[HP]Tom Potter

It's almost winter vacation, and Hog Olds Castle is covered with thick snow everywhere.At night, everything is so quiet except for the sound of wind and snowflakes falling to the ground.

In the small bedroom on the eighth floor, under the ceiling with faint moonlight, a little black-haired boy was sleeping in his warm little bed.His round face was flushed from sleep, the wings of his nose fluttered, and there were still a few beads of sweat on his nose.The delicate mouth is slightly opened, the pink tongue and a few small white teeth are faintly exposed, and there is a small stream of crystal saliva on one side of the mouth, leaving a spot on the fluffy feather pillow. Shameful traces of water in small pits.

"Woo~" As if seeing something bad in a dream, the little boy murmured in a low voice, and his pretty little eyebrows furrowed forcefully.

"Heihei, I'm afraid~~" The dream continued, and the boy's small body writhed uncomfortably under the quilt, as if he was trying to break free from the darkness and terror.Then, the boy blinked his closed eyes quickly a few times, and opened them with a look of panic.

"Albus, Albus~~~" the boy sat up, rubbing his eyes, and crying in a crying voice.

The moon and stars on the ceiling seemed to be awakened by the boy's cries, and they woke up from their dozes one after another. While shining, they spun around above the boy's head.The room suddenly brightened.Then the white-bearded headmaster in a pointed nightcap and blue nightgown appeared at the little boy's bedside.

The old man showed a gentle smile, stretched out his hand and hugged the sobbing little guy out of the messy quilt. "Oh, poor little Tom, are you having nightmares again?"

The little guy buried his head deeply in the warm chest of the old principal, and his little hands hugged the old man's neck tightly.Falling into An Xin's arms, the boy's cries became louder. "Albus, Tom is afraid..."

"Don't be afraid, Tom, Albus is here." The old man first put a warming spell on the room with the hand that was not holding the boy, and then gently patted the boy's back with this big wrinkled hand. "Good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, our Tom is the bravest good boy."

While speaking comforting words, the old man hugged the little guy and slowly circled around the room, letting the little guy calm down with regular shaking and patting.After a while, the little boy's crying and trembling gradually subsided until the moon and stars on the ceiling began to blink sleepily and the light gradually dimmed.

The boy let out a small hiccup and finally stopped crying.He rubbed his little face against the old headmaster's chest, wiped his tears and snot all over his nightgown, and then demanded in a heavy nasal voice. "Albus, you're sleeping with Tom."

When the boy and the old headmaster put on new pajamas (the old ones were already crumpled and covered with little Tom's tears) and nestled into the old headmaster's warm four-poster bed, little Tom blushed, Pulling the sleeve of the old principal to justify his crying just now. "Albus, I didn't cry just now, it was my eyes that were watering."

The old headmaster smiled and nodded the boy's little nose, "Of course, our Tom is the bravest boy, why would he cry?"

"Well, well. The eyes are the worst, and I will criticize them tomorrow." Little Tom nodded vigorously, then slowly closed his wet black eyes, and he began to feel sleepy again.

The old headmaster patted the little guy on the back to lull him to sleep.

Before falling asleep again, the boy complained in a soft childish voice, "The big snake is so fierce, Tom doesn't like it..."

The old principal patted the little guy's hand and paused indiscernibly, a sharp light flashed in his blue eyes.He tentatively whispered to the half-awake boy, "Tom, do you remember what you dreamed about?"

"It's all dark, there's a big house, there's a big snake, there's an ugly villain, they're going to bully Harry..." The boy tried hard to remember, but his voice became lower and lower.

"Tom?" the old man called softly.

huh~~

Little Tom had fallen asleep with his mouth open.

The old man gently tucked Tom in the quilt, brushed his fingers over the thin hair on the little boy's forehead, and his expression became serious.

The next morning, the little guy who woke up had forgotten all about his dreams.The old headmaster felt slightly regretful, but there was nothing he could do.Even the dark lord, who did all kinds of crimes, couldn't use Legilimency on a child who was only four and a half years old, because that would have no other effect except to collapse the child's young brain.

The old man carefully recalled the dream fragments that Tom revealed. The people in Tom's dream were malicious towards Harry, and they should be some Death Eaters hiding in the dark. The ferocious big snake in the little guy's mouth was probably Nagini next to Voldemort, but why did the little guy have such a dream?Were these also the nightmares he had before?

