the Gambler

The coldest winter has passed, and the footsteps of early spring are approaching. In this season when warblers fly and grass grows, as long as you stay in front of the castle, the sound of insects will boldly drill into your ears.Compared with the comfortable weather outside, the atmosphere in the lounge is still oppressive.Harry sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, his eyes following the jumping flames. He didn't like it very much. Pretending to be contemplative was better than being accused by Hermione of doing nothing.He sighed, grasped the extremely hot handle of the poker with his right hand, and absently pulled the burning firewood.He pulled out the bottom firewood, and it was destroyed in the shape of a small bonfire. The red-hot wood rolled apart, splashing a cluster of sparks.

"It looks stupid." Hermione commented, "No one stays indoors now, why don't you go out and fly with Ron? He will be very happy too." Hermione glanced at the same thing with nothing to do, Ron, perhaps a little unhappy, opened his eyelids, gave Harry a suspicious look and closed them again. This time, he spread the Potions book directly over his face, and the muffled voice came from From the bottom of the yellowed paper came out: "Harry didn't think that way."

"Are you really going to ask Marvolo to go back?" Hermione asked cautiously. "You know he'd like to stay, and even propose to you, don't you? I don't think he's as bad as he thinks—oh, of course not. His distorted possessiveness, he's calmed down a lot since the Dursley incident."

"Honestly, he's planning Harry everywhere!" Ron said, looking at Hermione in disbelief.

"It didn't really hurt Harry either. It seemed like he was just desperate for Harry's attention, like a crying child - well, that's not a good analogy," Hermione added. "Just not quite the young Dark Lord."

"He has to go back, Hermione." Harry turned to face his friends completely, and said seriously, "He can't stay in this plane."

"why?"

"The war is going on, what choice do you think he will make? Dumbledore or Voldemort?" Harry shook his head, "No, he will not submit to either side, and I am tired of intrigue and calculation with him, I am more Wanted to focus all my attention on defeating Voldemort. Oh, I forgot to tell you, remember that time the Great Hall passed out? Voldemort knew."

"What do you mean?"

"Marvolo and Voldemort are now at the top of each other's most-wanted-to-kill lists."

"Huh?" Ron grinned strangely, "Cannibalism?"

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? There are traces to follow." Harry propped his chin up and sighed, "Voldemort was very dissatisfied with Marvolo's behavior of leading the Slytherin students to give up the reserve Death Eaters, which to some extent blocked the fresh blood As an addition, even if he wants to enter politics on the surface, it does not mean that he has given up his identity as the Dark Lord."

"You didn't tell us, Harry Potter." Hermione turned cold and looked at Harry accusingly, "We don't know anything about Marvolo and Voldemort. How much information is still hidden in your In the belly? Shouldn't we stick together?"

"I just forgot." Harry said calmly, he knew that this would only make his friends more angry, but the purpose of deliberately concealing it was not to drag them into it.

Sure enough, Hermione jumped up and slammed the book into Harry's face, causing blood to trickle down his broken nose and onto the floor.Hermione took a few deep breaths and growled, "I thought we were best friends! Unbelievable! You say such things so easily! Or do you think we don't even have the ability to stand by your side now? "

"Hermione!" Ron yelled, raising his voice.

"What?! Don't tell me you're not mad, Ronald! He's never even trying to be honest with us!" shrieked Hermione. "It's bad enough now that I worry about him every day, He threw us aside so easily! Merlin! How can I calm down! Harry has changed so much that I almost don't recognize him!" She couldn't suppress her boredom anymore, Harry's protection made her uncomfortable, She didn't want to just silently watch the opponent's back fighting.

"I'm not much better than you. If you didn't do anything, Harry would have been beaten to the ground by me! But he needs to grow up, doesn't he?" Ron's words were also full of uncertainty, he looked back and remained silent Harry sighed softly, "You have your reasons, Harry, but we really don't want to be protected by simplicity."

In the basement of Grimmauld Square, gleaming runes covered the entire floor tiles. Dumbledore stood in a dark corner, silently watching the two young boys in the middle.The old man's silver-white hair and beard kept trembling.

Parting is always the most emotional moment.

"You don't want to say something?" Tom's face was very calm, like the frozen water of a black lake, only Harry knew the rough waves below, he didn't know what to do, he had so much to tell Tom, but Thousands of words are stuck in the throat.Harry shortened the distance between the two of them, and he reached down and pulled Tom's head down, imprinting a final kiss on the other's lips.

There is no heartbeat and no spark, just a kiss as cool and white as a kiss.

Tom's fine eyelashes gently scraped Harry's eyelids, and he recorded everything about the other party with his eyes, oh yes, forgetting is not his choice, even if it takes another 50 years, he will take a long time Harry was in his arms, just as he was now.

