[HP] Crack

Harry felt like he was having a long dream.

He went back to the secret room in the second grade, where the handsome boy and his basilisk in the diary attacked him in a dark and smelly hell, trying to kill him in a 50-year conspiracy... The shaking snake head, the colorful snake pattern Swelling in front of his eyes, like stones at the bottom of a river... A person laughed wildly in his mind, shaking his whole brain, almost driving him crazy.And the great rage, and the man roared, and his roar was Harry's roar, and his pain was Harry's pain, and he failed again, in the same place, maybe it was a spell... and then the scene Changed, he flew in the dark, with starlight and cold wind blowing by his side.He landed, and landed in a pitch-black field... It was a cemetery, with gray tombstones facing him, which was different from his parents' cemetery, and looked more gray.It dawned on him that he was back in fourth year, that nightmarish night when Voldemort was reborn, and that frying pan, and that little servant... huh?no, no...

"What are you doing, Potter? - let me go!"

"Legislasia!"

The man's eyes were blurred with fear and anger, and he screamed inwardly, no, don't— let him go—

"Stand still, let me know if anyone comes... By the way, I haven't seen you before, are you a new Death Eater?" He heard himself say in a sharp, cold voice, lifting the Death Eater Pointy and white face, "What's your name?"

"...Draco Malfoy," the boy said blankly.The words woke Harry up a bit, and he yelled again, but to no avail, as if he was the only one who could hear... Where was he?why why……

"Malfoy? ... Are you the son of Lucius Malfoy?"

"Yes Master."

The blurred vision flickered, and his vision gradually decreased. He saw a snake, which looked different from the basilisk... It was Voldemort's snake. He grabbed it with his cracked hands, and then he felt a pain in the brain, as if being caught A big hammer hit hard, and his eyes turned white.no no……

"Come here, Draco, grab it for me... hurry up!"

no, do not want……

He screamed heart-piercingly, but no one could hear him, maybe he was ignored, which made him almost desperate.Draco took the snake in his hand in a daze, and he saw himself pointing with a finger, and a ball of red light enveloped the entire long body of the snake, which was extremely weird.Draco's hand was also getting redder and redder, as if congested with blood.he screamed.

"Shut up, boy!"

Harry felt colder and colder, and it seemed that he had been losing heat since he woke up, and it became more obvious now... as if a knife had split his chest, the scar throbbed, and his breathing was like a cold mist, His lips were almost dry, and he was in a trance and dying state, but his body was still standing firmly, motionless...

"Cut off your hand and throw it into the pot, quick!"

No, don't, stop...it's so cold, too cold to speak...he saw him cut his wrist, drip blood into the boiling oil pan, and there was a fishy smell...the eyes were dark , the shadows of the trees are dazzling, anyone is welcome, let's stop all this...

Harry's eyes went dark, and he couldn't feel anything.

Cold... so cold... He never knew the spell could have such a side effect.No, before that, he felt that this body was getting colder and colder.

Before he took control of the body, being in the boy's body made him feel too warm, alive and comfortable.This warmth had put him off before, but he had grown so used to it for sixteen years that panic and outrage rose inside him when he discovered he was about to lose it.

This is impossible, why does the same body become so cold with a different soul?He knew that his original body was also very cold, but he thought it was due to his physique, and now it seems that it may have something to do with his soul... But he has no time to care about this now, the battle is not over yet, and the same kind used for sacrifice is still tenacious resistance.It was a group of shapeless shadows, most of its strength had been sucked out, and it was not enough to pose a threat.

"You'll regret it...you'll pay the price..." the remnant yelled hoarsely and sharply, and he flung himself on top of him, staring at him with red eyes.Draco hugged his broken arm and wept mournfully, his face was pale due to excessive blood loss, and it seemed that he would fall to the ground in the next moment.

"Kill me and don't even think about it!"

It was like a prophecy's vicious curse nailed into his brain. At that moment, he was in a trance, feeling as if something was missing.He stood up, looked at the two stumbling boys, and narrowed his eyes.

"Go and see how he is, Draco."

"Lord, Lord..."

"You heard me."

Wiping his tears with his remaining right hand, the boy staggered towards the lying Harry, knelt down sobbing, and brushed his sweaty bangs away.The blood from the broken arm dripped on his neck like a black stain.

