[HP] Dearest Enemy

"Calm down, Al," said Tom softly. "I never forgot that you were always by my side."

"But you don't trust me." Alphat took a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

"You are different from them." Tom explained, "You are my friend." According to the history in Harry's memory, Voldemort did not have a friend named Alfred Black by his side, nor did he exist in the Death Eater team. Such a person, "I shouldn't change history."

"But history has been changed." Alphat stared at those black eyes, "Do you think you can reverse history?"

Tom closed his mouth decisively, he couldn't refute Arafate's words.

"Give it up, Tom, it's not what you really want to do, and it's not what Harry wants to see." Alphard said earnestly, "It's still too late."

"No, that's exactly what I've been after—"

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?" Alphat leaned in front of him, staring closely at those black eyes, "I have never seen you happy in these years. You have forgotten your smile How it is, dear Tom."

Tom watched Alfred's gray eyes in silence for a moment, then lowered them.Arafate was right at all, he had indeed forgotten what it was like to smile from the heart.

Ever since Harry died, there was nothing but a fake smirk on his face.

"Stop it." Alfred said eagerly, "We still have time to fix it, Tom."

However, the man trapped in the armchair by Arfate raised a hand to signal him to be quiet.

"We don't have time. Reconstruction takes much longer than destruction, and I am the initiator of the war." Tom said calmly, "No one is willing to forgive me, not even Dumbledore. He is not like As lenient as the world admits, he can forgive you, even a Death Eater who is useful to him, but never me. You know better than I how many unnecessary things I have done to get around his obstacles, I There is no way my efforts will be in vain. This is a plan I started after Harry's death. It took 20 years to get to this point. There is no turning back. No one can stop me, and I will not allow any Someone ruin my plan." Tom took a slight breath, "I am the Dark Lord, the 'one who must not even be named', even if Dumbledore will let me go, those who died under my orders Nobody wants to. Do you want to see me in his or the Ministry's hands? Few will forgive the Dark Lord, Alphard."

"But you don't have to push yourself into this situation at all, Tom, why did you..." Alfred suddenly paused, then pursed his lips, his face turned pale bit by bit, "Harry." After a long time It was only with difficulty that Arfat spoke out the name, staring at him firmly, "You did this for Harry, the core of your plan is him, isn't it?"

The black-eyed demon king closed his eyes without answering, and the whole room fell into a terrible silence.

"Yes." After a while, Tom quietly said the answer.

The hand on the armrest of the chair involuntarily grasped the hard carved armrest tightly.

Tom's expression was calm, but the hands that were held together revealed his inner turmoil.

"Is Harry really that important to you?" Alphard asked softly, "He has been dead for 30 years, even after he is born, he will only know that you are the Dark Lord and not anyone else , besides, he is not the Harry you want to see at all. Even so, are you going to continue?"

"I know, I've known for a long time. But Al, there's only one Harry," said Tom, "and Harry... there's no one else."

"What about me?" Alphard asked.Tom finally refocused his eyes on his face, gazing at him silently.This is a question that Arfat has been wanting to ask for a long time. Although he already knows what the answer is, the words still slip out of his lips.

"No one can replace you, but you can't replace Harry. I'm sorry, Al," said Tom. "You're my best friend, and I can't treat you like Harry."

There was almost no difference between Tom's answer and his own speculation. Alphat smiled wryly, then slowly straightened up and walked towards the beautifully carved wine cabinet not far away.Tom's intention to treat himself coldly became clear after he read the diary, but whether the truth brought about anger or sadness, it was difficult for Alfart to figure it out.The soreness in his chest seemed to be stuck in his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Arfat took out a bottle of wine and a crystal glass, poured himself a glass of wine with magic, and drank it in one gulp.The dark red wine hangs on the smooth crystal glass wall, as red as fresh blood.

That's right, how can this person not know about his own thoughts, and how can he not see it, the person who has always had delusions is always himself.It's not that he didn't pay attention to what kind of person the Dark Lord's preferred bed partner was. Even if he was misunderstood by others, in Tom's eyes, he was still just his good friend.

"Tom, will you continue to wait for Harry to be born?" Alfart asked depressedly without turning around.

"I will wait." Behind the back calmly but firmly replied.

"Wouldn't you change your plans even if I begged you?"

"Yes."

Arafate poured himself another glass of wine, and continued, "So what are you going to do with Harry when he's born?"

Tom didn't answer.

"Al, you're not going to sit in on Death Eater meetings after tomorrow night," Tom said.

"Is this an order or a request?"

"ask."

"...I don't want to go."

"You can stay here until I give the order."

Alpha stood for a while, then put the crystal gently on the table, turned around and walked in front of Tom.

"Tom Riddle, you're a bastard!"

Arafat left the room immediately after speaking.Tom sat in the armchair for a while, got up and went to the wine cabinet, took out a crystal glass, and drank the bottle of blood red wine glass by glass.

