A Life Out of Place

I like this ending The price paid by the Dark Lord is far from being able to offset the crimes he committed. It is already very advantageous to him. If he really wants to kill me, I will vomit to death.

The rescue is so miserable, but it seems to be the most reasonable ending for VH after v has done so many things.

Very cruel, but very relieved. I feel that this is the most reasonable ending for them.

"Love may be a little more than hate, but it can't offset even a little bit of hatred." I like this episode so much. This may be the best ending for the two of them...

If possible, they would prefer to sleep in their dreams as children forever

I almost finished watching it and thought the final ending was a sweet and greasy candy between Snake and Lion. But the last picture just stabbed me.

Harry and Tom, Harry couldn't let go of his hatred and couldn't deny his love, and Tom's lifespan was also over. Such a knife... High quality!

I think this ending is pretty good and more reasonable. After all, because of Voldemort, Harry lost his parents who loved him deeply and his godfather who loved him. He had to grow up in a home with aunts and uncles who hated him and abused him. He had to bear tremendous pressure. Not only did he live as a monster in the Dursley family for eleven years (and he had to go back every summer), he was also a "" in the wizarding world Monster", because he is the "Boy-Who-Lived", he "defeated" the "mysterious man", and cannot live a smooth life at Hogwarts every year. There will always be one thing or another that disrupts his life. Although there are teachers who take care of him, and friends who are more affectionate than gold, wouldn't he be without Voldemort? Moreover, I have been being calculated and arranged all the time. No matter what the reason for this calculation or arrangement is, personally speaking, it doesn't feel very good. Of course, Harry and Tom's situations are somewhat similar, especially when they were young. It's normal for two people to be attracted to each other if they didn't encounter those messy things. But similarly, Harry like this was created because of Voldemort. If there was no Voldemort, then Harry would probably be about the same as Ron, or even better, somewhere between Ron and Draco. So I think this ending is normal. It's not that Harry doesn't love Tom, he just can't help but hate him. His hatred prevented him from being with Tom, and his love prevented him from hurting him, so he had no choice but to leave.

