[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"Are you sure, Tahlia?"

"Well, sure."

In the principal's room, several people sat or stood facing Albus Dumbledore behind the large table.

Dumbledore's face was serious, and he thought for a long time before speaking in a low voice. "So, what did Harry say?"

"I haven't asked him yet..." Tahlia also whispered. "I want to ask your opinion first—"

"It's not up to me, kid..." Dumbledore sighed. "I think we'd better let that kid come over and let him... decide."

"Are you joking?" A voice came excitedly, and several people present all looked at the speaker, Sirius Black, but he didn't flinch from being watched by everyone, and continued to speak. "You knew he would absolutely agree... how could you—"

"Calm down, Sirius."

"I'm his godfather!" Sirius' voice was louder. "He'll be killed! He's only in first grade...he's...he's too young!"

Who would have thought that Voldemort would actually issue such an order...

It's fine for him to resurrect himself, but Harry has to watch, even if it's because of the prophecy──

He made it clear that he wanted to kill Harry the moment he was resurrected, so as to avoid future troubles!

"He's going to die, Dumbledore!"

For the first time, no one had any rebuttal because of this sentence.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was slowly pushed open, and Remus Lupine walked in first, and the boy behind him had messy hair and clear green eyes. He was surprised for a moment, but immediately showed a clear expression, as if he had already sensed what was about to happen...

"Harry, boy... you're here." It was Dumbledore who spoke first. "Do you know why we asked you here...for?"

Harry froze for a few seconds, blinked, looked at everyone present, and then spoke calmly. "Is it Voldemort?" There was a pause, because everyone froze instantly. "He wants Tahlia to hand me over, doesn't he?"

A moment of silence.

Yes, of course they called Harry because of this, but before they said anything, Harry said it himself, what should they do now?Advise him not to go?Or persuade him to agree?It seems that nothing is right.

After a while, Sirius spoke with a stiff expression.

"Actually, we didn't intend for you to—"

"Why?" Harry cut him off bluntly.

"Harry?"

"I should go anyway, right?" His tone remained calm. "That prophecy—Tahlia and I said that prophecy—that Voldemort and I can't live together, one of us will kill the other... so I have to go, don't I?"

"The prophecy is not absolute──"

"Enough, Sirius."

Sirius shut his mouth.

It was Tahlia who spoke. "We understand what you want to say."

Sirius swallowed.

"Trust me, we care about Harry as much as you do..." Tahlia took a few steps forward slowly, looking at Sirius. "Voldemort is not only dangerous to him, but also to any of us present, very threatening—maybe we will be injured, we may die... so let him choose, Sirius." She said slowly with. "Otherwise he will bear a lifetime of guilt—"

Sirius opened his mouth. "Yes—" But he immediately fell silent.

Tahlia is right.

But how could he get Harry to get involved in this?how could he-

"I'll protect him." Tahlia's voice drifted into his ears again. "I promised Lily...I promised her—I would never let anything happen to Harry."

"I'm going." Harry's voice came over firmly. "You're all gone, how can I hide behind—"

"I also need to go!"

The door was opened again, but this time it was pushed hard. Everyone stared at the little man who rushed in in amazement. He didn't pause, and directly slammed into Tahlia's arms, who was also in a state of surprise. .

"I want to-"

"No, you can't, Nigel." Tahlia refused reflexively before she could react.

"Why!" Nigel looked up angrily. "Harry also said, you all went! How could I hide behind!"

Tahlia pushed him away slightly. "But you don't even have a wand."

"I—" Nigel opened his mouth wide, then closed it sadly, but still looked at Tahlia unwillingly. "Anyone of you can lend me a penny..." He muttered in a low voice.

For some reason, this childish sentence instantly relaxed the tense atmosphere, and Tahlia couldn't even hold back a burst of laughter.

After comforting Nigel, Tahlia asked Regulus to take him back to the office first, then took a deep breath and continued the topic just now.

The plan was actually not complicated, Dumbledore would send people to ambush at the location Voldemort had chosen first, and then Tahlia and Snape would take Harry there, waiting for Bella's party and Voldemort himself to arrive.

Then let him drink the potion, and they tried to delay the time as much as possible. If all goes well, as long as the hidden toxicity of the potion takes effect, Voldemort will only have a dead end.

If they were unlucky and they couldn't delay, they would have to use the men Dumbledore sent and there would be a fight, but the result would be the same, as soon as Voldemort died from the poison in his body, it would all be over.

Pretty simple plan, isn't it?

In any case, what Voldemort thought was a success would eventually fail.

A week later, Tahlia and Snape stood in a cemetery with Harry trembling with nervousness and fear. When Voldemort chose this place, Tahlia was still nervous for a while, because not only the old house of Riddle was nearby, but also not far away. The dilapidated building on the hillside is the Gaunt House.

She thought he had discovered that his Horcruxes had been destroyed...

