war and peace

The author has something to say: Section [-] Twisting History

Harry met Tom Riddle in 1942.

And he almost killed him again.

The scar on the heart, the green curse...

How should I tell you that I will always love you?

Summer nights in London were as sultry and humid as ever, and there was an inexplicable smell of restlessness in the air.The shadow of war hangs in the sky above, the government's arctic routes are no longer a secret, and the Germans have intercepted or sunk their support warships on more than one occasion - destined for Stalingrad, Moscow or elsewhere in the Soviet Union.Prime Minister Churchill was busy negotiating with Hopkins and Marshall sent by US President Roosevelt on the North African landing plan, and he also had to take into account the pressure from the Soviet Union to divert the main force of the German army.

Of course, compared to the indiscriminate bombing of London by the German army in the past two years, the current situation is much better.Since the whole country is in a state of economic regression-to be exact, most countries in the world have been involved in this war, and collapsed houses and scattered rubble can be seen everywhere. What the air strikes left behind.

The people in front turned their heads and looked around.Harry cursed inwardly, hid in a dark alley, and recited the invisibility spell to himself.The man was so vigilant, he always felt as if he had been discovered.

At this time, a pair of men and women came crookedly towards him. The man looked fascinated and tucked his beret into his belt indiscriminately. On the neck, hands still caressing the woman's hips; the woman, loosely pulling her dress down to her chest (without the underlying corset), fingers wrapped around the man - Harry could see they were undoing the belt , the bright red lips lingering on each other's skin, she seems to especially like to suck on the neck... They staggered past, this night was no different from their other nights in Leicester Square .

Even though he was sure they couldn't see him, Harry leaned against the wall as much as he could, it wasn't a good feeling to be passed through by someone else, especially in a situation like this.He really wished that he had practiced the invisibility spell a little better, like being able to blend into walls or something.He looked forward again, and found that the figure had almost disappeared behind a pile of drunken American soldiers and prostitutes, and a large amount of obscenity, so he quickly ran a few steps to follow.

The man he was following was dressed in very old Muggle clothes, but very clean and whitishly washed.He is tall and thin, with neat black hair and slightly curly hair, pale face, with a serious expression that is not close to strangers, obviously not suitable for his age.But even so, Harry had seen no fewer than a dozen women offer him favors along the way—hey!You guys have a bit of ladylike reserve, okay?And you, Tom Marvolo Riddle, the orphanage is obviously in the East End, why are you wandering around the West End if you have nothing to do?

Just when Harry was upset, Tom Riddle seemed to be tired of having scantily clad women leaning on him or making some small movements.At the corner of the square, he stopped moving. After looking left and right, he stood in the shadow outside a shop, with his back against the wall, and his black eyes stared at the chaotic crowd in the square indifferently.Oh, of course, even if he couldn't see clearly, Harry knew that his expression must be cold and devoid of any human emotion - he had always hated Muggles, let alone this kind of expression that ordinary people would accept. No more messy scenes.

Harry quietly stood not far from him.The man's entire body was engulfed in darkness, and his posture looked relaxed and comfortable, like a halftime break after a party.But Harry knew that wasn't the case.He can guarantee that if someone attacks him at this time, he will react immediately, fiercely like a leopard waiting for an opportunity to pounce on its prey... It seems that the relaxed person just now is just an illusion of people.

These are tough times, Harry thought.Whether it's surviving an air raid or something else, staying alive requires not only food, but also perseverance and courage.Of course, wizards don't get killed by bombs so easily...Harry took one more look at the dark-haired boy, wondering for the hundred and zeroth time what would happen if he showed up to strike up a conversation.The only thing he was sure of was that if he didn't want a good reason, what was waiting for him was Cruciatus or some dark magic spell.

Damn Merlin... Harry couldn't help cursing again, what strange magic links are these!Nothing in the Department of Mysteries is reliable, not to mention those weird brain decorations, the first thing that bears the brunt is the arch, and the ancient black ring that Voldemort found later, which is full of cuneiform characters... He I still don't understand why a ring is called "Amator pair ring"?Shouldn't there be two pairs of rings... Stop, think far away, what you should consider now is not this, you should think about how that weird pair of rings sent him here, and what do you want him to do to go back, Voldemort Where is it again... Harry was a little annoyed, and turned his head to look at the boy in the shadow again. He really felt that Mr. Tom Riddle, who was much younger, would not be easier to deal with than 50 years later!

