[HP] Crack

Voldemort looked at him calmly, without speaking.His hand moved up his flat belly and stopped on his heart.Harry shuddered and straightened his back immediately.He rubbed slowly, pulling him closer.

His heartbeat came to him through some kind of connection.The soul preserved in this body is closely related to him, he knows that he can't kill him anymore, he even has to rely on him, if he dies, his soul will be broken again.Relying on others is the last thing he disdains to do, but he has no choice.They finally got to this point... He wasn't too surprised.

If he is still the same, he should disguise himself, use his compassion, unknowingly drain his soul completely, make him his own victim...it is easy to do, even if he can sense his emotions , but full insight into his mind was impossible, and his Occlumency was far stronger than he could have imagined.If he's still the same...

"You don't realize, Harry, that our souls are linked together," he said slowly. "If I die, you die too... what will you do?"

Harry opened his mouth, wanting to speak but didn't know what to say.

"They want you to kill me, and if you can't, Harry...if they know you have such a relationship with Voldemort..." He brushed his hair slowly, eyes narrowed.

His soft words frightened him, and Harry took a deep breath. Of course he had considered this, and although it didn't work out, he knew there were some things he would never do.

"You know what I'm thinking. You can feel my thoughts. To be honest, I didn't think that saving you would cost me this kind of price before, but I also—I don't regret it. I don't regret saving people." Ha Leigh said softly, "I don't think killing people is the only solution. What we need is the result. It doesn't matter how the process is...I think—I think—I've always wanted to do this, and I don't know if I can do it. To—I don't think you're totally hopeless. I've been trying to make you understand that you dismiss love, but it's within your reach."

He rubbed his nose, slowly leaned over to wrap his arms around his waist, and touched the corner of his mouth lightly.

The man's Adam's apple twitched.He lowered his head and put his hand on the boy's hip, which made the boy gasp.

"It hurts?"

Harry nodded stiffly, not daring to move.He thought for a while, and added: "It hurts like hell."

"Lie down and let me see."

Harry hesitated for a second, but he still didn't refuse, and carefully lay down on the bed.He bent his legs, which was a very shameful gesture, but they've done worse things... Feeling his fingers, Harry covered his mouth and bit his arm again, trying to silence himself.

"Relax, I'll give you some medicine."

"Hiss... I know—"

"Cry out if it hurts, don't bite your own hand." Voldemort glanced at him.

"It's not painful..." Harry pondered, completely forgetting what he wanted to say, and writhing uncontrollably, the other party patted him impatiently.

"I've heard it all," he said curtly.Harry's face was flushed again, his legs were trembling a little, and he could hardly stand still.

After taking the medicine briefly, Harry could only lie on the bed to rest, and Voldemort leaned aside to watch him, carelessly stroking his messy hair.

"...I can sense that you're trying to do this." He spoke after a moment, and Harry looked at him immediately, "I don't make any judgments."

"I know, you must think it's ridiculous." He whispered.

Voldemort was silent for a while, and said: "I failed once, which can be interpreted as luck...it was my negligence...but the second time, Harry, I knew it was a trap, a trap you set for me... ..."

His voice dropped, and Harry held his breath, his heart beating faster.He moved to his side and rested his head on his chest.The man stroked the back of his neck, lowered his head, and seemed to be muttering to himself: "I don't find it ridiculous... You have the ability to make the impossible come true, Harry."

Harry froze for a second, propped up his upper body in astonishment, his voice hoarse: "You mean—"

"I don't mean anything."

Harry didn't pay attention to his words, he trembled slightly, leaned over to kiss his face, and then sucked his lips.Before he could take any further action, however, Voldemort pushed him away and wiped his lower lip.

"You may have misunderstood me." He looked at him thoughtfully, "I mean, what you said about the power of love...I don't deny it, Harry, it's a whole new feeling, I've never had... a relationship without a contract..."

"It's better than any relationship—I can't say it's reliable, but you will feel more valuable. I mean, a kind of dependence, companionship, attachment, and a deeper understanding of each other. I know you don't like relying on others, and you never Don’t let others know what you’re thinking, but friends rely on mutual trust and understanding—”

"You call this kind of relationship that you have slept with a friend?" Voldemort interrupted him abruptly.

Harry choked and coughed.He glared at him and said with a straight face, "In short, you understand what I mean."

The man was noncommittal, and patted his head to indicate that it was time for him to sleep, but Harry wasn't sleepy at all, still lying on his chest and didn't want to leave.

"I want to talk to you for a while," he said. "I want to know what you think."

"You can read my mind."

"But I want you to tell me, Tom."

He spread the quilt over the two of them, pulled him into his arms, and put his hands on his back.

"As I said, I accept this relationship...although I prefer to tie you up with a contract."

The second half of his sentence was so light that Harry shivered for some reason.

"I hate those contracts," he grumbled. "I always thought you didn't have to go to such extremes."

"I think it's necessary for me to take some appropriate measures with my partner," said Voldemort, Harry's attention was drawn to the word "companion", "but since you don't like..."

"Uh, actually, I just think the contract is a kind of coercion. But I'm voluntary, we don't need that." Harry touched his nose and said cautiously, "My feelings don't need that kind of thing to prove."

Voldemort said nothing, leaning over to cover his lips.They kissed for a while, and he held him down as he kissed, and Harry couldn't wait to lose himself in it.This is the first time they kiss after confirming their hearts, and it is more beautiful than any previous time.He's quickly smitten, crawling on top of the man and looking at him longingly.Voldemort stroked him, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said casually, "By the way, I remembered something you said to me before, Harry."

"What?" Harry didn't want to think at all at this moment, he felt so comfortable that he wanted to melt into his body.

The man smiled oddly.If Harry had noticed this, he should have realized that something was wrong.

"You said I didn't understand your feelings for Ginny," he said softly.

Harry froze for a moment, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his back.There was nothing unusual in Voldemort's expression, but he just had the urge to flee through the door.

"Uh...I apologize for my remarks at that time," he moved back, trying to get off him calmly, but was held down by the other party, "I think you understand now."

"I don't think that's my focus." Voldemort narrowed his eyes.

The strength in his hand increased, and Harry held back the moan that came to his throat, took a breath, and smiled: "I-I liked her, before I met you. I mean, I was with her She's - well - in a relationship, I don't deny that, but I'll take care of that."

"need my help?"

"No!" Harry reflexively rebuffed, noticing the other party's gloomy expression, and tried to recover, "Uh, I really don't need to bother you."

"You're thinking of her," he pointed out sharply.

"She was tortured by your diary. That's not a funny thing. I used to like her, she's been waiting for me." Harry didn't continue, his heart was cold.He had failed Ginny, that was an irrefutable fact, and no matter how much he explained it to himself, he couldn't escape it.He was still willing to take care of her, but there was no way they could go back to the past.

"...I smell guilt," the man said. "This is the last time, boy."

"...I'll take care of it, really." Harry recovered and forced a smile, "I want to sleep."