Like the title, I personally think it's quite sadistic – of course I don't rule out the possibility that my sadism point is very low… Furthermore, this theater does not accept bricks. Anti-VH parties please avoid it~ Finally, all consequences are borne by the author, and I am not responsible for it (who asked you to BE, won't it be fine if you HE~) The following text Opening his eyes in confusion, Harry looked around and found himself lying in a fog. The surrounding environment is all hidden behind this thick fog, making it vaguely unclear. Am I... Dead? Harry remembered that he just went to a certain cemetery to place a bouquet of flowers - just like he had done every time for years, and when he left, his vision suddenly went dark. He didn't know what happened, but he had such an idea in his mind for a moment. Very strange. Harry hung his head. But what does it matter... It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like only a short while has passed. Time has become extremely ambiguous in this misty space. Harry finally felt like he should stand up and look around. Just as he was thinking this, the fog that had been spreading suddenly gradually dissipated, revealing the hidden emptiness. This is a small office. The fine mahogany desk is clean and tidy. On the left are stacks of parchment neatly stacked. Fresh ink stains can be vaguely seen on them. In addition, there are two doors and a window on the wall. Harry stared blankly at the scene in front of him, as if all his strength had been drained away. The all-too-familiar environment made him subconsciously turn his head and look at the small lattice window on a certain door. Behind the door was the office of the Assistant Minister of Magic, where he had stayed for six full years. "Harry?!" A soft exclamation sounded in the silence, and with the sound of inhalation, Harry turned around suddenly, and someone's panicked look appeared in his green pupils. "Why are you here?" He strode over and reached out to help Harry's thin shoulders, but he put it down as if he had woken up halfway. Harry lowered his eyes and said nothing, but clenched his hands unconsciously. There was an awkward silence. Voldemort was still the same as before. The wizard's robe, which seemed to be large and bloated, was worn by him like a Muggle suit, and the temperament of a born superior was clearly revealed. Harry clenched his fists tightly, refusing to admit that he had missed him for so many years and almost couldn't help but shed tears when he saw this man. "This is the transit station leading to the world of the dead." Finally, the older one broke the silence, using the business tone they were all very familiar with, "The souls of people after death will come here, waiting for the daily train to take them to unknown places. But according to your situation, you probably just entered here by mistake. Wait a moment, and I will take you back." "You... Send me back?" After receiving the unexpected information, Harry looked up at the man in front of him in confusion. "Over the years, there have occasionally been souls who accidentally entered here for various reasons. I sent them back. They are already very skilled, so don't worry." Voldemort thought he was questioning his own level. Harry nodded in confusion, suddenly remembered something, and looked directly into his eyes: "What about you? You should have been dead for a long time, why..." Why are you here? Why didn't you go to that world? Voldemort was startled for a moment, and his expression became soft and sad. After a while, he said, his voice as calm as water: "I'm waiting for you." The tears finally fell. Voldemort raised his head and looked past the silently crying man in an unknown direction, fearing that if he looked at the young man in front of him again, he would not be able to help but step forward and hug him into his arms: "After that... After that, I always thought that I must apologize to you next time I see you - even if I know you won't accept it. But for some reason, I couldn't say anything anymore when I saw you, and I kept putting it off until the day I died. My biggest regret is that I didn't stand in front of you and say I'm sorry to you." "Although it's decades earlier than expected..." He took a deep breath and turned his gaze again to the gently trembling figure in front of him. "I'm sorry, Harry." He cried out. Unable to bear it anymore, he stepped forward and pulled the other person's trembling body into his arms, lowered his head and blocked the sobbing sound. There is a salty and astringent taste that slowly spreads in the mouth, condensing into a pain that cannot be healed. Harry put his arm around his waist. At this moment, in this deserted and empty space, they finally no longer had any scruples. Once started, no one wants to stop. His back touched the cold mahogany table, and Harry closed his eyes in despair, so that he did not see that the parchment that was swept to the ground was full of one name. This name has been repeated countless times by another person in the past few years. Harry Potter… *******So we need to be harmonious****** "I will never forgive you." Harry breathed and said as calmly as possible, his hoarse voice adding a sadness. "You don't have to forgive me." Voldemort held the wand to treat him, and the gentle white light gradually expanded and covered the young man's body. The wounds all over the place became lighter and disappeared in this halo. However, who can heal the pain in your heart? The scene of the man who was always a boy in his eyes kept echoing in his mind while crying loudly and shouting, "Why do you do so many bad things?! Why... I can't even find an excuse to forgive you!" Voldemort put his hand on his sweaty forehead. If there had never been a person named Voldemort in his life... His hands trembled involuntarily. Just thinking about something like this will make you so heartbroken that you will even forget to breathe. It is obviously when the other party is least defensive, and it is clear that as long as you recite the spell silently, you can completely modify his memory and bear all the pain and sorrow alone... What a seductive idea. For myself who loves him deeply. Yes, how wonderful, let him forget himself completely and never be sad again. Finally, Voldemort sighed and withdrew his hand. "After you go back, go to Hogwarts." He arranged the boy's clothes and gently picked him up and walked him to a place. There were obvious signs of spatial twisting in front of him. "You must like it there very much. Go back and become a professor, then get married and have children." Looking at the wide-open green cat eyes, he added: "Even if it's just to care about your friends." Harry turned his head and looked steadily at the entrance to the original world. He wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words several times. As if reading his mind, Voldemort said calmly: "I will wait for you." "I'll be here waiting for your next visit." "It's actually very difficult to be alone." "I have made you lonely for more than 20 years. Since it is useless to compensate you, at least I don't want you to be lonely anymore." "Goodbye, then, Harry." The next moment, Harry was sent into the gate of time and space. Watching the gap twist and disappear, Voldemort returned to the office. In the room that was exactly the same as when he was alive, there was still the clear breath of a certain boy. He took a greedy breath, picked up a piece of parchment from the floor, took the pen on the shelf next to him and wrote the name "Harry Potter" again, just like what he did every day. Perhaps, when all the parchments in the cabinet that occupies the entire wall are filled, the boy will come back. On the other side, Harry lay quietly in the empty space with his eyes closed. Tears could no longer be shed. In the completely silent environment, one could hear the violent heartbeat, beating heavily one after another. The air around him trembled without warning, and almost immediately became violent. Harry noticed something unusual, and before he could express his fear, his consciousness was disconnected. After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up, feeling as if his whole body had been run over. He struggled to open his eyes and found himself lying in a small, dilapidated room that clearly did not belong to his own time and space. What shocked him was that he seemed to have returned to his 11-year-old figure. "Who are you? Why did you appear suddenly?" There was a slight sense of oppression in the childish voice. Harry tried to sit up, and what he saw was a little boy with black hair and black eyes, sitting on a creaky wooden bed looking at him. My mind went blank for a moment. "My name is Harry Potter." After a long time, he heard a voice say, so hoarse that the crows would die of hatred if they heard it. The boy opposite him blinked and looked him up and down, as if he was judging something. Finally, he said: "Hello Harry, my name is Tom. Tom Riddle. " End of text For the sake of harmony, the letters in the middle are not written, everyone understands~ So I don't know if this is considered BE or HE... Sigh... Speaking of which, the words "I'm waiting for you" from Hall V made me feel chest tight for a long time...

It's a very reasonable but unsatisfying ending... It's impossible for Harry to let go of such deep hatred, and it's impossible for him to be indifferent to his feelings. It's so confusing...