Blood of an Enemy

"Harry…"

"Don't say his full name."

Voldemort said cautiously, "We have to be careful, perhaps his name is cursed too."

"Okay."

Dany followed his lead, looking at the surveillance screen and asking, "How did he defeat you back then?"

"Defeat? No, that was killing."

Voldemort shook his head and said, "But it wasn't his doing, it was his mother, Lily Potter."

"She used her life and love to cast an ancient magic, a magic that still protects her child to this day."

Dany looked at Harry Potter on the screen in surprise, guessing, "Is there a protection spell based on bloodline?"

"Yes."

Voldemort looked at Dany with some surprise. He hadn't expected this Vampire Wizard to be so intelligent, to have deduced the answer from his mere words.

"A long life always brings me something," Dany replied with a smile.

Voldemort nodded thoughtfully, saying nothing more, just casting an expectant gaze at the television screen.

On the screen, Pochis was communicating with Harry, seemingly happily. Harry's eyes, however, kept darting towards the barbecue – he looked ravenous.

"Eat this fatty, it will satisfy both your taste buds and your body's needs."

Pochis picked up a piece of greasy roasted meat and placed it on Harry's plate.

"I'm not letting him eat it," Dudley shouted, getting up.

"I… I'm not letting him eat it either," Piers said, after being choked by a piece of red sausage.

Potter's emerald green eyes darted around – he wanted to grab the meat and run, but the situation wasn't favorable. So, he cast a pleading look towards Pochis.

The Dursleys, and Pochis's wife, were all looking at him, awaiting his decision.

"My boss once taught me to learn to share."

He first smiled reassuringly at Harry, then looked at the two children, "What you gain, you must share; what you learn, you must teach."

"Only then will everyone feel they can rely on you, and when you need it, you can also rely on everyone."

The two children were a bit confused, but Mr. Dursley understood Pochis's meaning – he was going to let Harry Potter eat the meat.

"Is that what you said?" Danylis asked from in front of the television.

"Yes," Voldemort nodded, admitting it.

"Is this your reflection after failing to rule the British wizarding world last time?"

"One of my reflections."

Voldemort nodded, looking sincerely at Danylis, "I don't blame you. When I was in power, I didn't provide you with preferential resources, so…"

Danylis nodded, saying nothing. Only after Voldemort turned his head did a look of reverence flash in her eyes – when the most powerful dark wizard learns to reflect, can anyone defeat him a second time?

Dumbledore?

He's too old.

Danylis pondered, slowly reaching out, wanting to take Voldemort's arm, but Voldemort instantly turned his head to stop her.

"This isn't my body yet, wait a little longer…"

After a brief silence, Voldemort added, "Sorry, when it comes to loyalty, I care a lot."

"I care a lot too, otherwise I wouldn't have waited for you for hundreds of years."

Danylis's beautiful eyes were filled with love. Voldemort felt his heart race, forcing him to shift his gaze back to the television.

"I have made thorough preparations, I will be resurrected… So, let's talk about this after I'm resurrected."

He murmured softly, speaking to Danylis, which made her lips curl into a happy smile.

They returned to silence, only the voices from the television continued.

Pochis was very eloquent. It was clear that in his words, he was imitating Voldemort's demeanor – confident, calm, and unhurried.

"You should have another piece, Harry, you're still growing."

He called Harry over and whistled, summoning Jeffney as well, "Eat more meat, you can grow as tall as Dudley, and Piers too… cough cough…"

He trailed off, as if choked by the smoke from the barbecue. He coughed twice, and Jeffney, who was gnawing on a sausage at Harry's feet, seemed to receive an order…

She suddenly abandoned the sausage and bit down on Harry's ankle without hesitation.

Everything happened too fast. Harry was swallowing his saliva, holding his plate, his eyes full of anticipation for the roasted meat.

Then…

"Ah."

He cried out in pain, dropping his plate, but he didn't fall – Jeffney hadn't bitten hard.

"Harry, are you alright?"

Pochis asked with concern. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley also walked over, while only the two children cheered and clapped.

"It bit me... but it didn't hurt, I was just startled."

He said, lifting his trouser leg. Two scratches could be seen on his ankle, with bloodstains but no visible blood.

"It's nothing, but you're such a troublemaker," his aunt said discontentedly.

"Don't say that about the child."

Pochis shook his head. "We need to go to the hospital to check. This dog was just bought, and it's uncertain if it's had its rabies vaccine."

"No need, absolutely no need for that."

Mr. Dursley refused. "It's just a bloodstain, he must have scared Jeffney."

"Vernon, you can't make me feel guilty. It's just a few shots for prevention, it's not a bother,"

Pochis said, already taking his car keys from his pocket. "Vernon, let's just the two of us go. We'll be back soon. There's a hospital nearby, I know it."

Without allowing Mr. Dursley to refuse, he had already pulled Harry out of the yard.

Seeing this, Mr. Dursley found it difficult to refuse. He could only complain to his wife and Mrs. Pochis, "Harry is a troublemaker," before following them out.

The three quickly got into the car. Pochis started the Rolls-Royce and drove out of Magnolia Crescent.

"Is this your method?" Danylis asked. "Bring Harry here, take his blood, and then destroy him?"

"No, Dany."

Voldemort said with a wry smile. "Don't just think about killing. That's the last resort."

"Then what do you want to do?" Danylis asked, confused.

"I just need his blood. As for him... he's still useful, let's keep him for now," Voldemort said softly.

Danylis pouted, clearly not agreeing with him. Vampires never let their enemies live. She remembered the night she knew his location.

Voldemort shrugged, showing no intention of changing her mind.

After waiting quietly for a while, one of the many televisions in front of them finally showed the Cadillac.

Pochis got out of the car first, then Harry, and finally the obese Mr. Dursley – his stout body made it inconvenient for him to move.

"I'll take him through the process, you just wait here for me,"

Pochis said considerately. Mr. Dursley obviously didn't want Pochis to see his awkwardness, so he waved them away, letting Pochis and Harry leave first.

The two then entered the hospital, and also entered another television screen.

"Drawing blood at a hospital in the Muggle world?" Danylis asked Voldemort.

"Yes, he was bitten by a dog, so a check-up is necessary."

While they were talking, Harry had already arrived at the blood drawing station. He rolled up his sleeve and reached his arm through the window.

"The blood will be drawn here, and then the blood bags will be sent over in this sequence."

Voldemort pointed at the television and described the route. "Keep an eye on it for me, I need to make sure the blood bags aren't switched."

"Would someone do that?" Danylis asked, though her gaze followed Voldemort's instructions, staring intently at the screen.

"Not that I know of, but I must be cautious. This is related to my resurrection."

Voldemort stared at the video feed, saying seriously.

Hearing his words, Danylis watched even more intently.