war and peace

Harry didn't know if his guess was accurate, but he couldn't stop similar thoughts from popping up one after another.Did he really change history?The first-year spiders weren't actually Aragog and his descendants (they were the pronoun Harry remembered the snake was using), but Hagrid had reacquired them through some other means?Or, in fact, the spider in the first grade was Aragog, but he is now in another similar world?

Harry stared at the curtain above him in the dark.Neither guess he wanted.The former one is likely to lead to a complete reversal of history, going in a direction he could not have predicted; the latter one is even worse, thinking that he may completely sever ties with the past four years, and never see the little boy who finally got away with it. Sirius, and Voldemort being rescued by Slytherin - his heart was as heavy as lead.

What does that matter?You said it yourself, Tom is Voldemort, and Sirius, he hasn't been born yet, has he?said a small voice in Harry's head.

But what about my four years?Am I the only one who remembers their past full of lies and hurt?Bloodshed about how to stumble, hesitate, and even fight?And Sirius, even if he was born and grew up, he wouldn't be my godfather anymore!Harry countered the voice in his mind.

Wouldn't it be better to forget?You can have a better start now, and go on safe and happy, and no one will stop you... As for Sirius, even if he is not your godfather, you still have a way to know him, don't you?The small voice continued to coax Harry.

Harry clenched his teeth together.No!I didn't take such a risk for this goal!I'm here for a fused stable soul, if I stay here all the time, all the hard work I've done before is totally meaningless!

oh?The voice said mockingly, are you sure?Voldemort has probably given up on such nonsense—you know, he didn't approve of it in the first place, you know!

No!Harry shook his head frantically, he promised me!Even if he fails, he can't leave alone!I won't let him do that!

That objection disappeared.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, then realized he'd been battling his own thoughts and sweat was pouring down his face.He half stood up, trying to reach the wand on the bedside table.But just halfway through this movement, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes turned black, and his hands dropped limply.Harry slumped back onto the bed, a sleepy "What are you doing?" the last sound he heard.

Under the dark sky stood a tall black tower, he stood under it and looked at it, and then flew up lightly... He was going to meet a person, a person he would not have thought of until half a year later...

A heather-grown hillside, the sky was so dark that it looked like it was going to rain, and the cold wind blew through the bushes in gusts, making a piercing shriek.He carefully looked at this new location, the man and woman in front were still unaware of the fact that they had been followed.But at this moment, an accident happened—he was just about to keep up with the first step, and suddenly there was an unbearable suffocation on his neck, but there was obviously no one else nearby... He fell down, and the two people in front heard the movement , quickly turned around and ran back...

In the Hogwarts auditorium before dawn, faint starlight shines in through the broken glass window at the front.There was a sea of ​​people in the auditorium, and they surrounded him vigilantly, who was alone, revealing a large circular open space in the middle.He saw that he was standing opposite, and he inevitably showed a surprised expression.Unacceptable?He sneered in his heart, as if he was still a little sad. "You were right in your suspicions. Now, kill me." He crossed his yew wand across his chest, but didn't intend to use it—if he did, the flashback spell would reveal itself.Then he saw a look of hesitation and hesitation flash across his face very quickly, and finally raised the twin wand; at the same time, he let go of his hand, and the wand fell down...

"No! Stop it!"

Harry woke up with a start.He opened his eyes, gasping for breath.His chest was still throbbing, but he didn't care about it, struggling to get up.

"Are you awake at last?" A hand reached out, passed under his armpit, lifted him up, and adjusted the position of the pillow behind him. "Fortunately, it's the Easter holiday, otherwise Dumbledore will definitely find out if you fainted for two days so suddenly, and think I've done something to you."

Only then did Harry realize that he was still in the Slytherin dungeon, with Tom standing by the bed looking down on him. "I... passed out?" Harry forced, feeling his throat dry.

A glass of water floated in front of him. "To be exact, it was one day and two nights. I didn't even know that nightmares can reach this level, and you can't wake up at all." Tom put away his wand, and looked at Harry with an interested look: "Stop? What are you dreaming about? Sounds like being…"

Harry gulped down the glass of water before recovering.Tom probably thought that the sound of him falling was caused by unconsciousness. He didn't know that he hadn't fallen asleep before, so he thought he was just having a nightmare. "Very bad... I don't want to recall it anymore," Harry replied dryly.

It must have looked terrible, because Tom easily gave up on asking the truth. "Well..." he said, "I can pretend I don't know. But if there's a second time..."

"It was just an accident this time," Harry assured quickly.

