[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom felt a little pain in his head.

He knew that Harry had learned Occlumency and Legilimency with the help of Snape, and he could no longer freely enter Harry's mind to observe his life as before; Tell Dumbledore, and take a turn for the worse with Harry.Fortunately, Nagini would report Harry's movements to him from time to time, but judging from the results, the changes in Harry after getting the diary were very similar to what he expected.Although Harry was still with his friends, he could not help but alienate them.Harry didn't take the initiative to find Tom again, but chose him as the object to practice Legilimency.Annoyed by this, Tom questioned Harry several times, but received no response, and for the first time Tom felt powerless against Harry.

Harry was trying his best to digest the knowledge he got from memory, and he used Tom as a training object for his Legilimency, but Tom's brain defense was very complete, and he rarely succeeded. Will be immediately detected and blocked, while resisting Tom's attack on his own brain.Although it was always a headache for him, after Harry's OWLs, the scar was less painful and his Legilimency had improved a lot.

"Why do you want to learn to duel?" Sirius looked at his godson's increasingly mature face, "Isn't it enough for you to have excellent grades in OWLs?"

"You know, I want to be an Auror when I graduate, just like you." Harry shrugged. "Even if you do some training for me in advance?"

"You still have traces on you, dear Harry." Sirius put his godson's shoulders on his shoulders, "You can't ask me to break the rules of the Ministry of Magic."

"I didn't think that the word "provision" was in your dictionary." Harry looked at him with a half-smile, "Remus told me everything you did with my father."

Sirius frowned and grimaced helplessly.

"Regulus has already given me something that can be temporarily removed." Harry raised his wrist and swung the watch on his wrist. "What are you worried about?"

"If something happens to you, Lily will kill me." Although Sirius said so, he didn't stop, and walked out with Harry, "Where are you going?"

"Forbidden Forest." Harry said softly, "If you break things at home, Regulus will probably go crazy."

"It's not very safe there." Sirius disagreed.

"If you can sneak into the castle, I know a good place." Harry turned his head to look at his godfather, curling the corners of his mouth, "Would you like to go and see together?" "Sneak into the castle?" Sirius stared at Harry looked at it for a few seconds, then ruffled his godson's hair: "Good idea! I find that you look more and more like James."

Harry grinned, a look of sadness in his eyes.

Sirius intended to inform Dumbledore afterward that he and Harry needed to borrow the Occupancy Room, but the gray-haired old man knew as soon as the two stepped into the castle.With Sirius watching, Dumbledore wasn't worried about what would happen to Harry, just a little concerned about Harry's condition.

Harry has never found himself since he found the tombstone.And according to the observations of himself and Severus, Harry began to change after the Triwizard Tournament.The green-eyed teenager became silent and began to train himself consciously.Snape angrily told himself that Harry used threats to force him to teach him Occlumency, but he didn't come to him until Harry fully learned this obscure magic.

Harry didn't trust him, the green-eyed boy reminded him of the mild-mannered young man who made his tea well.Back then, Harry chose to trust himself in the end out of helplessness, but now Harry had no intention of trusting himself from the beginning.Dumbledore had no idea when Harry's scars began to change, or how Harry learned the whole story after discovering the tombstone.The teenager had chosen to bypass his own upbringing, and Dumbledore was deeply disturbed by the list of books he had borrowed in the Restricted Section.

It's time to talk to him.

"Harry, do you have anything to say to me?" Dumbledore asked, but Harry lowered his eyes to avoid his piercing gaze.

"No, no." Harry said holding his teacup, "I'm fine."

"Really?" Dumbledore asked emphatically.

Harry put his head down in thought for a moment, then looked up. "If you're worried about Voldemort, I really have nothing to say. I can take care of myself, Professor Dumbledore."

"Sirius told me you were learning to duel," said Dumbledore. "Are you going to fight Voldemort?"

"Yes, I do have this plan." Harry replied frankly, "Siris taught me a lot, but I don't think practicing with Sirius will defeat Voldemort."

Dumbledore looked at the young man sitting in front of him, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.Sirius had told him what Harry's dueling practice was like, and Dumbledore had no doubt that Harry knew all about it.Harry had his own thoughts and plans, and was moving forward on his own terms.

After finishing his tea, Harry put the cup gently on the table: "Professor Dumbledore, I can handle my own affairs, please trust me."

"You're only sixteen, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Too young."

