[HP] 47 Days Transformation

All this is just a hypothesis.

Suppose the prophecy of the savior and the Dark Lord is broken, suppose both of them survive, assume the devil is the final victor, suppose the era is re-established, assume the savior, and become a prisoner...

Or not being able to call him a savior anymore.This world no longer needs a savior. Although life is bumpy, it is not like the dire situation in the past. It is hard work, but you can live comfortably.The world no longer needs salvation, so they gave up the savior.

God said, let there be light to drive away darkness; Hugo said, let there be a strong light that can be called hope, which will completely illuminate and drive away evil spirits.But this world no longer needs light. People living in this space have become accustomed to being with ghosts and monsters, and have become underground moles. Their visual ability gradually degrades in the dark, and they can only stumble forward by hearing.

Light was abandoned.

Lost the title of savior, Harry Potter, what else has it?

"My dear, you have nothing left," someone whispered in his ear, the warm breath was sprayed on the bare skin, the soft and loving tone seemed to turn into water, giving people an illusion of tenderness— —As intimate as sympathizers, but in reality, winners and losers, mortal enemies fight each other, "Today, Bella and the others captured another group of Dumbledore's army. That boy... is called Longbottom, right?"

The handsome devil put his arm around the savior's waist, hugged the pale man from behind, and smiled lightly, as if thinking of something funny, his eyes were charming, but cruel as always: "Bella said she wanted to make a family... ..."

He spoke a sentence without beginning or end, but it made the face of the savior in his arms turn pale.No, he was already horribly pale, but this sentence only forced down the only trace of blood and anger.

What does it mean to form a family?That crazy woman drove Neville's parents crazy with the Cruciatus Curse, and then used the Killing Curse to turn Neville from a baby into an orphan. How else could they make up a family?Isn't it just to use her best spell to entertain the couple's only child left behind?

Harry stared futilely at the narrow patch of water in front of him.If the eyes were any smaller, they might not be able to contain the water that wells up the tear ducts.After all, tears are nothing more than the salty exocrine secretions of cells.

When did he become so vulnerable?you may ask.

He was originally a hero, but the nerves that belonged to the hero were completely wiped out in the absolute torture and stimulation, leaving only tired, sensitive, frightened, and fragile reaction arcs, like a frightened bird, or in other words, Was completely tamed?

It shouldn't be like this, let alone be like this.

The name Harry Potter is bound to be associated with a hero.Without courage, without strength, without self-sacrifice, how can you be called Harry Potter?Incomparable courage, perseverance and strength have long been engraved in the hero's bones. Even if the nerves are weak and the consciousness is annihilated, the instinct belonging to the body will definitely maintain the most sacred posture of life.

Harry is still Harry, how can everything engraved in his blood and bones be erased?So he endured the trembling of his lips, and tried his best to ignore the strength on his waist.

——"Let him go."

Obviously unable to save himself, but still trying to protect everyone?This may be the most sacred and noble gesture of life, but it can only arouse the desire of the devil at an incongruous moment.

Voldemort hated nothing more than the light, and secondly, this man's attitude.Absolutely bright, a gesture that dazzled him and made him afraid to approach it.

He was in the dark, could not find salvation and never wanted to be redeemed, became a devil and carnivaled in hell, how could he tolerate his pure white and flawless Harry?He is in the abyss, then tear Harry off the clouds, pollute him with the dirtiest mud, and let him be banished from heaven to hell.He has to be with him.How could he fly away with black feathers?

And he is keen on and enjoys this process of light falling and hope dying.

So, the tall and handsome young man lowered his head, and licked the back of the Savior's neck with his warm and soft tongue, leaving a wet and ambiguous mark on the smooth, pore-free skin. He let the savior in his arms understand his hints and threats.

"How did I teach you before?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at the messy hair of the young man in his arms, half a smile, his handsome face was hard to look at, "If you want me to let him go, what should you do?"

How to teach him?Teach him how to take dignity out of his bones, teach him how to completely forget shame and self-esteem, teach him how to use his body in exchange for the results he wants, teach him to beg for mercy.

