war and peace

wake up... wake up... this is not something you should see...

Harry opened his eyes in his four-poster bed, sweating coldly.He was connected to Voldemort's mind again, and he saw those scenes just now through Voldemort's eyes... as if he himself was teaching those subordinates...

Harry sat up, wiped his face, and got his glasses from the bedside table to put them on.It was dawn, and he estimated that he would not be able to fall asleep again, so he got up, walked to the window and looked out.The mist shrouded the Forbidden Forest in the distance, looking ethereal like a fairyland.But now Harry didn't have the heart to appreciate such a beautiful scenery, all his thoughts were on the dream just now.

He was so tired last night that he forgot to clear his mind before going to bed.Voldemort was furious that his men had attacked him privately...for which he punished the Death Eaters who were involved in the operation...Malfoy justified himself for leaking the news...Crabbe and Goyle, seeing that Malfoy might fall out of favor, directly Laughing at Malfoy at a meeting...what's wrong?

Judging from the punishment they received, Voldemort undoubtedly knew what the Death Eaters had done to his aunt's family in the garden.But how did he know?Knott doesn't mention this at all.And he also knew what role Dobby had played in the process... yes, Dobby!

Harry clenched his fists.He knew what was wrong, why he always felt something was wrong... Voldemort hadn't punished Lucius Malfoy, not even his house-elf had mentioned it.To a large extent, Dobby had an undeniable influence on the failure of their actions, and Voldemort just laughed and finished?

It was daylight, and Harry heard the breathing of another person in the dormitory becoming shallower.This reminded him that he should not stand stupidly in front of the window in a daze, but should pretend to sleep till the sun rises, so as not to worry people.He tiptoed back to the bed, glancing at the mirror in the process - it seemed to have been eerily quiet since the last time Tom glanced at it.An ordinary face with a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead... This reminded him of one more thing: his scar had no feeling.

This is the bigger anomaly!Thinking back, the soul slice on Quirrell gave him a headache for half a year, and after Voldemort was resurrected, the pain became even worse.Especially when he was angry or agitated, like when he performed Cruciatus, his negative reaction was particularly severe, with cold sweat, pale face, and nausea to death.

He believed the cold sweat he'd had when he first woke up was the shock, the fact that he was once again connected to Voldemort's mind, and not a side effect of the Cruciatus Curse.Harry lay back on the bed, involuntarily pressing his hand to his forehead.The scar is still there, it hasn't disappeared, and it seems that something is making a beating sound there... Stop, he must be thinking too much about the latter... From a while ago, he found that he couldn't think about it. Knowing what happened to Voldemort, he decided not to continue asking himself those unsolvable questions.Harry thought this before closing his eyes again, not forgetting to clear his mind.

This time there were no ornate castle halls, fire-breathing dragons, or circles of Death Eaters in this sleep.In fact, Harry fell asleep straight until dinnertime.Tom came up to wake him up and he was up feeling refreshed.In fact it had been less than a day since the attack, and Harry himself expressed surprise that he was able to sleep so deeply.

Tom advised him to rest in Gryffindor Tower, and he went down to the kitchen to bring up something.Harry thought that it was the summer vacation and no students were left at Hogwarts. If he went to the Great Hall for dinner, he would have to face a bunch of professors, and he didn't want to recall what happened last night, so he nodded in agreement.But when Tom came up, he brought not only supper, but a little roll of parchment.

It was a license to use the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch from yesterday until the start of term in September.Harry stared at it in shock; he'd only seen Wood hold an approval slip like that before. "...Is this... for me?" he asked, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Why, don't you like it?" Tom looked at him with innocence in his tone. "You kept a Nimbus 2000 under the bed - but I guess it's 2001 now, and I thought you liked Quidditch."

"No...of course I like..." Harry was almost incoherent with excitement.When he thinks that he can fly in the air on a broomstick—you can fly in any way—you can also borrow the Golden Snitch—Merlin’s beard, how can one word be excited to describe his current mood!

"That's all right," said Tom, with a smile, "forgive me for being late—happy birthday, Harry."

"Thank you!" Harry was ecstatic, turning the note over and over several times. "I must say, this is a wonderful gift, I never dared to expect such a good thing..." Harry suddenly thought of another question, "Everyone knows that I have a broom hidden?"

Tom was already eating his share of dinner.Hearing Harry's question, he shrugged: "I think only I know."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "That's not bad." He folded the parchment and put it in his pocket. "You are so amazing, you even guessed the model number. The birthday present that Sirius gave me this year is Nimbus 2001."

"He's been very kind to you," said Tom, with a sourness in his voice that he didn't even notice.

Harry didn't notice it at all, and he said cheerfully, "You're fine too...do you have a broom?" He immediately answered himself, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I have two, both of which are new. ..."

"Are you trying to say, we're going tonight?" Tom pointed out his intention bluntly. "No," he resolutely vetoed, "It's getting dark, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Harry scratched his head embarrassedly. "But I really want to..."

"If you say you can't do it, you can't do it." Tom stopped looking at him and concentrated on dealing with the veal steak in front of him. "Professor Roald didn't agree with you to do some high-risk activities..."