"But I've got to face this sooner or later, don't I?" said Harry quietly. "What's going to come will always come, and there's no point running from it. I can take on the burden, and you don't have to take it." Imposed on myself. I know what I'm doing and I know what I'm supposed to do. It's impossible for me to think of myself as a child anymore. I'll do what I have to do, don't worry. I think I should go Thank you, Professor Dumbledore, for the tea."

Dumbledore looked at the black-haired and green-eyed boy with a little sadness and left after bowing to himself, and sighed heavily.Harry was more and more like the green-eyed young man in his memory. It was impossible for Dumbledore to hold this young man in his hands like he was taking care of his grandson. He had already begun to escape from his control.

More and more people noticed the changes in Harry.Hermione and Draco were the first to discover this. The green-eyed boy would laugh happily because of his friends' jokes or embarrassing things, and would wantonly shout his joy and excitement on the Quidditch pitch, but in his quiet Sometimes, there will be a faint atmosphere of alienation unconsciously on the body.Many girls in the school liked Harry very much, but Harry gently and politely turned everyone down.When Draco or Ron asked, Harry would just smile faintly and prevaricate with other topics.Harry began to keep silent in the conversations of his friends, and would often take walks by the lake alone.He doesn't mind being company on his walks, but he doesn't talk as much as he used to, and seems to prefer to be alone.

On the night after the NEWTs exam, Harry called Tom out of his mind.It was the first time Harry had called him that way since learning Legilimency.

【Tom, I have something to tell you. 】

A few minutes later, Tom responded: [What's the matter? 】

【I want to see you. 】

silence.

【……time and location? 】

[At twelve o'clock tonight, in the Forbidden Forest, in front of the tombstone. 】

【……it is good. 】

Tom stood up to pour himself a glass of wine when Harry asked another question.

【will you come? 】

【meeting. ] Tom replied.

Tom felt that Harry seemed to want to say something more, but Harry cut off the connection decisively.Tom sighed, took out a bottle of wine and a crystal glass from the wine cabinet, poured the brightly colored liquid into the glass, and drank it slowly.

It was finally time to end, he was already tired of waiting, tired of that green-eyed boy's temptation and defense against him.It would all be over tonight, and he would finally find the relief and peace he wanted.

Harry methodically gathered his last belongings.He packed most of the things into the box, leaving only a few items in his own space bag.The bag was a birthday present from George and Fred. The bag was filled with space magic and could hold things many times larger than itself.

He was alone in the dormitory, and everyone was enjoying their last short time at Hogwarts.Harry put the box back under the bed, then took out a letter and put it on his pillow, drew the curtains, bewitched his bed, and walked out wearing the cloak.Harry didn't stop when he passed Ron who was playing chess with Seamus.He stood at the door and waited for a while, then climbed out of the portrait hole following Ginny who was out with her boyfriend.

Harry wandered the castle, carefully dodging the students in the corridors.Harry saw Draco and Hermione walking by the lake.His blond friend was talking, and Hermione covered her mouth with a chuckle at something he said.

Harry stopped by a tree, and smiled as he watched the two friends stroll by the lake until curfew and then walked back to the castle side by side, then took off the invisibility cloak and put it into the space bag.He took out a pair of round-rimmed glasses from the other pocket and put them on the bridge of his nose, changed the style of his school robe a little, and walked quietly into the dark woods.

There was already a person standing in front of the tombstone, wearing a black cloak, looking down at the tombstone, his tall and thin back looked a little lonely.Harry didn't bother him, standing quietly by a tree, holly wand in hand.

The moonlight leaked from the branches and leaves, leaving faint mottled light spots on the ground, as light as gauze, and as light as smoke.Harry stepped into the open space and stood still. The person in front of the tombstone slowly turned around and showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Good evening, Tom," said Harry softly. "You're early."

"Good evening," said Tom, in the same soft voice, as if the surprise had been an illusion. "You were on time, Harry."

"Shouldn't I?" Harry spread his hands, not hiding the wand in his hand.

"No, that's fine. You've grown up a lot," said Tom. "You're a lot like him, and you're getting more and more like him."

Harry smiled slightly and bowed to Tom.

"You know what I want to do, Tom," said Harry, straightening up.

"Yes, I know." Tom replied, owed Harry and slowly took out the yew wand in his pocket. "I don't want to delay too long."

"I will do my best," said Harry, pointing his wand at the heart of the man with dark red eyes. "I hope you will do your best too."