I don't know when, Harry also learned that trick, learning to exchange the least price for the most valuable result.So he turned around, put his arm around the young man who was much taller than him, suppressed the * that was strangling his neck, and quickly and stupidly pressed the lips of the devil, so fast that the devil had no time to see clearly what was in those eyes. of gray.

It's just one game, and it's worth the fresh lives of comrades-in-arms, why is it not worth it?

Anyway, it's already □, what kind of archway are you trying to build?Harry opened his mouth, laughing silently, letting the tongue invade his mouth.

The tongue was probably the only soft spot on Voldemort's body.

Why did Voldemort hate Harry's attitude of protecting everyone?Not so much disgust as revenge.

When he needed Harry the most, he resolutely left without even looking back, leaving him in despair and collapse.And those who are neither serious nor important, how can they get Harry's favor and protection?How can something that he can't even dream of be presented for others so easily?

It's not so much revenge as jealousy.

Anyway, he did everything he should and should not do. He was already doomed not to be forgiven by Harry, and Harry was also doomed not to be able to reciprocate the kind of affection he hoped for. , He also abandoned that ridiculous expectation and indulged himself in chasing the supreme desire.

Tom was keen to have sex on the big black bed that belonged to Voldemort.

He didn't like lighting at all, so he had to turn on all the lights in the room to illuminate the huge room so clearly that he could even catch the trembling of Harry's eyelashes.

Under such light, the body trapped in the quilt can be seen at a glance, and the bruises and scars on the skin are also clearly visible, which is shocking.

Tom was keen to admire his masterpiece.The bruises and purple marks prove that he has been completely possessed, from the inside to the outside, he is the only one who marks him.

Harry must have been in pain, terribly painful.As long as he hurts, he can think of him as the instigator. In a sense, he is also remembered in his heart, isn't he?

Harry must have been in pain, when he'd never yelled that it hurt.Even when he was at his most miserable and miserable, he never begged for mercy once.The subconscious is unwilling to expose his fragility in front of him, and this cognition makes Tom at a loss.So he intensified his brutality, asking for it in a pathetic and ridiculous way.The always wise Demon King was terribly stupid at this time, falling into an endless loop and gradually going crazy.

Take off the cumbersome clothes, without any foreplay, go straight in.

The tight and hot tunnel made those scarlet eyes darken suddenly, and the pupils were narrow and long like snake eyes.His eyes fixed on the body below him that began to struggle due to discomfort, like the steel nails on Jesus' wrist, imprisoning him and not allowing him to escape.

The glare and clear light from the ceiling came down, and was swallowed by those dark red eyes through the weak reflection of the skin, so the eyes showed the slightest expression change of the person below him.Harry's lips had already been bitten and turned white. The pain and despair shown in his facial features made the handsome young man's breathing stagnate. The deepest corner of his heart began to contract sharply, but before the most real pain spread, it surged up The pleasure of revenge and the malice of successful revenge came to the mind, allowing the devil to invade casually, with abnormal heart spasms, to obtain the most real pleasure.

He was the only one in Harry's body, and he was the only one who entered and exited the tunnel behind him wantonly, and the shape there only fit his penis.The ferocious and terrifying lower body completely entered, and fit perfectly with the delicate intestinal wall, and the convulsed intestinal tract caused by pain made Tom almost crazy.

Harry's breathing was trembling with pain, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the bed sheet were blue and white, as if they would snap if he tried harder.He was like a fish thrown ashore, struggling to breathe, or like a snail stimulated by salt, curling up madly.

But the people lying on him would not show pity, Tom slowly withdrew, feeling the pleasure brought by the friction, making the acupoint | mouth stretched to the extreme again.

The young man's penis is thick and slightly curved up, with a crown-shaped groove filled with scarce intestinal fluid, giving off a lewd luster under the light.Tom forced Harry, who was about to curl up, to stretch out, put his hands on Harry's arched shoulders, and pressed his forehead against Harry's chin, exposing his most vulnerable Adam's Apple.Tom leaned forward and gnawed on Harry's protruding and fragile collarbone. His waist sank, and his penis, which was against the mouth of the cave, suddenly penetrated, and the upward curved crown grazed one side of the intestinal wall, which caused Harry to scream again. There was a spasm.

