[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom closed the door of the principal's office and walked to his office on the third floor.

"Tom." The middle-aged wizard in a purple robe came down the spiral staircase and called to stop the person walking in front of him.

"Professor Dumbledore." The tall, dark-eyed young man turned around, "Is there any procedure to do?"

"No more," replied Dumbledore, walking up to Tom. "How about a cup of afternoon tea?"

"I'm sorry." The young man showed a regretful expression, "My office hasn't been tidied up yet, and I still want to take a walk around the campus. Thank you for your invitation."

Tom bowed to him and turned away.Dumbledore watched the tall and thin figure disappear into the corner of the corridor with his piercing blue eyes, and the expression on his face became extremely serious.

The office is completely empty.Tom took out his wand and shrunk the cardboard boxes on the table and his suitcase into his pockets, then closed the door and went out.From now on, he was no longer the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, and the last traces of him and Harry in this office were completely gone.

The sunshine in June gently surrounds the ancient and majestic castle of Hogwarts, and the sky is as blue as the petals of forget-me-nots.Tom stepped on the dazzling green grass, and slowly stopped by the crystal-clear lake.The giant squid was lazily basking in the sun on the shallow water, everything was so peaceful and beautiful, even the dark Forbidden Forest became vibrant under the sunlight.Tom stood by the lake for a little while, and then walked along the lake in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

It doesn't matter if those blue eyes are staring at him closely behind a certain window.He was about to leave Hogwarts soon, and he would not return for ten years. Sooner or later, he would find out what he had done.

Tom entered the Forbidden Forest and stopped in a small clearing.The sparkling lake could be seen faintly between the tree trunks. Tom raised his hand to the height of his line of sight, and then covered the trunk of the largest tree.

The air trembled slightly, and a gray tombstone appeared in the middle of the open space.Tom put his hands down and walked to the tombstone to stand still.It has been half a year since Harry passed away, but the number of times I have been here can be counted on one hand.

I dare not see him, and every time I see him, my body trembles uncontrollably. Any memory related to him will affect Tom's painful nerves, even though Tom knows that the source of that pain is not the heart, but the soul.

"Good afternoon, Harry," said Tom softly. "I'm going."

Harry's tombstone has nothing but his name on it.Tom didn't write his epitaph because he was Harry's murderer and he didn't qualify.

When he saw him that night, Tom hadn't imagined that Harry's body would be so weak that he couldn't withstand a stun spell. It wasn't until he lay quietly in bed that he would never wake up again. Heavy shadows.But I didn't have time to stop him from leaving, even if I got a time converter and went back to before I went to see Harry, I couldn't bring Harry back to life.

He couldn't stop himself from seeing Harry, any more than he could stop Harry's soul from leaving here for another world.

The first month without Harry was the most unbearable, and Tom couldn't remember how he had dealt with Dumbledore's pressing questions.Fortunately, Irene didn't know that she had been there, and the knocked-out house-elf didn't see her face clearly, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stay safely at Hogwarts until the end of the school year.Principal Dippet rejected his resignation application during the Christmas holidays and asked Tom to finish teaching for a year before leaving the school.

How would you describe that Christmas?The memory of that time was as unclear as if separated by a layer of foggy glass. Tom couldn't remember how he handled those colorless social dances and dinners with a mask-like smiling face accompanied by Alfat; I don't want to remember sitting in the same seat Harry sat in my gown until dawn; I don't want to remember the faint worry look on Arafate's face, telling myself "you are crying".

Alfart helped him a lot, and he took half of the courses in December for himself.Tom found that he often couldn't help recalling Harry's lectures during class, and then Alfred pretended to be him and taught him until the end of the semester.Without Al, Tom didn't know how he would have dealt with Dumbledore and the whole school.

Harry's tombstone quietly stared at the person standing in front of him, Tom thought of Harry's watery green eyes, and his always slightly shy smile.

"I'll keep your diary safe." Tom forced himself to look at the name on the tombstone, feeling his eyes sting slightly.Tom paused and continued, "You should have told me about you earlier, Harry."

It was Harry's diary to himself, and Tom had finished reading it.He finally knew everything about Harry, Harry's childhood, Harry's classmates, Harry's friends, Harry's opponent, Harry's enemy... He also saw himself, the one who hadn't been changed by Harry Own.The facts are far more astonishing than guesses. Tom never imagined that he should be Harry's greatest enemy, and that Harry's purpose of living is to destroy himself.

Harry hated himself, didn't he?His parents died at his own hands, and he had a miserable childhood because of himself, because he lost his last relatives and many friends.He should hate himself, because his own spell sent him from the future to the present, making him experience an unhappy life again.

Tom wouldn't be surprised if Harry killed himself as a baby in the first place, but Harry didn't.At that time, he was almost penniless and took in himself, an orphan who lost his parents, and stayed with him all the time.It was Harry who taught himself everything. He taught himself to speak, taught himself to walk, taught himself to read and write, took him on a trip, and later accompanied him in his studies at Hogwarts... Tom can’t deny that Harry has been studying since he gave up his research. Living for himself, especially after he knows how long he has left, the only enemy left in his eyes is himself.

Harry had never told himself that he was his worst enemy in life, the one he had to kill.Tom finally understood the source of Harry's ambivalent attitude as a child, and his constant mistrust.Harry wanted to take these secrets to his grave, he didn't want to hurt Tom.Harry made it clear in his diary that he blamed Tom's sensitivity, but he had lost the chance to make amends.

