Voldemort did not break the embrace. He let Harry find an emotional attachment.
After some moments, Harry finally stopped crying and broke from the hug. He wiped away the tears from his cheek.
Then another emotion started forming. One of pure anger. His hate for Albus Dumbledore reached a peak.
"Dumbledore will pay for what he's done," Harry declared.
Seeing the rage in Harry's eyes, Voldemort knew he had succeeded. The rest was going to be extremely easy.
"Harry, you are the new pawn in Dumbledore's game since before you were even born. Just for his master plan of a Muggle world, he destroyed your family. But you alone can't defeat him. Even with that much hatred we have for him, you must admit that he has been able to accumulate a lot of power. Both in terms of magic and wizardry. There are many who blindly follow him, having already fallen to his manipulation."
Harry's hatred for Dumbledore intensified, a burning fire within him that threatened to consume reason and restraint. He loathed himself for being a pawn, for not seeing through Dumbledore's manipulations sooner, for being blind to the strings that had pulled him throughout his life.
If not for Voldemort's guidance, he would have already stormed Dumbledore's room, demanding answers.
Voldemort, observing Harry's turmoil, spoke with a certain understanding, "Harry, you're not alone in this. We share a common enemy in Dumbledore. Our paths have been entwined, shaped by his schemes. Alone, you are weak, Harry. But together, we can challenge Dumbledore's influence, break free from the roles he's set for us."
Harry, torn between anger and self-loathing, met Voldemort's gaze. The once-feared Dark Lord appeared different in that moment. An ally in their shared struggle against Dumbledore.
"You and I, Harry," Voldemort continued, "we have more in common than you might realize."
Voldemort waved his hand, and the two wands that were on the floor flew and came into his hand. "Our wands are what you call twins, Harry. Both are made from the same source of phoenix feather core. Both of us are orphans without any family. There is something that I just don't understand. You were supposed to be a Slytherin, but how did you end up as a Gryffindor?"
Then Harry realized it. The sorting hat did, in fact, put him first in the Slytherin house, but Harry, afraid at that time, asked the hat to put him in Gryffindor. Harry did not hesitate to share that with Voldemort.
Of course, the dark Lord was already aware of such a thing due to the memories he got when he was reborn.
Voldemort used that in a way to test Harry's trust in him, and by revealing the details of what happened with the sorting hat, Harry indicated that he was fully on Voldemort's side.
"See, I told you that the two of us are the same. And not to forget the most important similarity that is so unique that I can confirm that only the two of us have it at the current time." Voldemort, after speaking, thought it was better to show the skill instead of telling.
"wssess sscsssassnss sspsssesssasskss sstsssoss ssnsssasskssess" Voldemort's snake-like hiss echoed around. Harry, feeling the resonance of the Parseltongue, understood the meaning behind Voldemort's words.
"We can speak to snakes". That's what Voldemort meant.
With a measured confidence, Harry replied back in Parseltongue, "Yeess, wssess sscsssassnss sspsssesssasskss sstsssoss ssnsssasskssess." After saying that, both Harry and Voldemort had a smile on their face.
"You and I, Harry," Voldemort hissed, "are bound by more than blood. We are bound by the very fabric of magic itself. Together, we can crack the threads Dumbledore wove around us and forge a new path."
Then Voldemort began unveiling their mission, "You see, I wanted to make the world a pureblood one. However, the approach that I took was not the best one. I was killing half-blood, mudblood, and those purebloods that stood in my way. Ultimately, I was, in fact, reducing the strength of the whole wizarding world. Then, after being reborn, I got time to think again. The very beginning of wizards must have been pureblood, so what causes our blood to get mixed with those unworthy? The answer was the same for every one of our problems.
Muggles.
Dumbledore betraying Grindelwald, the Muggles casting me aside in the orphanage, and your parents being dead due to protecting the Muggles. Our blood is becoming dirty due to them. All the sources of our problem are them, Harry.
Those damn muggles.
I'm sure, Harry, that those muggles that you lived with must not have been kind to you."
Already aware of what had happened to Harry, Voldemort wanted the boy to live those miserable years once again in his mind.
His hatred for the muggles will begin with them. Harry had personally witnessed how his Muggle aunt, uncle, and cousin behaved with him.
"Yes, they... they were never kind to me." Harry felt a bitter taste rise in his throat.
The memories of his time with the Dursleys, the painful years of mistreatment and neglect, surged to the forefront of his mind. With a deep breath, he began recounting the harsh tale to Voldemort, laying bare the wounds that had shaped him.
"They were the worst. My aunt, Petunia, and uncle, Vernon, despised anything related to magic. They made sure to remind me every day that I was a burden, an unwanted monster in their perfectly ordinary lives. They locked me in a cupboard under the stairs like I was some kind of vermin. I slept on a so-called bed that was nothing more than a thin blanket on a cold, hard floor." Harry said.
"Oh my Harry. How unkind the Muggles treated you," Voldemort said, imitating the tone of pain. Voldemort thought internally that maybe, along with the new memories, he also got the talent of an actor.
"How cruel. They were still your families, yet they treated you much more than one does to an enemy."