The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Harry regretted it when he finished.

That sentence shouldn't have been said to anyone, at least not Hermione or Ron, who didn't know much about it.

It's fragile.

Both fragile and erratic.At the beginning, I didn't even have a concept, just a vague impulse, and I didn't even have a word for it.

As they get along, as Aberforth is rescued, it becomes clearer.Be wary and curious.

But still vulnerable.No matter who it is, it can be killed with sharp questioning.

All they need to ask is - how?

How to become that reason?

— that would cut it all over.

Harry had never been prepared to face this question.

He has no solid solution.

The only credible proof is his Horcrux identity.

At least it can guarantee that he will not be killed for angering Voldemort like everyone else.

...Maybe even that is not guaranteed.

All it really did was give Harry the special confidence to take on it.

This confidence gave him unrealistic courage.Let him dare to pursue and dare to fight.

It is impossible for others to understand.

In fact, Harry felt it would be safer if they didn't understand.

He knows how dangerous his thoughts are, and he doesn't want anyone to be stupid with him.

That's why he couldn't join the Order of the Phoenix or become an Auror.He didn't want to be a drag in the fight against the Dark Lord's power.At the same time, he didn't want... he didn't want that idea to be ruined.

"Harry..." said Hermione, moved and sad, "I don't know... I don't know what you're talking about... small pieces of humanity, and whether it's worth your..."

"Aberforth."

Harry cut her off, saying with burning eyes, "He would have died. Voldemort held his wand at him in front of my face."

The name sent another shudder.

Hermione's eyes widened in horror.Ron's fingers twitched slightly, as if he was about to lose his ability to respond.

Harry looked at his knees: "...I know I can't stop him, but I really can't just watch Aberforth die because of me-yes, he promised me to see him, the process Aberforth pissed him off—he decided to silence it."

Hermione's face completely lost all color, and Harry's straightforward tone made the killing intent at that time even colder.Just one sentence made her feel chills all over her body.

And she couldn't imagine that Harry was the witness of the facts he said.

"It's actually not as scary as you think, Hermione." Harry smiled when he saw her expression, "I've been tense since I knew his identity, knowing that sooner or later there will be a time—he will Killing, and I can only watch. I just didn't expect it to be so fast. There was no time to think about what to do, I just stood in front of him on instinct."

"...he didn't kill you," said Hermione quietly.

"He advised me to stop him with my wand."

"..."

"I didn't." Harry's gaze relaxed slightly, "There's no need. Aberforth is in his hands, and he can't change his mind whether he wins or loses, not to mention I'm not his opponent at all. Our relationship is fragile enough No need for pointless fights to make it worse."

Hermione's eyes became terrified, and she couldn't imagine what Harry had done to save Aberforth's life.She was afraid it would be humiliating, and she didn't want Harry to go through it all over again.

Harry gave her no room for dissuasion. "I begged him, at least not in front of me. I was cornered, and I could imagine that was no reason at all to him...but he said yes. Then, perhaps Aberforth sensed something too, he offered He cast the secrecy spell and created conditions for himself to return to the Order of the Phoenix safely. This is how I 'saved' him."

"Can you feel it, Hermione?" Harry asked softly. "I didn't save Aberforth. Tom let him go."

Hermione was silent.

Harry lowered his head and said in a low voice, "That little bit of humanity can save many people."

Hermione's eyes trembled, she took a deep breath and said, "I see, you want to sacrifice yourself in exchange for the reduction of crime."

"...it's not a sacrifice, Hermione," said Harry, a little embarrassed. "I—I like him..."

"Don't try to lie to me," said Hermione suddenly sternly. "Don't you hate him? Can you pretend the past didn't happen? You're so kind, Harry, always thinking of other people, except Take your own pain!"

"..." Harry clenched his fists unconsciously, his chest was so tight that it was hard to breathe.

Hermione's aura was completely vented immediately, and she said regretfully, "Sorry, Harry, I was so stupid to accuse you of being kind—"

"I'm not," said Harry forcefully. "I'm not kind. I'm not sacrificial. I want to, Hermione, from the bottom of my heart. No one forces me, no one asks me to. I'm just hopelessly myself." I have found this path of no return."

He paused, then said calmly: "... I admit, the past... I can't forget it. A part of me still hates him... But those things can't be changed. In the future, at least there will be changes Chance."

"...what if," Hermione asked quietly, "what if he remains the same?"

She asked in her heart, almost mournfully, what are you going to do, Harry?

The living room fell into an eerie silence again.

Hermione's question hit Harry's worst fears about the future.

In all the sweet and hopeful details, the lingering shadow sprang out from time to time, mocking his whims.

No one expected that Ron broke the desperate silence.

"Hey..." His voice was slightly hoarse, showing haggardness from the blow, "Didn't Aberforth come back alive? Why aren't you happy at all?"

Although his words were ordinary, it was like lighting a lamp in such an atmosphere.

Harry was about to retort when he was interrupted by Hermione's chuckle.

This is the first time he saw her smile today.

"You're right, Ron." Hermione scratched her matted brown hair vigorously, "I was too pessimistic. Harry is already so good, but I will only pour cold water on him."

She raised her head and looked at Harry with bright eyes again: "Forget about my bad words just now, Harry. I support you."

Ron struggled and said, "Me... me too." His expression looked abnormally twisted, and it didn't quite match what he said.

Harry punched him amusedly, and said seriously, "Thank you."

This long conversation is finally over.

All three were exhausted.Ron fell into the bed when he returned to the dormitory, and didn't even bother to pack his things.

Harry was also tired, sitting on the ground and absently opening the suitcase.

Generally speaking, he should be happy that he solved a serious problem in his heart.But Hermione's question lingered in his mind, which made him unable to concentrate, and even felt a little indescribably depressed.

There was a slight snoring sound from Ron's bed, Harry glanced at him, got up and stood up, opened Ron's suitcase, and found the toiletries.

"You haven't washed yet, Ron." He pushed Ron's shoulder, and the red-haired friend moaned uncomfortably, "Let me take a break..."

Harry sighed, "Then let me help you take the things there first."

Ron gave a dazed hum and stopped moving.

Harry went back to his suitcase, rummaging through his toiletries, trying to put them in the bathroom together.

But he accidentally touched the Invisibility Cloak and changed his mind.

When Ron woke up, everyone in the dormitory was asleep.He was in a daze for a while, and realized that he wanted to wash up, so he got out of bed with difficulty to search through the suitcase.

After searching for a while without success, he recalled the vague conversation he had with Harry before going to bed.

"Hey, Harry..." he whispered, "where did you put my things?"

Harry's bed was covered by a curtain, and there was no movement.Ron didn't know if he was fast asleep, so he leaned closer and listened.

He didn't hear anything at first, and was about to forget it, but suddenly caught a slight buzzing vibration.

He listened strangely for a while, but he still didn't know what Harry was up to, so he simply opened the curtain to find out.

"What are you doing--"

His voice stopped abruptly.

There is no one on the bed.