The Death Eaters gradually noticed that Alphabet Black, who was always by the Dark Lord's side, rarely appeared in sight, and the Dark Lord's attitude towards him became more and more indifferent.But after Mulciber was caught by Tom on the spot when he humiliated Alfred again, he had to make a detour when he saw Alfred.But after that, the Dark Lord became even more indifferent to Alfred, and even handed over the errands of sorting out documents and recording meeting contents to Severus Snape, who had just joined the Death Eaters team, and seemed to treat this person whom he had always favored. Totally forgot.

A few days after the New Year after Regulus joined the Death Eaters, Alfred quietly left Abertilleri.Tom gave the order to the Death Eaters to hunt down Arfurt three days after Arfurt's disappearance, which was the first task Regulus received after becoming a Death Eater.Of course, all the Death Eaters are secretly looking for this person who is not marked with the Dark Lord but is very important to the Dark Lord. No one has ever doubted that the real reason why Alfred left Tom is that their monarch ordered this friend Leave your own order.

Sirius hadn't seen his uncle Alphat for several years.In his memory, Alphat was not as old-fashioned as his parents, and even a rather gentle man.This uncle who has always maintained a Slytherin demeanor but never been strict has always been very popular with his two nephews. Sirius even liked this uncle more than his parents, but after knowing his relationship with Voldemort Sirius didn't want to see him anymore, and only Regulus still kept in touch with Alphard.

Seeing that person standing at the corner of the street from a distance, Sirius couldn't help feeling a wave of disgust in his heart.Although he was the first to deduce that Alphard was not a Death Eater, Sirius felt a little nauseous when he thought that his uncle was Voldemort's lover.He didn't understand why Alfred contacted him instead of Dumbledore, and Dumbledore insisted on picking him up after knowing this, and arranged for people from the Order of the Phoenix to protect him secretly.

"Good morning, Sirius, you look very good." Arafate greeted his nephew, but his face had a sad expression.

"Get in the car." Sirius pointed to the back seat of his motorcycle angrily, without even taking off the goggles.

Arafat didn't express his indignation at his rudeness and disrespect, and sat down behind Sirius obediently.Sirius started the motorcycle with a sullen face, and after the motorcycle drove out of a neighborhood full of Muggles, he pressed the red button on the side of the dashboard viciously.

The motorcycle jumped into the sky, and Sirius felt the people behind him become stiff instantly, and a malicious pleasure rose in his heart.Sure enough, when he arrived at the door of his house, Alphat's face was no better than that of a dead man, and when he got off the car, his legs were still a little out of control.

Dumbledore and Moody were both waiting in the living room, neither looking very well.But Dumbledore was visibly relieved when Alfred walked into the living room.

"Professor Dumbledore." Alfred shook hands with Dumbledore, greeted Moody with a defensive face, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.Sirius summoned a cup of tea with his wand and threw it to Alfart, then glared at Alfart with dissatisfaction.

Alfred smiled wryly and said nothing, but Dumbledore gave him a reproachful look.This made Sirius even angrier.

"Albus doesn't think you're a Death Eater," said Moody gruffly, keeping his eyes on Alphard. "Prove it?"

Alfart glanced at Moody, and rolled up the sleeve of his left arm expressionlessly, allowing him to see the smooth skin on his forearm: "All Death Eaters have the Dark Mark on their left arms, but I don't."

Sirius snorted.Moody stared at his arm for a moment before telling Arafat to put the sleeve back, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

"Did you escape from Abertillery by yourself?" asked Dumbledore.

Alpha nodded.

"Why did you leave?" Dumbledore asked.

"If you must know, I can talk to you alone." Alphat said gloomily.

Dumbledore stared at him sharply for a moment, but Alphard kept his eyes downcast.

"Sirius, I would like to speak to Mr. Black alone," said Dumbledore suddenly.

Sirius nodded, stood up with Moody, who looked disapproving, walked outside the living room and closed the door.He wondered why Alfred had spoken to Dumbledore alone, but ended up going to the kitchen with Moody for tea.

"I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore," said Arffate, "I can't make Tom change his mind. He intends to follow the script in Harry's diary all the way."

"He does it all the time." Dumbledore sighed. "So he heard the prophecy?"

"Yes." Alfart replied, with a quiet desperation in his voice, "Severus gave me his order the day after he brought that prophecy."

"But the content of the prophecy has changed." Dumbledore said, "Did Tom tell you the content of the prophecy?"

Arfart shook his head: "I just heard Severus begging Tom to spare Lily's life."

Dumbledore sighed, and began to repeat the prophecy: "'The one with the power to conquer the Dark Lord has approached, born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times, born at the end of the seventh month, marked by the Dark Lord He is his rival, and the Dark Lord will fail utterly. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born at the end of the seventh month.' That was not the original prophecy."

"One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live, only one survives," murmured Arafat.

"According to my speculation, the reason why Harry came here is because he died at the hands of Voldemort." Dumbledore said, "but not this time."

Alphard stared at him blankly for a while, then shook his head.

"So what? You won't tell him the content of the prophecy, and he will think that the content of the prophecy has not changed." Alfred paused, "Tom has always wanted to die by Harry's hands. Voldemort's real purpose. Dumbledore, will you continue to stop him?"

Dumbledore sighed heavily, with a sad tone: "I'm powerless to stop him."