[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry couldn't look into those eyes, his wand hand was shaking.In fact he was shaking all over.

"Shut up!" Harry whispered.

Tom stared at those green eyes fearlessly: "You are afraid, you are afraid, dear Harry. Put away the wand and untie the rope, your body won't last long."

"Shut up, I don't want to listen to you!" the green-eyed man roared, with grief and anger in his voice.

"Do you hate me that much? Hate what I do?" said Tom softly. "It ain't some evil magic, magic isn't evil, and what I do is wrong? Tell me then, ha Leigh, how can I save you?"

"I don't need you to save me." Harry said tremblingly, "It can't be you... Where do you go before you stop? Do you know what my deepest fear has been all these years? It's the last thing I want What I saw! And these happened with my connivance!"

Tom finally closed his mouth, and stared at the man who pointed his wand at him with those black jewel-like eyes.

"Swear to me, Tom, never touch anything related to the dark arts." Harry ordered, "Swear!!!"

"It's impossible." Tom lowered his eyes, and said in a low and firm voice, "Black magic is not evil, it's just extreme, just like the justice you insist on. I can't deceive myself, and I can't deceive you either."

Harry closed his eyes in despair.Tom tried to break free from the silver ropes that bound him, but to no avail.Harry's wand was still pressed against his throat, and the tip of the wand was as warm as a human body.Tom looked up at Harry worriedly.His body is not as good as before, and if this continues, he may not even be able to get out of this room.

"Tom, I promised Dumbledore that once you fall, I will kill you with my own hands." Harry said, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.He stared at the young man leaning against the operating table with his emerald green eyes, and moved his wand to his chest.

Tom froze as if he had been petrified, and everything in front of him began to shake and collapse.Harry was going to kill him?Just because he wanted to use black magic to save him, and then he was going to kill him?

"Why don't you want to listen to me?" Harry lowered his head, stretched out his left hand, and touched Tom's cheek with his fingertips, "Why can't you just accompany me to the finish line like this?"

"Our time is still long, I still want to be with you all the time, how can I watch you die?" Tom smiled lowly, "I thought you understood me, but in your eyes I will never be with you." They're all just kids."

"You're more than my child, Tom," said Harry dryly. "I don't want to die, and I don't want to leave you, but I can't take it this way!"

"But this is the only way to save you. I can't think of a better way to keep you." Tom looked at him pleadingly, "You said you would always watch me, you promised me that you would not leave me, Leave me, Harry."

"It's impossible for me to do what you want." Harry shook his head and regained his grip on his wand. "Tom, I'm sorry."

"Are you really going to kill me, Harry? You won't!" Tom struggled again.

"No, Tom," said Harry, "just as you can't break your will, so I can't break my promise. I thought it wouldn't fall to me again."

"I don't mind dying by your hands, but I don't want to die for such a boring reason!" Tom roared, the rope that bound him suddenly loosened automatically as if alive, and the black-eyed youth jumped up .

Harry instinctively shot the spell.Tom couldn't dodge at all, and immediately fell unconscious on top of Harry.Harry held Tom, limp and unconscious, just in time to keep him from slipping to the floor.

"Silly boy, of course I wouldn't kill you for something like this." Harry stroked Tom's hair and hugged him tightly, "I don't want to believe you've come this far, Tom..."

Harry unchained the Muggle on the operating table, altered his memory, and disapparated holding a knocked-out Tom before he woke up.

The smoke cleared from the surface of the potion, and Harry extinguished the fire under the cauldron, then poured the liquid into a nearby cup.The tiredness that was getting tighter and tighter like a snake made him want to just lie down and have a good sleep, but it's not the time to rest yet.Harry took the cup and walked into the next bedroom, fed the potion into the mouth of the still unconscious young man, then he broke the spell on Tom, took out a small bottle from the bag, and drank the light blue thing inside in one gulp , and sit down on the edge of the bed.

He gave Tom the Water of Death, the sleeping potion that first graders would make, and he drank the last potion Tom made for him.The cold liquid slid into the stomach, and after a while, it dissipated the exhaustion tightly wrapped around the body along the blood vessels, but it was also so cold that the limbs lost all feeling.Tom's face flickered in the dim light, and Harry reached out to touch his face, and it took a long time before his fingertips felt a faint temperature.Everything around is separated by a layer of foggy glass, so you can't see clearly, hear clearly, or touch it.

The side effects of the medicine are getting worse.Harry withdrew his hand and looked at Tom's fuzzy sleeping face. There seemed to be a huge hole in his chest, and it seemed that a hand was tearing at his heart. He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe.

All this I could have predicted originally, but I was too happy at that time, and I deliberately avoided what kind of results might happen in the end, ignoring the little anxiety in my heart.It wasn't the worst outcome, but it wasn't that Harry hadn't thought about what Tom was going to do, and had just let him go this far by deluding himself.

To have to make Tom stop and go one step further is to be irrevocably depraved.

And Tom just wanted to keep his life alive.He is willing to do anything for himself, and the child told him his determination with actions.

It is the paranoia of the Slytherins that Harry can't understand, just as Tom can't understand why he doesn't accept the results of this kind of experiment.In his opinion, those Muggle scumbags were good enough as experimental materials, but Harry couldn't convince himself to accept Tom's approach.