He leaned over and stared at him for a while, Harry's face was a little blue, his lips were pale, and his jaw was trembling slightly.Draco turned his head and said in a low voice, "Master, he looks - very bad, as if..."

"Like what?"

"It seems to be poisoned..." Before he finished speaking, the man strode towards him, and he quickly stepped aside, not daring to vent his breath.

Voldemort untied Harry's thick cotton coat, and tore open the innermost thermal underwear with his nails.There were two small holes on his right arm, and black blood was flowing out, which were the teeth marks left by Nagini.

"Give me your wand." He stretched out his pale and slender hand towards him, Draco dared not resist, and handed him his wand tremblingly.He took it and waved it, but found that there was no response, and he seemed to have lost touch with the magic power.

what happened?

He tried again, put the wand aside after making sure it didn't work, took off Harry's underwear, tore strips of cloth with his fingernails and tied them tightly over the wound.

"Get some cold water!" He tossed his wand back to him. "There's a bar near here, go right away!"

"Master, I—" Draco looked ashen, pointing to his broken arm, "I can't move..."

Voldemort's blood-red eyes stared at him for a moment, and the latter moved back in terror, his legs trembling.He snatched the wand from his hand, stood up and stepped out.

Along the way, he tried to awaken his connection with magic, but it was useless.He seemed to have fallen from the top to the bottom of the valley, becoming the Muggle he hated most, and everything that was easy was now extremely difficult.Damn it!Is this the meaning of the soul piece that was sacrificed by him?He cut off his connection to magic, making him more vulnerable than dead.

Voldemort strode into the grubby pub he'd passed when he arrived at the age of sixteen, and it's no different now than it was then.The glass walls are covered with infamous posters and advertisements, and several men and women writhe to the loud metal music.The boss was standing behind the bar and chatting with a woman. As soon as he came in, he attracted everyone's attention. Several Muggles who were closer saw his face and fell off the chair all of a sudden, but they didn't dare to make a sound. .

"Prepare me a bottle of cold water and gauze." He went straight to the boss, pinched the back of the woman opposite him, strangled her speechless with his slender fingers, and rolled her eyes white. Inside, immediately!"

The boss is a middle-aged man with messy hair, and the beard on his chin has not been shaved clean.He took a step back and bumped into the wine rack behind him, a bottle of Remy Martin slammed into pieces on the ground, dousing his trouser legs.He didn't speak, and ran into the inner room as if escaping while grabbing the handrail.

There was silence all around, and almost no one spoke.Occasionally, when someone wanted to discuss, Voldemort glanced coldly, and they immediately turned pale with fright, and lowered their heads not daring to meet his gaze.

A few minutes later, a series of sounds resembling things being overturned finally sounded in the inner room. The boss stumbled out and threw a beer bottle filled with water and a roll of gauze to him. He caught it firmly and turned around. Leaving the bar quickly amidst all the stares.

Still not... No... Damn, hell, how could he let his defeated generals affect him?He had to figure out why, he had to...

When he came back, Harry was still there, and Draco was lying next to him, seemingly talking to him.He narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling very bad.He has woken up?Here's a question, a question he can't explain, why did he save him?He is no longer useful...

Before he got close, the two boys had spotted him and looked at him together.Harry struggled to sit up and grabbed Voldemort's hanging robe: "Go and save Malfoy—"

"Lie down."

"Voltage—"

"Potter!"

Perhaps frightened by his sullen look, Harry didn't speak any more.He pushed him back onto the grass, pulled the cork, and rinsed his wound with clean water.Although the wound was not deep, some shallow bruises could already be seen due to the prolonged delay.Harry gritted his teeth and endured the pain. Voldemort's force was not gentle at all, and his sharp and long nails scratched his skin from time to time, making it prickly and itchy.He opened his eyes wide to see his flat face that was extraordinarily cold in the middle of the night, his mouth with almost no lips, the glass bottle and gauze in his hand...all these seemed so weird that he could hardly think, and even ignored his movements .

He reluctantly turned his face to look at Draco, but they hadn't spoken much just now.He hadn't figured out what happened, and Draco, who was lying on the side, could only cry in a daze. He finally said hello to him, and Voldemort came back.

"What are you looking at?" the man said coldly, wrapping the gauze fiercely.Harry gasped in pain, glared at him, only to be stunned by his next move.