[HP] Dearest Enemy

"Take good care of yourself at school." Lily urged worriedly.

"Don't worry, Mum." Harry winked at his mother, "I know what to do."

"Remember to write to us," Lupine urged.

"If the snot-nosed bully you, you must tell me, I..." Sirius immediately stopped talking when he saw Lily's eyes.

Lupine coughed lightly: "It's time for you to get in the car, Harry."

Harry nodded, hugged the three of them respectively, accepted Lily's kiss with some embarrassment, and then went into the carriage.

The train started, and Harry waved to the three people on the platform, then walked to the compartment at the end of the train and sat down.It was the only cubicle that was empty, which was fine for him, and Harry didn't want to draw attention until he got to school.

Harry knew very early on that his scar was unusual. Whenever the scar hurt, he would always have some emotions that didn't belong to him, and he would see many things that he didn't see.Harry sometimes dreamed a lot of things that he couldn't understand. Those dreams were not beautiful, but they were very real, and he could remember them clearly after he woke up.

Harry was panicking at first, and Lily and Dumbledore were always vague about the phenomenon, as was Sirius.But now that Harry knew what was going on, he guessed the truth from the few words the adults had said: his scar was connected to someone else.When that person is emotional, I can see what he is doing and know what he is thinking.

It's just that he has never communicated with that person, and Harry can sometimes find that person in his head, but this is not common.Harry speculates that it was the man who gave him this strange scar, the infamous Dark Lord Voldemort, the "man who must not even be named".

The man found his mind quickly, and Harry hadn't been able to peer into his thoughts after that.Harry felt that the man had no intention of hurting him, but this didn't fit the facts he knew.Voldemort could not pass up any chance of killing himself, and he did, but somehow lost track of him.Lily told Harry that everyone thought Voldemort had lost his hand and been hurt by her, making him lose his powers, but Harry never thought so.Judging from some clips he saw, that person was actually living a pretty good life, but he couldn't find where he was.

Just as Harry was trying desperately to connect with the guy over there, the cubicle door opened, and a red-haired kid with a black smear on his nose stood looking at him hesitantly.

"Can I sit there?" the kid asked. "The other boxes are full."

Harry readily agreed.The child sat down, Harry smiled at him, and the two began to chat.The child was named Ron Weasley and was the youngest boy in the family.His eyes widened in surprise when he knew he was talking to Harry Potter, and he searched for the famous scar on his forehead.

Harry was a little helpless, although Lily had told him that this would happen before, Harry, like his mother, didn't think it was a good thing.Where they lived no one knew about Harry and his famous scar, he wasn't anything special compared to normal kids.

But Ron was not an annoying traveling companion, and the two boys quickly became acquainted.Although Lily lived among Muggles with Harry, Harry was no stranger to the wizarding world, which gave him and Ron a lot to talk about.

Although the two cars were in the last section of the train, Harry still knew a lot of people: Ron's two overly lively twin brothers, a proud girl named Hermione Granger, the round-faced Neville Longbottom, and—

"Draco Malfoy." The boy with a haughty expression said casually. He had short pale blond hair and a pale face with a pointed chin, somewhat like a girl.

A bunch of background information about the child immediately appeared in Harry's brain, and then he looked at him with great interest, the scar on his forehead was slightly burning.Harry realized immediately that it wasn't his own feelings, and he didn't like the way Malfoy looked at people with his nostrils.Ron laughed at Draco's name, but he turned the laugh into a cough.

"You think my name is ridiculous, don't you? Don't ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys are all red-haired, freckled, and have too many children to support." Draco Displeased with Ron's sneer.

Harry sneered involuntarily, and was immediately surrounded by others.Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, Ron glared at Harry, his face was almost the same color as his hair, Harry was whining in his heart, he didn't want to laugh at anyone.

Draco glanced at Ron, and held out a hand proudly to Harry: "You may have discovered that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with strange people." Right. I can help you on that."

"Alternative?" Harry was horrified to find himself saying something he didn't want to say, the scar on his forehead hurting like it was going to explode.He could feel that the man was taking turns looking at the two children staring at him.

[Get out of my head! ] Harry gritted his teeth and roared inwardly.My heart sank suddenly, and the pain on the scar suddenly eased.

【sorry. 】Harry faintly heard a man's voice speaking in his brain in his dizziness, with deep guilt.

Harry hadn't been unconscious for long, and when he awoke, Draco hadn't left the car.He was observing himself with a certain gap between Ron and Ron.Crabbe and Goyle were still standing in the doorway, also looking disturbed.Harry subconsciously covered the scar, the scar was no longer painful.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly, grabbing Harry's wrist; Draco didn't, but looked rather nervous.

"I, I'm fine." Harry moved his hands away, not only embarrassed but also annoyed at the four faces approaching, "What happened?"

"You passed out," Draco said, his eyes falling on Harry's forehead, "is it because of the scar?"