Tom hadn't been on a battlefield, even though he'd seen a Muggle war on the side.Tom, who hadn't seen the battlefield with his own eyes, couldn't understand the fear and shock of those fresh lives disappearing, so he didn't realize that his behavior was worse than killing those Muggle scum in Harry's view.A person who has lost his soul is not a human being, but a pile of garbage waiting to rot.Although Tom lives with Muggles, he, like other Slytherins, believes that Muggles are an inferior species and are not worthy to be compared with wizards.Harry has forever missed the opportunity to correct Tom's views, and the kid is still taking a step on the road he didn't want to see after all.

Blame myself, blame myself for not being optimistic about him, blame myself for pampering him too much, blame myself for not believing him.

Harry put his hand over his quivering lips, not daring to look at Tom's face.He was the one who shouldn't be here, but he changed Tom's life.He couldn't trust him enough from the bottom of his heart, couldn't agree with his ambitions and ideals, couldn't accept his methods, but he didn't want to leave him.The sweet time from Christmas was like a luxurious delusion. Harry never imagined that he and Tom would have such a dreamlike good time, short, but enough to remember for a lifetime.

But the dream always wakes up, and the problems between him and Tom cannot be solved by kissing, hugging and blindly giving in.Harry knows Tom too well, and Tom's retreat is often just for a more powerful counterattack in the near future, just as he never gave up his ambition.Tom may temporarily stop the experiment because of his own request, but he will continue the experiment in a more concealed place where he does not know, and his will will never change because of his own request.

Tom was uncannily similar to himself in some ways, yet that was one of the reasons they couldn't stay together forever.

In fact, I should have left him long ago.If it weren't for his own hesitation and intolerance, Tom would not have done this for him.Whether the reason for his reluctance to leave is the responsibility he brought when he decided to adopt him, or his attachment and reluctance for him, or the desire to hold the only warmth at the last moment of his life, Harry can no longer tell. .

The suppression time of the potion was very short, and the feeling of fatigue and powerlessness after the effect of the potion would destroy his will in an instant, so he couldn't waste time.

It was time to leave, and Harry couldn't afford to compromise, even as his emotions were screaming and crying like crazy.

"I'm sorry, Tom," Harry whispered, leaning over slowly, "I can't take it, so I have no choice."

This may be the last kiss I can give you, my boy.

Tom woke up on the bed in the bedroom, blinked hard, and realized he wasn't dead.

Did Harry lie when he said he was going to kill him?Tom sat up abruptly.It was dark and he was alone in the bedroom.Tom jumped up and rushed out of the bedroom without seeing Harry.He looked around, but found that Harry was not in the house.

Where did he go?Where can he go with a body like that?Tom completely ignored his physical discomfort, and immediately checked the tracking spell he had cast on Harry, but there was no response at all.Harry cracked them all.

Calm down, calm down first!Tom forced himself to calm down, and his mind quickly speculated about Harry's whereabouts, and then he saw the envelope lying quietly on the table, with black ink in his familiar handwriting.

Tom hurried to get the envelope, but the letter fell on the floor.Only then did he discover his weakness.Tom frowned, looked up at the moon looming among the thin clouds outside the window, and immediately stayed where he was.

I actually slept for three whole days in a state of unconsciousness!

Tom opened the envelope recklessly and quickly skimmed through the letter, as if he had been punched by someone, his head exploded with a buzzing sound.Tom looked at the beginning again, lest he miss a single letter.

No, he read it right, it was clearly written in the letter!Tom clutched the letter tightly in his hand, and his lips were drawn into a line.The anger supported him to stride across the room, and supported him to smash everything in the room that he could see.

The crumpled letter paper fell feebly on the ground, and the black-eyed young man could no longer support his tall and thin body, so he took a few steps back, and slumped down on the armchair with only half the back of the chair behind him, gasping for breath.After a few minutes he slowly raised his hand and covered his eyes.

This time Harry really left him.

Roll Duraff never imagined that he would meet Harry in such a sudden situation.

Because he couldn't use magic, the effect of the potion completely disappeared before Harry reached the port, and the overwhelming dizziness and fatigue almost made him unable to stand still.Harry knew he might never recover this time, but he still struggled to Apparate all the way back to England.The few feet that turned into the Leaky Cauldron from the morning mist-shrouded alleyway were harder than ever, and Harry finally managed to move his body to the door of the bar, and fell in as he pushed it open.

Harry's sudden appearance frightened Roll, who was cleaning the table, to jump up. He hurriedly dragged Harry to a chair next to him, only then did he realize that this frighteningly pale man was actually his former professor.

Tom, who has become the owner of the bar, also hurried over from behind the counter, and he also recognized the person who had worked with him.

"Professor Potter!"

"Harry! Wake up, how are you?"

Harry struggled to open his eyes, and it took a few seconds before he could see the person in front of him clearly.

"Mr. Dulaff..." Harry grabbed Roll's skirt with great effort.

"My God, you look terrible!" Rolle said anxiously, grabbing Harry's wrist, but Harry's grip was tight. "Don't worry, we'll take you upstairs."

"No, Duraff." Harry shook his head, clutching Rolle's collar tightly, "go to Dumbledore and tell him I'm here." Harry glanced around, because it was still early, the bar Few people said, "Don't let anyone know I've been here, especially Tom Riddle, don't tell him—"

"Professor, I—" Luo Er frowned involuntarily.

"Please, Mr. Dullaff." Harry struggled, but his voice was almost inaudible, and the strength in his hand was getting weaker and weaker, and finally he fell limply.

Rolle's eyes widened.

"Professor Potter!"