Harry was afraid, Harry was afraid of hurting himself, the child he had raised with his own hands, his future enemy.Harry had promised Dumbledore that he would kill Tom himself when he fell, and his heart wept as he made that promise.

He only knew that Harry loved him, but he didn't know how many compromises he made for this love, even Harry himself didn't know.However, Tom didn't understand Harry's concession. He wanted too much, forcing Harry to leave himself in the end.There was nothing wrong with Harry's accusations against himself in the letter left to him. Tom despised the justice insisted in Harry's letter, and he could not understand the meaning of life.Tom didn't understand why Harry was so stubborn until he lost his most important person and found this diary.

But it was all too late.

Tom covered his eyes with his left hand, and on his forefinger he wore a rough gold ring with black gemstones, faintly engraved with a strange coat of arms.After reading the diary, Tom went back to Gaunt's hut, and used the Imperius Curse to get the resurrection stone ring from Morfin.However, after he puts on the ring, Harry's spirit does not appear.Tom remembered that Harry's parents hadn't even been born yet.It was a complete accident that Harry was here, just a little joke Merlin played with time.

Even if you want to say a simple sorry, it is impossible.Even if Harry was born more than thirty years later, he wouldn't be the Harry he wanted to see.

It was him who killed him.

I can never see him again.

Tears fell drop by drop in the grass at his feet, but Tom ignored it completely, and slowly knelt down in front of the tombstone.The surface of the lake a few steps away looked like a shining gem, but Tom only felt that the sunlight reflected by the lake was extremely dazzling.From the day Harry was buried, the whole world lost its color.When digging the grave for him, Tom knew that his soul was dying shovel by shovel by the soil thrown out by him, and when the last corner of Harry's coffin was buried by the soil, his soul and Harry Leigh was buried by the lake at Hogwarts.Here, Harry once apologized to him, telling himself that he couldn't get rid of his prejudices and that he was not a good father.

Tom wiped away his tears and stood up.He couldn't stay here for too long, Alfred was still waiting for him at the school gate.

"I have to go. Alfred will take care of you for me. Goodbye, Harry, I will wait for you to stand in front of me again. At that time, I will atone for you."

Until then I will wait quietly with my guilt on my back.Today is the last time I cry for you, dear Harry.

Tom took one last look at the quiet gravestone and strode away.

The gray-eyed young man with long black hair saw that tall and thin figure walking towards him from a distance, and unconsciously straightened the folds on the gorgeous robe.

"Everyone is here." Alfred said after Tom walked out of the school gate, and Kreacher respectfully opened the carriage door, "Please allow me to lead the way for you."

Tom frowned slightly: "What?"

"Practice for you." Alfred replied calmly, motioning Tom to get in the car.

"Who suggested it?" Tom didn't move, looking at his friend.

"I," said Arafate, "will need them after you return from your trip."

Tom stared into those gray eyes. "How do you know?"

"You once told me that you wanted to be a greater wizard than Grindelwald and Dumbledore." Alfart said, "I assume, you remember what you said."

"Of course I do," Tom replied softly. "Thank you, Al."

Alfat smiled and patted his friend's arm: "Get in the car quickly, it's too rude to keep them waiting."

Tom sat down in the carriage.The magically magnified carriage looked like a rather small apartment, and the bumps of the carriage on the Shizi Road could not be felt at all.

Tom picked a seat by the window and sat down, and then began to lose his mind, until Arafate came to him with two sets of black dress robes.Tom raised an eyebrow.

"What is this again?"

"You need to wear a dress to enter the place that Lestrange ordered." Alfart said while looking at the dresses in his hands in turn, "I don't trust you and... your bad taste in dress, these two clothes are very good. suits you."

"I don't have the money to buy such expensive clothes." Tom said blankly, even a fool could tell who wore these two clothes.

"This is a gift from me." Alfat looked at Tom and said, "I'll give you a birthday present in advance."

"That's really early." Tom stood up, took the robe closest to him, and walked into the changing room next door.Arafat put another set of robes on the chair and sat down on the small sofa.

Tom quickly changed his clothes and walked out, the previous look of depression on his face subsided, and his pair of black eyes became more and more deep.

Alfat nodded with satisfaction: "Very good. Because it's just a private party, there's no need to dress too formally, it's just right. By the way, leave your things in the car, and I'll let the house elf take them back for you."

Tom beckoned him to shut up, and sat down across from Arfate.

"Al, can I ask you one thing?" Tom said.

"Willing to work for you?" Alphat frowned slightly.

"Go and see Harry for me," said Tom softly. "You know where he is."

Arafat didn't answer right away: "Why are you leaving?"

"I can't continue to stay at Hogwarts as if nothing happened." Tom replied in a low voice.

"I didn't ask that," said Arafat. "Why did you leave England?"

Tom was silent for a while: "I'll be back."

"Is there something written in Harry's diary?" Alphater asked. He knew that Tom had a copy of Harry's diary, but he never showed it to himself.

"Yes," said Tom softly. "I can't lie to you, Al. I know what I'm doing, and it's my decision."

"What is it..." Seeing the expression on Tom's face, Alphat swallowed back the question he wanted to ask, "Okay, I will go."

The carriage stopped, and the shrill voice of the house-elf told them that they had arrived at their destination, and the door was opened by a waiter standing outside.Tom adjusted his expression, and got out of the car with Alfred.

"I don't know how to thank you, Al," Tom said softly as he walked, "I'll remember."

Alphard smiled, and walked through the door with Tom.