Who we are (without each other) (смешанная)

“Really?” Voldemort’s voice was quiet, but laced with amusement. “I’ve been inside your mind, privy to the most private of your thoughts, you are literally my soul, your blood thrums in my veins, and this is where you draw the line?”
Harry swallowed. “I have to draw it somewhere,” he said, his voice cracking. “And I’m not your soul.”
“You’re much more than just that, I admit,” Voldemort said, his tone no longer amused, “but you’re also that, Harry. Even you can’t deny that.”
 
Harry gets thrown back in time, and decides to do things a bit differently this time