[HP] Dearest Enemy

"You've been living here all these years?" Harry looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar room, and Tom closed the door behind him.

"No, I'm just here to clean the dust regularly." Tom replied, and turned on the light. "The place where I live is too small. Let's live here today."

Harry nodded.This is the house Harry bought in the suburbs of London when Tom was still at school. It has been empty since Harry's death, and Tom has magically protected the house very well.Although the size of the urban area of ​​London has already exceeded this range in half a century of expansion, the house is still what it was 50 years ago.

"Choose one of the bedrooms upstairs and I'll get some necessities," Tom said to Harry. "Go to bed early, it's getting late."

"Tom." Harry called to stop those who came to the door. When Tom turned his head, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and unconsciously swallowed back the words he was about to blurt.

"what happened?"

"Come back early," said Harry, his voice trailing off. "Be careful on the road."

Tom froze for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth.Harry blushed instantly, and hurried upstairs.

"Obviously still a brat." Tom chuckled at Harry's panicked back, then opened the door and Apparated.

Harry tossed and turned in bed in the dark.Tom had obviously tidied up the house not long ago. The warm pillows and soft quilt smelled of sunshine, and there was no dust in the room.But Harry couldn't sleep, and his mind was always drifting unconsciously to what happened a few minutes ago.

He met Tom;

they dueled;

he kissed him;

It was the first kiss of his life;

……

Harry felt his face burn again.When Tom said good night to him just now, he was obviously fine, Harry thought with some frustration, and isn't this something he has been rehearsing all the time?But nothing went against my plan.

Tom looked not much older than Sirius, handsome, handsome, and mature, but he was completely different from the image of the invincible king in the photos he had collected.I don't know what magic he used to make himself look so young, maybe I can ask him.

But... Harry couldn't help but think of that kiss.It is true that I saw more than that in the memory of the diary, but I actually went to kiss him...

Harry covered his head with the quilt, how could he sleep like this! ! !

Tom lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling quietly, recalling every detail in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry... didn't expect him to do such a thing.When I first met him, I really thought that Harry had come back to life, but this Harry was obviously not him, although he was very similar to him, really similar, almost the same person.

He also kissed himself, what a bold boy.Tom slightly curled the corners of his mouth, the touch of that clumsy kiss still remained on his lips.Through his thoughts, Tom could feel that the teenager in the next room was in chaos, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Thank you Harry, I know how much you gave up for me.This time, I won't be a total jerk again.

Harry didn't know when he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found that the sun was just right outside.Harry looked around the room in a daze for a few seconds before he remembered where he was.

Harry dressed and washed quickly and headed downstairs, smelling food on the stairs.He walked into the kitchen nervously and saw Tom busy at the kitchen counter.

"Good morning, Tom," Harry stammered.The man in the apron turned his head and gave him a faint smile.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Tom. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's fine." Harry looked at him a little embarrassed.

"Sit down," said Tom. "Dinner will be ready soon."

Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and finally had to pull out his chair and sit down.

Tom quickly put the last course on the table, took off his apron and sat down at the table.Harry picked up his knife and fork, still nervous.Tom was quick to spot the tight line in the boy's shoulders.

"Harry." Tom called him softly, the green-eyed boy looked up, and Tom smiled at him, "Aren't you used to it?"

Harry nodded honestly.Although this decision is made by myself, it is really difficult to get used to it.

"It'll be all right in a few days," said Tom, "how about we change places?"

"No, it's fine here," Harry replied, "it just needs some changes."

"Okay." Tom nodded. "Is there anything else I need to buy?"

Harry thought for a while, then shook his head: "We just need to deform them a little bit."

Tom nodded and smiled at the boy sitting across from him.Harry felt a little uncomfortable being watched by him, and hurriedly lowered his head to eat his share of lunch.

It seemed that the atmosphere still needed to be adjusted, but Harry would get used to it.

By the time the two of them said good night to each other in the evening, Harry had already relaxed quite a bit.Unlike the night before, Harry fell asleep without turning a few times, but Tom had trouble falling asleep.

Although Harry has the memories in the diary, he is still a child. Even if he can't force his thoughts, Tom still feels that he should not allow Harry to be with him.He had to find a way to make Harry go back by himself, but if he really let Harry go like this... To be fair, Tom didn't want Harry to go.He wanted to hug the teenager, to kiss him, to travel the world with him, just as Harry had described him.

