[HP]Tom Potter

When the whistling wind blew across Tom's tender face, when he was forced to rush towards the dark cave, as a new TV kid, the imaginative kid Tom immediately remembered countless scary and weird pictures.A black hell that spreads with inextinguishable flames, a bone man with his jaw shaking, a big devil who only eats pink and tender children...

The more you associate, the more afraid you become, and the more afraid you become, the more associated you become. Tom curled himself into a small ball, pressing against Sirius' chest.But when Sirius' cheerful laughter sounded above his head, Tom, who was already extremely terrified, immediately set this sound into the villain's evil laugh template in the TV series, while the screams of others became the background dubbing of the victim.

Woohoo, Tom is going to be eaten by monsters!

If the current situation can be predicted, Remus will definitely resist the TV station at 12 Grimmauld Place, and will not let little Tom squat in front of the TV day and night, turning into a standard TV baby.But it's too late now. Tom, the "bravest boy", has been frightened by his own imagination, and the little man's tears are broken and splashed in the air.

woooooooo~~

Tom is so scared, Tom wants to go home!

Afraid!

Come back home!

The magic in his body boiled in his blood, and Tom closed his eyes tightly, thinking hard about his warm and bright bedroom in Black's old house.The light close to Tom's body began to slightly distort, but the wizards who were immersed in the stimulating fly-down did not notice the change at this moment.

In the next second, Sirius' arms were empty, and the little Tom with his eyes closed landed on his soft little bed at 12 Grimmauld Place with a "snap".The little guy's head was buried in the quilt. He first rubbed against it like a puppy, then touched it with his hands, and finally jumped up from the bed with a loud cry. "Yeah, Tom is coming home!"

The boy with tears on his face was filled with the excitement and joy of his life after the catastrophe. He jumped out of bed and ran out the door. "Tom is home! Tom was not eaten by monsters! Tom is the best!!"

The little one couldn't wait to share his joy with everyone, but the room was empty. "Harry? Sirius? Albus?..."

When no one replied to all the names, Tom finally understood what stupid thing he had just done.

"Tom is a little idiot!" Tom sat on the carpet in the living room on the second floor, pulling out the fluff in frustration. "And Tom wasn't brave at all."

Just as the little boy was feeling sorry for himself, a skinny house-elf came out of the downstairs kitchen.This is an old elf with neatly trimmed white hair in the ears, wearing a clean tea towel with the Black family crest on his body, and a simple small cloth bag tied around his neck with a cloth strip.He staggered up to the second floor, looked at the little boy who was destroying the carpet with disdainful eyes, "What did Kreacher see, a little Potter boy was doing damage to the noble Black's house."

Hearing Kreacher's voice, Tom immediately threw aside the half-plucked fluff in his hand, blushing and defending. "Krea, Tom didn't do damage, Tom...Tom was cleaning the carpet! That's right, there was a piece of dirt here just now, and Tom just tore off the dirty fluff."

Kreacher flicked his fingers lightly, and the discarded fluff disappeared instantly.He muttered nervously, "Krea, Kear, Kreacher hates Potter brats yelling like that."

Tom ignored the old elf's resistance, he threw himself on Kreacher's neck. "Krea, Tom is hungry, Tom wants a small cake!"

Kreacher cast a sideways glance at Tom indifferently, "Kreacher is a house-elf of the Black family, and doesn't have to listen to the Potter cub."

Tom replied confidently: "Sirius said that Krea will take care of Tom. Tom is hungry now, and Krea will take care of Tom's belly."

Kreacher's large head shook nervously. "The prodigal master who was expelled from the house actually asked Kreacher to serve a Potter! What would the old master say if he found out? What would the young master say?"

"Krea, I want a small cake, a small cake with yellow cream flowers!" Tom continued to declare, and added a new request.

"Hateful Master, disgusting Potter." Kreacher dragged Tom, who was sitting on top of him, to the kitchen with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Little cake, little cake~" the little boy hummed happily.With everyone away, Tom can eat as much cake as he wants.He happily rubbed Kreacher's face, "Krea, you have to make me a small cake quickly." So that Tom can finish eating before everyone comes back.

