[HP] Crack

"I—I didn't, you misunderstood—"

"A little compensation, I think you don't mind..." He whispered in his ear, moved his fingers to his right chest and twisted it hard, the momentary pain and numbness made the boy almost scream, He restrained himself with difficulty.

"Relax, Potter, look at me..." He straightened his head, staring into his eyes, Harry seemed unable to bear the humiliation, struggling, he said sharply: "Don't move, Potter, don't try Hide me! I know what you're thinking!"

Maybe he felt his anger, maybe he was guilty, his resistance was a little smaller, but he still avoided looking into his eyes.He's on the alert, he thought, but it doesn't matter, he knows how to make him do...

He showed no mercy this time, he quickly pinched out shocking red marks on Harry's body, and when the cold wind blew, scalding pain seeped into his bone marrow.But that was just the beginning, he reached into his pants.He didn't want to do this at first, he forced him...

Harry tensed up instantly, but he didn't dare to move, panting, blushing frighteningly.Shame and panic and exasperation took hold of his brain, and he wanted to yell, want to kick him away, but Voldemort was on the move... no, hell, he couldn't—damn he knew how much he hated this— Harry hunched his legs unconsciously, struggling uselessly at the edge of the swamp.No, of course he knows... Only he doesn't know how much he likes him to touch him, no matter how gentle or rough, he can't control it, he really longs to get close to this man... In the depths of his soul, his loneliness is like a desert .

When he arrived, he was trembling violently, his brain was blank as if electrified, the man turned his face to look at him, calling him, the distance was close enough to kiss... why not, he thought blankly, they could He couldn't see why it wouldn't work...they've done a lot more than that...

But he backed away, tempting as the thought was, and he didn't kiss the almost lipless mouth, maybe because he looked into those eyes.

He fell again.

This time was different from the past. From the very beginning, another piece of soul clung to him like a scald, and even made him feel scared.He struggled in the void, attacking that strange piece of soul, but soon regretted that he shouldn't... he would get hurt, but it didn't matter to him... he felt suffocated, as if he had been crushed into a quagmire Here, all resistance is like a child's play, childish and ridiculous.

The piece of soul grabbed him and began to search for gaps in him... an unimaginable tearing sensation, and then a suffocating and painful filling sensation, something squeezed in, it was bitingly cold, and he opened his mouth, letting the turbulent The wave spread outward.Harry couldn't tell whether this happened in his head or the real thing, everything around him became a dark whirlpool, Voldemort's shadow swayed like a snake in front of his eyes, he was completely immersed in this endless game of pain and pleasure.

Harry couldn't help screaming, he felt his soul split in two, and his body was being controlled by another force, he wanted to push back, but couldn't help but hold back, tears flowed back into his lacrimal glands.He yells no, no, fear and excitement, piercing, but then realizes it's just something happening in the soul, and he doesn't really yell, but it doesn't make a difference.

found it.There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he grasped his fingers tightly.At that moment, he couldn't control his tears, his whole body trembled, and there was a groan of fear in his throat.I found it... the man's ecstatic laugh was in his head, a force pierced him, Harry curled up in pain, his eyes opened wide unconsciously, panting heavily, after a long time, the dilated pupils came back again gather together.

He sat up suddenly, his brain hurt so much that he almost fell back, but there was no resistance.Voldemort was fiddling with a wand, his eyes glowing red, and he didn't seem to care at all about what he was doing.

Harry pulled the clothes on the floor and stepped aside, quickly put on his pants and sweater, and ran towards Ron who was still sleeping, putting on his coat as he ran.

It's over, it's over, he only has this thought in his mind, hitting his throat, making him extremely nauseous.Is 30 minutes and [-] seconds too late?No, he didn't have a wand yet - well, what were they going to do?

He couldn't believe that Voldemort had regained his magic at this time.He didn't even dare to recall what happened in his brain just now, it was almost a union, but how did he do it? ... No, it doesn't matter, what matters is that they are going to die soon.

