[HP] Dearest Enemy

It was pitch black, and his consciousness was chaotic.Locked in the stairwell again?Harry blinked, trying to reach out to push the stairwell door, but found that he couldn't lift his hand at all.

No, he won't be locked in the stairwell anymore because of a little thing, but why is it so dark around here... The headache seems to be splitting open, and the scar hurts like being pressed by a red-hot wire.A golden spot of light appeared, and Harry was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that he was back on the Astronomy Tower. Draco Malfoy was pointing his wand at the white-haired Dumbledore, who leaned palely On the wall of the Astronomy Tower, his wand is gone, and Malfoy is about to kill him.

No, Harry cried silently, no.

Dumbledore was talking to Malfoy, and the young Death Eater looked at the frail old man with contempt, and raised his head proudly.

"No, Dumbledore..."

Dumbledore was begging, begging Malfoy to kill him.

Malfoy laughed loudly, and then the face turned into a bloodied Snape, the house burning behind him.Snape opened his mouth.

"do not want!"

A green light flashed, and the screaming woman and crying child fell silent and stopped breathing.Hundreds of corpses were piled up like sacks, and Harry roared and shot spell after spell at the dark wizards who took pleasure in killing, but none of them could hit them.

"Do you think you can defeat me in this way, Harry Potter?" The wizard turned around, and it was Voldemort with a bloodless face, and a pair of slender pupils were red as if they were about to bleed.

"Bow to death, Harry." Voldemort raised his wand cruelly, and Harry felt as if he was about to be torn apart.

"I don't want to." Harry struggled to get a few words out of his mouth.

"Harry, what are you doing? Don't be stupid!" Hermione's voice came from far away.

"I'm back, do you still want me?" Ron stood in front of him, his hair was still as red as before, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Yes, of course!" Harry rushed to hug his buddy, but Ron was gone, a wand pointed at the back of his head like a gun.

"Harry!" Alex called him, as if from afar.

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Harry was quite seriously injured and was immediately admitted to a private room.Dumbledore and Pomfrey waited until the therapist came out of the ward, and the two hanging hearts didn't let go.

"He's probably going to have a fever by midnight," said the therapist, wiping his sweat. "We've got to keep someone here with him. He's smart enough to cast a protective spell on himself beforehand, otherwise I don't doubt he's alive." It's not until you send him here."

"Will he wake up?" Pomfrey asked with concern.

"It depends on luck." The therapist said with some uncertainty, "It's not difficult for his body to recover, mainly because it's a bit troublesome here." The therapist pointed to his head, "After he wakes up, his consciousness may become confused. Previously There have been instances where the poor man never came back to his senses."

The therapist shook his head and walked away.Dumbledore and Pomfrey looked at each other, and they both saw anxiety in each other's eyes.

"Poppy, you go back to school, tell Headmaster Dippet what happened, and then check Harry's office," said Dumbledore, "I'll stay here with him."

"I'll call a house-elf over. Poor man." Pomfrey wiped the corners of his eyes and hurried away.

Dumbledore walked into the ward.Most of Harry's body and right arm are wrapped in bandages, like a freshly unearthed mummy.He sank in the soft hospital bed, his head turned slightly to one side, his brows were tightly frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to be in pain.

"Dumbledore." Harry suddenly called Dumbledore's name in an extremely weak voice, and the latter came to Harry's side in surprise, but found that it was just his rambling.Harry's bloodless lips were twitching slightly, whispering something.

Being called out suddenly aroused Dumbledore's curiosity.He gently closed the door of the ward, put his ear close to Harry's lips, and listened carefully to Harry's indistinct sleep talk.Harry's dreams were chaotic and restless, and he was agitated, but Dumbledore managed to catch every word in his inaudible babbling.

Dumbledore, Malfoy, Snape, Alex, Ron, Cedric, Sirius...and Voldemort.

Some names are familiar and some are unfamiliar.Dumbledore became more and more curious about what Harry had been through, and he knew nothing about the young man's teenage experiences.Harry suddenly and nimbly grabbed Dumbledore, who was next to him, with a bandaged hand, and said something in a barely audible voice that shocked him.

"Dumbledore is dead... Snape did it... I saw it with my own eyes..."

Dumbledore's pupils suddenly tightened.Harry was still talking, but couldn't hear clearly.Dumbledore gently put Harry's hand back beside him, and watched as he turned his head away as if he was being strangled.The healer's potion began to work, and Harry finally relaxed his brows and fell asleep.Dumbledore sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed and stared at the man on the bed with folded fingers.