"I'll try," said Tom flatly, raising his wand to the same height.

The two looked at each other calmly, and then started to move at the same time.

duel.The two silently shot spells at each other from their wands, while deftly dodging each other's attacks.Harry moved very quickly, and Tom was not slow.Tom used the surrounding trees as cover, and the spells were mostly used for protection, while Harry spared no effort to attack, and the spells fell on the surrounding trees and grass like raindrops.

"Attack, Tom!" Harry yelled after his spell was blocked by Tom's shield for the third time. "Why don't you take it seriously? Don't let me down!"

Tom didn't answer, and raised his wand to block Harry's spell.

"Answer me!" Harry roared, flicking his wand so hard that it almost sliced ​​through the thin air.Tom had to conjure up a shield for the fourth time to resist. The curse fell on the shield, changed its direction and hit the blue-gray tombstone, and the shield was also cracked into several pieces.Startled slightly, Tom subconsciously shot a white light at Harry.Harry dodged narrowly, and the curse wiped his face and hit a tree behind Harry. The thick tree was cut in two by the curse, and it slowly fell backwards.

Tom frowned involuntarily, and then deliberately met the spell shot from Harry's wand.

Harry was startled, but the curse had already hit the opponent.Tom was hit by the spell and stepped back a few steps, bumped into the tree behind the tombstone, and slowly lowered his body.

"Tom!" Harry ran towards him immediately, but Tom, who was sitting on the remains of the tombstone, raised his wand at him.

"It's not over, Harry." Tom panted, half of his face was illuminated by the moonlight, and he was pale and bloodless.

Harry watched him silently, then knocked his wand away with a wave.

Tom gave a low laugh, then raised his head to look at the green-eyed boy standing in front of him.

"Now, kill me, Harry," whispered Tom. "Your mission is done."

"Do you want to die that much?" Harry asked, eyes hidden behind glasses, his expression invisible.

"Hurry up, I don't want to wait too long." Tom rested his head on the rough tree trunk and watched Harry raise his wand, then closed his eyes.

The spell hit his chest, but the place where the previous spell hit didn't hurt anymore.Tom felt Harry crouch down in front of him, and then opened his eyes.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Tom asked softly, but Harry had already let go of his wand.

"I didn't come to see you to kill you," said Harry. "There are things you need to know."

"What's the matter?" Tom asked.

"I've seen him," Harry said softly. "It's just a memory, but he knows what you've done and what you're going to do. He's been watching you in his diary."

Tom stared straight at him, his lips trembling slightly.A few seconds later, Tom avoided those green eyes and lowered his eyes: "So what? I was the one who killed him."

"That's not the case. At that time, his vitality was running out. You just let him go in advance." Harry said softly, stretching out his left hand to caress Tom's face, "He didn't blame you, never."

"You mean that he forgives me? Forgive Voldemort? Forgive someone who killed his own family? Forgive a heinous person?" Tom laughed, tilting his head away from Harry's touch. "I can't be forgiven." Yes, I know what I did, and those actions cannot be forgiven, no matter who it is."

"You didn't kill my father, I know that," said Harry softly. "It was Bellatrix who killed him."

"What's the difference between that and being killed by me?" Tom sneered. "I know I'm stupid, but I don't need your pity or sympathy. Kill me, Harry, and go to Deng with my wand." Bullido, he will give you the reward you deserve."

But Harry didn't move.Tom grabbed Harry's right hand that was holding the wand, and pressed the tip of the wand to his chest.

"You haven't learned the Unforgivable Curse, but you know the principle. You don't have to use those spells, as long as they are powerful enough, ordinary spells can kill people. The cutting curse you just had is very good, it can kill me completely. I have always I've been waiting for this day, and I don't want to wait any longer, Harry."

Harry looked him in the eyes, Tom didn't look away, and met his gaze quietly.

"You're a selfish person," whispered Harry, still pointing his wand at Tom's chest, "wanting everything to go your way. You've been a very selfish person from the past, and as long as you can satisfy yourself, Others are nothing to you, no matter who they are."

"Yes, I am."

"You killed Harry, and then started using your abilities and methods to trick everyone, including yourself."

Tom laughed dryly: "Yes, I am."

"You succeeded, so you think I should kill you for granted, because I have no reason not to kill you. Indeed, I can't find a reason not to kill you. Your crime is unforgivable, and you are an enemy and subordinate. Disappointed bastard."

