[HP] Dearest Enemy

It was completely dark, and the street lamps seemed to be rusted to give off a dim light with difficulty.Harry knocked the ashes out of his pipe, then filled another.

Tom was thinking, he didn't know what to say, and the silence made him feel restless.Harry didn't chase him away, didn't get mad at him or do anything to him, just slowly smoked all the tobacco he had with him.The autumn night wind slid across my cheeks, making my heart feel chilly.From time to time Tom looked up at Harry, who had been smoking silently, and the latter didn't even look at him.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the street lights flickered a few times, and then tremblingly blacked out.

"Go back to England." Harry said in a deep voice, "Go back early tomorrow morning and tell Dumbledore that I'm going to stay here to find a way to break the curse, and I'll go back after I find it."

Tom felt pushed over the edge by Harry's words.

"You want to drive me away?"

"I don't want to see you again," Harry said flatly.

"Let me make it up to me!" exclaimed Tom, grasping his wrist excitedly.

"Make up?" Harry turned to look at him, shaking his head very slowly, "No, I don't need to."

He broke free from Tom's grasp, turned and walked in the direction of the hotel.

"No, come on!" Tom stood in front of him, holding his shoulders. "Don't send me away. Please, Harry, you promised me!"

Harry didn't speak, the deep darkness blocked Tom's sight, and he couldn't see clearly what kind of eyes were behind those round glasses.

The green-eyed man whispered a last word, and strode away.Tom froze in place, shaking all over, but couldn't move anyway.At last Tom bowed his head and clenched his fists tightly.

"What do you mean 'shouldn't have left you at that time'." Tears splashed onto the masonry ground, but the young man with dark eyes didn't wipe them off, "Then why don't you just kill me now? Killing is better than being discarded by you! Damn...Damn..."

The black-eyed boy vigorously wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, raised his head and chased after the almost disappearing figure.

"Harry, listen to me!" Tom pulled Harry to stop, and pulled his shoulders to face himself, "I love you, I want to be with you, I want to be your attention, I want to be your most important thing Man, the way I look at you. You may think I'm trying to quibble and make excuses for my inexcusable behavior. No, I just don't want you to leave me."

"You love me? Yes, you love me," said Harry dryly, "but you shouldn't expect more than you deserve."

"Why not? I don't ask for much!" Tom growled in a low voice. "You have always been the most important person to me. I just want our relationship to be closer."

"Is that why you treated me like that?" Harry looked up into those deep black eyes, then pulled Tom's hand off his shoulder, "I thought you... you go back, I want to be alone quiet."

"Go back together." Tom said resolutely, "It's late, it's not safe outside. I won't stand in your way." Looking at Harry's slightly raised brows, Tom gritted his teeth and added, "I'll stay in my room obediently." pretending not to exist in my room, just like when I was a kid."

The softest part of his heart was scratched, Harry hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the hotel in silence.

Tom shut himself in the room, as he said.Harry sat down on the sofa and let out a long, silent sigh.

This is actually a result that he could have foreseen a long time ago. His Tom has changed a lot, but some things in his nature still cannot be completely eliminated.Nobody knew him better than him, and he made a mistake.

Harry gave a dry laugh. Hadn't he made too few mistakes about Tom?When this little guy was first adopted, he was not much longer than a loaf of bread. Although Tom grew up a little bit, Harry couldn't like him no matter what.He thought he gave that kid enough to change the trajectory of his life, but he ignored the most important parts.He ignored Tom's feelings for him, and he forgot the child's once pure and clear eyes. It was he who personally turned those black gem-like eyes into a deep well, from which he could not see anything inside.

If you love someone, don't hurt him. In fact, you are not qualified to say such irresponsible words.