Without lubrication, the sharp pain made Harry almost faint, and his consciousness gradually drifted away, and the rejection of pain overflowed his entire brain.

It hurts.

He wanted to speak like this.But if he spoke, he would definitely cry.He has abandoned shame, so how about allowing him to have a little bit of dignity?He bit his lower lip tightly, letting all the sobs evaporate in his throat.

"Cry out." The red-eyed young man leaned forward and leaned close to his ear, sucking his earballs, breathing with the temperature of passion | lust, and once again put on that seductive expression, with The voice of the sea monster, □ did not come in and out tenderly, "Say you are in pain, and I will make you more comfortable."

Harry opened his eyes, and the glare of the light shone directly into the pupils, causing pain in the optic nerve.Under the light, the expression of the child brought up by him was very clear, the dirty eyes in those eyes were fully exposed, and the unspeakable bitterness choked from his throat to his whole body.

"Since you have opened your eyes, then get up and have a look." Tom smiled cruelly. The Demon King who had sworn to reject the benevolence finally decided to completely tear Harry's pride of being a savior and a hero. With that posture, He picked Harry up.Harry was very thin, so thin that when he hugged him, his bones were close to each other. Tom put his hand on Harry's protruding ribs, stroking it fascinatedly, while the other hand reached down to touch the part where the two met. Distressed and brutally destroyed, "Look down, how wonderful is the place below you..."

The black pubic hair is attached to the most vulnerable part, and it is glued together by the slightly viscous intestinal juice, making it a mess, horribly obscene.The root of the purple-black penis is completely submerged,

The pitiful and red intestines turned outwards, shaking and sucking the penis, obscene | obscene | rotten, impacting the line of sight, causing the barely supported self-esteem to collapse.

"That's right, it's so wonderful..." The Demon King moved greatly, hugging Harry's upper body, enjoying the sacrifice of light.

The light was dazzling, and it shot straight into Harry's pupils. The pain from the eyeballs to the back of the head was unbearable. The body mechanism responded automatically. The lacrimal glands were stimulated and began to secrete tears.He didn't want to cry, but the light was too bright.

Tears snaked from the corners of the eyes to the chin, swayed with Tom's movements, and fell to the sheets, leaving a round spot.

Obviously he has been coaxing him to cry by his ear, but at this moment, he sucks the teardrops from his chin, and he doesn't know if he is sincere or hypocritical and says: "Don't cry..." The warm lips pressed against his cheek, unexpectedly make him feel tender...

Tom put Harry down on the bed again, set up the young man's slender and pale legs, pursed his lips, and pushed forward again, the crown|corona suddenly grazed the most sensitive part of the penis, causing the opening of the hole to shrink suddenly.

"It's comfortable..." Tom grinds on that point, suppresses his breath, and keeps kissing, waiting for him to relax before pushing in hard again.

Maybe because I got used to this kind of penetration, the pain gradually dissipated, replaced by extreme joy.The deeper the pain, the crazier the joy that strikes.

Tom liked this position best, the slender legs tucked between his arms, exposing the most vulnerable parts for him to attack.The whole person can only bump up and down with his movements, and the whole person is in his hands.

Tom was crazy, he pressed him, from the bed to the floor, from the dressing table to the bathroom, from the bathtub to the mirror, every trace of air in the room was filled with that rotten smell, every time Every corner carries the most obscene | promiscuous memories.He was like a ruthless beast, pouring semen into Harry's body as much as possible, over and over again, trying to make his seeds grow and develop in the human body below him...

(If you have a child below, those who are thundering should be careful!)

Until 5 months later, Harry pressed his hand on his protruding stomach, his eyes were tearing open, and the doctor's diagnosis made him almost crazy.He grabbed the young man's skirt fiercely, forgetting even the fear of Tom: "What have you done to me!"

"Hehe," the Demon King put his hands in front of his eyes, and laughed uncontrollably, it's too wonderful to say, "You, and my blood, merge together, how about it, I've planned it for a long time..."

"Don't you like children the most?"

"Me and your child, isn't it wonderful?"

No, it's not good at all, he's a man, he can't conceive, he's Harry Potter, and it's even more impossible to give birth to the blood of someone he even dreamed of killing!