Tom studied him for a moment, as if to make sure Harry was really saying it.Harry met his eyes directly, and the latter seemed to believe him and walked back to his bed.Harry watched his head disappear behind a thick book, and then let himself lean against the head of the bed, his eyes fell on a certain part of the room without focus, and the empty glass was still tightly held in his hand .

It wasn't a dream...he saw himself and Hermione in seventh year, a time on the run that he hadn't really wanted to recall.Groundless speculation, the final outburst of jealousy, lies and concealment intertwine the truth... The bad emotions in people's hearts are more difficult to overcome than the bad environment.

But he'd seen those things through the eyes of others - that is, Voldemort.The time period Voldemort came back to was when he was in seventh grade... when he suddenly felt suffocated, it seemed to be exactly the same as when he confronted Tom in the Chamber of Secrets... yes, that's the direction!The current time also fits well, Harry remembers that he killed Voldemort on Easter, and when he fainted from the pain this time, it was night past and dawn approaching...

You see, it's all true, the little voice said again.Voldemort had always disapproved of the plan, so he did what he thought was right—letting you kill him yourself.

After witnessing that scene, there was little Harry could do to refute it.He could only tell himself over and over that it couldn't be true, that Voldemort must not be dead... His heart still ached, didn't he?Harry pressed his hands tightly to his chest, but felt a bulge under the nightgown, which seemed to be a solidified scar.Harry dropped the glass almost immediately, reaching out to touch it, and what he got was a newly scabbed feeling.The entire wound runs obliquely through most of his chest, with the most serious part being the heart.

It really wasn't a dream!

There had always been an inexplicable connection between him and Voldemort: like the scars from the library first, and then the pain of the soul-merging, they both felt it.So was the suffocation later, and so was the heartache now... Harry forced himself to believe his guess.This must be true, otherwise he couldn't accept it!He pressed his chest harder, making the pain more vivid, and the feeling of heartbeat was transmitted to his mind through the palm of his hand.Harry had to use this pain to remind himself that the other person must be alive, but (Harry found it difficult to think normally) might have been hurt much worse than himself... the best thing to do .

"I said, you'd better go to sleep for a while." Tom heard the sound of him throwing the cup, and when he looked up, he found that Harry's face was even uglier.Just now it was pale like after being frightened, but now it is completely white to the point where all the blood has faded completely, almost like a dead person. "Are you really all right?" Tom asked suspiciously.This nightmare is very abnormal...

Harry was jolted back to his senses by the sound of his voice.The black-haired, black-eyed boy looked at him with a slight frown, with a look of disapproval on his face.Harry suddenly felt a little more at ease, and it was nice to see the boy Voldemort when he was so worried.Lively, as fussy as ever... oh who cares!Don't say that his pickiness is actually worrying about himself, even if he is deliberately provocative or mean, so what?The important thing is that he is still alive!

"I think you probably need some calming potions." Tom saw Harry staring at him blankly, as if he didn't respond to his words at all, and all the worries that had been suppressed not long ago all came out again. .God knows what it felt like in the middle of the night to find that Harry couldn't wake up at all... He had lost enough, but it was over and he couldn't control it; now he had to hold on to Harry, he couldn't bear losing the one consequences for that person.

"I don't need that," Harry finally said, his voice still a little dry: "If I have to say what I need...then I need you."

Tom raised an eyebrow in surprise.Well, he had to admit, Gryffindor's candor can be quite endearing at times.But it can also be concluded that Harry's nightmare must have something to do with him - the look in his eyes just now seemed to suddenly disappear into the air.

"I mean, well, I can fall asleep without the tranquilizing potion..." Harry stammered a little, looking taken aback by his own audacity, but he couldn't care less now: "As long as you If you are willing to stay with me for a while... let me meet you."

Tom took a good look at him, then rolled over and walked the short distance between them to help Harry lie down. "Sleep," he said curtly, sitting down beside Harry's bed. "I'm here." Then he silently added in his heart, and you are here too.

Harry looked at him with emerald eyes, and grabbed his hand that fell at his side.He was willing to close his eyes only when he felt that the other party shook him back, and he really fell asleep slowly.

What was it that made him so uneasy?What the hell is he dreaming about?Tom gazed at the slowly returning color of the cheek.Harry's palms were sweaty, cold and damp.He noticed this when he took his hands up, but he didn't say anything, he just felt the heat from the overlapping palms slowly evaporate them, leaving a sticky touch in the end.

He had been worried (almost terrified) when Harry was unconscious, but now he felt a sudden sense of certainty.Like Harry said, they are together.Tom himself didn't know why he felt that way, but he just knew that he had never been so sure of a thing as sure of this.

We are together, forever.

You are here.

I am here, too.

Wearetogether…

Forever.