[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry let Tom dry himself on the clean sheet and slowly close his eyes.He just wants to sleep now and doesn't want to think about anything.

"Sorry, Harry."

Tom was still apologizing to him in a low voice, and reached out to touch the wet hair on his forehead, but the green-eyed man subconsciously avoided his touch, and the white and slender hand froze. The three-centimeter area of ​​the lightning-shaped scar.

"Let me rest," Harry said wearily, with a trembling ending that seemed to be pleading.

Tom withdrew his hand stiffly, clenched into a fist.

"I'll see you again tomorrow morning." Tom whispered, his tone full of guilt.The green-eyed man didn't respond as expected, the black-eyed boy slowly stood up, hesitated for a moment, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"forgive me."

Harry closed his eyes tightly, neither resisting nor responding.Tom tucked him in and left the room.

Tears flowed silently from her closed eyes.Harry buried his face in the pillow and wept silently.

Tom hadn't been able to fall asleep.All kinds of pictures appeared in his mind in a chaotic manner, without reason and logic, and had nothing to do with rationality.The young man with dark eyes stared at the ceiling in the darkness, listening to two different voices accusing each other in his ears.

You know that doing so will only push him further away; he has promised you to live with him; he lost his best friend; he just looked at you less and said less ;...

Enough is enough, really enough.Tom wiped his face and sat up, squinting at the dim streetlights outside the window.

If you can't sleep, don't sleep.Tom thought for a while, and quietly knocked on the door of Harry's room.

The person on the bed didn't notice his approach, and Tom stared down at his sleeping face, then turned away after a few seconds.It was useless, the already chaotic mood was disturbed even more by that sleeping face, Tom sighed helplessly, brushed the broken hair from Harry's forehead, and then frowned slightly.

No, Harry's hair was wet and warm to the touch.Tom hurriedly touched his forehead, and was stunned for a moment.The heat coming from the palm was so alarmingly high that Tom jumped up.Harry had a fever, and he didn't notice it.

"Harry, Harry!" Tom turned on the light and called his name eagerly, "Harry, do you recognize me?"

Harry gave him a dazed look, his cheeks flushed uncharacteristically.

"Tom?"

"It's me!" Tom answered quickly, startling himself.

"No, you're not." Harry looked away, searched the room, and struggled to sit up. "He's gone, I forgot where he left him." Harry held out his hand to him, and Tom shook it subconsciously. Hold that hand, but was thrown away by Harry, "Did you see him? A kid about his height? Black hair and black eyes, I can't lose him..."

"He didn't lose it. He fell asleep." Tom held the hand tightly, his chest tightened. "It's dark now, and he fell asleep."

"He has a problem with wandering around in the middle of the night." Harry said vaguely after looking at him for a few seconds. "I've spotted him many times. He also likes to wander in the Forbidden Forest. Merlin, the forest is more dangerous than the castle." Much. He also picked up a snake from there..."

Something had to be done, Tom forced himself to be composed.He'd never been in a situation like this before, yet Harry held on to his hand, which, despite the lack of strength, was surprisingly hot.

"...that snake bit Mr Weasley," said Harry in a daze, Tom could barely hear him, "I think I bit him. I'm the snake, I can see, He's in my head. This feeling really sucks, he sees everything with my eyes... I feel like I want to bite Dumbledore, but he's dead... He says my wand is the same as his The wand is the brother, that's why I survived..." Harry murmured, completely immersed in his chaotic thoughts, unable to see the person in front of him.

Tom eagerly got his wand to conjure ice cubes out of the air to cool him down, trying to remember how to make the fever-reducing potion.There was no fever-reducing potion in the potion Tom carried with him, but he quickly recalled the prescription for the fever-reducing potion.He turned a vase into a cauldron, then raised his wand to summon the required ingredients.This simple potion didn't take Tom too much time, but he felt that those short 15 minutes seemed like a century.

Tom picked Harry up against his shoulder, and brought the freshly cooled potion to his lips.

"What is this?" The green-eyed man wrinkled his nose because of the smell of the potion, and turned his head away in disgust, "I don't want to drink it!"

"You have to drink it." Tom said softly, bringing the cup to his lips, still feeling his surprisingly high body temperature through the fabric.

Harry turned away from the potion in disgust, almost knocking the glass over in Tom's hand.

"You have a fever, you must drink this." Tom carefully brought the cup to his lips again, coaxing the man in his arms somewhat stiffly.

"Is it bitter?" Harry asked like a child, his green eyes clouded with a thin mist.

"Not at all." Tom lied softly, "Don't be afraid."

Without waiting for Harry's objection, Tom poured the whole medicine into his mouth.Harry struggled and coughed from drinking so hard that he finally knocked the glass out of Tom's hand.The black-eyed boy frowned, but he was not angry, and just hugged him tightly.The person in his arms was still talking, but he couldn't hear clearly.The potion soon took effect, Harry's voice gradually dropped, and the scalding temperature gradually decreased bit by bit.Tom carefully fed him a glass of water, and Harry finally calmed down completely, falling asleep against his chest.

Tom breathed a sigh of relief, and after a moment of calm, he changed his sweat-soaked clothes, then sat exhausted on the edge of the bed and watched his breathing gradually become steady.

Tom had also heard Harry's ravings before, and this was the only way he knew about Harry's past, but now he didn't have the slightest intention to analyze the meaning of those words.Harry's haunting nightmares were definitely a curse, but he had never had a fever before.The physique of a wizard is very different from that of a Muggle. Fortunately, he still remembered the prescription for cooling down, otherwise... Tom forced himself not to think about what would happen. He couldn't bear the idea that Harry would die because of it.