Harry felt that he had heard some great news. He interrupted Tom: "So, Professor Roald asked Mrs. Hooch to 'take care' of me during the flying lesson?"

The look on Tom's face was as if he was choking. "Oh," he added hastily, "and Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, of course."

Harry's surprise subsided a little.But Professor Roald also felt that he needed to pay attention to safety. Was his situation really so bad that he couldn't even play Quidditch?

"Of course, your performance last night gave you extra points." Tom stared at Harry's expression, "It seems that your image in their minds is not so... weak?"

Harry laughed at the last skeptical uptick, and repeated through gritted teeth, "I'm fragile? Is that what you think?" He threw himself on Tom, trying to squeeze Tom from behind.

Tom was taken aback at first, but he reacted immediately, and took Harry's arms across his chest with his backhand, trying to pull them away, and the two began to struggle.However, they all agreed not to touch the table where the dinner was placed, and as a result, other tables, chairs and benches in the common room were knocked to the ground one after another.

Harry had never imagined that Tom, who looked thinner than him, could be so strong.So half a quarter of an hour later, the situation turned into a situation where his two upper arms were held down while maintaining a flat posture, and his legs were also stuck by the lateral calf, unable to move at all.Both were panting, and Harry stiffened suddenly when he realized that the hot wind on his face was Tom's breath.

Tom had won the battle, and he teased Harry, "Is that enough, huh?"

Harry stared at the parting lips, and suddenly a wild idea came to his head: his teeth are so white...

"Hey, are you okay?" Tom looked at him distractedly, and couldn't help but get a closer look at him: "The face is so red...?"

His eyes were like obsidian... Harry continued to wander, completely ignoring what Tom was saying.There was a little doubt in it, and Harry blinked, as though a strange emotion had flashed through those eyes very quickly.He was about to get a better look when Tom suddenly let go of him and stood up.

The breath that was close at hand disappeared.Upon realizing this, Harry felt a great sense of loss wash over him.Just now, for a moment, he had felt that Tom and he wanted to do the same thing, but Tom got up.Harry lay on the ground, feeling the beast within him groaning uncomfortably.

"Are you all right?" Tom asked again.Something is really wrong with the savior, he was in a daze just now, and he is still in a daze now, is the Gryffindor carpet so comfortable?He stared at the handle of an armchair, trying to drive back the feeling that had just popped up.

Harry turned to see Tom standing aside.The beast hummed harder... "It's all right," said Harry, trying to ignore the voice, "help me? I'm a little out of strength..."

Tom pulled him up.The two tidied up the common room, and then continued to eat, and the atmosphere remained silent during the process.By the time they were saying goodnight, Harry thought, he had one more thing to think about.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was cloudless, and it was as blue as the color of forget-me-not flowers.Harry woke up early in the morning and dragged Tom up involuntarily.After the two of them washed up quickly, they went to the auditorium to have some breakfast.They nearly bumped into Dumbledore as they crossed the courtyard, and Harry apologized hastily, before dragging Tom away before he could say anything.Dumbledore stood still and watched them disappear around the corner, thoughtfully.

When Mrs. Hooch reached the Quidditch pitch, she saw only two dots in mid-air.Is this really okay?Two kids getting ready for second grade?Suddenly a golden light flashed in front of her, followed by a speeding broom.She recognized the glasses worn by the man above, "Stop, Potter!" she yelled, and the Snitch had already turned a corner close to the ground, "You're going to hit..."

She didn't say anything later, because she was already shocked by what she saw.In front of her, Harry was almost on the same flight path as the Snitch. He turned when he was close to the ground, and his speed was even faster than the Snitch.Merlin, this kid is a flying genius!Mrs. Hooch was dumbfounded.

Holding the little ball with its fluttering silver wings, Harry rose slowly and shouted at Tom, "I've got it!"

"1 minute and [-] seconds!" The people circling in the sky also shouted back, "You broke your record again!"

"It's your turn this time," Harry grinned, "Let's see, which one of us is faster..." As soon as he let go, the Snitch flew out of sight.

Tom froze for a moment. "You're cheating!" He hurriedly drove his broom, "I promised to start!"

Harry just laughed out loud.

They played all day and did not return to the ground until the sun went down.Both of their robes were soaked, sticky to their bodies, exhausted.Tom had to admit that the skill of flying did require a bit of talent, and he seemed to lack that.Harry patted him on the shoulder and comforted him insincerely: "You fly well, you just feel a little less."

"Are you actually taking revenge on me in a disguised form? About the thing I said yesterday that you were weak?" Tom's back was sore, he was more suitable for the method of apparition, and the broom was really uncomfortable.

"Where is it, didn't we have a great time?" Harry laughed, thinking about yesterday, he felt that he was starting to feel uncomfortable again.

Tom was noncommittal.Watching the Savior catch the Snitch, he could actually see his heart stop beating. He didn't even notice it, and he looked excited... Does he know how many chances he has to hit the ground, the stands, or the goalposts?

Sure enough, Harry was found by Professor McGonagall after dinner.Tom was sitting in his old seat in the common room. It's strange that such skills were not found as a Seeker... After that, will the Savior match training be watched?He pressed his forehead, why did he feel like he was causing trouble for himself?