70 years ago, he hoped for the birth of every child except the baby boy named Tom Riddle. 70 years later, he still hoped for the birth of every child, but he only cursed the existence of that life in his body.

The gestation of life, if it is not for the deep love between the two, even if it is born, it will only bear loneliness and pain, and be at a loss for love and hope. Such a life that is reluctant and regarded as a means is better than never existing!

"Get rid of him!" Harry's face was pale, his fingers pressing on his belly turned white, his little finger kept trembling, but his firm tone made the devil's eyes darken.

Tom stretched out his fingers and grabbed Harry's chin fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot: "You are just a prisoner, you have no right to resist my request."

April 2004

A new life is born as expected, no one expects, no one cheers, no one throws a big party for it, no one applauds and celebrates it.The new life represents gray, neither black nor white, excluded by both, and exists alone.

His father just picked him up, sneered, and handed him over to the Death Eaters standing behind him, walked into the bloody house, fixed his eyes on the pale and sleepy man like a child asking for a hug, and willfully climbed up On the big bed that smelled of blood, he pulled the man's weak arm around his waist, deceiving himself to enjoy the moment of happiness and satisfaction that he despises the most.

His other father just fell asleep, frowning tightly, as if he wanted to lock all the unhappiness and pain out of his mind, and ignored the troubled child.

He grew up like this, peeping at the world with emerald green eyes that looked like the savior's father, and the bottom of the eyes was clear.

"Dad, why don't you hug me?" The three-year-old was articulate, standing at the feet of the savior's father.As soon as his father left, he followed with his short legs, stubbornly refusing to leave, even if he fell, he just got up clumsily, rubbed the tip of his red nose, and followed again.Just like the Harry who knew the hope was slim back then, but never gave up pursuing love and hope.

"Daddy!" The child's high-pitched voice made Harry feel his guts spasm after spasm.He looked back and saw the face that looked like a young Tom again.Every time I look at this child, I feel more and more unforgivable for my pandering at that time.

The child was sobbing, and the broken voice was full of grievances and stubbornness: "Scorpius has a father's hug, why can't I have one?"

The child's crying was heartbreaking, Harry couldn't hold on at all, and the real Harry Potter had nowhere to hide.

No matter how indifferent and tough the appearance is, Harry Potter is still the clumsy boy longing for love and family.

"No, don't cry..." Harry stretched out his hand stiffly facing the facial features that were very similar to Tom's, hesitating and struggling, but he hugged the child seriously, just like he hugged Tom back then.

"Father..." The child's cries faded, and he buried his face in his father's neck, covering up a ray of red light that flashed in his emerald green eyes.

The author has something to say: After masturbating all afternoon, I still come up with this ghostly picture ==

Ahem...that's it ORZ...

Take a look at 5000+, uh... In a sense, it's a double change ==...

It's locked, so put it in the comments...

All this is just a hypothesis.

Suppose the prophecy of the savior and the Dark Lord is broken, assuming both of them survived, assuming that the devil is the final victor, assuming that the era is re-established, assuming the savior is reduced to a prisoner...

Or not being able to call him a savior anymore.This world no longer needs a savior. Although life is bumpy, it is not like the dire situation in the past. It is hard work, but you can live comfortably.The world no longer needed salvation, so they gave up the savior.

God said, let there be light, and drive away darkness; Hugo said, let there be a strong light, which can be called hope, to completely illuminate, and drive away evil spirits.But this world no longer needs light. People living in this space have become accustomed to being with ghosts and monsters, and have become underground moles. Their visual ability gradually degrades in the dark, and they can only stumble forward by hearing.

Light was abandoned.

Lost the title of savior, Harry Potter, what else has it?

"My dear, you have nothing left," someone whispered in his ear, the warm breath was sprayed on the bare skin, the soft and loving tone seemed to turn into water, giving people an illusion of tenderness— —As intimate as sympathizers, but in reality, winners and losers, mortal enemies fight each other, "Today, Bella and the others captured another group of Dumbledore's army. That boy... is called Longbottom, right?"

The handsome devil put his arm around the savior's waist, hugged the pale man from behind, and smiled lightly, as if thinking of something funny, his eyes were charming, but cruel as always: "Bella said she wanted to make a family... ..."