He will die, will be killed by a man named Snape, and Harry has witnessed the whole process.I have to say that there are many doubts about Harry Potter, and Dumbledore noticed it before he entered school.But Harry was a well-behaved young man with many advantages. Although Dumbledore could not say that he could completely trust him, he did not believe that Harry would easily betray anyone.He knew he loved Hogwarts.Dumbledore began to speculate about Harry's origin. He has been studying time magic, so he should not be from this era.

Dumbledore suddenly understood that Harry came from the future, and he studied time magic in order to return to his own time and space.The brain began to function uncontrollably, and Dumbledore began to try to connect the intermittent words he heard from Harry with a thread called logic. This discovery made him shudder with excitement.

The disturbing dream continues, but the person in the dream is unaware of it.At this time, Harry was walking in the dark and quiet Forbidden Forest, holding the Resurrection Stone in his hand, and marching towards death accompanied by his relatives.He came to the clearing in the Forbidden Forest, but found that there were neither Death Eaters nor Voldemort, only the young Tom squatting on the ground with his back to him, clumsily throwing himself on something, laughing and running.Harry froze instantly, staring blankly as Tom let out a yelp of surprise when he spotted him, before stumbling towards him with his arms outstretched.

"Harry!"

The young boy called his name inarticulately, and suddenly tripped and was about to fall.Reflexively, Harry put his arms around his limp body.Little Tom hugged Harry's neck happily, and buried his face in the crescent of his neck.

Harry hugged that small body tightly, his heart softened involuntarily.

"Harry, Harry."

The toddler in his arms suddenly turned into a boy, and Harry watched as the black-eyed boy reached out to caress his cheek, getting closer and closer to him.

"I love you, Harry."

His lips were pressed up, and the tip of his tongue carefully traced the shape of his own lips.Harry began to tremble, trying to avoid his kiss, but Tom's tongue broke through the blockage of his teeth flexibly like a snake, and became entangled with his tongue, and his body was firmly bound by his arms , unable to move.

"I love you, Harry."

Even breathing seems to be taken away by him, and the body seems to be burning.The boy's voice was slightly hoarse, like a tempting and depraved magic voice.

Harry's eyes snapped open, drenched in sweat.Pain swept over him like a tsunami with his regained consciousness, threatening to engulf him almost immediately.It was a feeling Harry was familiar with, but it had never been so strong.Every cell in his body was screaming crazily, Harry subconsciously opened his mouth to cry out for pain, and then found that he didn't have the strength to cry out for pain at all, the moan was suppressed in his throat, and he could only let out a low whimper.

"Are you awake?" A blurry face appeared before Harry, and it took Harry a long while to recognize that person from the voice as Dumbledore.Unable to respond verbally, Harry moved his left hand, which was not wrapped in bandages, to show that he was awake.

Dumbledore let out a long sigh of relief, and went out to find the healer.

The therapist came back with Dumbledore soon after, and he gave Harry a simple examination, marveling as he made notes on the medical chart with the wooden board in his hand.

"You are very lucky, Mr. Potter." The therapist said in admiration, "Obviously the protective spell you cast on yourself has worked, and Mr. Dumbledore discovered it in time, otherwise you would not have woken up so easily. come over."

Harry curled his mouth weakly.Without glasses, everything is blurred in front of his eyes, and he can only recognize the surrounding situation by sound and shadows of different colors.It seems that he was sent to St. Mungo by Dumbledore.

The therapist went out for a trip and came back with several bottles and jars of different sizes.Harry, unable to exert himself, was forced to drink a bunch of various potions, and felt as if he had swallowed all the potions he wanted to drink in his life.

"What you need now is rest, Mr. Potter," said the therapist. "When you wake up again, you will feel like a different person."

Harry didn't know how to answer, his brain was as blunt as if everything was separated from him by an invisible wall.However, this time the speed of the potion's effect was very obvious, and he fell asleep before he could think about it.Dumbledore explained a few words to the house-elf who was standing by, and then walked out the door with the therapist.

Dumbledore said to the therapist, "I'll be back in about an hour, and the house-elf inside will take care of Mr. Potter for me for a while."

The healer clearly disapproved of the house-elf's taking over Dumbledore's care of his patient, but he made no objection: "With the dose I've given him, Mr. Potter should be able to sleep well for a few hours."

