[HP]Tom Potter

In Little Hangleton's cemetery, Harry, who was tied to the marble monument with ropes, looked at the man in front of him with disgust, the knife wound on his arm was still bleeding bright red.The Goblet of Fire that he brought over from the arena had completed its mission and was lying alone on the lawn not far away.

And the newly resurrected Dark Lord also looked at his fateful enemy.There was a strange red light in his black eyes, and his face without nose and eyebrows looked particularly ugly and terrifying in the gloomy cemetery.He was only wearing a large black robe with no pattern on his body, but his expression was like that of a king in gorgeous royal robes.

Behind him stood a middle-aged witch with no expression.Even though it was getting dark, Harry recognized her as the missing Bertha Jorkins mentioned in the Daily Prophet.

"Looks like you recognized her." Voldemort smiled maliciously at Harry, "Jorkins, say hello to your dear savior boy."

The witch grinned blankly, showing a twisted smile.She looks like a puppet without a soul.

Voldemort seemed impressed, and he started pacing in front of Harry, "What a stupid woman, curious, gullible, overreaching. But if she hadn't foolishly stepped into the Albanian forest, I might still be in that damn The place."

He glanced at Harry, "Harry Potter, can you imagine? In that place, the tall trees shaded the sun, and the fallen leaves of adults accumulated a rotten smell. And it was because of you that I was greatly hurt and weak I have to survive by possessing those lowly animals, sometimes snakes, sometimes birds, even bats and mice. I shuttled through the grass and caves to find food, chewing on the teeth of Nagini. I found stinking raw meat, even rotten meat. What's worse, I don't know if this day will end..."

"You deserve it." Harry looked up at Voldemort and said word by word.

"Cruciate!" Voldemort flicked his wand lightly, Harry's bones seemed to be roasted by fire, and his head was about to tear apart crazily.

"Potter, didn't Dumbledore teach you to be polite when others are speaking!" Voldemort looked coldly at Harry who clenched his teeth and kept silent, "Later, with Nagini's help, I subdued this woman, and Successfully cast the Imperius Curse on her. I was so careful because I knew this woman was already the best help I could get. Sure enough, with a witch who can use magic, I was back to human in no time body. Although still weak, I can already leave that forest.”

Albus is correct. Harry thought to himself, if the Ministry of Magic hadn't foolishly insisted that Jorkins' disappearance was just an ordinary incident and searched for it earlier, Voldemort would never have been able to hide here safely.

"Back to England, what I want most is to get back my own power. But how to do it? I finally thought of this ancient magic, using my father's bone, servant's flesh and enemy's blood to obtain rebirth. Harry Potter , my enemy is of course you. But you are too well protected by Dumbledore, I have no way to catch you, and Jorkins is not my servant, she is just a puppet controlled by me with the Imperius Curse."

Voldemort said everything triumphantly, "At this time, luck once again took care of me. On the night of the Quidditch match, I was surprised to find that I still had a loyal servant. We tried our best to get him into the Hogwarts, plus this Triwizard Tournament, became the best way to get you out of Dumbledore's hands. You should have guessed that he put your name in the Goblet of Fire, and put the flame Cup made into a Portkey. And according to the plan, he will help you win the championship. But I must admit that your excellence exceeded our expectations, and you were able to win No.1 on your own."

Harry was surprised to find that he could ask the question calmly. "Who's that guy hiding at Hogwarts? I don't see anyone in the school missing half an arm." He glanced at a bloodstained cloth at Jorkins' feet that had once wrapped a severed hand.

Voldemort opened his mouth and revealed a weird and terrifying smile. "I have summoned him, and he will come over soon. Moreover, he will bring me a wonderful gift that you didn't expect."

Just when Harry was about to continue asking questions, the air in the cemetery twisted strangely, as if he had been brought by the Goblet of Fire, and another person came through the portkey.

"Professor Moody!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.How is this possible? He had doubts about Durmstrang's annoying headmaster, and some sneaky dark wizards, but he never thought about his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, the former Auror, Albus His best friend is actually under the Dark Lord.

Then, Harry found Tom who was being held carefully by the wizard.The little boy was now dazed and not crying from the dizzying journey of the Portkey.

"Tom!" Harry was about to call out, when the Dark Lord struck him with a spell, his lips seemed to be stuck together tightly with super glue, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't open them.