He spoke a sentence without beginning or end, but it made the face of the savior in his arms turn pale.No, he was already horribly pale, but this sentence only forced down the only trace of blood and anger.

What does it mean to form a family?That crazy woman drove Neville's parents crazy with the Cruciatus Curse, and then used the Killing Curse to turn Neville from a baby into an orphan. How else could they make up a family?Isn't it just to use her best spell to entertain the couple's only child left behind?

Harry stared futilely at the narrow patch of water in front of him.If the eyes were any smaller, they might not be able to contain the water that wells up the tear ducts.After all, tears are nothing more than the salty exocrine secretions of cells.

When did he become so vulnerable?you may ask.

He was originally a hero, but the nerves that belonged to the hero were completely wiped out in the absolute torture and stimulation, leaving only tired, sensitive, frightened, and fragile reaction arcs, like a frightened bird, or in other words, Was completely tamed?

It shouldn't be like this, let alone be like this.

The name Harry Potter is bound to be associated with a hero.Without courage, without strength, without self-sacrifice, how can you be called Harry Potter?Incomparable courage, perseverance and strength have long been engraved in the hero's bones. Even if the nerves are weak and the consciousness is annihilated, the instinct belonging to the body will definitely maintain the most sacred posture of life.

Harry is still Harry, how can everything engraved in his blood and bones be erased?So he endured the trembling of his lips, and tried his best to ignore the strength on his waist.

——"Let him go."

Obviously unable to save himself, but still trying to protect everyone?This may be the most sacred and noble gesture of life, but it can only arouse the desire of the devil at an incongruous moment.

Voldemort hated nothing more than the light, and secondly, this man's attitude.Absolutely bright, a gesture that dazzled him and made him afraid to approach it.

He was in the dark, could not find salvation and never wanted to be redeemed, became a devil and carnivaled in hell, how could he tolerate his pure white and flawless Harry?He is in the abyss, then tear Harry off the clouds, pollute him with the dirtiest mud, and let him be banished from heaven to hell.He has to be with him.How could he fly away with black feathers?

And he is keen on and enjoys this process of light falling and hope dying.

So, the tall and handsome young man lowered his head, and licked the back of the Savior's neck with his warm and soft tongue, leaving a wet and ambiguous mark on the smooth, pore-free skin. He let the savior in his arms understand his hints and threats.

"How did I teach you before?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at the messy hair of the young man in his arms, half a smile, his handsome face was hard to look at, "If you want me to let him go, what should you do?"

How to teach him?Teach him how to take dignity out of his bones, teach him how to completely forget shame and self-esteem, teach him how to use his body to get what he wants, teach him to fawn obscenely.

I don't know when, Harry also learned that trick, learning to exchange the least price for the most valuable result.So he turned around, put his arm around the young man who was much taller than him, suppressed the * that was strangling his neck, and quickly and stupidly pressed the lips of the devil, so fast that the devil had no time to see clearly what was in those eyes. of gray.

It's just the first battle, and it's worth the fresh lives of comrades-in-arms, why is it not worth it?

Anyway, they are already bitches, what kind of archway are they trying to set up?Harry opened his mouth, laughing silently, letting the tongue invade his mouth.

The tongue was probably the only soft spot on Voldemort's body.

Why did Voldemort hate Harry's attitude of protecting everyone?Not so much disgust as revenge.

When he needed Harry the most, he resolutely left without even looking back, leaving him in despair and collapse.And those who are neither serious nor important, how can they get Harry's favor and protection?How can something that he can't even dream of be presented for others so easily?

It's not so much revenge as jealousy.

Anyway, he did everything he should and should not do. He was already doomed not to be forgiven by Harry, and Harry was also doomed not to be able to reciprocate the kind of affection he hoped for. , He also abandoned that ridiculous expectation and indulged himself in chasing the supreme desire.

Tom was keen to sleep in that big black bed that belonged to Voldemort.

He didn't like lighting at all, so he had to turn on all the lights in the room to illuminate the huge room so clearly that he could even catch the trembling of Harry's eyelashes.