The green-eyed man took out his pipe from his pocket, and suddenly remembered that he had smoked all the tobacco he carried with him, so he put the empty pipe in his mouth and looked at the dark night sky outside the window.

hate him?Hate what he did to me, hate him for not understanding my sadness, hate him for adding another wound to my bleeding heart?I should hate him, but after the anger and humiliation ebbed, what was left was only more intense sorrow and pain, and the emotion of hatred had already turned into something else before he knew it.When he took possession of his body, Harry did think about why he didn't kill him in the first place, but the idea of ​​"killing Tom Riddle" is a completely different concept from "killing Voldemort".It was his responsibility to get rid of Voldemort, and Tom was a child raised by himself, how could he kill his own child?If Tom was gone, what would he rely on to continue living?

With less than three years to live, Harry lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.Dumbledore lied to him and Alex, but it wasn't his fault, only the cursed knew what harm the curse could do.Harry didn't tell anyone that even with the help of potions, the vitality that disappeared with the consumption of mana could not come back.He could feel life flowing down the wand into nothingness bit by bit, and the nightmares that occurred almost every night were just signs before the visitation of death.The rate of loss of vitality was much faster than Dumbledore predicted, and Harry didn't know when he would die, which made him shudder.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die like this.

The green-eyed man hugged his shoulders and curled up on the sofa, thinking about his life.Time and chance turned him into two completely different people from his boyhood self, just like his Tom.After coming to this time and space, he never thought about the meaning of his life until Alex died.He wanted to change Tom, and he did, and Tom fell in love with him; he wanted to go back to the past, but because of the curse, he couldn't keep him alive.This cannot but be said to be an excellent irony.If this is fate, then Harry is absolutely unwilling to bow to fate like this, so how much time does he have to fight against fate?

Harry let out a long breath, embraced his curled legs, and rested his chin on his knees.Tom wouldn't understand himself because he wasn't going to tell him all the details about himself and Voldemort.He is very smart, he will probably guess that he and his future are in a hostile relationship, but he will never know the fetters and links between himself and him, especially now that he still loves him, who will be in the future? My enemy is now the person I care about most.

Because I love him, no matter what, I can't hate him.

Harry suddenly looked up, maybe because his inexplicable arrival changed the past, Voldemort would never appear again, and he would not become the "boy who survived".He turned his eyes to Tom's room. In fact, he never really disliked this boy from the beginning to the end.

So forgive him like this?Harry looked away and rubbed the space between his brows.No, it would be better to send him back to England for peace of mind, at least if he can't see him, he won't remember what he did to himself that day.But can I really bear the loneliness of leaving him?

Harry smiled self-deprecatingly, wondering when he had become so vulnerable.What is not intolerable?Leaving the past behind, leaving Tom to start a new life as a Muggle, he still has a chance, time will heal all wounds.He can silently watch Tom achieve his ambition step by step in the dark, and he can also obtain the long-awaited stable life, the best of both worlds, what a great idea!

But can it really make you happy?If these are really what I want, then why does that young man with dark eyes smile at me in the dream about all the good things?

Harry sighed.Just forgive Tom for not being able to do it by himself, and that child will never leave just because of his persistence. It would be best if he could give up by himself.Let's wait until we find clues to the curse.There are many magics worth exploring in the European continent. Even if you can't find a way to break the curse, then even if you can prolong your life, that's good.

Tom couldn't sleep.He had no idea what Harry was thinking, and had no way of ascertaining his thoughts.Harry had taught him Occlumency himself, so there was no way he could magically probe his mind, all he could do was wait.

But regardless of Harry's attitude, Tom was not going to go back to England empty-handed as he said.He wanted to go back with Harry, which he had decided before departure, even though he knew that Harry would not cooperate, he had no intention of changing it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and finally the sky began to shimmer, and Tom stretched his stiff body and pushed the door out.Harry fell asleep leaning against the corner of the sofa, his glasses slid up his nose.Tom raised an eyebrow and took a roll of blankets, and slowly leaned over to help him take off his glasses, but just as he walked up to Harry, the green-eyed man opened his eyes.

"Good morning," said Tom, a little uneasy.

Harry nodded mechanically, pushed his glasses back over the bridge of his nose and stood up.Tom stepped aside quickly, watched him walk into the bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief.Although Harry didn't say it, Tom could tell that at least he wouldn't be sent back to England.

