[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry pursed his lips tightly, trying to push away Tom who was holding him, but the hand holding the wand slowly let go.He couldn't refuse Tom, because he wanted to hug him too.

"You were too cruel to leave me like that," whispered Tom, his voice trembling, "and avoided me. You said you wouldn't leave me."

"Tom..."

"How dare you hide in this kind of place, don't answer my letters, don't tell me what's going on with you, don't let me know anything..." Tom buried his face in Harry's shoulder and hugged him tightly, " I've been worrying that if I never see you again... Harry..."

Tom didn't continue talking, just hugged him harder, as if to rub him into his body.Wet with warm tears on his shoulders, Harry froze for a moment, and all his defenses collapsed in an instant.The warm body temperature penetrated into the skin through the clothing, and the place where it touched was dull and painful.

Harry slowly put his arms around Tom's back, pressed his face against his cheek, and hugged him very gently.

"I'm sorry, Tom," Harry whispered.

"There's no point in apologizing, Harry," said Tom softly, moving his head from his shoulder and kissing it without warning.

Startled, Harry's body tensed immediately, and he took a step back, trying to break free from Tom's arms.But Tom held his body tight in his arms, sucking on his lips brutally.Harry struggled to resist, but just opened his mouth slightly, and the other party's nimble tongue invaded his mouth like a siege, teasing and licking all the sensitive points in Harry's mouth, making him lose the chance to resist.

Familiar breath, familiar touch, familiar way of kissing.The aggressive kiss of the black-eyed young man was like a sweet and cruel punishment, mercilessly taking away his breath, his strength, and everything about him.It has been too long since I have been kissed, the familiar and wonderful feeling is tempting to sink.

Harry frowned and snorted softly, his pushing arm was getting weaker and weaker.Tom's hand slipped into his jumper at some point, and the cool palm attached to the smooth skin on Harry's lower back, sparking a subtle and small spark.Harry couldn't help but catch his breath, and then pushed Tom away with all his strength, but couldn't stand still, stumbled back a few steps and hit the desk, knocking over the silver pen holder and ink bottle with the quill in it.

"Don't touch me!" Harry said hoarsely, holding onto the writing table with his trembling left hand to stand firm, and re-clutching his wand with his right hand to point at the person who was kissing him a second ago.

The black ink flowed down the desk to the floor, pulling out slender and long lines.Tom's half-stretched arms froze in the air, then slowly retracted.Gasping for breath, Harry watched as the expression on Tom's face faded as he retracted his arm.

Tom took a few steps forward, holding Harry's wand against his heart.

"Don't you want to curse me?" said Tom sharply. "Curse it, there's no hesitation. Kill me!"

Harry shook involuntarily, the wand in his hand became extremely heavy at the moment Tom roared "Kill me", and he could no longer hold it.The wand fell to the ground with a thud, and Harry closed his eyes, hiding the face contorted in pain from his view.

"You shouldn't be here, Tom," Harry said dryly. "You shouldn't be looking for me, you shouldn't be in my presence."

"Why not!" Tom tugged at Harry's wrist furiously. Harry resisted subconsciously, but the strength in Tom's hand seemed to crush his wrist bone.Tom ordered angrily, "Open your eyes and look at me!"

Harry turned his head to one side, but Tom clamped Harry's chin to force him to look at him, but when those green eyes turned to meet him for a few seconds, Tom couldn't help avoiding it.

"Come with me." Tom said in a low voice after taking a few deep breaths, "You should be with me. If I can find you, I won't let you continue to hide and die. Come home with me, and I'll leave you Your favorite pie."

"No." Harry's voice was also low, but very firm. "I made it very clear in that letter. I will not go with you, and I will not intervene in your life again. Glad you went Hogwarts, but I can't go on with you."

"Nonsense!" Tom growled coldly. "Do you think I will believe your excuses to escape? You said in your letter that our ages, personalities, and ideals and goals are too far apart. This is simply ridiculous! You just You don't want me to continue researching the magic that allows you to continue to live. You are afraid that I will get lost in the swamp of black magic. I am not a child anymore! Do you think I don't know what I am doing and how to do it? Don't even think about using this What a ridiculous excuse to run away from me, Harry Potter, you are mine!"

Harry's lips were drawn into a tight line, and he removed Tom's hand resolutely, looking him straight in the face and saying loudly, "I belong to no one, Tom Riddle. I have as much right to choose my own life as you do." and the manner of dying. Get out of this house immediately, I don't want to see you again!"

There was a hurt look in the black eyes, but in the next second Tom's face suddenly became ferocious.He regained his grip on Harry's wrist, but then let go.The wand in his pocket came into Harry's hand at some point, and the white tip was pressed against his throat.

"I won't be hard-hearted, Tom," whispered Harry. "I promised Dumbledore I would kill you."

"Really?" Tom asked calmly after a few seconds, staring at him, rubbing his sore palm, "Then why are you crying, Harry?"

Harry froze for a moment, then realized immediately, but it was too late.Tom was much quicker than he was, snatching his wand back as soon as he had finished speaking.Harry immediately punched him with clenched fists, but before his hand could touch Tom's cheek, a spell hit him in the stomach, and Harry fell limp on top of Tom.

"You don't have the right to choose, and I won't give you another chance to run away from me." Tom hugged the unconscious Harry, and sighed softly in his ear, "Also, I won't forget You wanted to curse me but never did it."

Tom used a Flying Charm to summon Harry's dropped wand into his hand, took off Harry's glasses and put them in his pocket to prepare to leave. Then his eyes fell on the thick black diary behind Harry.

