Section I

On the edge of the cliff, Sauron sat quietly, the sea calm and peaceful, reflecting the sparkling light of the moon pouring down from the sky. A faint sea breeze swept across the sea and blew on the face, with a hint of coldness.

"You've got something on your mind." A soft voice said, and the girl sat down beside Sauron, "Do you want to talk to me?" ”

Sauron smiled slightly, and put his arms around the girl, letting her lean on his shoulder, her long silver hair shining dream-like in the moonlight.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Sauron said calmly, "I'm sorry to worry you. ”

The girl shook her head, "There are some things, it's better to say it than to carry it alone, at least, I want you to know, I'm willing to face it with you." ”

Sauron was stunned for a moment, then showed a faint smile, "Thank you." ”

In the quiet night, only the sound of waves washing the beach could be heard in the distance, and the two snuggled up to each other, feeling each other's body temperature.

"Actually, you should trust Harry." Fleur said softly, "You are brothers, and if you can do it, he can do it too." ”

"But he's not ready." Sauron sighed.

"You're wrong, dear." Fleur said softly, "Maybe you never realized that you only cared about your brother and never really trusted him, at least, so far, you never trusted him. ”

Sauron opened his mouth and smiled wryly, Fleur was right, and when he thought about it, he realized that he had not taken Harry's courage and ability seriously.

"yes, you're right." Sauron smacked his lips and said, "I am too persistent and powerful, I am fearless because of my own strength, but I ignore the courage and faith that comes from my heart, or rather, I don't want to believe." He looked at the girl and said with some self-deprecation, "Am I very arrogant and pathetic." ”

"Don't say stupid things." Fleur took his hand, "Although there are many things about you in the past that I don't know, I can understand your heart, from the first time we met - arrogant, cold, but always able to leave a trace of softness for love. She looked him in the eye and said softly, "You may seem dark and cold to outsiders, but I know that it is only because you carry too much for love." ”

Sauron and Fleur looked at each other without saying a word, and then, he took the girl into his arms and kissed her affectionately on the lips.

The silver moonlight is like a veil, and the two hug each other tightly, against the background of the starry sky and the sea, as if they are in a dream-like picture......

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Section II

At No. 17 Oak Road, in front of the dilapidated old house, a young man in a black suit appeared suddenly, but passers-by were unaware of this, he tidied up his clothes, and then calmly walked to the door of the old house and knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened, and Sauron stood in the doorway, looking at the well-dressed and formal Epikos, and said with a smile: "Entering the character so quickly, if I didn't know you, I would think that you are one of those Ministry of Magic officials who have been sitting in the office for years." ”

"It is exactly what I expected, Your Highness." "At least it makes me look more trustworthy." ”

The two walked into the living room, and the elf Bono put away Ibikos's coat and quickly set tea and milk in front of them.

"Go down, I'll call you if necessary." Sauron waved his hand, and Bono bowed and vanished.

"How are you doing at the Ministry of Magic?" Sauron leaned back on the sofa, holding a teacup, "A qiēshun lì?" ”

"Alright, the work of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is boring and tedious," Ibikos carefully mixed his tea, then took a sip of enjoyment, "Fortunately, the family has done a lot of work for me in the ministry beforehand, which has reduced most of my resistance. ”

Sauron raised an eyebrow, "It seems that there are still people who are hostile to you. ”

"Hostility is indescribable." "It's just a little discontent, at least so far, and it's habitual." ”

"Oh." A smile tugged at the corner of Sauron's mouth, "I'm curious. ”

"Some stubborn old guys who have prejudices about Slytherin." Ibikos shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "But I don't think that's the main reason, in fact, the reason why they are hostile to me is just out of the need to protect their own political interests." ”

"Let me guess." Sauron said calmly, "The Magical Discipline Committee, or the Aurors?" ”

"It's both, but there's someone else who has the most fierce attitude—" Ibikos took a sip of tea, "it's someone from the Department of International Magical Cooperation." ”

"Oh?" Sauron was interested, "Barty Crouch? ”

"That's right." Ibikos smacked his lips, "Strong, stubborn and ambitious, you know, he's always hostile to us. ”

"So, do I need to use some means?" Sauron narrowed his eyes and looked at Epikos.