Tom looked at him silently, then said slowly, "Yes, I am."

Harry stared at him intently, and for a moment looked like he was going to grab Tom by the collar and beat him up, but he just put his wand away.

"I won't kill you. Killing will stain the murderer's soul. I don't want to go to hell with you after death." Harry said stiffly, "My soul will not be given to anyone."

A bitter smile appeared on Tom's face, and he looked down.

"It won't stain your soul to kill a sinful man," said Tom softly, "and I did it of my own free will."

"I wouldn't do that, Tom," said Harry softly, slowly coming closer to Tom's face. "I would absolutely regret seeing you die in front of me like this. I don't want to regret it."

"Regret?" Tom looked up. "Why?"

"Because there are things I haven't said yet. I've forgiven you." Harry cupped his face, staring into those dark eyes, "I won't kill someone I've forgiven."

"Who are you?" Tom asked uncertainly.

"I'm Harry." Harry smiled. "It's just Harry."

"Harry." Tom whispered Harry's name, stroked the bangs on the other's forehead, revealing the covered lightning-shaped scar, "You really forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you," answered Harry clearly, resting his forehead on Tom's. "I forgive you for everything you've done to me, for everything you've done for me. It's not sympathy, it's not pity. I Never blamed you."

"Harry, I'm sorry." Tom stroked the boy's cheek, his voice was a little rough, "I'm sorry. Hearing this is enough, the Dark Lord doesn't need to forgive."

"Don't say no, Tom," said Harry. "I've been preparing for today, and I've been thinking about it for a whole year before I've made up my mind. You've imposed this fate on me, and I won't be so obedient as to accept your request." ’” Harry hugged Tom tightly, “Now, it’s up to me to ask you for it.”

Tom's body became stiff the moment he was hugged by Shaoyou. He subconsciously raised his hand to hug Harry back, but finally changed the hug into rejection.

"what do you want?"

"I want to be with you." Harry whispered in his ear.

Tom paused, then tilted his head slightly: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know," Harry replied, hugging him even tighter. "It's my choice. I want to be with you."

"why?"

"Because I am Harry." Harry bit his earlobe lightly, "and you are Tom."

"I'm not a good choice, you're still young, you're only 17 years old." Tom frowned, still trying to push away the boy who tied his arms.

"I knew you bastard would say that." Harry finally let go of Tom's arm, but then squeezed his shoulders. "Remember what you said? I'll give you the exact words!"

Tom tried to retort, but Harry's next movement forced him to swallow the words.Harry put his lips to Tom's and stopped his refusal with a kiss.Tom finally gave up resisting, and slowly closed his eyes, tears sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

Tom didn't return Harry's kiss, but he didn't refuse, but Harry didn't care.The kiss wasn't long, and Harry looked up quickly, then wiped the tears from Tom's face, and hugged him again.

"I want to be with you," said Harry softly, "whether you like it or not. I'll be with you until you go to hell."

"Silly boy," said Tom tremblingly, "your loved ones will be sad."

"You're the biggest fool," Harry retorted. "I've left them a letter and they know I'm dueling you. Dumbledore will take care of everything."

Tom asked softly, "You really want to understand?"

"Yes." Harry replied.Tom was silent for a while, and finally hugged the boy who was hugging him back.

"I want to travel the world," said Harry softly. "I want to see where you've been."

"I'll take you," replied Tom, burying his face in Harry's shoulder. "I'll take you. I love you, Harry."

"I love you too, Tom," replied Harry, smiling, "I love you too."

When Dumbledore, Snape, Sirius and Harry's three friends hurried to the clearing in the Forbidden Forest, there was no one there.There are traces of battles everywhere in the open space, broken trees and scorched turf, as well as deep or shallow pits on the ground, as well as the remains of tombstones scattered all over the place.

Hermione covered her mouth involuntarily; Draco's pale face lost all color; Ron opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at the mess; Sirius rushed into the Forbidden Forest and yelled Harry's words frantically. Name; Snape stood in the shadow of a tree as if rooted under his feet, as if trying to blend in with the surrounding trees.

Dumbledore walked over to the remains of the largest tombstone and bent down to pick up something.

"That's Harry's tombstone." Hermione saw the words on the tombstone clearly, and suddenly remembered something, "Harry once said that his name was engraved in a place that would never appear, so it turned out to be..."

She couldn't go on, and Draco gently wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Dumbledore sighed softly, in his palm lay a pair of round glasses.

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