[HP] Dearest Enemy

A black-haired middle-aged man was sitting in an obscure corner of the cafe flipping through newspapers. Apart from the coffee cup, there were several newspapers he had read on the table, as well as a stack of letter paper, several envelopes and a pen.If a wizard had walked into this café and noticed the man sitting in the corner, he would have let out a scream that would have made the hair on the roof stand on end.

Fortunately, this is just an ordinary Muggle cafe, and the wizard sitting in the corner reading the newspaper also cast various spells around himself to ensure that he will not be disturbed.

The man took a sip of coffee.

The war is over for the time being, and the subsequent development of the incident is exactly as Tom expected.Almost everyone thinks that Voldemort is dead, but under the influence of Dumbledore, members of the Order of the Phoenix are basically skeptical about it, and Sirius firmly believes that Voldemort is still alive.But even if they all know that they are still alive, no one will find themselves, including those Death Eaters.

Palampion Manor was seized by the Ministry of Magic after that night, but no one was able to break through the manor's defenses; the fugitive Death Eaters were also arrested one after another, and the Death Eaters who had lost their leaders were struggling like trapped animals.It's just that people with means will use their ability to adapt to the wind to the highest level, such as Lucius Malfoy and Selwyn; some people insist that the master will come to rescue them, such as Barty Crow Jr. strange.When Tom reads the newspaper, he will subconsciously skip the names of those members who are in prison, and those familiar names will make him feel a strong sense of guilt.

Of course, this is also part of his plan, no different from the history that happened before.

The man finally put down the newspaper and looked out the window. His eyes, which were originally pure black, had been stained with a touch of blood, a deep dark red.

The aftermath of the raid in Godric's Hollow did not completely disappear until two years later. Harry received praise and gratitude from countless wizards as a little hero who defeated Voldemort, but these things did not help his growth.Lily moved soon after Dumbledore's suggestion, taking Harry to live a secluded life in Edinburgh.

No one but Dumbledore and Alphard knew the secret of Harry's scar, and that scar never hurt.

During the winter when Harry was five, Alfred fell ill.Sirius wasn't surprised by this. Alfred's health had started to deteriorate after the night Harry defeated Voldemort, but it didn't seem to be much better before that.

Dumbledore and Lily took Harry to Sirius' residence to visit him.Sirius agreed with Arafat to stay at home when he refused to enter St. Mungo's for medical treatment.

Harry had been scratching at his scar all the way, and it always stings slightly these days.Lily and Dumbledore were concerned about the incident, but Harry had been fine the entire time.

Arafat looked so weak that even therapists were helpless with his illness.Regulus stood aside anxiously, he had to visit his seriously ill uncle almost every day.Alfart persuaded Sirius for a long time after Voldemort lost power, except that Sirius was still unwilling to go home, he and Regulus had completely reconciled.

"Alfred." Harry trotted to Alfred's bedside, who smiled and patted his head.Arfart insisted that Harry call him by his first name, but Sirius and Lily couldn't resist him, so they agreed.

Several people greeted each other, and Sirius carried Harry to Alphard's bedside.Dumbledore asked a few words about Alphard's condition, and sighed heavily.

"I want to have a few words with Harry alone." Arffate said softly, "Can I?"

He was asking Lily, but his eyes were on Dumbledore.Dumbledore hesitated and agreed. Lily was still a little worried, but seeing Alfred's emaciated appearance, she had no choice but to close the door and leave.

Harry scratched the scar on his forehead that was hidden by bangs, frowning slightly.

"Does it hurt here?" Alphard asked, fingers resting on Harry's scar.The temperature near the scar was slightly higher, and Alphat sighed in his heart.

Harry nodded: "I had a dream last night."

"Dreaming?" Alphard was a little surprised, "What did you dream about?"

Harry frowned and thought about it, and finally shook his head: "I don't remember. Mom seems very sad."

Of course she would be sad, Dumbledore had told her after that night that Tom had gone to Godric's Hollow to leave the mark, but he hadn't told her why.

"I had a dream the night before last," said Harry. "The scar hurts and is uncomfortable."

"The scar won't hurt soon." Arfat comforted softly.

Harry said nothing, just stared at him blankly with his bright green eyes.

"Harry?" Alfred frowned slightly.

Harry came back to himself quickly, and rubbed his scar vigorously.

"Does the scar hurt a lot?" Alphat asked eagerly.

Harry nodded.Alphard touched his little face worriedly.

"Mum and Grandpa Dumbledore had the same expressions when they found out," Harry said, "So did Alfred."

"You're still too young now." Alfred said softly, "When you can go to Hogwarts, you'll know why."

Harry pursed his lips: "Grandpa Dumbledore said the same. I am five years old and I can help my mother."

"Okay, our Harry has started to grow up." Alphard smiled and stroked his hair.

Harry laughed, two dimples showing on his bun-like cheeks.

