[HP] Crack

Seeing that he didn't answer, Harry didn't bother to ask, so he grabbed his coat and lay down.He was so tired that as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell into a dream unprepared, and after a while, he heard the sound of steady breathing.Voldemort stared at him for a while, put his hand on the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is proof of his split.He accidentally created a Horcrux...According to the book, the Horcrux is the most evil invention of this century. He chose a symbolic treasure as the carrier of the soul piece to show that his immortality is noble.

But things went wrong.The book never said what would happen to a Horcrux with self-awareness, just as he thought those Death Eaters wouldn't betray him, he didn't expect the Horcrux to betray him either.He's exceptionally weak at this...but far better than Harry Potter.

His cold fingers slowly slid down into the boy's open collar.He easily held his neck in his hand, and the pad of his index finger was close to the throbbing artery, rubbing it lightly.Seeming to feel some discomfort, Harry tilted his head.Voldemort's red eyes stared straight at him, how easy he could have killed him without magic... so credulous, just lying so securely in front of him, how fragile his breath was... that's how he believed in him Friends, do you trust everyone around him?He remembered the conversation he had heard in the forest, and the anxious expression on his face when he asked him to save Draco... Didn't he hate him?

His hand slowly tightened, and then slowly loosened.He looked at the sky, where dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

Harry slept restlessly.He jumped in countless dreams, and everyone went through a cutscene in the dream. He dreamed of Ron and Hermione, who were sitting on the red train and waving to him... and Ginny, flying around her A group of bats, he couldn't get close to her... Finally, it was the nightmarish man, he grabbed his neck and tightened it tighter, he struggled, his face turned purple, and he almost died in his dream.Then it was still him, those blood-red eyes getting closer and closer, his lips caressing him gently...not the wound, but a more incomprehensible part...

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, and a layer of cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.The dark sky above his head made him understand that he hadn't slept for a long time. He turned his head and found a person sitting not far away, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Harry sat up, pushed his sticky coat aside, and moved slowly towards the man.He touched his arm, and the other immediately withdrew his hand.

"Can't you sleep?" he asked, yawning.

Voldemort ignored him.

"I thought about it, I'm going to the hospital tomorrow," Harry said, waiting for him to stop himself or press him why.But Voldemort just glanced at him.

"Why save Draco?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?—what's the matter?" Harry subconsciously thought he was going to do something again, and became vigilant.Voldemort felt inexplicably unhappy.

"You hate him." He pointed this out.

Harry rubbed his nose, shrugged, and looked at him calmly: "There's nothing wrong with that, but you can't just die for this reason, can you?"

"Aren't you afraid that he will avenge his kindness?"

"Uh... I haven't thought about that."

Seeing Voldemort about to show a mocking expression, Harry was furious. "I didn't expect you to understand. You only think about yourself, I know."

"You're saving your enemy, Potter. Shouldn't you have killed him?" he whispered.

"Wrong, you are the only one I want to kill from the beginning to the end." He said coldly, and moved back to his original position, kneeling and hugging the thick coat.

"I don't understand why you don't act now."

"Yeah, I want to know too." Harry looked at the swaying branches above his head, his eyes a little sore.

They were silent for a few minutes before Voldemort asked again, "What are you doing in the hospital?"

"Something." Harry said vaguely, not wanting to answer him at all, and lay down on the lawn.

"Are you worried about Draco?"

"No," was his first reaction. After a few seconds, he changed his words, "...Maybe."

"I won't let you talk alone, Potter..."

"I didn't plan to do anything! You killed my friend, don't you allow me to save her?" He suddenly broke out, raised his voice, turned his head away from him, "You think everyone is like you, My heart is full of dirty thoughts, thinking about how to kill people all day—"

"Shut up, Potter!"

"Then don't stop me, don't worry about what I'm thinking!"

Harry stared at Voldemort. The man's face was terrifying. He should have been terrified. The fear had been strengthened by countless desperate experiences, but at this moment he had another illusion.This shouldn't be, he and his sworn enemy are sitting here arguing, how it looks like an ordinary quarrel - of course, the premise is that neither of them can use magic, otherwise it will be life and death.

"You mean, you want Draco to help save your friend?" The man's cold voice sounded again.Harry's shoulders moved. He really didn't want to pay him any attention, but Voldemort obviously couldn't tolerate his refusal.

"A little favor, I won't let him do anything dangerous." He muttered, then turned his head away again, "Don't you agree?"

There was a rustling sound next to him, Harry turned over vigilantly, and suddenly found that the other party was already sitting beside him, and was so frightened that he wanted to move to the other side.Voldemort grabbed his arm, and Harry shivered, his palm so cold.

"Your hands are too cold." He pushed, and seeing that the other party didn't answer, he wrapped his hands around most of his palms.He thought of the farmer in the fable who let the snake hide in his arms to keep warm, and couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous.

Suddenly, the man withdrew his hand and poked in from the hem of his sweater.The cold skin pressed against the hot back without any barriers, Harry gasped, and turned around reflexively to shake his hand off.The broad hand went around his back and pressed on his waist. He suddenly felt half of his body go numb, and couldn't help but swear: "Damn, what are you doing?"

"It's very interesting." He looked at the boy's flustered face, with a hint of joy in his eyes, and said lazily, "If I'm not wrong, you wanted to warm my hand just now."

"I don't want to think about it now." Harry gritted his teeth and said, who knows how this absurd idea came up, "Let go, I'm going to sleep!"

Voldemort's hands were abnormally large, even morbid.He seemed to be looking for the warmest position, and his nails brushed his sensitive skin from time to time.Harry tried to roll over to escape the ordeal, but he froze when the other hand pressed his thigh quickly with the other.

"Why are you nervous, Potter?" he said softly, seeing nothing wrong.Harry took a long breath, his hands resting on his tight stomach now, damn it, he didn't want him to go any further down - or up, he thought his face might already be like a Quaffle So red.

His hand seemed to be warming up a bit - maybe he was just getting used to the cold, which logically wasn't something to get used to, nothing that attracted him, where the hell was he touching? !

"I'll cast a warming spell for you," he pushed his hand hard and squeezed out the words between his teeth, "Enough is enough, stop playing!"

"Itchy?" He asked softly, the words brushed against the tips of his ears like a feather.Harry was going crazy, he didn't understand how he could - he shouldn't - he couldn't fucking sleep -

Voldemort withdrew his hand in satisfaction, and Harry's reaction was very interesting, not quite angry, but rather ashamed... It felt very different from when he was a soul movie, comfortable, hot, some reactions that were difficult to observe internally... …

Harry pulled down the sweater vigorously, put his hands to his face, sat up and said with a straight face, "I'll cast a heating spell for you, don't use me to keep warm anymore."

"Very effective, Potter."

"Really, I'm not happy at all." The boy's face was still red, and the hand holding the wand was trembling slightly.Voldemort watched him with interest, caught his gaze, and Harry gave him another glare.

He cast the spell quickly, returned his wand without waiting for Voldemort to urge him, pulled his coat over and lay down with his back to him.