"There are many obstacles."

Just as he was about to grab Ron's shoulder, a red light stopped him, causing him to fall.The man's lazy voice was more terrifying than the devil in the depths of hell. Harry just got up and was about to run, but the grass under him suddenly grew wildly and tied him in place. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. They are getting tighter and tighter.

"Why are you running, Potter?" The man stood up and walked slowly towards him, his voice was very soft, interspersed with small footsteps, reminding Harry of a file rubbing against a wooden board, "Voldemort thank you for your kindness De, you will get your due reward..."

"What reward, an Avada Kedavra?" He sneered, still trying in vain to tear off the weeds that bound him, the rustling sounds became denser, his upper body was tightly bound by the flexible grass , can't even move.He growled and looked at Ron out of the corner of his eye. He turned over and seemed to wake up.

2 minutes have passed.

Voldemort swung his wand again, and the same blade of grass pinned Ron in place.He bent down in front of Harry, grabbed his hair to force his head up, and whispered, "Voldemort is happy, Potter, very happy..."

Well, not even an equal duel this time, Harry thought.He didn't want to look back on which of his own mistakes caused this ending, it was meaningless, what's the use of thinking about it when he was about to die?

"Really?" He struggled to make a sound from his crooked throat, which was a little harsh, "I'm afraid I can't be happy with you, I hope you can understand."

3 minutes have passed.He has no wand, no support, can't move his body, can't do anything.This time he really couldn't think of any way to help him escape the danger.

So he is going to die here, in a desolate place that no one knows, he and his friends are buried under his credulity and stupidity... He stares at the pale face of his enemies, they have all tasted death, The difference in attitude leads them to opposite answers.

"You think I'm going to kill you, don't you?" Voldemort touched his face with the wand-holding hand, and he seemed in no hurry, "You're wrong, Potter, I'll keep my word... I will not go back on what I promised, you can rest assured."

Harry's throat moved, and before he could pay attention to Voldemort's actions, he asked without thinking, "Will you help us rescue Hermione?"

"Of course." He rubbed his lips thoughtfully with his fingertips, "We still have a long time to wait until this is over..."

Harry tried to turn his head away with some discomfort, but found that his neck was also immobilized.He couldn't understand his words, what is a long time?He is running out of time.

"Promise me you'll let my friend go," he said.The man's fingers moved to his neck and pressed his Adam's apple.Harry trembled all over, and almost lowered his head, but was pulled back by Voldemort's hand that was pulling his hair.

"I'll help you untie it, but don't move around." He said suddenly.Before Harry could react, the weeds wrapped around his body suddenly loosened.The skin was burning and painful, and he jumped up reflexively, and Voldemort grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

"Mystery man--"

"Don't call it that." He frowned.

"Then what do you want to hear? I can't call you by that name now, I will be found out, because you are a 'person who can't even mention the name'." He sneered.

Voldemort didn't answer, and Harry struggled again, and then several ropes bound his arms.

"Your friend, I cannot guarantee their life or death."

"What?" He turned his head immediately.

"Don't interrupt me, I can let them go, but on one condition."

"What conditions?" He raised his head, and the man gave him a deep look.

"You have to stay."

"Me?" Harry stammered, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he realized immediately, "Oh, you want to blackmail them with me? You think you can-"

"Of course, I can arrest you and kill your friends," he said cruelly, "but that's meaningless, isn't it? We don't need to kill wizards indiscriminately, as long as they are willing to surrender..."

"That's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible. I will go to Malfoy Manor with you and settle accounts with that person."

"You're going to kill him?" Harry frowned, "Are you sure you can do it?"

"I've killed one, Potter." Voldemort shot him a cold look.

"But he looks exactly like you, does it feel like suicide when you kill him - well, pretend I didn't say that." Harry closed his mouth tactfully.