"Thank you for visiting me, Harry," said Arafat. "I am delighted."

"Will Alphard get better?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Arafat said lightly, "Okay, go and call your mother in."

Harry jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it, and Sirius' face appeared in the doorway immediately.

"Let Regulus accompany Harry to play in the living room for a while," Arfart said.

Regulus nodded and held out his hand to the little boy, and Harry obediently followed him to the living room downstairs.

"Harry's scar has been hurting a lot lately," Arffate said, "It seems he can't bear it anymore."

"Will he come to Harry?" Lily looked at Dumbledore worriedly.

"No, Harry is too young now," said Dumbledore. "Maybe he just wants to see what Harry is doing."

Lily's expression was a bit sad: "Harry said he was having a very strange dream."

"Perhaps he saw some memories," said Dumbledore, "but he couldn't understand them."

"Will it hurt Harry?" Lily asked worriedly. "Harry is only five years old."

Alphard also looked at Dumbledore.

"He won't hurt Harry," Arfart said.

Dumbledore sighed.

"I'd like to see him," said Arafate softly, "but I'm afraid he won't want to see me."

Lily looked at him in surprise: "Do you know where he is?"

Arafat shook his head: "It's impossible for him to go too far."

Arafate received an unsigned gift at Christmas.In fact, he and Harry have received such a gift without any signature over the years, and he can guess who gave it to him, but this year's gift is more special than previous years. Give him a large bottle of medicine.Not only did he appear to be doing well, but he also had some friendship with St. Mungo's therapist.

But even he should know that he can't survive until spring, and his body can no longer get better.

Lily would bring Harry over to see him almost every other day, and Alphard also liked talking to the well-behaved little Harry.Every day when he came home, Harry would tell Lily what Arfart had said to him again today.

"What did you say today?" Lily asked.

Harry raised his small face, his big green eyes gleaming like jewels: "Professor Alphard, his name is also Harry."

"Professor?" Lily was a little surprised, "Did he tell you what class the professor taught?"

Harry nodded: "Alfart said it was black...black..." The little face wrinkled.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Harry nodded vigorously, and said excitedly: "That professor is very powerful..."

Lily suddenly remembered Severus Snape, who was already teaching at Hogwarts, and he taught this subject.I heard that the mysterious man had also been a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts before. After the war began, the professors of this course began to change again and again, and it was finally settled at Severus, and Dumbledore was very serious about his teaching. The rating is very high.

Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time, since he graduated.

Harry noticed his mother's absent-mindedness and shook Lily's hand.

"Mom, are you listening?"

"Sorry, baby, what did you just say?" Lily asked softly.

"I also want to be that powerful person." Harry said excitedly, "Be as powerful as Professor Alphard, and be as powerful as Grandpa Dumbledore..."

Lily smiled and patted her son's head, while Harry was still talking excitedly.

When spring came, Harry followed Lily to Alfred's funeral.

Not many people attended the funeral, except for the Black family, there were only two or three members of the Order of the Phoenix.Most members of the Order consider Alphat untrustworthy, and he is not considered a member of the Order.Regulus supported the crooked Walburga. Although Mrs. Black did not shed tears, she looked very sad; Sirius stood on the other side of his mother, staring at Snape standing next to Dumbledore with a sullen face. ;Snape's expression was more gloomy than the black coffin's, his eyes were half downcast, and he seemed completely oblivious to Sirius' fierce stare.

Lily led Harry and stood not far from Snape. Harry, who was staring at the coffin, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the woods behind him.

"What's wrong?" Lily noticed her son's behavior and asked in a low voice.

"Someone is over there." Harry pointed in a direction, and Lily looked in the direction he pointed, but saw nothing.

"Harry, there's nothing there," Lily said softly to her son.Harry shook his head.

"There's someone there," said Harry, his eyes still on the trees behind him. "He's here to see Alphard, too."

Lily immediately became alert and looked back again, but still saw nothing.

"Harry, it's impolite." Lily squeezed her son's hand, and Harry turned his head reluctantly.

Lily turned her head back, and Snape, who had kept his head down, suddenly turned to look at her.Lily was taken aback, only to find that Snape turned his head back again.

The priest closed the Bible and crossed himself on his chest, and the people who came to see him off stepped forward one by one and put the white flowers in their hands in front of the tombstone.Lily walked past the silent hook-nosed young man whose eyes followed her until she left the cemetery.

The man who hid his figure silently watched everything.Harry was still looking in his direction as he left the cemetery, but he wouldn't see anything.

It wasn't until the last person left that Tom walked out from under the tree he was standing on and came to Arafat's tombstone.

"You're gone," said Tom softly. "I thought you'd make it through the summer."

Arfart's tombstone was a bit more imposing than Harry's, but it looked just as lonely.

Tom conjures a wreath and places it on his tombstone: "I'll see you often, my friend."

He seemed to be able to see the faint smile on his friend's face.

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