"Open your eyes," Tom gently stroked the boy's cheek, rubbing his eye sockets back and forth, "let me see you, Harry."

Harry closed his eyes tightly and shook his head in refusal. He clenched his teeth tightly and refused to let out a whimper. He couldn't face Tom. There was too much emotion in it, and he was afraid that it would burst out the moment he saw him.Harry put his arms back around Tom's slender body, his body trembling as if Tom was the last piece of driftwood.

Love is such a cruel thing that Tom would rather never understand it if he was going to experience another heartbreak.but--

He wanted Harry, he loved Harry.Even though it sounded so absurd, he was still nostalgic for the warmth Harry gave him.If that is the inevitable pain of having love, compared to the emptiness he has never felt, maybe he will taste the bitterness behind the sweetness again.It's not such a bad thing.Oh no, he would definitely have Harry tied to his side.

"I love you," said Tom softly.

The muscles under his hands tensed suddenly.Tom rested his forehead on Harry's shoulder. He didn't know if this belated confession could still be made in time. If he was leaving now, he at least hoped that Harry would understand that this relationship was reciprocal from the beginning.This time, no more lies.Tom held Harry's face, kissed from the trembling eyelids to the high bridge of the nose, until he grabbed his favorite lips, the tip of his tongue slowly outlined the shape of the other's beautiful lips.It frustrates and hurts Tom that Harry didn't let him in, and damn it, he doesn't even want to go back.

"Tell me, you don't want me to leave," Tom's parted lips brushed against Harry's again and again, and his warm breath hit his face like a feather, "Say it, Harry, and I will always be there around you."

Happiness and sadness swirled in Harry's heart, and he wanted Tom to stay as much as he wanted to kiss Tom back.But he can't, Tom needs to go back to the past, the past without wars and Voldemort.It's all wrong from the start, and there shouldn't be a Tom Marvolo Riddle and Harry James Potter stalemate without soulmates.Merlin!Why is there a dull pain in his heart, like a scabbed wound being opened with nails, the pain extends to every inch of skin along with the nerve endings, every drop of blood, he is almost unable to breathe.

"Say you want me to stay, Harry." The seductive siren-singing voice teased in his ear, and he felt like giving in - but it was wrong.There was no way he could put Tom in danger, especially Voldemort, even though he had made it clear that he wouldn't mind killing his future self if need be.

"No, you need to go back." Harry opened his eyes, and Tom couldn't help pinching Harry's shoulders with such determination.

He'd always hated Harry's self-sacrifice, like no one cared about his life.

So much loathing and liking, he felt like his chest was going to explode.Tom clasped Harry's chin with his fingers, forcing him to meet his eyes: "Look at me talking, Harry, do you want me to stay-leave those messy things aside, war or what, I don't care What will happen in the future, I just want now—tell me what you really think, are you willing to hold my hand?"

Harry placed his hand hesitantly in Tom's open palm.

Tom showed a beautiful smile that made Harry suffocate: "I am a greedy person. If you choose to give yourself to me, I will never let you go in this life." Tom took Harry's hand and walked out quickly The magic circle came in front of Dumbledore, and the headmaster had a clear smile on his wrinkled face.Tom curled his lips, still looking into those blue eyes that irritated him: "I'm not leaving."

"As expected. I'm glad you made this decision, Tom." Dumbledore forced a laugh. "I hope you will keep your word."

"I will do my best to defeat Voldemort and protect Harry with my life, if that's the answer you want," Tom snorted coldly, "I'm not dead."

"You don't want to go back?" Harry looked at Tom in surprise, the joy in his heart almost burst into his chest. He didn't know when he wanted to stay with Tom for the rest of his life. He had long forgotten the possibility that Tom could go back, until time and space The solution to the trip was clearly placed in front of him, and Harry felt the real panic begin to spread.

"Where are you going back?" Tom raised his eyebrows while crossing his chest and looking at the happy Harry.

"Go home?" Harry calmed down his excitement, and answered in a low but uncertain voice.

"Where is home?" Tom walked slowly in front of Harry, holding the boy's face in his arms, so that the other's emeralds faced him, the love in his eyes made Harry's breath stop for a moment.

"Home is where the heart is." Harry spit out this sentence suddenly. He didn't know where it came from, but he now thinks this is the most suitable answer. Home is a vague concept, and Harry Want to give Tom a real home.

Tom laughed sweetly, and Harry's heart was pounding too.The handsome boy stretched out his slender and handsome hand and placed it on Harry's chest. The warm voice made Harry almost melt in his gaze.

"My heart is here."