the Gambler

All this came too fast.

Harry couldn't help crying out in pain, the intense burning sensation seemed to still be on his skin.He should have guessed it earlier, the Hufflepuff girl walked towards him with a stiff expression, the fear in her eyes was so obvious that Harry didn't notice it.The entire contents of the schoolbag were scattered on the ground due to the violent impact. The girl deliberately avoided the quill and packed the other things first. Although it was a bit weird, Harry still reached out to pick up the last thing left behind.

The moment Harry touched the quill, he knew that it was a cursed item. His body seemed to be thrown into a blazing flame. Every inch of his skin was cracked, and a large amount of blood gushed out, drenching the black robe. .He curled up in pain, tears couldn't stop flowing out of his eyes, in his vague consciousness, he vaguely heard the girl's terrified scream, and then her chaotic steps sounded in his ears.Someone approached him, and Harry noticed that the sharp dagger had cut his throat, and now he couldn't even scream, he could only watch the blood flow on the white floor, it was shockingly red.

Harry didn't know how long it had been, maybe a few minutes, but he felt like he was walking through hell.Many people gathered around him again, and Harry felt his body slowly float into the air. A familiar female voice reminded him to stay awake, but it was too painful, and his nerves clamored to sleep.

A man opened his mouth hard, and cold liquid entered his mouth. The disgusting smell of smelly leather shoes made him gag. Harry struggled to spit it out, several hands suppressed himself at the same time, the sticky liquid Like a snake, it slithered into his stomach.He gasps like a dehydrated fish, and every breath feels like someone is holding a hot iron to his throat.

He wanted to die. Harry writhed his body angrily. The effect of the potion was just the opposite of the burning sensation. Now the delicate balance in his body was being slowly broken, and the extreme pain made his whole body dissatisfied. Protesting, Harry couldn't even imagine how he survived, his consciousness was slowly engulfed by darkness, and it was already a week later that he regained consciousness.

A lot of people have come to see him, Harry thought unpleasantly.The table was full of all kinds of gifts, but it didn't make Harry happy at all. His body was still covered with bandages, and he couldn't move his hands and feet flexibly.He must be looking terrible, for some reason Madam Pomfrey didn't want Harry to look in the mirror, and although as a boy he didn't mind his appearance that much, Harry still felt an uneasy churning in his stomach that his appearance was the only We were able to connect with parents.Harry closed his eyes, warm liquid slowly slid out of his eyes, he clenched his teeth to stop the whimper that was about to overflow his throat, he would not reveal his vulnerability, not even now.

"You are desperate." A familiar voice came from the direction of the door, and the sound of small footsteps approached slowly.

Harry couldn't even turn his head, he felt like a cripple.How could he not be desperate, now that both the big and small Dark Lords are active, and he can only lie on the hospital bed and stare at the ceiling.If Harry loses his only use, he wonders if the wizarding world will abandon him without hesitation. Perhaps, Dumbledore will finally give up manipulating Harry. After all, the Order of the Phoenix does not need dilapidated weapons.Harry's nose felt congested again, and he tried to picture the happy memories in his mind, but they were soon replaced by sadness.

"You'll be fine," Tom said in a steady tone, and Harry caught a hint of hidden emotion, but he didn't know what it meant.

If that was the Dark Lord's way of comforting people, it would be awkward and useless.Harry thought sarcastically.

"Weasley and Granger have been here all these days, and they shouldn't have given up on you." Harry could hear the chair rubbing against the floor, and Tom was supposed to be sitting next to him.

Mentioning his friends only made Harry more desperate. He didn't even have the strength to protect the one he loved. Voldemort would laugh out loud when he knew about it. The person he hunted down all the time was so easily brought down by a quill .Harry knew he was still in the hospital wing, Hogwarts was the safest place in all of Scotland and the only place Voldemort couldn't get his hands on.The boy closed his eyes again, and his scar also showed signs of being burned. Voldemort was very angry once, which made Harry couldn't help laughing, yes, that arrogant Dark Lord just wanted Harry to be tortured under his own hands , he is such a possessive bastard.

"It's as if my whole body has been repeatedly crushed by a troll." A hoarse voice came out of Harry's throat, and his facial muscles twitched with difficulty, as awkward as a person with perennial facial paralysis forced to smile.

Hands that were cooler than his own held Harry's.Tom gently pinched the boy's palm covered with light pink scars: "Although he doesn't want to admit it, Gryffindor has always been the brave and tenacious one, hasn't he? You will persevere."

"And live like a Squib," said Harry self-possessedly, he could feel Tom's sudden stiff movements, "They thought I hadn't heard, Madam Pomfrey said it was very likely that I would lose my magic forever. My magical core It took a lot to keep me alive."

