[HP] Crack

The three of them shook their heads and turned to look at the source of the sound.Voldemort was standing on the other side of the coffee table. He walked towards them slowly, stopped beside Harry, and looked at the two Death Eaters coldly: "I remember saying it very clearly, Bella...need Shall I repeat it again?"

"No, Master, I know—" Bellatrix's smile froze.Voldemort ignored her, and continued blankly: "You can't talk to Harry Potter, Bella, you're not pretending not to know, are you?"

"Master, it was Potter who provoked me first, he spoke first, you know—"

"I know?... No, I don't know," he said softly, "I just know you're breaking the rules."

Bellatrix's voice became thinner, with a hint of tremor: "No, don't punish me, master! I am loyal to you, and I will not betray you! I am not a traitor, master—"

"It depends on your next performance. Well, now I have to give you a little..."

A warm hand took the hand holding his wand and pressed firmly.From the corner of his eye, he looked at the boy beside him, who tilted his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.He paused.

"...I don't care about it this time. If there is a next time...you know what will happen, Bella."

Bellatrix heaved a sigh of relief, nodded hurriedly, and said gratefully, "I won't be anymore, master. My loyalty will always belong to you..."

"Okay, back off."

She nodded vigorously, looked at him excitedly, and still had no intention of leaving.Harry thought she would offer to stay, but she just stared longingly at Voldemort for a moment, then reluctantly Apparated away.

Narcissa, who had been silent for a long time, also retreated in a low voice, leaving only the two of them in the living room.Harry let go of Voldemort's hand, feeling a little cold.

"Harry."

"Don't talk to me," he said, immediately regretting it.A hole in the heart slowly opened, and the panicky wind leaked in.

They were silent for a while, Harry shook his head, and said in a slightly trembling voice, "...I don't know, did they come in yesterday?"

"We were in bed all day yesterday."

"So what are you trying to say?" He turned his head, suddenly feeling unbearable, "What is this, Voldemort? What do you think this is?"

The man squinted and stared at him, his eyes were extraordinarily red.He grabbed his hand, and Harry shook it, but couldn't.

"What do you want me to answer... Harry?" he whispered, slowly tightening his wrist. "What answer do you want?"

"I don't want an answer from you. I mean, I don't need you to say what I like to hear. I just want to know what do you think a mate is? How do you think a mate is different from a servant?" Harry's voice It involuntarily became louder, and the eye sockets were sore.He didn't know where these emotions came from, maybe they had been buried in a corner of his heart long ago, but were covered up by the momentary joy.He didn't know whether what he was doing was right or not, even if he didn't know he still did it, but he asked himself why?

"You think I treat you like my servant? ... I didn't order you, Harry, and you don't have the Dark Mark ... I think I've tolerated you enough, don't you?"

"So tell me what they're doing? Your Death Eaters, they're obviously not here to party, are they?" Harry took a step closer. "You're going to war with the Order, aren't you? Right after we're in bed— — right after you said you accepted the relationship and that I was your partner?"

"I didn't say that."

"Don't be silly, I can feel it." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, "So I ask you what do you think a partner is? A thing for your entertainment?"

Voldemort didn't answer right away.Harry's heart sank little by little, and the man's hand gradually turned into a cage that pinned him in place.Does he really understand?Does he really understand what love is? —Is he too happy too soon?

"...our souls are together, Harry," he said.

Harry paused, and bit his lower lip hard: "Yeah, yes, our souls are together - it has to be like this, isn't it? Only by doing this can you survive, I know it is, I understand you--"

"You know me?" he interrupted, coldly. "What do you know about me, Potter? . . . The memories you've seen from Dumbledore make you think that's all I have, don't you?"

A storm was brewing in his voice, forcing Harry to back away, but he still clung to it, and continued to say in that shrill voice, "Compared to my words... you trust Dumbledore more, yes no?"

"I'm trying to believe you, Voldemort! But look what you're doing? You won't let the Death Eaters talk to me, what are you afraid of? Afraid I won't be able to stand their sarcasm?" Harry sneered, "No , you are just afraid that they will tell me the tasks you assigned to them, I understand, you don't want me to know what you are doing, but that's what I want to know - I don't care what happened to you before, if you need, I will Will forget everything I saw in the Pensieve. But I need to know who you are now—I have to know, I fucking hate hiding—”

"Don't forget, boy," he said grimly.

"...You know, I didn't pay attention to it before, so I would feel this way when I heard them call you master," Harry resisted the tingling sensation from his wrist, overcame the discomfort in his heart, and pulled He twitched the corner of his mouth, imitating Bellatrix's tone and said, "...my master."

The man's arm froze for a moment.

"I am loyal to you, and I will not betray you... My loyalty will always be yours..." He smiled at him with some sarcasm, "You like it. You make me believe in you, Voldemort, I really want to believe you..."

"...do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

"I'm not interested in peeking into your mind."

"Keep your mouth shut, call me master next time, and I will tie you to the bed."

"you--"

"What makes you think that I am a person who will stand still, Harry?" He let go of his hand forcefully, walked forward with his back to him, and said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "The enemy comes to attack your own Camp, you think I should sit down and have a cup of tea with them, don't you?"

Harry was rubbing his wrist, but he stopped when he heard this sentence.He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and finally said: "... a cup of tea is also a good choice."

"This is impossible."

"Why isn't it possible? Look, you and I can sit down and talk, what else can't—"

"You and I sat down and chatted the first time we met, right?" Voldemort turned to look at him with dark eyes, "If I told you... Potter, I decided to stop all this, I changed my mind Zixin... would you believe it? Or do you think this is a trap?"

Harry stiffened, and said slowly, "I...don't think you would set such a trap."

"You know me, Harry, no one knows me like you do." He gave him a deep look.

"But—but—"

"Since you know that I will not set up such a trap...then you must know what I will do if they want to come."

"How did you know they were coming?"

"The intruder that day, he let me discover that the defense system here has a loophole of human sabotage." Voldemort said briefly, "The traces are very new, just a few days after you were taken away."

Harry swallowed, stiffened his body and said, "They want to save me, I know."

He paused, clenched his fists, glanced at him, turned his head again, and said softly: "Actually, you give me a little time—I—I can convince them, and I will tell them that you have changed , we can sit down and talk, Tom."

"Call me Tom again now, huh?" Voldemort sneered. "Want to leave?—in other words, want to run away? That's not enough to call me Tom...Dark Mark, or the Unbreakable Vow...Choose one , and then I let you go."