Moody didn't even glance at Harry out of the corner of his eye. He stared feverishly at the Dark Lord, who had withdrawn his wand, and knelt at his feet. "Master, I'm back."

Voldemort shook his robe, "Barty, the Dark Lord will remember everything you have done. Now, give me what I want."

Barty?Before Harry could doubt it, the wizard placed the boy in his hand respectfully at Voldemort's feet, then bowed and took two steps back. "Master, this is Tom Potter, the little master you mentioned with Slytherin blood."

Voldemrt looked at the boy with interest, the boy was now awake, his big black bright eyes were timidly looking at the ugly man in front of him.He wanted to step back, but his back was against a transparent and elastic wall.

"Little master..." Voldemort sneered.

"Master, did I do something wrong?" Moody looked at Voldemort in panic. "But, he is Tom Potter, that's right, and I've tested it, he really understands Parseltongue."

The Dark Lord smiled, and addressed his servant kindly. "You're right." Then he pointed his wand at Moody relentlessly, "Forget it all!"

The wizard fell down next to Tom with puzzled eyes, and the boy jumped up in fright.

"Tom Potter, stupid name," Voldemort said.

"A child who grew up in Dumbledore's arms, who has no worries about food, clothing, and love..." he said in a creepy long voice, "a crybaby who doesn't understand anything, who knows nothing but acting like a baby, I thought the world revolved around him... What an enviable childhood..."

"Hmm..." On the other side, Harry, whose mouth was sealed by magic, struggled vigorously, the strong rope left streaks of blood on his wrist and arm.His body leaned forward, his emerald green eyes fixed on Voldemort's every move, wishing he could immediately pounce on the man who dared to hurt the little boy.

"Harry Potter, do you feel sorry for this little brother?" Voldemort looked over.

"Harry!" Tom immediately spotted his brother, and rushed towards him with tears in his eyes, but was trapped by the magic wall again, and could only lie down on it and look at his brother tearfully. "Harry, Tom is so scared!"

Voldemort raised his wand, and Tom, who was crying out loud, was lifted into the air. "It seems that your respected principal didn't tell you that this child is part of me—your most hated enemy. On that night of more than ten years, I suffered the worst defeat because of your mother's sacrifice. And my Failed magic left you with that famous lightning scar that made you the savior of the wizarding world. But it didn't occur to me, nor could anyone, that there was something else left of you."

Harry shivered suddenly.

The Dark Lord waved his wand gracefully and exaggeratedly, "It seems that the wise golden boy has figured it out. That is a little bit of my soul."

The Dark Lord watched with pleasure as Harry's expression contorted, as if someone had suddenly cast a Cruciatus Curse on him. "It's so small, insignificant, so weak that it doesn't even have self-awareness, but it has unlimited potential. Just like a seed buried in the soil will germinate, he slowly grows up and becomes a complete soul, even, His eyes turned to Tom, and Tom immediately shrank to the other side in fright. "A real body was born. Small, but whole, healthy, and full of vitality."

"It's all because of you, Harry Potter." Voldemort bowed aristocratically to Harry, like an actor performing on a stage. "It was your magical power that nourished him. It was you who defeated the 16-year-old me and transferred my vitality to him."

Harry stared blankly at Tom, as if he couldn't hear Voldemort's vicious words at all.

"However, a part is always just a part." The black wizard pointed his wand at Tom, who had shrunk into a small ball under his pressure and dared not move. "In this world, there is always only one real me. This The fresh flesh, the living soul, and the leaping magic will all come back to me and become a part of me again, making me stronger."

When the tip of the wand touched Tom's forehead, several dazzling lights emerged from the center of Tom's forehead, flew around Tom like fireflies, and then floated towards Voldemort at the other end of the wand, and then disappears between his brows.

Then, more rays of light emerged.Between the two of them, there seemed to be a beautiful bridge of light built by countless stars.But under that beauty, there is a ruthless life-snatching.

As the light overflowed from Tom's body bit by bit, the little boy's rosy and healthy skin began to turn pale, and the blood on his lips also disappeared. The boy even shivered because of the drop in body temperature.On the contrary, the Dark Lord's withered face seemed to be full of flesh and blood, slowly becoming fuller, and the two big spider-like hands exposed outside became smooth and moist.

"No!" Harry felt like his heart was about to break.With desperate efforts, his voice finally broke through the magic blockade and echoed loudly in the night sky of the cemetery.