The old man frowned.The Dark Mark on the Quidditch World Cup has not yet been found out who released it. There is only a discarded wand left at the scene-it was later found out that it belonged to a very old wizard. Facing Auror's questioning , the old wizard's hands and feet were trembling constantly, and no one except the most paranoid would think that he could release that terrible mark.

The black wizards who made trouble that night all left quickly after seeing the mark.While many have guessed that some of them were, there is no way to bring them to court without evidence.The only fortunate thing is that because of their escape, the Muggles and ordinary wizards didn't suffer too much damage.

The missing Bertha Jorkins has never been seen, and while the Ministry of Magic insists that she simply lost track of time while traveling, Albus is skeptical because Jorkins was last seen in Albania - where the Dark Lord is hiding.This witch was too curious, but didn't have enough restraint, so she might be killed because she discovered some secret.

And that female reporter from the Daily Prophet, no one has seen her for a long time.Another missing person.This is also a witch who is keen to spy on other people's secrets, but her methods are very clever. Although she is disgusted and hated by many people, she has never been caught.The old wizard rubbed his nose in displeasure at the thought of the deceitful and sensational report about Harry.

The fading Dark Mark on Snape's arm became apparent.The Dark Lord is gradually becoming stronger. Karkaroff was acting terrified at this, apparently not yet in contact with his old master.So who was it that bewitched the Goblet of Fire and made Harry the fourth champion?

There are so many things this year.And what will happen to this Triwizard Tournament in the end?The old headmaster was a little dazed.

"Albus, cake~~" Little Tom didn't want to tug at the old man's white beard, "Tom's hungry."

The old man recovered from his contemplation immediately, happily took out his wand, and knocked on the empty plate in front of the little guy. A small cake in the shape of a unicorn and a glass filled with hot milk emerged from the air. out.He knocked on his empty plate again, and a delicate tea set with rose tea and a piece of bread with salted ham appeared soon.

While eating his own cake, the little guy stretched out his fork from time to time to pick out the old wizard's salty ham.After the lively and warm breakfast, it was soon 9 o'clock, and it was time for Remus.

In two days, it will be Hog Oates' winter vacation, and the whole castle is in chaos. Harry was also busy packing his luggage.This winter vacation, Harry and Tom are going to Black's old house.This was Harry's first visit to his godfather's house, so he was very excited and looking forward to it.

In order not to disturb the little wizards, Remus took Tom to the other side of the eighth floor and deftly opened the door to the Room of Requirement. What Remus entered was a large wooden house, bright sunlight came in from the large glass windows on the wall, and the whole room was bright.Looking out from the window, there are no other houses outside, and what you can see are large expanses of lawns and faintly visible rolling hills.A refreshing breeze blows into the house, bringing the breath of spring.

On the floor of the cabin, near the fireplace, was a large flat, hand-woven brown rug, covered with all kinds of brightly colored toys.A small coffee table with flowers and two wooden chairs with backrests covered with thick cloth cushions are placed beside the carpet, and a round rattan basket full of knitting needles and balls of yarn is placed on a wooden chair.A small solid wood bookshelf is leaning against the wall opposite the window. There are not many books on it, but they are all neatly arranged in alphabetical order.

As soon as Remus put Tom on the rug, the little guy immediately jumped on the pile of toys with bright eyes. "Tom, can you play by yourself?" The gray-haired wizard gently patted the little guy's head.And the little guy's mind was completely attracted by the new toy, he hummed without raising his head, and continued to think about the toy in his hand.

The gray-haired wizard smiled, walked to the bookshelf, and pulled out a frayed copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them". He opened the cover, and there was a line of delicate handwriting, "To Remus, my dearest son", Signed is Rosaline Lupine.The wizard's slender fingers slowly slid across the paper, and there was a trace of nostalgia and sentimentality in his eyes.

The two-way mirror in the wizard's pocket heated up, shattering his thoughts. Remus suppressed the emotion in his eyes, put the book back in place, took out the mirror and opened it.A handsome dark-haired wizard appeared in the mirror.

"Hi, dear Remus, how are you doing at Hogwarts?" Sirius happily showed his friend his eight bright white teeth.

"I'm fine." The gray-haired wizard said softly as he walked to the chair and sat down comfortably. "And, dear Sirius, if I remember correctly, two days ago we had a chat using the two-way mirror, and that's what you asked at the beginning."

