[HP] Crack

"What do you want?" the man asked after a while.

"...I don't want anything. I don't need rewards, at least not the kind of rewards you think." Harry took a breath, "There is a cause and effect for doing something, I don't need-extra rewards, I just want a chance."

He stopped for a while, walked towards him through the faint liquor, and stood in front of him with his back straight.He wanted to give him something, he had just wanted to kill him and make him pay for his cruelty.Death is too easy, and hatred will blind people. He thought that if he embraced death willingly, if he embraced hatred and love willingly, the greatest magic might work again... The mother's ancient magic is in their blood From then on, this love was destined to bind two people tightly.

"You know what you have to do," Harry whispered, looking at him.

Voldemort narrowed his eyes slightly and clenched his fingers.Before he knew it, he had let him go too far... There was no way, and he was unwilling to think of a way, which was strange... He waited for a while, and the boy still looked at him stubbornly, as if he must Wait for an answer.How can he be so stupid?How can you trust him naively, even if you are stabbed by him again and again, you still stand up steadfastly?He seemed so vulnerable that he could kill him so easily, but no one knew better than him the bursts of energy he could burst into, though he always claimed it was just luck.

His eyes flickered, and he suddenly grabbed Harry by the collar and pressed him into his arms.The latter coughed, then raised his head to look at him, his eyes sparkling.He suddenly realized that he could easily control him, and he had the key in his palm.He suddenly understood what he wanted to convey to him with all his hoarseness before.

"you know--"

"I know." He interrupted impatiently, "You want to sleep."

"I didn't mean that." Harry was a little disappointed.

"I don't mean sleep either."

They stared at each other for a while, and Harry coughed again: "Uh... I didn't mean that either."

"you have not?"

"Hey, it's late now," he scratched the back of his head, blushing a little, as if hesitating, "Well, I can kiss you again, do you think—"

Before he finished speaking, a shadow suddenly covered him, and a group of soft objects hit his lips hard.Harry stared at him blankly, without saying a word.

"It's not for you to decide, Potter." After a while, the man said slowly.

It seemed that a tiny light had been lit deep in his heart. He couldn't believe it, and didn't dare to speculate.But if--if--if it's true--if there's even a chance--

"Er... Actually, it's not really a kiss," he said cautiously.

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

"I mean—I'm an adult, it's like a child's joke, I think—" Harry glanced at him, noticing the teasing in his eyes, and then he was a little self-absorbed, "Well, I'm Say I want a deep kiss, is it clear now?"

"It couldn't be more clear."

Harry couldn't imagine such a sweet night as they lay in bed, the air seemed so sweet, curled up in Voldemort's arms with his arms around his waist.He even wanted to laugh out loud, although he didn't know if the other party really understood, but he still had a lot of time to explain to him, and he could give him more things... Harry couldn't help but lick his neck He kissed him, and the latter immediately looked down at him, frowning.

"No other meaning." He muttered.

"I thought you were sleepy."

"Hmm..." The man's slender hands were stroking his hair, the feeling was so comfortable, Harry moved closer and pressed his legs against him.

Voldemort pulled his finger away, landed on his restless leg, and slid slowly.Then he reached under his robes and scratched his chest, and Harry flinched.

"You're sensitive here," he seemed interested. "This is an interesting subject."

"I don't think so."

"You can try." He leaned down and pressed him on the pillow. Harry was sweating with excitement, but he was really sleepy, and he didn't want to make any more troubles, so he reluctantly refused a few times.

"Tomorrow, Voldemort, um..."

"tomorrow?"

"No, when I wake up... don't touch it, I'm sleepy." He begged.

"Just now, when I was about to fall asleep, you disturbed me." Voldemort said slowly.

Harry couldn't hold him back, so he sat obediently on his lap and took off his nightgown, letting him feel it from top to bottom.When he probed slightly with his fingers, Harry gasped and straightened his back, terribly disturbed.

"Uh, I feel—"

"Relax, Potter."

"I can't, I really—you—Tom!"

