked it with my wand. And then..."

Swallowing silently, he said, "Then I realized that I couldn't do anything."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked stupidly.

Harry's eyes dodged, he grasped the armrest of the sofa unconsciously, and said hesitantly, "I...I don't want...I don't want him to die..."

His friends could barely understand the words.

"During the eighth attack, I thought he was going to be hit..." Harry recalled as if nobody was there, "Now that I think about it, I really didn't see him defending in battle before... I didn't There is no sense at all, seeing that he didn't hide...I...I'm scared..."

With great courage, he said tremblingly, "I'm afraid to really kill him...I can't do it."

After a while, Hermione asked, "And then?"

Harry was grateful that they hadn't asked himself if he was crazy.

But the next sentence is not necessarily the case.

"I throw away my wand, I give up."

"What?!" The two exclaimed in unison, "Are you crazy?"

Harry smiled bitterly: "What does it matter? He has already started to attack, and I have lost even the determination to kill him, so there is nothing else to fight."

"But, but at least you shouldn't have dropped your wand!" said Hermione eagerly, as if she were there.Ron nodded approvingly.

"That's his wand," said Harry softly.

This sentence doesn't seem to explain anything.But it miraculously suppressed the rebuttals of the two people on the opposite side.

Instead, Hermione calmed down and said comprehendingly, "...you're still alive. He didn't kill you then."

Harry nodded slightly.

"...Why?" After blurting out, Hermione realized that the question was not very friendly, showing annoyed expression.

"It's okay." Harry said calmly, "That's what I want to know too. Why did you go to such lengths to lie to me, go on so many dates with me, and not kill me after finding out..."

Reason returned to Hermione's eyes, which made her think of some crazy possibilities following Harry's words.

But she couldn't believe it.He even shook his head subconsciously, trying to shake it off.

"...He refused to tell me." Harry didn't pay attention to the reactions of the two, and said while looking at the cloth pattern on the armrest of the sofa, "You should be able to imagine that I can't think of any good way to force him to tell."

More than just coming up with a good way... Ron doubted that anyone in this world could force the mysterious man to say anything.

"...So I decided to satisfy him." Harry changed the subject, his eyes became firmer, "Now that the truth has been revealed, I think he can finally achieve his goal without any scruples. No matter what it is, as long as he is satisfied, he can be accepted." He abandons or kills—I'm hopelessly relieved."

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, unable to say a word.

Harry suddenly blushed, turned his eyes to the corner, and whispered, "Then...he kissed me."

For a while, no one spoke.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably on the sofa, and mustered up the courage to look at his friends.

They didn't seem to hear anything, just stared at him blankly.

Embarrassed, Harry coughed and tried to lift his breath, a little louder.

"We'll take—"

"I heard it!" "Got it!"

Hermione and Ron interrupted him violently, as if they were greatly stimulated, afraid to hear it a second time.

"Uh... oh..." Harry closed his mouth weakly.

Hermione fell into chaos visible to the naked eye, and Ron's expression seemed to have lost contact with the world.

"I...we can...skip...this part..." Hermione gasped as if she'd just finished a [-]-meter sprint.

Harry worded his words carefully: "Overall...he treats me the same as before."

Hermione took a moment to say, "So - what about you? Treat him like you used to?"

Harry nodded hesitantly.He knew it wasn't that, but maybe Hermione didn't need to know that much.

The living room fell into a long silence.Ron and Hermione needed time to digest these dramatic events and horrifying truths.

There are still many unspoken key points.Now Harry can feel a little bit of the difficulty of Dumbledore or Voldemort-there are too many amazing secrets, and it is not easy to choose the right order and timing to tell others.

After an unknown amount of time, the flame in the fireplace gradually died down, and Harry lit it again, and the light bounced again.

Hermione was jolted awake by his movement, snapping out of her contemplation.

"If I understand correctly," she said tentatively, "are you still a couple?"

Ron trembled, as if he had been knocked to the ground suddenly, and his face returned to vivid horror.

"...yes," said Harry.

"You..." That word seemed difficult to say, Hermione gritted her teeth, and changed the phrase, "Is it voluntary?"

"Yes."

The next question went much smoother.

"Did he curse you?" Hermione asked.

"No." Harry.

"Have you been threatened?"

"No."

"Have you been tortured? Cruelly abused you?"

"No," said Harry. "It's just like before, Hermione. Don't worry."

Hermione's eyes became sad, she bit her lower lip slightly, and asked, "Can you accept what he did?"

It finally came.

This question will eventually be asked.

If it wasn't Hermione, it would be Ron, Ginny, Sirius, Dumbledore... someone would force him to face reality.

It's not that Harry doesn't want to face it, it's just that his ideas are still too fragile to convince anyone.

He said shyly, "I can't do it."

"...Are you going...Are you going to...influence him?"

Hermione tried not to sound too desperate.But Harry put on a blunt wry smile and said, "Do you think it's possible?"

Hermione fell silent.Ron sat by the side and didn't dare to interrupt, as if he felt that the horror of the topic was completely out of his imagination.

Pulling himself together, Harry said, "I know that sounds contradictory. V... Tom's not one to be influenced. And even if I could, I'm not. I know what a heinous man he is, but he does treat me. It's special, so special that I'm obsessed with — I don't know if that's the right way to say it — a sense of responsibility? And — I can't deny it — I really feel for him.”

"...Are you trying to say..." Hermione said uncertainly, "You-Know-Who... is in love with you?"

Ron let out a wail, buried his face in his hands, and seemed unable to take any more.

Hermione immediately squinted at him displeasedly: "You either leave now, or be quiet."

Ron shrank himself into the corner of the sofa, expressing his desire to be dead.

"I don't know, Hermione," said Harry, "none of us has said that word since it was revealed."

This is the shadow that hangs over Harry's heart. He has been suppressed by more important things, and he blurted out suddenly at this moment, but he seems to be relieved.

"...I can feel it." There was a special color in Harry's eyes, "The more I got to know him, the more I realized how many incredible things he did to me... some were subtle, some were obvious . . . he never denied it, but he didn't bring it up either. I don't know if it was a tactic, but it worked."

"He managed to make me feel absurd, that he wasn't an evil symbol, that there were some tiny bits of humanity in him. Usually he just has no reason to express them, but if things go well, he doesn't mind. Show some."

He was fascinated by what he said, and unconsciously confided in his heart that no one knew.

"...I want to be his reason."