"No." Harry lied without hesitation, "I, I'm not in good health."

Ron's eyes immediately became worried, and he glared at Draco as if it was all his fault that Harry fainted; Draco raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I want to go out and get some air." Harry said in a panic, pushing away the two people around him and standing up. "It's so stuffy here."

Draco and Ron watched in surprise as Harry opened the compartment door and walked out, looked at each other, and turned their faces away with a heavy snort.Draco beckoned the two followers to follow, but Ron was a step too late, and had to follow behind the three of them angrily.

Harry ignored the few people following him, and now he just wanted to find a place to pick out the guy who was peeping through the scar and affecting him, and beat him up.

But no matter how hard Harry tried and cursed at the guy, nothing happened on the other side.Harry didn't notice that when he passed by, the people in the next compartment stretched their necks to see what the little hero who defeated Voldemort looked like, but they all gave up on him after seeing his expression plan.

Draco frowned, Potter was clearly troubled by his scar, but he didn't seem willing to let anyone know.Just then a girl's voice interrupted Harry's aimless progress.

"Harry, why are you still in the corridor?" said Hermione. "Go back to your box and change into your school robes. I just asked the driver and he said we're almost there."

Harry was slightly taken aback, but Draco reacted immediately and grabbed Harry's sleeve.

"I've got to go ahead, see you at school," Draco said to Harry, glaring at Ron and walking past Hermione.

"Who's that?" Hermione frowned at Draco and his two followers.

"Malfoy and his servant," Ron replied with disgust. "What a nuisance. Harry, shall we go back?"

Harry nodded subconsciously, still annoyed by the silent guy.

That was Draco Malfoy, Lucius' only son.Tom smiled lightly, the heirs of the Malfoy family have always been a copy of the previous generation in a sense, Lucius is like this, Draco is still like this.Tom didn't respond to Harry's anger and questioning, and continued to observe what was happening quietly through those green eyes.

So, which house will you go to, my Harry?

"Well," he heard a small voice say in his ear, "difficult. Very difficult. Visibly courageous. Good hearted. Talented, oh my god, yes, very interesting . . . Where should I send you?"

Harry remembered what Sirius had said when he received the admission notice.

"...Of course, we are all Gryffindors." Sirius said, "Your father, mother, Remus and I are all from the same college, and Professor Dumbledore is also a Gryffindor graduate."

"Where's Alphard?" Harry asked, he hadn't forgotten the kind elder who had passed away, "and Uncle Regulus?"

Sirius coughed: "They are Slytherins. Voldemort also graduated from Slytherins."

"Harry, it doesn't matter where you go." Lily gave Sirius a dissatisfied look, "The Sorting Hat will tell you where to go."

"Want to go to Gryffindor?" the small voice of the hat asked in his ear, "but Slytherin is more suitable for you, everything is in your head, Slytherin will help you to glory..."

I don't want to be in the same house as Voldemort!Harry thought through gritted teeth.

"Since you insist, go - Gryffindor!"

The Hat called out that name to the whole Hall, and Tom sighed heavily out of Harry's sight.

During the dinner, Harry paid special attention to Snape, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts whom Sirius had emphasized.Harry knew that the gaunt Professor Snape with the huge hooked nose had been friends with his mother, enemies with his father and godfather, and that he had been a Death Eater.

Snape seemed to catch Harry's gaze, looked up at him, and Harry smiled at him without losing the opportunity.Snape seemed to froze for a moment, then turned his head nonchalantly to chat with the short Professor Flitwick beside him.

Sirius said to tell Snape if he bullied him, but Harry felt that there seemed to be nothing very bad about the unlovable-looking professor other than a little gloomy.

It wasn't until Harry fell asleep that Tom withdrew his consciousness of spying on Harry and rubbed the space between his brows.Harry's protection has an effect on him, but since Lily didn't die protecting Harry, he can still peek into Harry's life as he pleases without worrying about being discovered by him.

In fact, it wasn't a day or two before Harry found himself intruding into his consciousness, and it wasn't once or twice that Harry wanted to talk to him through his mind. Before, Tom felt that Harry was too young and had very little contact with him.Tom flipped through the diary in his hand, and when Harry grew up, he would hand it back to him, because it was his thing.

Suddenly an owl flew through the window and landed on the table.Tom recognized the Hogwarts owl and went over to untie the letter it brought.

With the fonts in circles and circles, is that old bee always worried about herself?After reading the letter, Tom sat down at the desk, took a piece of paper and began to write a reply to Dumbledore.

Of course Tom would be more than happy to play with Harry to make his seven years of study less boring, but Dumbledore, can you arrange such a game without telling everyone without a trace of guilt towards others?History has been changed. Harry doesn't need to exercise his courage in the face of Voldemort. He just needs to finish his studies smoothly and be ready to kill himself in these seven years.

Dumbledore, you don't need to hold Harry in your palm to protect him, as long as he knows the truth he should know, that's enough.