Harry's acquiescence gave Tom some encouragement, but Harry still refused Tom's physical contact with him, and he didn't discuss his research materials with him, and he didn't talk to him about unnecessary things except necessary conversations.This made Tom a little discouraged, but Harry did not refuse Tom to help him sort out his research materials.

Harry was still using the donkey-skin pouch that had come with him to this plane.The small bag was worn out, and Harry enlarged the space inside the bag, where his most critical research materials were placed.It was only then that Tom realized that the research that Harry had kept silent for many years actually covered such a wide range, and many magics were unheard of by him.But Harry has now given up the study of time magic, and he has turned his energy to the study of black magic.The inability to use magic at will has caused great obstacles to research, and no results have been produced at all.Harry was a little irritable, Tom saw it, picked a night when Harry was in a better mood, and offered to help.

The man with green eyes looked up at him and shook his head resolutely.Tom was disappointed, Harry was still unwilling to say a word to him, and the recent manuscripts and materials were not allowed to touch him.He knew that the parchment and dark purple ink that Harry used to record his thinking results were not ordinary, and the materials he kept in the small bag that only he could open were all the most top-notch evil black magic.Harry was so well guarded that Tom couldn't even see.

Tom thought Harry was still going to drive him back to England, because his cold attitude towards him hadn't gotten any better.If Harry had been inadvertently snubbing himself during the time Alex had just died, now he was embarrassing himself on purpose.Tom endured silently, he felt that he could not give up now, he was not in the habit of easily admitting his failure.

Harry didn't understand why Tom could stand his intentionally dismissing him as nothing.He was not unaware of Tom's proper care of himself.He'd almost forgotten how sensitive the kid was, and Harry couldn't think of anyone else who could do it better.Tom was trying to make up for his mistakes with his actions, and Harry was trying to ignore his efforts.

Come on, my Tom, or I cannot help telling you that I have forgiven you.

The author has something to say:

Tom (holding his forehead): I'm really exhausted. If you forgive me, just say it. You'll make me look like a bully all day long, won't you?

HARRY (chuckles): Swap me and you, what would you do?

Tom: ...Kill you!

Harry: ╮(╯_╰)╭So I’m already very humane.

Tom (angry): Shit!Is cold violence or something humane?

Harry (pointing): Someone said it, not me.

(The two turn their heads to look at Xuan together)

Mouxuan (with a blank face): Huh?What do you see me doing?

Tom (takes out his wand): This kind of woman just forget about Avada.

Harry (pushing glasses): Are you sure we'll be fine if she dies?

Tom: ╭(╯^╰)╮That's better than being tortured to death by her.

Mouxuan (sweat): Hey, hey, what's going on with you two?I haven't figured out the situation yet!

A certain M (covering her mouth and laughing): This is what happened to stepmothers, I ho ho ho ho ho ~

Mouxuan: ... Well, the two of you have something to discuss!

Tom: Cut, no one cares about you.

Harry: Wait, listen to what she has to say.

Mouxuan: Ahem, the next chapter has...

Tom (pulls someone by the collar): What's in the next chapter?Say it quickly, you dead woman!

Mouxuan (smiling calmly): Don’t you know the next chapter, are you anxious?

Harry: ...don't swear, girls.

Mouxuan (push Tom to Harry): Keep an eye on your brat.

Harry: ╮(╯_╰)╭I can't see him anymore.

Mouxuan: ... You are not responsible, uncle.

Harry (smiling gently): Isn't it all your fault?

Mouxuan: ...well, I can't say no to you, I'll flash~~~

Tom: --dead women run pretty fast.Harry, you didn't ask what's in the next chapter?

Harry (shrugs): Anyway, we'll find out in the next chapter.

(The two look at each other and suddenly realize)

Tom: (*^___^*) I see! ! !

Harry: hello...

Tom: (*^___^*) Harry!

Harry: You...take it easy.

Tom: (*^___^*) I understand, I will be very gentle~~~...

So what's in the next chapter... Ahem, you can probably guess it, right?

That classmate said he couldn't guess it?Let’s talk about it later (*^___^*)