Under such light, the body trapped in the quilt can be seen at a glance, and the bruises and scars on the skin are also clearly visible, which is shocking.

Tom was keen to admire his masterpiece.The bruises and purple marks prove that he has been completely possessed, from the inside to the outside, he is the only one who marks him.

Harry must have been in pain, terribly painful.As long as he hurts, he can think of him as the instigator. In a sense, he is also remembered in his heart, isn't he?

Harry must have been in pain, when he'd never yelled that it hurt.Even when he was at his most miserable and miserable, he never begged for mercy once.The subconscious is unwilling to expose his fragility in front of him, and this cognition makes Tom at a loss.So he intensified his brutality, asking for it in a pathetic and ridiculous way.The always wise Demon King was terribly stupid at this time, falling into an endless loop and gradually going crazy.

Take off the cumbersome clothes, without any foreplay, go straight in.

The tight and hot tunnel made those scarlet eyes darken suddenly, and the pupils were narrow and long like snake eyes.His eyes fixed on the body below him that began to struggle due to discomfort, like the steel nails on Jesus' wrist, imprisoning him and not allowing him to escape.

The glare and clear light from the ceiling came down, and was swallowed by those dark red eyes through the weak reflection of the skin, so the eyes showed the slightest expression change of the person below him.Harry's lips had been bitten off for a long time, and the pain and despair shown in his facial features made the handsome young man's breathing stagnant. The deepest corner of his heart began to contract sharply, but before the most real pain spread, it surged up from his lower body The pleasure of revenge and the malice of successful revenge came to the mind, allowing the devil to invade casually, with abnormal heart spasms, to obtain the most real pleasure.

He was the only one in Harry's body, and he was the only one who entered and exited the tunnel behind him wantonly, and the shape there only fit his lower body.The ferocious and terrifying lower body completely entered, and it fit perfectly with the delicate intestinal wall, and the cramped intestinal tract due to pain made Tom almost crazy.

Harry's breathing was trembling with pain, and the knuckles of his fingers gripping the bed sheet were blue and white, as if they would snap if he tried harder.He was like a fish thrown ashore, struggling to breathe, or like a snail stimulated by salt, curling up madly.

But the people lying on him would not show pity, Tom withdrew slowly, feeling the pleasure brought by the friction, making the hole expand to the extreme again.

The young man's breasts are thick and slightly curved, and the coronal sulcus is filled with scarce intestinal juice, giving off a green luster under the light.Tom forced Harry, who was about to curl up, to stretch out, put his hands on Harry's arched shoulders, and pressed his forehead against Harry's chin, exposing his most vulnerable Adam's Apple.Tom leaned forward and gnawed on Harry's protruding and fragile collarbone. His waist sank, and his penis, which was against the mouth of the cave, suddenly penetrated, and the curved crown grazed one side of the intestinal wall, causing Harry to convulse again.

Without lubrication, the sharp pain made Harry almost faint, and his consciousness gradually drifted away, and the rejection of pain overflowed his entire brain.

It hurts.

He wanted to speak like this.But if he spoke, he would definitely cry.He has abandoned shame, so how about allowing him to have a little bit of dignity?He bit his lower lip tightly, letting all the sobs evaporate in his throat.

"Cry out." The red-eyed young man leaned forward and leaned close to his ear, sucking his earballs, breathing with the highest temperature, and once again put on that seductive expression, with a sea monster voice, but the lower body did not move in and out tenderly, "Say you are in pain, and I will make you more comfortable."

Harry opened his eyes, and the glare of the light shone directly into the pupils, causing pain in the optic nerve.Under the light, the expression of the child brought up by him was very clear, the dirty eyes in those eyes were fully exposed, and the unspeakable bitterness choked from his throat to his whole body.

"Since you have opened your eyes, then get up and have a look." Tom smiled cruelly. The Demon King who had sworn to reject the benevolence finally decided to completely tear Harry's pride of being a savior and a hero. With that posture, He picked Harry up.Harry was very thin, so thin that when he hugged him, his bones were close to each other. Tom put his hand on Harry's protruding ribs, stroking it fascinatedly, while the other hand reached down to touch the part where the two met. Distressed and brutally destroyed, "Look down, how wonderful is the place below you..."

