Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

King's Cross station.

There stood the two men in soft robes but with the Confusion Charm cast.

Lord Voldemort had a smile on his lips, while the slender boy was silent, with his back erect like a bamboo. He watched Voldemort buy tickets for him and pack his luggage with calm eyes, and his tender pink lips were stubbornly pursed all the time.

Voldemort's movements were as graceful as ever, no matter what his slender fingers moved, he seemed to be playing the piano gracefully, and his voice was also like a cello, deep, soft and warm in his ears.

Voldemort... is really cunning, Tom watched Voldemort suddenly let out a low sigh, he was always so cold, but he could be so gentle when he showed it, his eyes focused on Voldemort's movements, But in his mind he wished Voldemort would change his mind.

──Voldy...

Voldy...

──If I listen to you in everything, can you...don't abandon me?

The young man shouted in his heart, but this humble begging could not be conveyed into Voldemort's eyes, those jet-black pupils were like a mirror, gentle, plain, cruel enough to expose all of Tom's unbearables one by one.

Tom looked at himself reflected in indifference.

The pupils narrowed slightly.

He reached into his sleeve and calmly stroked Nagini who was curled up inside. Nagini had actually grown to three feet long, but under the magic power of the shrinking spell, she could still be included unnoticed.

The little pet comforted its owner intimately with its tongue. The cold and rough snake body crawled on Tom's arm, which brought a little bit of stimulation. mentality.

──Voldemort said he was a burden.

Although he didn't answer positively, he didn't deny it either.

──He felt bored.

Not only did it bother him but it became a hindrance.

……so what?

Tom's eyes were narrowed, the original big almond-shaped eyes were now narrowed into two thin lines, I don't know if it was because of the sun, his gaze was fixed on Voldemort's back waiting beside the luggage, the soft black velvet cloth It was shiny because of the sunlight, and it was a very thin color, but it looked very suitable when it was attached to Voldemort's body.

──It was as if it was born for him, except for Voldemort, everyone else's clothes lacked such a sense of natural fit.

...He is a born king, so he can say cruel things and do indifferent things to people without hesitation, so what if he is pulled down...

This idea just passed by in a flash, but it took root and climbed in Tom's heart like a poisonous bud, and then slowly descended to the darkest deep valley.

If he really switched positions with Voldemort, if he was in a superior position and Voldemort was under his control, just like the current Voldemort was to him, could Voldemort still be so indifferent to him?

Can you still treat him like this moody and then come and go when you call him?See him as a nuisance and want to chase him away and be quick?

Impossible──

Tom's deep black eyes flickered, and he looked at Voldemort earnestly while waiting for the bright red train to depart. Every time he saw Voldemort, there was always something crawling in his heart, itchy and unstoppable, just Like something that comes out of the heart but is about to come out of the throat... Tom knew from his experience in the orphanage that this kind of emotion is called "wanting", but can people also "want"?

How can I get the person I want?

He wanted Voldemort not to underestimate him at first, but now his thoughts had changed to want Voldemort to crawl at his feet.

distortion.

Maybe.

But who defines what is normal?

Maybe the first time he saw that kingly man decided Tom's dark state of mind...wanting to be him, wanting to be him, wanting to...have him...!

──Didn't he tell Voldemort?A smile slowly appeared on his calm face, but Tom's heart was colder than ice. Many puzzles appeared in his mind. Although many pieces were missing, there were still many places that could be put together.

There was no doubting the closeness of Voldemort's relationship with him.

So is his indifference to his accommodating change, complexity and tyranny.

... So is he responsible for the eight years he spent in the orphanage?

He Tom .Rui Dou has never been a mature gentleman with a good manner, and it is in line with his age that he must take revenge.

He vowed to take back everything Voldemort owed him with interest, in the name of Voldemort's Lord...

──Because that person should bear the heaviest responsibility for leaving him there for eight years, and humiliation...

Tom, who lowered his head, had a gloomy look in his eyes that didn't match his age, and the bottom line had already been tested... If active intimacy would only make Voldemort regard himself as a pawn that he could control at any time, then he didn't need to pretend to be cheerful Enthusiasm, because, that doesn't make sense.

The only thing that matters is strength, so make yourself so strong that that person can only cling to you. Looking up at the blue sky, Tom looks at the flowing white clouds and thinks, ──One day I will make you regret what you did to me Say something like that, dear Voldy.

