[HP] Crack

Harry sat on the bed for a few seconds, bent over and lifted Voldemort's pillow, and pulled out a few previous issues of The Quibbler from underneath.The cover is still my photo, but the title is the shining "Savior".He rolled back slowly, sniffed, his throat was a little sore.

I'm not, he thought, I failed your expectations...but thank you for believing in me.

He slowly flipped back, and the magazine reviewed his parents, his birth, everything he experienced in Hogwarts, Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the current situation of Hogwarts. He read eagerly He read it in a low voice, his fingers holding the page trembled slightly.

Besides him, there are many people who are fighting... Maybe it's just a small resistance, maybe it will end in a tragic end, and the light like a star can also light up the night sky.His heart was shaking, and he struggled to climb out of the deep valley.It will all be over, one day it will be over.

The door slammed open, and Voldemort walked in with no expression on his face.Harry stopped turning the pages of the book, turned to look at him, and silently closed the magazine and stuffed it back into place.He has obviously seen these contents, so what would he think...

Voldemort drew out his wand and pointed it at the desk next to him. A small ceramic plate with bread and milk appeared on the desk immediately.

Harry sat on the bed for a while, considering the possibility of not eating, and finally said slowly: "It's a bit late for breakfast now."

"You are hungry."

It was a declarative sentence, and Harry knew his patience had run out, so he stood up and walked towards the desk. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Voldemort take out the magazines from under his pillow, and began to flip through them again.

Harry sat down at the desk, picked up the bread absently and took a bite, and immediately felt something was wrong.The bread was baked well, but it was very different from the one he ate last night. There was not too much seasoning added, and the taste was refreshing.He took another sip, sipped the milk, and felt a little bit of it-it seemed to taste similar to the breakfast they had bought at the Muggle breakfast shop before.

Could it be that Voldemort bought it from there?No, it is impossible for him to eat Muggle food again, then...Harry recalled that in order to persuade Voldemort to eat breakfast, he tried his best to describe to him how delicious those foods were, but the other party dismissed them at the time. Not entirely indifferent.

"Um--"

"You published an interview on it in your fourth year?" Voldemort asked suddenly, his hand resting on the magazine.

"Well, I'm just doing an interview. It's written by Rita Skeeter."

"It mentions that Skeeter has written a lot against you."

"Of course, she likes to sensationalize. We forced her to write that interview."

The man looked at the magazine in his hand again, and pondered for a while.After waiting for a few minutes, Harry finally couldn't bear it any longer, and called out, "Voldemort."

He looked up at him.Harry pointed to the dinner plate and ceramic cup in front of him: "Did you make this?"

"No." He answered quickly.Harry glanced at him in confusion, picked up his half-finished milk and walked towards him.

"Well, the milk is good, then," he said with mock indifference. "Thank the house-elf for me."

Voldemort snorted coldly, but did not answer.Harry was bored thinking that today was his birthday, but he made him breakfast, which seemed a bit overwhelming... Anyway, this is the only day he should be able to give himself a day not to be the savior of the world, but to be a An ordinary boy... No, this is a dream, he can't relax at all... There are so many people dying, but he wants to find an excuse to be lazy...

"I'll make them stop monitoring this magazine." Voldemort said suddenly again, and there was no abnormality in his voice.Harry was stunned for a moment, then reacted abruptly, and jumped up: "Really?"

Voldemort looked at him coldly and didn't answer, Harry didn't care so much, put the cup aside, rushed forward and kissed him on the face, then kissed his lips, his hands trembling slightly: "I dare not Believe me, Tom, tell me you're lying to me, I must have misheard—"

The seam of his lips was licked. The man brought milk from the bedside table and said lazily, "Drink up, Harry."

Harry blinked.

"You still have not answered my question."

"So you still want a kiss?"

This time his smile widened, and he said, "I think it would be better to keep it until after the milk."

It was clearly a special day, and when Harry came downstairs after his afternoon nap, the vast manor was deserted and eerily silent.But he wasn't frightened, and he yawned as the sun shone on his toes.

"You drove them all away?"

"They're in the way."

"Including Malfoy?" Harry turned around.

"You care about him?" Voldemort asked sharply.

"Er - I still have his wand."

"They're in the room and won't come out." His voice was a little cold.Harry noticed something, and whispered, "Actually, I was surprised when I saw Malfoy looking for snacks in the kitchen that day."

Voldemort frowned, seeming annoyed at his frequent mention of the other, but he didn't stop.

"He looks very careful, as if he's stealing, but this is his home." Harry stopped short, and he felt that he had said too much, but he wanted to see where the bottom line of his tolerance was.

"Do you have this kind of sympathy for anyone?" The man's voice was a little shrill.

"no--"

"You celebrated his birthday too, didn't you?"

"No, I don't know his birthday." Harry felt a little funny, he turned his head and sucked his neck, and jumped away immediately, the man fished him back, dragged him to sit on the sofa, and pressed him into the sofa cushions.

"On purpose, huh?" he whispered in his ear, breathing against his neck, and Harry gasped, wrapping his legs around his waist, "...you're torturing me, Harry...you're literally Makes people crazy."

He gasped in wonder, hardly believing what he was hearing.Every surprise he got today was enough for him to recall for a long time, he even felt that it was his birthday, and he was the protagonist of today-this kind of thinking must not be known to Voldemort, he didn't want him to laugh.

They squeezed all the sofa pillows to the ground, entangled like pythons, and the sofa shook and creaked intermittently.Harry threw his neck back, his fingers gripping the rough edges.Just indulge for one day, he begged in his heart, only this day... Let his dream last longer, if he wakes up sooner or later.

Fuzzy kisses and touches, hot rubbing, Harry blushed, actively sat on him, and pulled his hand closer to him.The man's eyes were dark, and he stared straight at him, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"You know exactly what you're doing."

"Yes, I know! I admit that I've done ridiculous things, I've done them all." Harry shivered as he clenched his hands, breathed out a sigh of relief, and muttered, "...What a birthday I'll never forget."

"What did you say?"

"I said I liked it," he leaned down to kiss him, "come on, Tom..."

Harry didn't know how long they had been tossing, only that they had kissed each other countless times, and those sweet kisses seemed to imply something.When he put his arms around his neck and kissed, the man suddenly pushed him away, and put the pillow closest to him back on the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Harry became inexplicably uneasy, panicking inside.

"It's getting late." Voldemort waved his wand, and the black silk rose to cover him.Harry frowned, knowing that wasn't the real reason.

"Are you tired?" he tentatively asked.

"You go back and rest first." He put back the other pillows scattered on the floor one by one, threw Harry's nightgown and underwear to him, stood up and straightened his robe.Harry quickly dressed and was about to say something when Voldemort waved his hand impatiently, urging him to leave first.

"Wait for me up there."

Harry opened his mouth, his eyes flickered, and finally nodded, turning and walking into the stairwell.He sat down on the corner, listening with bated breath to the movement below—just the apparition bang, and the dead silence.