"Oh, you don't have to do it, Your Highness." Ibikos said with some curtle, "Things haven't gotten to that point yet, but if the conflict between us continues to escalate, I'm afraid we'll need your help." Ibikos hesitated, "We have a lot to do with the Aurors, and Crouch and the Aurors have always had a close relationship. ”

Sauron nodded slightly, and Ibikos thought for a moment, "By the way, I have one more thing to do today, and the things you asked me to prepare have been completed." ”

Sending Ibikus away, Sauron returned to his study, sat down in a chair, and squeezed his eyebrows with his hands. A pair of cool hands touched his cheeks from behind him, gently rubbing his temples. With a faint smile on his face, Sauron took her hand and kissed her gently.

"I'm so glad to have you with me." Sauron said softly.

"Are you leaving?" Fleur asked softly.

"Hmm." Sauron closed his eyes and nodded slightly.

Fleur hesitated, "I'll go with you." ”

Sauron was stunned for a moment, "Okay. He stood up, turned and embraced the girl into his arms, "As long as you want." ”

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Section III

The Privet Lutheran family, Harry was bored, and the Muggle world had no color compared to the mysterious wizarding world. In Harry's cabin, he lay on a cramped, shabby bed, absentmindedly rummaging through a magic book - he had told the Dursleys that Sirius was his godfather, and that Black's identity as a murderer had scared them so much that Harry was much more comfortable now than he had been before.

After turning a few pages, Harry tossed the book aside, a little inexplicably irritable in his heart. To this day, there are many doubts about what happened on the night Sirius fled - who was the man who set up the barrier, who knocked Snape unconscious, and what happened when he lost consciousness when he cast the Patronus Charm - and when he asked Hermione afterwards, she looked a little scared, she said that he had summoned a powerful Patronus and fainted, but Harry knew very well that what she said was not the truth, at least not the whole truth.

Harry had a vague feeling that the whole thing was full of conspiracy, and the one who was controlling a qiē in the darkness was probably Sauron, and the thought of this made Harry feel even more confused. Peter Pettigrew escapes, and in that terrible prophecy he will return to Voldemort to help him rise again. Harry couldn't help but squint his eyes, what could he do, Voldemort had killed his parents, and the two brothers were undead enemies, some kind of inexplicable love had risen from the bottom of his heart, a certain longing, a certain desire for power and revenge, Harry had been through a lot in the past three years, and he had already had a glimmer of realization in his heart about this world - this world is cruel, whether he believed it or not - even for the realization of the noblest and brightest ideals, the power of darkness was indispensable. Harry couldn't help but think of Sauron, of what Sauron said when he was learning the Patronus Charm, "It is for the sake of protection that we learned to kill. ”

The phone rang downstairs, pulling Harry out of his chaotic thoughts, Harry rolled over and continued to read the book, Harry never cared about calling into Dursley's house, no Muggle would call him, and wizards used owls to deliver letters.

"Bang bang." Harry's door was rudely knocked on, accompanied by Uncle Vernon's annoyed grumblings. Reluctantly, Harry got out of bed and opened the door.

"That brother of yours called and said he would pick you up early tomorrow morning." Vernon said impatiently, his purple face darkening with excitement, "Hurry up and pack up your rags, and get out of here as soon as the time comes." With that, Vernon slammed the door shut and went downstairs, and there was a faint sound of complaining.

"Leave?" Harry felt slightly excited, not paying attention to Vernon's bad temper. He took his wand out of the drawer and held it tightly, feeling a power rising deep within him, a power that belonged to him.

In the dark, Harry had the feeling that he was staring at the wand in his hand and staring at Sauron in the night.

"The storm is coming." Sauron and Harry said in unison.