It was a while before Tom Riddle moved.If Harry hadn't sneakily cast a tracking spell on him (he used the most stealthy one he'd learned, sparingly), he would have missed it with such a sudden transfer.

Young Voldemort was apparently extremely skilled at apparating.Harry followed according to the direction of the tracking spell, and only found out where he was after landing.It's not an orphanage yet... Harry has a headache, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and he hasn't been back since he came out in the morning, how long will Tom hang around outside?

The Thames is still busy, with warships coming and going.The HMS Belfast in Harry's memory hadn't stayed in its future position, and he knew that that battleship should still be serving among the warships that came and went.Tower Bridge stands in the night, and the bridge body is folded up to facilitate the passage of large ships.Tom stood by the river, his face still expressionless, his black eyes fixed on the warships honking their whistles and setting sail.

But he didn't stay long this time.When Harry followed the instructions of the tracking spell to move again, he finally saw the high railings of the orphanage.Tom pushed open the creaking iron gate, went through the front door, passed the black and white tiled foyer, and went straight upstairs.

"...Who is it?" A very thin face poked out from a room near the hall, and Harry knew it could only be Mrs Cole, who was always on the alert.She was wearing a gray nightgown and was visibly taken aback when she saw Tom: "Oh, you're back...you've been away all day...I didn't prepare...I mean...dinner..."

"Thank you, Mrs. Cole, I've eaten." Tom interrupted her abruptly, not even stopping to go up the stairs.Mrs. Cole watched his figure disappear up the stone steps, with an expression on her face as if she was finally relieved, she retracted her head and continued to sleep.

But Harry knew Tom was lying.He had been following him all day, he hadn't even had a drop of water, let alone food, and he'd said that just to shut up Mrs. Cole.It can be seen that Mrs. Cole is so afraid of him that she chooses to believe such a lame lie-how can an underage child get enough food when there are wars everywhere?

Harry followed silently upstairs, and then he realized that he was a step too late, and Tom had locked the door behind him.He didn't know when Tom was going to sleep, and trying to open the door while Tom was awake without disturbing him was simply impossible.Harry sighed inwardly, cast a Levitation Charm on himself, and floated out of the corridor window until he was in front of Tom's window.

The black-haired boy was sitting on the iron bed, with the small iron box beside him.Harry noticed that the bric-a-brac he'd seen before was gone, replaced by an old Hogwarts letter (Harry guessed it was the acceptance letter), a hardcover diary ( Oh Tom how much you love your diary), a few pieces of parchment that say something.And he was looking at a relatively new letter, with a prefect badge in his hand.Well, thought Harry, it looks like the school owl has been...

Harry remembered Tom being chosen as a Slytherin prefect in fifth year.Of course he also remembered that the Chamber of Secrets was also opened by Tom in the fifth grade.It is impossible to prevent the young Voldemort from investigating the mystery of his life experience, so he will take a step back and consider - prevent Myrtle from dying, so Hagrid will not be framed for it.Harry didn't think the place he'd come to seemed like a memory, otherwise he wouldn't have had to spend all his energy on invisibility spells.As for whether it has returned to history, whether changing something will affect the future, he doesn't know, he can't verify it, and he can't think about it-he can't see someone dying in front of him, and he knows it will happen but he is indifferent. less than.

The premise of all this is to get close to Tom and gain his trust, and he can't even think of a good excuse now!

Harry thought to himself, and then saw that Tom seemed to have finally read the letter, put the envelope and badge in the box, put it in the old wardrobe, and locked it.Then he turned off the light, lay on his back on the bed, uncovered, eyes closed, but a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The moment the wardrobe door opened, Harry saw that it was empty except for a gray robe (the uniform of the orphanage).Now he saw that expression clearly with the help of the corner of the street lamp, and his heart began to ache for no reason.Why is he happy?While lying in bed hungry?Just for that prefect badge?Because that is a performance that is recognized by people?Harry thought he suddenly understood a little bit of Tom's burning desire to succeed.