Tom fell asleep, but his dreams were not peaceful.Tom dreamed of killing Harry. Great grief and regret engulfed him, and Tom was awakened by his dream.The green-eyed teenager watched the heart-wrenching tragedy with a frown, and then realized that this was Tom's dream.

Harry sat up and rubbed his scar, then threw off the covers and got out of bed, walked to the door of the next bedroom and knocked.

"Tom?"

There is no answer in it.Harry hesitated, opened the door and walked in.

Tom was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead.Harry walked slowly over to him and put his hands on his shoulders.

"Harry?" Tom turned around in surprise, his voice low and hoarse.

"You're having a nightmare," said Harry, pointing to his forehead. "I can feel it. The scar hurts badly."

"Sorry," Tom whispered, reaching to touch the scar on Harry's forehead.Harry couldn't help frowning slightly when his fingertips touched the scar, and Tom took his hand back immediately.

"Nothing to apologize for," said Harry.Tom looked into those green eyes, then took Harry's wrist.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Harry froze slightly, then nodded.Tom hugged the boy in front of him and buried his face in his skirt.Harry hesitated, then reached out and stroked Tom's back gently.

"It's over, Tom, I'm here," said Harry softly.

Tom didn't speak, but hugged him tighter.

"Tom." Harry felt some pain in his ribs, and Tom's arms were surprisingly strong.

"Don't go to-night," said Tom softly. "Stay here, Harry."

Harry froze, opened his mouth but couldn't speak.But just as he was hesitating, Tom let go of him, and reached out to pat his cheek.

"Go back to sleep," said Tom. "Thank you."

"No, I'll stay with you," said Harry, feeling his cheeks start to heat up. "You'll be in trouble if you have any more nightmares."

Tom watched Harry panickedly grabbing his wand on the bedside to make a copy of a pillow, then lay down on the bed and covered himself with the quilt, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, lying down on Harry's side.Harry's back was facing Tom. Although the bed was not too small, it was still a bit cramped when the two of them lay flat.

Harry kept his eyes open anxiously, regretting his impulsive decision just now, his heart was beating like it was going to pop out of his chest, but Tom didn't move at all, even his breathing was very steady.Finally, Harry couldn't help turning around to peek to see if he was asleep, but when he turned around, he saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him, and he froze immediately.

"You, you haven't fallen asleep yet." Harry opened his mouth after a few seconds.

Tom didn't speak, but stroked his cheek.

So Harry didn't know what to do.

"You don't have to push yourself like this, Harry," said Tom softly. "You still need time to get used to it."

Harry looked into those dark red eyes, and was finally defeated.

"I thought I was him," whispered Harry. "I thought I could take his place."

"No one can replace him, and no one can replace you," said Tom, pressing a kiss on Harry's forehead. "Go to sleep."

Harry opened his mouth, but finally closed it and turned away.He felt Tom move closer to him, and put his arms around his waist gently.

"I appreciate it, Harry," said Tom. "Good night."

"Good night," Harry murmured softly, not sure if Tom heard or not.

When Harry woke up the next day, Tom was no longer with him, and a bed was completely occupied by him.Harry was stunned for a while before going back to his room to dress and wash.

"Good morning." Tom had finished his breakfast and was drinking a cup of coffee. "We have to go out to do some shopping today."

"Good morning." Harry tried to sit down at the table as if nothing had happened. "What are we going to buy?"

"According to yesterday's modification plan, we still need these things." Tom handed Harry the list in his hand, "Look at what else needs to be added."

Harry took a look, most of them were daily necessities, including some Muggle daily necessities, which were very detailed.Harry pursed his lips and stole a glance at Tom.

"That's probably enough," said Harry, handing the form back to Tom, "but I think we'll have to fill in one piece of furniture."

"What is it?" Tom summoned a pen with wandless magic.

"A bigger bed," said Harry, blushing. "The one in your room is too small and cramped."

Tom froze for a moment, then laughed softly.

"Okay, I'll get a new bed." Tom added, laughing, to the bottom of the last line on the list, "It's up to you to choose the style, dear Harry."