The black pubic hair was attached to the most vulnerable part, and was glued together by the slightly viscous intestinal fluid, making it a mess, absolutely terrifying.The purple-black hair is completely submerged,

The pitiful and red intestines turned outwards, shaking and sucking, obscene and erosive, impacting the line of sight, causing the barely supported self-esteem to collapse.

"That's right, it's so wonderful..." The Demon King moved greatly, hugging Harry's upper body, enjoying the sacrifice of light.

The light was dazzling, and it shot straight into Harry's pupils. The pain from the eyeballs to the back of the head was unbearable. The body mechanism responded automatically. The lacrimal glands were stimulated and began to secrete tears.He didn't want to cry, but the light was too bright.

Tears snaked from the corners of the eyes to the chin, swayed with Tom's movements, and fell to the sheets, leaving a round spot.

Obviously he has been coaxing him to cry by his ear, but at this moment, he sucks the teardrops from his chin, and he doesn't know if he is sincere or hypocritical and says: "Don't cry..." The warm lips pressed against his cheek, unexpectedly make him feel tender...

Tom put Harry down on the bed again, set up the young man's slender and pale legs, pursed his lips, and advanced again, the coronal body suddenly grazed the most sensitive part of the valley, causing the hole to shrink suddenly.

"It's comfortable..." Tom grinds on that point, suppresses his breath, and keeps kissing, waiting for him to relax before pushing in hard again.

Maybe because I got used to this kind of penetration, the pain gradually dissipated, replaced by extreme joy.The deeper the pain, the crazier the joy that strikes.

Tom liked this position best, the slender legs tucked between his arms, exposing the most vulnerable parts for him to attack.The whole person can only bump up and down with his movements, and the whole person is in his hands.

Tom was crazy, he pressed him, from the bed to the floor, from the dressing table to the bathroom, from the bathtub to the mirror, every trace of the air in the room was filled with that rotten smell, every corner All with the most unbearable memories.He was like a copulating beast in rut, pouring as much semen as he could into Harry, over and over again, trying to make his seeds grow and develop in the body beneath him...

(If you have a child below, those who are thundering should be careful!)

Until 5 months later, Harry pressed his hand on his protruding stomach, his eyes were tearing open, and the doctor's diagnosis made him almost crazy.He grabbed the young man's skirt fiercely, forgetting even the fear of Tom: "What have you done to me!"

"Hehe," the Demon King put his hands in front of his eyes, and laughed uncontrollably, it's too wonderful to say, "You, and my blood, merge together, how about it, I've planned it for a long time..."

"Don't you like children the most?"

"Me and your child, isn't it wonderful?"

No, it's not good at all, he's a man, he can't conceive, he's Harry Potter, and it's even more impossible to give birth to the blood of someone he even dreamed of killing!

70 years ago, he hoped for the birth of every child except the baby boy named Tom Riddle. 70 years later, he still hoped for the birth of every child, but he only cursed the existence of that life in his body.

The gestation of life, if it is not for the deep love between the two, even if it is born, it will only bear loneliness and pain, and be at a loss for love and hope. Such a life that is reluctant and regarded as a means is better than never existing!

"Get rid of him!" Harry's face was pale, his fingers pressing on his belly turned white, his little finger kept trembling, but his firm tone made the devil's eyes darken.

Tom stretched out his fingers and grabbed Harry's chin fiercely, his eyes were bloodshot: "You are just a prisoner, you have no right to resist my request."

April 2004

A new life is born as expected, no one expects, no one cheers, no one throws a big party for it, no one applauds and celebrates it.The new life represents gray, neither black nor white, excluded by both, and exists alone.

His father just picked him up, sneered, and handed him over to the Death Eaters standing behind him, walked into the bloody house, fixed his eyes on the pale and sleepy man like a child asking for a hug, and willfully climbed up On the big bed that smelled of blood, he pulled the man's weak arm around his waist, deceiving himself to enjoy the moment of happiness and satisfaction that he despises the most.

His other father just fell asleep, frowning tightly, as if he wanted to lock all the unhappiness and pain out of his mind, and ignored the troubled child.

He grew up like this, with the words of the savior's father