He had been to this place in Dumbledore's memory, but Dumbledore couldn't see him behind the scenes.Harry couldn't help but began to question in his heart, if Dumbledore could have changed his method instead of watching so vigilantly, would the ending be different?Tom Riddle could be a fearsome Dark Lord, but he could also succeed without mountains of Muggle and Squib corpses.

He couldn't stay invisible like this anymore... Harry closed his eyes, he had to realistically follow Tom and do his best to keep him from making the same mistake again.Even though he is just a stranger in Tom's eyes, he still loves him, before and after.Harry took one last look into the room, where the dark-haired boy seemed to be asleep, with his head tilted to one side.It seems that he must hurry up and use the flying spell to go back and forth across the English Channel, so he should be able to catch up with the Hogwarts opening ceremony, right?

When Harry stood in front of the gate of Hogwarts Castle again, he saw a group of children standing at the door of the Great Hall.Fortunately, in time, Harry applauded himself in his heart.Isn't it just forging a study file in France, and then asking the headmaster who is already too old to write him a recommendation letter for Hogwarts? Who would notice this during the war?Well, it's the same as Tom always using Apparation... The Ministry of Magic is probably too overwhelmed to take care of such trivial matters. People kill and set fires every day. What's the big deal for an underage wizard to use a few transfer spells... And it's messy everywhere, no one knows whether he did it or another adult wizard... Of course, no one cares about him, but this should be the reason why he doesn't belong to this world...

Harry walked briskly up the steps and stood behind the nervous freshmen.Merlin, plus this time, he's already been sorted three times... Harry really hoped that the old hat could make a long story short, he was starving after a long trip.

As a result, Harry found sadly that Merlin really didn't care for him.The Sorting Hat chirped and sang a verse longer than any song he knew. The main content was that everyone should unite to resist the forces of darkness.Somehow, Harry thought, it was inspired by the Second World War.Of course, in the wizarding world, that is the German Dark Lord Grindelwald.Harry felt that he had waited for a long time, and his legs were almost unable to stand before he heard Dumbledore calling his name - of course, he is still the professor of Transfiguration now, and the headmaster, Mr. Dippet, is sitting behind him smiling Look at the students.

"This school year, we welcome a fifth-grade transfer student, Harry Potter from the Sottilage College in France." Seeing that Harry was clearly taller than the freshman, all the students whispered.Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, the new Slytherin prefect who had been staring at the plate in front of him finally looked up.His eyes met Harry's, and Harry gave him a friendly smile.

"Boss, you are so charming!" The blond boy on Tom's side said to him with a smirk, "No one is looking at you, but you... Let me tell you, this Harry Potter looks pretty good... ..." Not only is it not bad, people around them are discussing that outstanding appearance.

"Abraxas, watch your words." Tom frowned indistinctly, and Malfoy's description made him feel like he was back in the materialistic Leicester Square in Muggle London.The thought made him uncomfortable, as if he had been reduced to the same level as the Muggles he hated.

Abraxas Malfoy, who was a year ahead of him, shrugged. Their leader was not interested in this, and it wasn't the first time he knew.

Diagonally opposite Tom, a dark-haired girl pursed her thick lips. "A Potter?" she said sarcastically. "Stupid Gryffindor, without a doubt..." If Harry had seen her, he would have known he was one of the Black ancestors. Take off a replica Bellatrix.

Harry didn't pay attention to the continuation of that laugh, because he was so absorbed in Occlumency.He was the same as before he came here, including a piece of Voldemort's soul.For his goal, just to be on the safe side, he had to borrow Voldemort's method to let the Sorting Hat see the piece of soul that hadn't fully fused.Facts have proved that this method is really effective. As soon as the sorting hat touched his hair, he yelled loudly: "Slytherin!"

Eladora Black's smirk froze, but she wasn't the only one who froze.Dumbledore watched in amazement as Harry walked towards the Slytherin table without hesitation, as if he'd expected it - and took an empty seat closest to Tom Riddle.

Tom clapped politely with the others.Dumbledore had noticed, and so had he.This transfer student is a bit interesting...