The feeling of being called by his name was so wonderful, he bit the tip of the boy's ear, stopped torturing him, and backed out.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, the feeling just now was too weird, but after he left, he felt a sense of lack again, as if something was missing.He crawled aside and pulled the covers back, took a deep breath, and leaned on his arm.

Should be able to sleep well tonight, he thought.

Harry slept soundly until nine o'clock in the morning.When he struggled to wake up, he found that he was holding an arm tightly, and the owner of the arm was leaning on the bed board and flipping through a magazine.Harry squinted his eyes to identify it carefully. It was a thin copy of "The Quibbler", an unknown issue, with his headshot printed on it, and "Most Wanted" written underneath.

Sensing his gaze, he turned his head to meet his gaze.Harry retracted automatically, pushing his arm back.

"Uh……"

"Interested in this?" Voldemort stared at him, shoved the magazine into his hand, touched his cheek thoughtfully, "They didn't choose the right picture."

Harry glanced at the cover of the magazine and saw that it was the latest issue.He and himself in the school uniform in the photo stared at each other as if they didn't recognize each other.

"Well... this is a photo I took of my Rita Skeeter interview, three years ago," he said.

The man nodded casually and retracted his arms.Harry noticed that his movements were a little stiff, and immediately realized that he might have numb it last night, so he quickly massaged him with a smile.

"But I remember that "The Quibbler" didn't publish this before." He said, thinking of Luna who was imprisoned in the dungeon before, his heart sank slowly, "It's you——you threatened him—"

"All magazines should speak with one voice," said Voldemort, "though I admit that I find it more interesting in what it used to print."

"so you--"

"I'll take another look at the old magazines, but I don't want others to read them," he interrupted.

Harry stopped and looked at him with pursed lips.

"...an interview I did in fourth grade was published on it. Nobody believed me back then, they wouldn't accept the fact that you had come back, they thought I was crazy and Dumbledore was an old fool," his voice Dry, speaking slowly, a little hoarsely, "Hermione asked me to tell what I knew, thinking that everyone has a right to know everything. It doesn't make me happy to recall this, but it is a meaningful thing. "

He paused.He didn't know why he was saying this, it was as if a symbol inside him had been shattered, and he remembered Hermione's face he had seen in the dungeon in the darkness, her face split in two by the dust in the light.He thought of Ron, of Luna, their faces muddy with hot blood.What the hell is he doing?

"...I found this when I was repairing the bookshelf this morning." Voldemort said suddenly, "You should understand that I didn't know there was such a magazine before this."

Harry glanced at the large bookshelf standing in the corner, he couldn't imagine that there were such different styles of magazines among the pile of tomes.

"But you wouldn't be able to order it to resume normal content, would you?"

"If you don't want your wanted notice to appear on it, I can stop it. Don't make unnecessary demands, Potter..." Voldemort's voice gradually became dangerous.

"Yeah, you can stop whoever you want, you can do whatever you want, can't you?" Harry's voice turned up involuntarily.He bit his lower lip, he didn't think of this, hatred filled his brain again, and he didn't even know how to get rid of it.He couldn't control it, so that he coughed, and his throat seemed to be full of tears.

He was wrong, he shouldn't have been so naive - how was he going to pay for all his sins?And how should he bear all this, if he can really...

"Is that what you want?" Voldemort's words interrupted his thoughts. "You want to see a magazine praising you, to satisfy your vanity—"

"There will always be people, even if you spread terror everywhere, there will always be people who won't. They know what the truth is and what to stand for. There will always be people." Harry's voice overshadowed his words, and he sat Woke up with red eyes.

"...This can only prove that this magazine has not persisted, can it?" After a few seconds, the man said coldly, as if suppressing his anger.

"No, it's because you kidnapped Luna, and you threatened him with his daughter!"

"You've saved her, Potter!"

"That's different!"

The air freezes.They stared at each other, neither of them willing to bow their heads.Harry's stomach growled, and Voldemort's lips moved. Finally, without saying anything, he lifted the covers and got up to leave, slamming the door hard.