"Really?" Black shrugged handsomely, without any embarrassment at all. "I'm so busy right now. I'm so tired of facing those boring nobles and officials, and piles of documents and accounts all day long. If I knew this, I would have competed with you to take care of little Tom .”

"Letting you take care of Tom, Albus won't agree to such a thing." Remus chuckled, and the slight worry between his brows subconsciously faded away. "The last few days when you came to Hogwarts to watch Harry's game, Albus specifically told me to keep an eye on you. You have a bad record in bringing down little Tom."

Sirius giggled, "Isn't it just to teach the little guy to lift the girls' skirts. No boy did such a thing when he was young."

"I've never done it." The gray-haired wizard raised his eyebrows and quickly shot back. "Harry didn't either."

"You are a special case." Sirius muttered, and then changed the subject. "By the way, Remus, I went to check what you said last time. I searched through the records of the Black family and the Ministry of Magic, but I couldn't find any records about the marriage between the Potter family and the descendants of Slytherin."

The black-haired wizard asked suspiciously, "Remus, I don't understand why you are looking for this. Is it because Harry understands Parseltongue? Albus has already said that it was the unexpected ability that Voldemort's failed death curse gave Harry."

The grey-haired wizard's expression became serious, he stood up, walked to a corner away from little Tom, and said softly: "If it's just Harry, I can accept Albus' explanation. But... Sirius, Tom can also talk to snakes. "

The expression of the black-haired wizard froze for a moment.

Remus seemed a little tired, "Just a few days ago, I saw Tom talking to a stone sculpture snake on the wall. Fortunately, it was only the two of us, and the little guy's ability was not seen by others."

"I warned the little guy at that time, and I was careful not to let him have any contact with snakes." The gray-haired wizard rubbed his brows, "But I don't know if people will find out in the future. After all, Tom is too young, he doesn't have any contact with snakes." Don't know what that means, and don't try to hide it."

"What did Albus say?" Sirius asked.

Remus shook his head, "I didn't tell him. I feel like Albus has some secrets about Tom that he's keeping from us. Even Snape probably knows more than we do. He often looks at the little guy with a very strange look."

Sirius looked at the faint disappointment on his friend's face, and felt a little sad in his heart.He comforted the wizard on the other side of the mirror, "Hey, buddy, don't think too much. You know, Albus trusts us. If there is something that is hidden from us for a while, it should be because of him. We have to Just trust Albus, don't you?"

Hearing the man's comfort, Remus' heart warmed and he laughed. "Sirius, it's rare for you to be so calm. I was worried that if you made a fuss about coming to Hogwarts, how would I dissuade you?"

Sirius pouted, "In your heart, am I that reckless and unreliable?"

"Of course, the young master of the Black family can never be said to be a reliable symbol."

"Remus, you are too much~~"

"By the way, I saw our Marauder's Map in the hands of the Weasley twins a few days ago, but unfortunately it was confiscated by Moody soon."

"That's a pity, Remus, see if you can get the map back from that old guy. I've got a good idea."

"No. I don't want to be classified as a dangerous object by Albus and suffer the same fate as you."

"Damn moon face~~"

"Haha~~"

Two adult wizards in their thirties start bickering through the two-way mirror, as if they are back to their carefree, unrestrained youthful school days.All the gloom and worries are far away from them at this moment.

On the other side of the room, little Tom was sitting on the carpet and playing happily. His beloved small satchel was now thrown aside by the owner who liked the new and hated the old.A thick glass bottle the size of Tom's fist rolled out of the bag, and a beetle scrambled desperately inside, trying to escape from the glass bottle that imprisoned it.

This was a gift from Remus to little Tom two weeks ago.After playing for a while, the little one got tired of the panicked beetle and threw it casually into the bag.If Remus hadn't reminded the little guy to feed the beetles every day, Tom would have forgotten about the bottle.

In fact, it wasn't just the old headmaster who kept secrets from Remus, Remus also had little secrets that he didn't tell the old headmaster, didn't he?

The author has something to say:

A chapter with a lot of weight, which slightly makes up for yesterday's lack of updates.

By the way, did everyone notice the cover that I worked so hard on?Only Sister Watermelon left a message of praise.tears~~

PS: Regarding CP, please re-read the end of the chapter on the Christmas Ball and have a word with the author.Thank you for your support. :)