[HP] Crack

Some things cannot be used to.Once you start to fall, you can never pull it back.

When Harry woke up suddenly, he only felt a sharp pain in his head, and his body seemed to have been ripped out in a random manner. All the meridians were in the wrong position, and he started to have cramps every time he moved.

Don't challenge the unbreakable oath next time, he thought vaguely.But if it comes to that moment, he still has to rush forward.

He didn't try to move any more, but turned his head to observe the surrounding situation.It was already dark, and there was a dense tree cover overhead.He hadn't eaten all day, and he was already too hungry at this time, but he didn't feel anything at all.He listened carefully to the sounds in the distance for a while, it was very quiet, only the occasional barking of dogs proved that it was indeed late at night.

Then he heard another heaving breathing.Once he started to pay attention, it became hard to ignore, the faint wave seemed to be sucking at the roots of his ears and his neck, it was itchy and hot, almost unbearable.

Harry couldn't believe that Voldemort had the nerve to hold him, after what he had done to him.His pale, slender fingers interlaced around his waist, as if to lock him forever.He's already in his head, there's no point in maintaining physical contact with him.Harry could only think that maybe he didn't want him to escape, but tying him up with a rope was much better than that.

Harry moved his arm slightly, and the sudden throbbing almost made him cry out.Damn, he couldn't get away from him.Harry turned his head and saw Ron lying ten meters away from them.What would he think of Voldemort's behavior? ... If he knew what happened between them, wouldn't he feel sick to him?He even speculated that Voldemort might say something harsh to Ron, if he told him all this, if—

Harry's back felt cold, and he could hardly think about it.From beginning to end, it's an entanglement that's all wrong, full of deceit, exploitation and delusions, where even the most palpitating softness can be turned into a bloody knife.

He endured the severe pain and tried to break Voldemort's hands, and they tightened suddenly.The person behind moved, put his arms around his shoulders and turned him to face himself.The man opened his blood-red eyes slightly, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet.

"Hungry?" His voice was hoarse, but unexpectedly gentle.

"You—no, I don't want to sleep with you," said Harry flatly.

Voldemort ruffled his hair, ignored his words, hugged him tighter, and said, "Sleep a little longer, eh?"

"No, didn't you listen to me? I—ah!"

There was a sudden pain in his neck, and Harry gasped.Voldemort looked at the bright tooth marks on his fair skin with satisfaction, stroked it lightly, and said, "You and your friend still have a lot to talk about tomorrow... Take a good rest, Potter."

Ron's heart was very tangled.From time to time, he glanced at Harry who hadn't woken up with a complicated expression. The latter was lying on his side, and the terrifying man was sitting next to him, combing his hair carelessly with his long, pale fingers.He swallowed, turned his head, and decided not to stimulate himself.

When he woke up in the morning, he clearly saw Harry hugging him, obviously they were not so close last night.Of course, Harry has been in a coma, and this must be Voldemort's conspiracy... He wants to use such a despicable method to separate them, and he will never be fooled.How much Harry hated Voldemort, he knew all too well.

It was almost noon when Harry finally woke up.He rubbed his sleepy eyes, the pain all over his body seemed to have eased a little, and it was no longer so unbearable.The person next to him handed over a piece of bread, and he subconsciously took it and said thank you.

Then he met Ron's stunned eyes.

Harry's hands trembled, and he immediately realized what was happening. He stood up suddenly and walked towards him, almost spraining his ankle.

He sat down beside Ron, holding the piece of bread, wondering whether to throw it away or take a bite, and finally scratched his head uncomfortably, and said, "Uh, have you already eaten?"

"Not yet," said Ron, looking away from the loaf.

"Half of us?"

"No need." He reflexively refused, without looking at Harry's face.For some reason, he always felt that if he and Harry shared the bread, Voldemort would be very angry.

But most importantly, Harry doesn't seem to have the slightest resistance to eating food given to him by his enemies.

What the hell happened these days?Ron couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it.He had wanted to talk to Harry about what he had seen, but he was completely out of the mood now.He had seen the way Voldemort looked at Harry. It was not the way an enemy should be, but more like staring at his prey... Ron didn't dare to think about it, and could only pray that things were not what he had guessed.

Harry broke a piece of bread for Ron anyway, but the latter refused to take it anyway.In the end, he solved it by himself, and finally he had something in his belly, which made him feel less uncomfortable.

"I have something to tell you, Harry," said Ron seriously, after he had finished eating.Harry nodded in confusion, glanced at Voldemort, and followed Ron to the side.

"Let's run, Harry," Ron murmured as soon as they stopped, his face tense.

"escape?"

"Yes, he took my wand away, but I still have one. When I Apparated away before, I came out among a group of Snatchers, and I snatched one of their wands." He said. Said, sneaking a glance at Voldemort not far away, "We can go now, Harry."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he was ecstatic.He felt that the freckles on Ron's face were much more pleasing to the eye, and just as he was about to agree, a muscle in his stomach twitched, and the pain woke him up.

"No, no, Ron," he said slowly, clutching his stomach, and gritted his teeth. "I can't go—I can't leave, he put a spell on me, and I'd be sick if I ran away. We meet I was running when I was here, but I couldn't get very far. If I went back with you, I'm afraid—"

"What spell did he put on you?" Ron asked. "Maybe someone in the Order of the Phoenix can undo it, Harry. Is it the Dark Arts?"

"No, it's an unbreakable oath." He murmured.Ron staggered back a step, his face was ashen, the corners of his mouth twitched, a little stiff.

"...why did you let him use this?" There was a hint of sharpness in his voice. "It's a two-way spell, isn't it? He can't succeed without your consent—"

"I was tricked by him, Ron. There are many ways to coerce people. He—he used Hermione to blackmail me. I can't help it." The pain in his abdomen eased a little, and Harry's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his lips turned white. , "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid, I shouldn't—"

Ron stared at him blankly for a while, then reached out to support him.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on his shoulder and breathed calmly, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry...fortunately, you're here, buddy. I've been tormented crazy by him these days."

"He...hasn't killed you all this time?"

"No. I forgot to tell you that he can't use magic now. His magic is in my body, so he can't kill me."

"His magic is in you?" Ron said a little louder.Harry was taken aback, and explained: "It's not what you imagined, I can't use it. Something went wrong when he shaped his body."

"But maybe you can, Harry!—have you tried?"

"I can't feel his magic. Even if I could, I wouldn't use it... Don't you find that kind of disgusting?" he said quietly. "He killed so many people with it."

Ron stopped.After a few seconds, his voice was a little guilty: "Sorry, Harry... I forgot all of a sudden."

"It's okay, it's normal." Harry moved his head away from his shoulder and shook his head, feeling as if it was about to fall, heavy.

Ron looked at him for a while, his lips moved, and he seemed hesitant to speak, but he couldn't help but said: "I—I want to ask you something, Harry. I mean, you and him—"

He suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes widened, staring at one place.Harry looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Ron shook his head, took another step back, and said in a dry, almost suffocated voice, "Your neck."

Harry was still a little puzzled, and a feeling of uneasiness rose in his heart.Ron pointed to his neck, and Harry suddenly realized something, and reached out to touch his neck - he felt an indistinct undulation, a little itchy.

It's Voldemort's tooth marks.

All the blood in his body seemed to be drained.