Dumbledore nodded, said goodbye to the healer, and left St. Mungo's to apparate back outside Hogwarts.

Headmaster Dippet and Madam Pomfrey were inspecting Harry's laboratory when Dumbledore returned to school.Dumbledore only knew that Harry had never given up his research on time magic, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Albus, how is Harry?" Headmaster Dippet immediately got to the point when he saw Dumbledore enter the door.

"Harry woke up once, but was too wounded to speak," said Dumbledore. "The healer told me he could sleep peacefully for six hours. How did the explosion happen?"

"Harry seems to want to add a spell to the Time-Turner." Headmaster Dippet handed a black metal block to Dumbledore. "That spell conflicted with a certain rune on the gear. Haha Leigh wrote runes on the whole room and his desk, or the wall would be blown away."

Pomfrey shook his head aside: "Too careless."

"Harry has been studying time magic for many years," said Dumbledore. "He is obsessed with it."

"I hope he will get better soon." Principal Dippet sighed, "There are not many wizards with outstanding abilities like him."

"The therapist told me that Harry must live in St. Mungo's for at least a month," said Dumbledore. "I'm afraid he will have to recuperate for a while after that."

The three talked for a while, and Principal Dippet and Pomfrey left together.Dumbledore stayed to check Harry's laboratory again, and found that almost nothing of value in the laboratory had been preserved.Dumbledore called two house elves to clean up the wreckage in the laboratory, put the things that could be used on Harry's desk in categories, and then returned to St. Mungo's again.Because of the potion, Harry slept soundly this time. Dumbledore left Fox in Harry's ward, and said a few words to the therapist on duty before going back to rest.

It was daylight when Harry opened his eyes again.The pain that seemed to be dismantled all over the body was relieved a lot, but it was still painful to move a little bit, but the brain was completely awake.Harry opened his mouth, and made a weak, thin sound.

"Is anyone there?" Without glasses, everything in front of him was very blurry.

A golden and red shadow fell in front of Harry's eyes like a whirlwind, and let out a pleasant clear cry.Harry stretched out his still intact left hand to caress the big bird that landed on him, and the corners of his lips curved slightly into a smile.

"Hi, Fox," Harry said angrily.

With a low cry, the Phoenix spread its wings and disappeared from Harry's eyes.Immediately afterwards, a trembling voice came from under the bed, asking Harry humbly what he needed.Harry was in a daze for a few seconds before realizing it was probably a house-elf.

"Water," said Harry curtly, "and glasses."

The elf immediately handed Harry the glasses on the bedside, and then poured a glass of water to Harry's lips to feed him.

The door opened suddenly, the healer and Dumbledore walked into the ward one after the other, Fox stopped on Dumbledore's shoulder.The elf bowed to the three of them and went to bring Harry his breakfast. The therapist began to examine Harry and left after leaving a pile of potions. Dumbledore was on the stool next to Harry's bed sit down.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked.

"Not as bad as yesterday," said Harry. "I think I'll probably have to stay in bed for a while."

"You'll have to stay for at least a month, Harry," said Dumbledore, as the elf brought Harry's breakfast.

Harry smiled wryly: "It seems that whether I want to live or not is up to me."

Dumbledore nodded.Harry picked up the spoon with his left hand, but the house-elf kept insisting on feeding Harry, saying that the healer had told him not to do any strenuous activity.Harry had no choice but to let it go.

Dumbledore had been patiently watching Harry eat his breakfast, his fingers caressing the golden feathers on the phoenix's head unconsciously.Dumbledore didn't speak again until Harry finished his breakfast and drank his medicine.

"I cleaned the laboratory for you." Dumbledore briefly explained Harry's loss.

"Thank you," said Harry softly. "If possible, I wouldn't want anyone else to know what happened to me."

"Isn't Tom notifying either?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "He doesn't need to know."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, but said nothing: "You need someone to stay here to take care of you. It's a pity that I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I can't come every day."

Harry certainly didn't want Dumbledore to accompany him in the hospital.He thought about it for a while, then looked into those blue eyes: "Alex, I don't think he will refuse."

Dumbledore did not show any unexpected expression, and Alex was also a suitable candidate in his opinion: "I will write the letter for you."

Harry nodded his thanks, but didn't look away.He instinctively felt that Dumbledore still had something to say.

"Before I leave, I want to ask you a question." Dumbledore leaned forward slightly, "How did you come here from the future time and space?"