The boy's smile was like sunshine, and the scattered light and shadow cuddled together, but this warm smile couldn't penetrate his eyes.

Yes, he is twisted.

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Breathing the familiar steam from the King's Cross train, the warm but mixed air made Voldemort want to cough, but there was a feeling he hadn't seen for a long time. Voldemort narrowed his eyes, which were suffering from the sun, Consciously glanced at Tom.

Tom is very attached to himself because he is his father in his eyes.

A father who was always waiting to fatten him up and take his body.

Voldemort thought about it and felt like laughing, but he just slightly raised his eyebrows, because he remembered the mistake he made a few days ago.

The water of life and death.

A powerful sleeping potion but has almost negligible effect on alchemy body.

At that time, Voldemort actually just wanted to see what Tom wanted to do. With icy fingers intertwined, he slowly squeezed the air from his lung cavity, and then let the life disappear with the slightest breath... This boy had a gloomy feeling about himself. It's time to wipe away the emotions.

Voldemort felt a faint coldness rise in his heart, he didn't need love, but he didn't expect that even the self whom he cared about seriously couldn't love himself.

But what about love?So what if it's love?

Things that are not needed, things that Lord Voldemort does not need!

Voldemort coughed slightly with his lips moving, and the wand hidden in the sleeve slowly slipped into his hand, and he silently recited the life-deprivation spell in his heart through coughing, but the boy's next move left him stunned.

He hugged himself so that Voldemort's head could hear Tom's palpitations, his small chest and arms shaking violently.

── trembling?Why?Isn't this what he wanted and expected?

If Voldemort hadn't closed his eyes, Tom would have noticed the sarcasm in his eyes, but Tom, who didn't notice, trembled, and kissed his eyes lightly.

It was a feathery skin-to-skin fit, and it was nothing, but the hot and humid feeling made Voldemort feel uncomfortable for the first time.

feel bad.

Because the temperature is uncomfortable because of the distance and also because of the uncomfortable, for an old man who raised himself, hey, young self, what are you thinking?

Voldemort suddenly found that he didn't seem to understand himself that way anymore, because the environment in which he grew up was different, and the character he would cultivate would be different.

He didn't know Tom, although he always took it for granted that he could see clearly.

Tom.Marvolo.Rui Dou, after all, it's not IamLord Voldemort... If it's not, then let's keep the distance.

Voldemort thought so, and he did. After that, he pretended nothing happened and counted the time until Tom went to Hogwarts, but Tom's refusal made him confused. Dumbledore told Tom So is the parting treatment.

Was Tom really not Voldemort?

Would Tom really not be Lord Voldemort?

A small voice in his heart called out to Voldemort to let him have a try. Maybe he would have different happiness in such a life, but the rushing ambition in his chest snuffed it out. What he wanted was the world, and what he wanted was the world. A world that reigns for him and fits his ideals.

what is tom

Is a child and will become the carrier of his body in the future.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Thinking of this, Voldemort ruthlessly rejected Tom's request to stay, and he said something clearly, making the sensitive Tom shrink back in shame.

Tom obeyed, bent down and took his palm to kiss him, but Voldemort felt nothing but cold when his hot lips pressed against the back of Voldemort's hand.

cold.

Good boy, Tom.

Good boy, Tom.

Why can't you hold on, Tom...then maybe he won't...

The roar of the train interrupted Voldemort's thinking. He touched his brow, which was a little dizzy from the sun, which was cold and sweatless, just like his seemingly peaceful heart.

He watched Tom, who had been silent all the time, lower his head and pull the luggage. With the sound of Gu Lu Gu Lu about to slide the suitcase onto the train, he suddenly stopped Tom.

The boy's black eyes responded flatly, and the dark pupils reflected Voldemort's pale face like a mirror. Voldemort felt that the person reflected was very strange, but he didn't stop bowing his head.

Stand still.

lean over.

His cold lips brushed against the boy's forehead like a feather.

Voldemort cleared his throat at the boy somewhat uncomfortably, but deep down he was happy at Tom's bright eyes.

"Tom, I have no intention of abandoning you. 』

He wondered if the words reached Tom, but Tom got into the car with a smile, and that was enough.

Voldemort stared blankly at the bright red train passing away, the smoke made his nose full of ashes, the sun above his head seemed too bright, it was time to go back.

he thought, and then moved slowly.

──Isn’t the sun just overhead?

Ah, that's right.

──Why do you ask this?

It's just that he felt a little empty, a little lonely.