This should be Harry's diary.Tom thought for a second, pocketed the diary too, and left Godric's Hollow with Harry in his arms.

The door swung open as Tom apparated into his garden with a snap.

"You are back. Hurry up and eat, I'm going to starve to death." The long-haired, gray-eyed young man came out.

"Al?" Tom raised an eyebrow, carefully carrying Harry up the porch, "When did you get here?"

"About half an hour ago," Arfart said, "the owl was late. I contacted you with the double-sided mirror as soon as I got the note, but you didn't answer. I went to the school to find you, and found you left it in the office We're in." Alfred said while closing the door for Tom, "Nagini heard that Harry was coming back, so he followed him."

Miss Snake slid unsteadily from the kitchen to the living room, and spat a bright red letter at Tom.

"What's the matter with Harry?" Miss Snake asked curiously.

"Knocked out by a spell," Tom replied in Parseltongue without looking back, and gently seated Harry on the sofa.Standing by the door, Alfred folded his arms and frowned slightly as Tom put the glasses back on him.

"Harry's going to be angry when he wakes up, Tom," whispered Alfred.

Tom snorted softly, knelt down by the sofa, took out his wand and gently pressed it against Harry's chest: "Resuscitate quickly."

However Harry didn't open his eyes as he expected.

Arfat's eyebrows were frowned even more, and he exchanged glances with Nagini. Miss Snake climbed onto the sofa and leaned towards Harry.

Tom narrowed his eyes slightly: "Harry?"

The man with the glasses doesn't respond.Tom pursed his lips and muttered another spell.

"Tom, I can't feel him," hissed Nagini, "like touching something dead."

The pupils of the black eyes shrank involuntarily, and Tom immediately grabbed Harry's hand and rolled up his sleeve, looking for traces of a pulse on the bruised wrist, but found nothing.

"What's the matter?" Alfat came over from the door, and saw the panic on his friend's face, and the blood was fading little by little.

"I can't feel it," Tom murmured, moving his lips, his fingers still groping around Harry's wrist.

"Sorry, can't you feel what?" Arafat asked.

"Pulse." Tom amplified his voice slightly, "It's impossible, I just used the Stunning Charm!"

Alpha's face changed, and he quickly took Harry's other hand, but he couldn't feel his pulse.Tom had already started using magic to detect Harry's signs of life. After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up as if he was being burned and took a step back. He stared at Harry, and his wand slipped from his hand to the ground.

Arafate turned his head and saw that his friend's face was blank, without a trace of blood.

"Tom?" Alfred stood up, looked at Tom, then at Harry who was motionless, "Harry..."

"I've only used the Stunning Charm," Tom murmured still. "The Stunning Charm . . . doesn't kill a man . . . "

Tom froze suddenly, the word "kill" seemed to explode in his brain, pushing everything away.Tom saw Arffate jump up from Harry and grab his shoulders, shouting something; Nagini swam up and clasped his shoulders, hissing something, but Tom couldn't make out.All he heard was her hissing and Alfat's screaming, repeating the same words.

You killed Harry.

You killed Harry.

……

I killed Harry.

It was as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights, and the whole world was suddenly pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

When Tom came back to his senses, he found that he was crooked in the corner of the sofa, and someone had thrown a robe from him.A person appeared to be sitting in an armchair to one side.Tom blinked, then saw who it was.

"Alphat?"

"Almighty Merlin, you finally recognize me." Alpha took a long breath, then stood up from the chair, "Kreacher, pour me a glass of water."

"Yes, Master Alfart." A high-pitched voice unique to house elves responded, and after a few seconds, Alphalt's hand and water cup appeared in front of him.

"You've been sitting like this for a whole day, and I don't know if you're still awake," Arafate said. "Drink it."

Tom took the water glass and drank it slowly. Watching Alfred return the glass to the elf, his eyes fell on his friend's face: "How about your face..."

He stopped abruptly.The fragmented memories of the night before suddenly flooded in front of him, and Tom remembered the reason for the scar on Arffate's face: when Arffat tried to remove Harry from the sofa, he yelled that Harry was not dead, and ruthlessly beat him hard.

"Remember?" Arfat smiled wryly, touched his still blue cheeks, and grinned in pain, "It will take another half an hour to get rid of these marks. Your fist is really hard enough of."

Tom lowered his head silently: "I'm sorry."

The corner of Arfat's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand: "I mixed a tranquilizer in the water, how do you feel now?"

"Fine," Tom replied, and then he took off his robe and stood up. "Where's Harry?"

"You don't look very well, Tom." Arffate said, leading Tom to a door upstairs with some concern, and then stopped. "Are you... sure you want to see him now?"

Tom didn't answer, and pushed open the bedroom door past Alphard.Harry was lying on the bed with his hands folded on his stomach, as if he were fast asleep.Tom was silent for a long time, then walked very slowly into the room and stood by his bed.Alphat stood at the door and did not follow in.

The dim light of the setting sun was softly imprinted on Harry's face, as if the unbearable memories of last night were just nightmare illusions, as long as Tom called out softly, the person in front would open his eyes with those emerald green eyes The eyes looked at him gently.Tom hesitated for a long time looking at that serene face, then cautiously reached out to touch Harry's hand, but what he touched was cold.

The throat and chest seemed to be blocked by something, and the chest pain was so painful that I couldn't speak.The world in front of him didn't know when it started to become blurred. The black-eyed young man clenched that cold hand tightly, letting tears fall from his eyes.

"Harry... Harry..."

He can't hear his response, he can't get his response anymore.

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