[HP] Crack

There was another uncomfortable silence, at a moment Harry hadn't expected.He felt something was wrong.He thought all of this was a conspiracy by Voldemort, but the other party seemed to be more confused than him.

Harry tried to feel Voldemort's thoughts, but the moment he did so he was caught, and his scar burned and throbbed.

"Don't try to peek into my mind, Potter."

"Actually, most of the time it comes into my head by itself," said Harry gasping.

"what?"

"I mean, I don't want to know what you're thinking, but my scars will transmit themselves, understand?" Harry was a little crazy, Voldemort was clearly aware of this, did he really lose his memory?

"Explain to me, Potter."

"Enough, I have no obligation to explain to you. You have amnesia, but I will not let you go, even if you are in my mind."

"Oh, you're going to pierce your own brains, aren't you?" he sneered ironically.

"...I'll think of another way. There must be a way to kill you and keep me alive."

"Sadly, Potter. Only you will die."

"Oh, why don't you try it? Try killing me now, you can do it." Harry was annoyed, "What are you afraid of?"

Voldemort fell silent.Harry found himself getting used to the silence, which had a reassuring comfort.

"...So, 16 years have passed." Harry yawned, and Voldemort suddenly said, "You lived another 16 years after that."

"Sorry, I don't really want to reminisce about the past." Harry said sincerely, "We can talk about how you lost your memory."

"What happened after that?" Voldemort ignored him.

"Twelve years ago—"

"I went where the prophecy indicated. Then—"

"Do we have to talk about this?" Harry cut him off roughly. "It's going to give you a good time talking about how you killed someone, wouldn't it?"

"That's all I remember, boy," said Voldemort fiercely. "You were only one year old, and I killed you—"

"Congratulations on killing your worst enemy - a boy who was only one year old. No, you didn't, because I'm still alive, and I've lived until now." Harry said coldly, "You should congratulate me. "

After he finished speaking, he screamed, and Voldemort's rage was beyond his imagination.The pain from the scar burned his eyes, and Harry took off his glasses and set them aside, panting with his eyes closed, but it was no use.

"Harry, what's going on?" Hermione opened the curtain of the tent and asked eagerly, "Did you see any suspicious people?"

"No, uh, I just have a little pain in the scar." He took a breath and pressed it with his palm.

"Well," she scowled, "you said you no longer felt his thoughts."

"Nothing," he shook his head, "really nothing."

After Hermione told him a few words and returned to the tent, Harry continued to rub his forehead.It was already a little lighter, but it was still sharply stabbing.

"I'm right," he muttered. "You really haven't been successful. You can't ask me to treat you nicely."

"It didn't work out."

"Of course it is."

"Does that mean I tried to kill you later?"

Harry stopped rubbing his forehead, his anger rising.

"Yes, you've tried to kill me almost every year since I entered school. You forgot, Voldemort, I thought I couldn't hate you any more." Harry felt that tolerating his own swear words had become a matter of life. It was difficult, but his scar still lingered, "In the first grade, you went to steal the Philosopher's Stone, and I stopped you; in the second grade, your diary opened the secret room, and you would kill me at that time... In the third grade, you got a servant, and you and your servant made a plan for your resurrection... You were resurrected successfully, and you tried to kill me again, but it still failed. In the fifth grade, we had a battle in the Ministry of Magic, You killed Dumbledore in sixth year. You forgot, didn't you?"

"...I'm not completely unresponsive," he seemed to be thinking about something, "Sometimes I know something. I have a little impression of things after the fourth grade, but...that's not what I did."

"Not you! Who else could it be?" Harry sneered.

"Is that me I'm talking about, boy." Voldemort's voice was grim again.

Harry was still about to refute, but suddenly he realized something, and his brain suddenly ached.

"Horcrux," he breathed heavily, "you are in my body...God, how could such a thing...you actually..."

"Be clear, Potter." Voldemort said impatiently.Harry's entire face contorted.

"You should have killed me at that time." After a few seconds, he put his head on his knees, staring at the toes of his shoes.

"That's what I've always thought, boy. But you still haven't explained what you said."

"I've had enough," Harry murmured. "Enough, Voldemort. I thought I'd just kill you, and now I have to kill myself."

"You were arrogant enough to think there was a way out."

"That's because I didn't realize I was a Horcrux. I thought it was some kind of dark magic, a Horcrux - I just knew how to destroy it," said Harry, digging at the clods of dirt, his nails packed with dirt , "You only remember what happened 16 years ago, don't you? You remember the moment you killed me, then do you remember how you died?"

"Shut up, Potter."

"Sixteen years of silence must have felt desolate to you," said Harry selfishly, "but you deserved it. You should taste it again, instead of all the people you killed—"

Then he didn't say any more.He screamed and rolled on the ground with his head in his arms, until Hermione and Ron rushed out and dragged him back, still screaming, in agony.

Harry didn't keep watch for the rest of the night, and Hermione sat outside the tent in his stead.He was not covered with a quilt, lying on the bed staring blankly at the top of his head in a daze.The pain of the scar had never been so intense, more than ever before.He knew why now, because the anger came from the soul inside him, not as a mouthpiece.

He was one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

He could sense Voldemort's emotions only because he was dirty and had a piece of his broken soul in his body.That piece of soul separated from him at the moment of his failure, entered his body, and lived with him for 16 years... He stayed with the enemy who killed his parents for 16 years without knowing it.

I'm afraid this was not planned by Voldemort, he could not use his enemy as a Horcrux.He has always hated black magic, but he himself is full of the most evil black magic of this century.

Ron next to him snored, but Harry still didn't fall asleep.He wanted to strangle himself to death with a rope, so that Soul Piece, which lost the protection of the Horcrux, would also die.He was too dirty, dirtier than being possessed.He is a Horcrux.

Harry closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.