Kreacher's fragile nerves were finally broken by this blow, and he pulled Tom viciously from his body, leaving the sweet-talking little villain aside, "Kreacher should not be approached by the Potter's brat, Kreacher is from the proud Black family House-elf."

Tom was obviously used to being treated like this by Kreacher, sitting on the ground and said with a smile. "Krea, Tom likes you!"

Kreacher seemed to hear a fatal spell. He froze like a stone for a second, and then rushed downstairs.Soon, there was a bang and bang sound from below.It seems that Tom's little cake will be in place as soon as he expects.

Tom happily patted his flat stomach, ready to stand up and wait for his snack.But a small thing next to him caught his attention.

Kreacher had pulled Tom so hard that the rope around his neck snapped and the bag fell to Tom's feet.And because of the carpet, the old elf didn't notice the loss of the bag he always carried with him every morning and evening.

"This bag contains Krea's treasure." Tom remembered what Remus had said.This bag was what the good-natured wizard made for Kreacher, in exchange for Kreacher not saying any more words about "werewolves," "half-bloods," and "mudbloods."

What is Krea's baby?Could it be that Krea hid very delicious candies from little Tom? Tom curiously held the bag up to his eyes, but couldn't see anything.He pulled the string and shook downward, and a golden locket fell out.

Tom stared blankly at the locket, feeling inexplicably familiar in his heart.

This one belongs to Tom!

As if bewitched, Tom forgot everything around him and only had this pretty little thing in his eyes.He picked up the box, and deftly ran his fingers over the edge of the locket.

"Crack."

The locket made a crisp opening sound, and the lid was gently lifted.

There is nothing inside.

Tom was a little disappointed.

But at this moment, a black mist quickly emerged from the locket, from small to large, quickly filled the entire room.

"Tom, it's me and it's not me, another me besides me." A low, charming voice sounded in the room, with echoes.

"Who are you? Are you Tom's?" The little boy curiously poked the black mist in front of him with his fingers. The mist dispersed lightly, and then wrapped up again. More black mist continued to emerge, covering the boy in the air. middle.

"Your?" Hei Wu chuckled lightly, "Stupid child, I'm not yours."

"Tom is not stupid. I can read picture books and use the Flying Charm. I also know a lot of potions and spells that Sna doesn't know. Albus said Tom is the smartest kid!" Tom was upset and said loudly refute.

"A child who was spoiled innocently and ignorantly." The black mist surrounded the boy densely. "Come on, Tom, come to our world, let me take you to experience what is real for us. When you think of everything, you will no longer be the weak and ignorant person you are now."

"Tom don't go! Tom is here, don't go anywhere!" Tom instinctively refused.

Although this black mist made him feel kind, it also made him afraid.And it brought back very bad memories for him.

The same is true of that ugly bald-headed villain, who obviously belonged to Tom, but he was very cruel to Tom and even bullied Tom and Harry.Although later he taught himself to conjure a lot of candy, but Tom still didn't like that person.

And Albus also said, that is a bad guy. Tom is a good boy, he can't listen to the bad guys, and he can't go with the bad guys.

But the boy's refusal had no effect. "Silly boy, you can't refuse me. We are one." The voice sneered, and the black mist gathered around Tom more and more densely, and finally wrapped around Tom's little head tightly like black ink.The black mist permeating the entire room also rolled up, circling rapidly over the room, forming a black whirlwind together with the thick fog.In Tom's frightened eyes, the whirlwind rushed down to Tom.In the blink of an eye, all the black mist disappeared from the boy's forehead.

"Potter bastard?!" Kreacher walked up to the second floor with a plate of small cakes exuding a charming aroma, but what he saw was the moment Tom's body fell limply.

When the neglected adults finally found their way home, they saw Tom in a coma, and Kreacher who was crying and hitting the wall.

On the carpet next to them was an opened golden locket.

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That, the missing Tom, the body is found, but the soul is gone.