The green-eyed man was already asleep, quiet and steady, making it hard to imagine how he was when he was unconscious a few minutes ago.But Tom didn't dare to leave, and his peaceful sleeping face was most likely a precursor to a nightmare, leaving Harry alone in the room really made him uneasy.He carefully brushed away the sweat-soaked black hair on Harry's forehead, and found the familiar lightning-shaped scar.

Tom stretched out his fingers to the scar, but he didn't dare to touch it, and finally took his hand back reluctantly.As far as Harry was concerned, he had lost the right to touch him, and the anger and desire he had suppressed for a long time made him do something irreparable to him.Tom couldn't be sure what Harry would say when he woke up, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about what happened when Harry opened his eyes, and all the inferences and predictions pointed to the same conclusion.

Harry would leave himself.

Tom bent slowly and held his forehead. He couldn't let this happen.He didn't give up his ideals for the time being to watch the peak duel that ended the war between wizards and Muggles. He came here only to get this person by his side.Regardless of Harry's wishes, his body would not allow it to watch him go.He knew that Harry's health was not as good as it used to be, maybe it was the nightmares that were getting more and more frequent, or the curse that was slowly eroding his life, and these things would suddenly kill him one day.It is impossible for Harry to just give up looking for a solution to the curse, and he can no longer use magic as before, which is no different from courting death.

What's more, because of this reason, it is an extremely humiliating thing for Tom to be a stranger to Harry and even be regarded as an enemy by him.

Tom raised his head, remembering Harry's empty eyes, his heart twitched suddenly, as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar for an instant.No, he's not that fragile, and he won't be devastated because of it, but that look made him panic like never before.Completely inorganic, empty, eyes that seem to have lost something.Tom had never seen anyone look at him like that before, a look of complete strangers, and he could not understand it, he could not accept it.

"I just..." Tom looked at the disheveled head, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry." The young man with dark eyes finally lowered his eyes and murmured an apology in a whisper.

Harry blinked feebly.Tired, from body to mind, all the strength has been sucked out, and it takes great perseverance to raise the eyelids.The mattress under him was so soft that he couldn't bear to move it.The curtains did a good job of blocking out the sun, and the room was so dark that Harry couldn't tell whether it was morning or evening.He struggled to prop up his body, and immediately there was a dull pain in his lower body that could not be underestimated.Harry froze for a moment, and the scenes that happened before going to bed immediately surrounded him like a tide, humiliation, anger, and heavy sorrow... The strength in his arm suddenly disappeared completely, and Harry fell back heavily on the pillow, in the dark The room made him feel suffocated, and the regularly beating heart in the chest seemed to be something forced into his body by someone else, tearing his nerves that were already fragile to the limit one after another.

Someone opened the door and came in, and they knew who that slender figure belonged to without looking.

"Are you awake?" the owner of the shadow said softly, with just the right amount of caution, "It's almost night, you've slept all day, eat something."

He put the dinner plate on the bedside table, and the green-eyed man turned his face away the moment he approached.The person beside the bed paused for a moment, then turned and left, and opened the curtains a few seconds later.The orange light that had begun to dim immediately illuminated the entire room.

"Where are my glasses?" Harry frowned at the harsh light, his voice hoarse and dry.

Tom walked up to him with glasses and took his hand, but he avoided it.

"Put it there." Harry pointed to the edge of the bed, and Tom followed suit.

His vision finally became clear, Harry gritted his teeth and sat up reluctantly, then rubbed the space between his brows.

"Harry, I-"

"Get out." Harry interrupted him coldly.

Tom froze, pursing his lips, but complied after only a few seconds.When he was about to go out, he looked back at the person on the bed. Harry was looking out the window at the sky that seemed to have been burned by fire, his face was calm, showing no emotion or anger.

Tom closed the door softly.His chest was congested badly, from the time he entered the room to the time he left, that person never looked at him.

About an hour later, Harry walked out of the room slowly, holding the empty dinner plate in his hand.Tom immediately put down his fork and stood up to take the plate in his hand, but Harry sidled away from his touch.Tom froze involuntarily, watching as Harry put the dishes on the table, changed in the other bedroom, put away his wand, and headed out the door.

"Where are you going?" Tom hurried after him and asked.

Harry ignored it.Tom hurriedly grabbed his wand from the table and followed.

where is harry goingIs he leaving?Tom thought anxiously, even if Harry had his own tracking spells on him, if he didn't want to see him again, no matter how many strange black magic he used, the green-eyed guy could still break them.

Tom followed Harry unhurriedly at a distance of three steps, tightly clutching the wand in his pocket to prevent Harry from apparating suddenly, but Harry only walked around this small town once. lap, doing nothing, as if he was just taking a leisurely walk.

A deep black color began to appear on the horizon, Harry looked at the sky, let out a long breath, and started to turn around and walk back.

Did I guess wrong?Tom looked at the back figure that was so familiar that it could be engraved into his soul, and felt very surprised.He envisioned many situations, but none of them looked like this.

Harry stopped in a small square about 200 meters away from the hotel, took out a pipe from his pocket and filled it with shredded tobacco, lit it with a match, and took a deep breath.

Tom hesitated, and stood beside him.

"Harry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The young man with dark eyes apologized in a low voice.

"I heard." The man with green eyes said calmly.Tom watched him, waiting for a few more words to come from those thin lips, but he didn't hear a word until Harry had finished smoking his pipe.