Needless to say, she felt relieved, it seemed that Voldemort had given away so many souls that he was no longer able to resonate with those removed souls──

"Hold on for a while, can you?" Tahlia said softly, and with a wave of her wand, several ropes appeared to bind Harry in an instant. "I have to knock you out..."

Harry, who fell to the ground, took a deep breath, then nodded, and closed his eyes obediently.

Tahlia drew out her wand and, facing Harry, took the same deep breath. "Stupe──"

"Let me do it." A hand was suddenly placed in front of her eyes.It's Snape.

Tahlia frowned. "You don't have to—"

"I insist," Snape said flatly. "let me."

Tahlia stared at Snape for a moment before taking a few steps back and putting away her wand.

"Stupefy." The red light from Snape's wand hit Harry, and he turned around, not giving Tahlia a chance to leave, before speaking. "I have something to tell you."

Tahlia, who had already turned halfway around, froze for a moment. "I do not want to know."

"Even so, I still have to say it." Snape stepped forward forcefully, grabbing Tahlia, this time unlike his casual force in the hallway a month ago, he didn't give Tahlia a chance to break free. "Maybe we won't live long..."

"Isn't that what you wanted?" Tahlia said sarcastically. "Men are mortal, Snape."

Snape didn't have any emotional ups and downs because of this sentence, still maintaining the posture of pulling on the sleeve of Tahlia's robe. "I have something to tell you."

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't want to hear—"

"The person I like is you."

The deathly silence seemed to silence even the sound of the wind blowing the grass around.

Snape wished so much now that Tahlia would have said something, instead of staring at him indifferently after hearing this and not reacting.

"Trust me—"

"So what?" Tahlia finally said. "I didn't expect you to make jokes like this now, Snape... don't you know what we're about to-"

"Just because I know, I have to tell you now, I don't want to regret it for the rest of my life." Snape said in a deep voice. "I like you."

"...another lie?" Tahlia looked at Snape coldly. "I don't even know if you've ever told me a single truth—it's so out of your standard...I thought you wouldn't tell such a flamboyant lie." She spoke again with her empty hand. Draw your wand. "let me go."

Snape didn't let go, he frowned, and started to say something else...

But he has no chance.

There was movement on the side.

First, several people appeared one after another, forcing him to let go, let Tahlia stand away from him, and straighten the robe on his body.

"You're late." Tahlia's voice sounded even colder than before.

"It's you who are early." The visitor replied unceremoniously.

Tahlia raised an eyebrow. "This is a very important matter, of course we can't be late." She said, pointing casually at Harry who was unconscious on the ground with her wand. "Potter is here." He looked around. "Lestrange why are they so slow?"

"Lord is more...inconvenient now," one of them said.

Tahlia frowned. "What's the meaning?"

As soon as the words were asked, several people appeared out of nowhere.

This time, Voldemort was among them.

And Tahlia finally understood what the man just meant.

Voldemort was very weak, he could barely stand up straight with the support of others, and he seemed to be a completely different person from the one who brutally treated them a month ago.

But it's no wonder, no matter how good Quirrell's body was at the beginning, the corpse was still a corpse after all, after a month, it must have been difficult to move...

At this moment, she was thinking wildly again, feeling deeply sorry for the person who supported him, and having to have such a close contact with such a half-decomposed corpse... It seems that she always has to rely on this Way to get a little distraction.

"Where's the thing?" Tahlia would believe it if someone said that Voldemort would take his last breath in the next second.

She glanced at Snape.

Snape took out the bottle of potion from his robes, stepped forward cautiously, uncorked the bottle and let the little Crouch beside him take it.

Voldemort almost made him feed himself the liquid in a hurry, without even... even testing the authenticity of the potion.

Tahlia felt that it must be Merlin's favor. Although she believed in Snape's ability in potions, Voldemort was also very knowledgeable in potions. If he checked carefully, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't find something...

But-

It can only be said that he hurt himself.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

it has started.

Voldemort suddenly threw away everyone around him, and fell to his knees in pain.

Bella on the side had drawn out her wand angrily and wanted to cast a spell on Snape, but was dismissed by his stare. At the same time, Quirrell's face gradually changed...

First, the skin that had been obviously decayed gradually grew new tissue, and gradually recovered into a complete face. On the contrary, the original bridge of the nose gradually sank, leaving only two gaps where the original nostrils were. It's like a snake.

And the snake beside him sprang out from his robes... Obviously, just now Voldemort was able to stand, the snake named Nagini must have helped a lot.

The energy of the Philosopher's Stone was indeed very powerful, and in just a short time, Voldemort, whose whole body was about to disintegrate, was able to stand up independently...in his original appearance, he stood up.

After all the changes were over, Voldemort waved away the person who had been supporting him.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The blood-red eyes, those eyes, the bloodthirsty, cruel eyes that have become the nightmare of many people.

At this time, Tahlia and others clearly realized one thing.

Voldemort succeeded... and returned.