"There's still a chance of recovery." There was no emotion in Tom's tone.

"I'm not a miracle boy forever."

"I'll find a way to get you back." Gasped for breath, Tom didn't know what the sudden emotion was. He'd never seen Harry look so sad, and it made his chest tighten.He liked the Harry who would look at him with determined eyes.And now, the flames in the boy's eyes were shattered.

"What if I can't?" A little hope ignited in Harry that Tom was a genius and maybe he could really heal himself.

But he was also Voldemort, and Harry snuffed out the flames. If he turned into a Squib, he would look at him with that disgusted look at the dirt on the soles of his shoes. He was the ruthless Dark Lord.

"I'll kill you, do it myself." Tom leaned out to meet Harry's empty pupils, his storm-like lake blue eyes seemed to suck the boy in, "so live for me, before I abandon you You never gave up before."

Harry pulled back a stiff smile. "I don't think death is worse than being a Squib."

"If you choose to die, I will send the whole of Gryffindor down to accompany you, you know I will do it." Tom let go of Harry's hand and strode away from the medical wing, his black robe billowing With a fierce aura, all the students who talked with him showed fear.Tom clenched his fists, he would make Parkinson continue to pay the price, he would slowly torture the stupid witch until Harry recovered.Yes, he was never that angry.

Tom reappeared when Harry was recuperating for nearly a month, and the boy was able to stand upright and move around, although he was still much stiffer than before.The first words that came out of Tom's mouth made Harry panic.

"Tell me what Parkinson and Knott did to you."

"I don't know what this has to do with you." So they were the ones who did it, Harry swallowed, his anger was less than expected, maybe the long stay in bed with nothing to do but think made him give up slowly thought of revenge.Madam Pomfrey excitedly told Harry that he had performed another miracle, and it seemed that Lady Luck had treated him well, as his magic had slowly returned to its original level.Harry knew that this was not the complete truth, he could feel a familiar yet unfamiliar force flowing in his body.

"Damn it has nothing to do with me! You are my property! No one can touch my things!" Tom squeezed Harry's shoulders hard, and Harry flinched involuntarily under his fierce gaze. The magic power wrapped around his body like a curtain, making it difficult for him to breathe.Noticing Harry's pale face, Tom closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm his anger. When he opened them again, the vase on the bedside table stopped shaking.

"Tell me, Harry."

"I only belong to myself, and I have the right to decide whether to say it or not." Harry pushed Tom away vigorously, and stretched out his hand to caress the bandage wrapped around his neck. His voice was still a little hoarse. Madam Pomfrey said that he would take another week of rest. For a while, he tried to speak as little as possible. It was obvious that Parkinson's sneak attack had damaged his vocal cords.

"They almost killed you!" Tom clenched his fist and hammered hard on the bed, his eyes fixed on Harry's wound, the cruel cold light inside made Harry want to stop the decision in the other's mind, no matter what it was , that all means that the next life of the two will become purgatory.Harry was no saint, and he longed to see the two Slytherins suffer, but he had no intention of killing each other.If Tom had known Parkinson and Nott were the killers, Harry was sure they had been tortured to their heart's content.

"Don't do it to them." Harry tried to keep his voice steady, and he wondered if Tom was aware of the suppressed tremor.

Obviously said something wrong, the next moment, a trace of red flashed suddenly in Tom's eyes.He pushed Harry down on the hospital bed, covering the boy with his whole body, and they got very close, Tom's breath hit Harry's lips, which was a suitable position for kissing, but the other's furious expression ruined the beautiful picture .Tom grabbed Harry's wrist and pressed it over his head. He inspected the latter's body intently, and finally stopped his eyes on Harry's face, his emotions were fully displayed in front of the boy.

"I'll kill them all."

"No, you won't." Harry met Tom's eyes firmly, "You drove me to my death more than once."

Harry was surprised to see Tom stiffen, and for a split second he seemed to see a guilty expression on his face.Tom closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was making an important decision.Time passed slowly, and the two of them maintained this position for an unknown amount of time, until Harry twisted his sore wrist uneasily, waking Tom from his deep thoughts, and the latter moved his mouth but did not utter a single syllable.

Harry sighed. He had just woken up, and his muscles were still aching all over his body. Tom's weight would never help him recover.Harry just wanted to remind Tom to move away, but was startled by the latter's sudden words.

"I care about you. I don't know what it is, but I hate when people hurt you." Tom admitted, "I've never been this close to this feeling. You are special, so special that it bothers me."

Tom rested his head on Harry's shoulder, and he let go of the boy's grip and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, I've never been so confused, it's so foreign to me."