Hogwarts: Tom is not the Dark Lord

Abraxas, who was resting on the bedside, heard the weak voice. He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to rub. After touching the soft hair, he rubbed it, "This is not a dream..." He lazily supported his head, Abraxas half-opened his eyes and flicked the confused Tom on the forehead, "You're actually going to fall ill. What are you so anxious about..."

His chaotic brain gradually became calmer. Tom looked away and subconsciously put his left hand under the quilt. He didn't want to see this person now. It would make him hate himself even more, just like the ferocious bruises and purple palm prints on his wrists all the time. No longer reminded him of how despicable he was.

"Abu... I'm sorry for worrying you, I'm fine." Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Tom tried his best to put on his usual gentle smile, forcing himself to imagine the person in front of him as a stranger.

Tilting his head expressionlessly, Abraxas kept adjusting his emotions, gritted his teeth and took out Tom's hidden hand. The bruises were very dazzling. He lowered his eyes and remembered the scene when he came in just now.

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After knocking on the door for a long time and receiving no response, Abraxas frowned and opened the door. When he saw the figure curled up on the ground and whimpering in pain, he rushed forward in a panic and picked him up. He cast a few detection spells before he breathed a sigh of relief. See the traces of terror.

Abraxas didn't believe that anyone could hurt Tom. There was only one possibility, and that was that he did it himself. How to describe his feelings, disbelief, heartache, self-blame, anger, the coma was about to torture him. Just like losing your mind.

"What on earth am I going to do..."

Feeling disgusted with his identity for the first time, Abraxas finished feeding the potion and sat quietly by the bed. When he wanted to treat Tom's wrist, the unconscious man held his hand firmly. Emotions that had calmed down once again became painful.

Abraxas had no choice but to give up the treatment action, and after letting go of his hand, he stayed on the side like this.

"Don't...go...don't...leave me...alone..."

Intermittent whispers like a nightmare reached his ears. Abraxas loosened his clenched lower lip and softly comforted the uneasy person, "How could I leave my beloved... You still owe me a dance... "

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Tom gently pulled out his clenched wrist, picked up his wand from the pillow, and no longer hesitated to treat his wrist. He chuckled and looked into those gray-blue eyes again, "It's really okay now. Can I?" Let me...go clean up after myself."

"Okay..." Abraxas put on the perfect noble mask again, stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his robe. The remaining potion in his mouth seemed to be diluted by the small tongue that had been chasing him, and he licked the corner of his mouth. He will get it. Waiting patiently is what he is best at, just so that he can taste the sweet taste again that makes him crazy.

Hearing the slight sound of the door closing, Tom breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed. The physical fatigue made him not want to move at all. He lay down again and looked at the lantern above his head, "Do I owe you a dance... Ha! What a beautiful dream, what a cruel reality..."

"Obviously you are just like me and don't understand what love is, but why do you want to give me hope again and make me waver... The person who is about to be by your side is not me..."