[HP] Dearest Enemy

Harry found that there were suddenly more rumors about him in school, and the source of these gossips turned out to be "Witch Weekly", a magazine he never read.When Sirius wrote to ask Harry what his relationship with the three girls was all about, Harry felt like he couldn't explain it at all, and he couldn't remember a single reporter he'd been interviewed by.Those things that came out of nowhere made Hermione furious, and she vowed to catch the reporter who was talking nonsense.Harry didn't think so much, he just wanted this damn game to end quickly, he was fed up with people looking at him strangely and Tom ignoring him.

The third item is the maze. As long as you get the top three trophies placed in the center of the maze, you will win the game.Lily, Regulus, and Lupine came to watch the game together, while Sirius accepted Dumbledore's commission to patrol outside the maze with Snape. The two looked at each other as if they had seen an enemy.Harry encountered a lot of strange things in the maze, and many of them were provided by Hagrid. Fortunately, his level of magic spells can handle it.

Harry reached the center of the maze in no time, and grabbed the handle of the top three trophy ahead of Krum.

I won, Tom, thought Harry, the corners of his lips curling up irresistibly.What made him even more delighted was that Tom, who had been ignoring him all this time, finally said softly [Congratulations].

Harry felt that this was the most fulfilling semester he had ever had.

The aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament has gradually calmed down in the summer vacation that has come.The relationship between Harry and Tom gradually returned to its previous state.Harry didn't say anything about seeing Tom dreaming, but he didn't forget the confusion caused by the tombstone.

【You promised me that if I win, you will give me a reward. ] said Harry.

[I haven't forgotten. 】Tom responded lightly, 【What do you want? 】

【the truth. 】

Harry felt Tom's heart sink: [I don't understand what you mean. 】

[No, you understand. ] Harry was determined, 【You know I saw that tombstone. 】【What do you want to know? 】

【I've always been puzzled, your behavior is very strange. 】Harry paused, 【I know you can give me the answer, Tom. 】Tom closed his eyes.

[This is not good for you. 】

【But I want to know.I have a right to know. 】

Tom finally sighed.

It was the morning of his 15th birthday when Harry received the diary.A snow-white owl slid silently into his window, dropped the diary beside Harry's pillow like a ghost, and flew away immediately.Harry woke up with a start, and then saw the diary wrapped in brown paper.

The green-eyed boy rubbed his eyes and sat up to remove the wrapping paper.The black diary looked very old, the pages were yellowed, but it was well protected.Harry stroked the leather cover, the truth he was longing for was here, the secrets about Tom and the mysterious Professor Potter, and the reasons why Tom treated himself, who was clearly an enemy, were all in this diary.Harry took a deep breath, then carefully opened the diary.

Tom didn't think about how Harry would react to what was in the diary.After all, this child is not the same as the Harry who raised him.He is too simple, with the unique innocence of a boy of this age.He couldn't guarantee what Harry would do after reading the diary.Maybe it was just a memory for Harry, the story of the life of the man who also happened to be called Harry Potter, but it was all that was being forgotten by time that made it what it was.But in any case, that diary would change Harry, just how much, Tom wasn't sure.

It took Harry three days to read everything in the diary, and then another week to read every letter in the diary from beginning to end, falling into complete silence.Lily was worried about her son's abnormal mood, but Harry didn't say a word to his mother's inquiry.

Sirius couldn't get a word out of Harry's mouth either.He puts the change in Harry down to the emptiness and loss that followed the Triwizard Tournament.Harry didn't refute his godfather's statement, and didn't raise any objection to Sirius' arrangement to take him to London for a walk. He needed a quiet place to sort out his mood.

Harry couldn't explain exactly how he felt after reading the diary.That diary seemed to reveal for him the glamorous appearance covering the reality he saw, telling him so calmly and cruelly that everything he saw and felt was just appearance.Dumbledore and Tom covered everything up, and the life he took for granted suddenly became so heavy that the boy who had just turned 15 couldn't hold his head up.

Before seeing the diary, Harry couldn't imagine his life as described in the diary.Harry finally knew that if Dumbledore and Tom hadn't known this in advance, it would be absolutely impossible for him to live such a relaxed and happy life. Compared with Harry in the diary, his life was a paradise.And Harry in the diary has a firmer and stronger heart than himself.He is kind, persevering, brave, humble, persistent, tolerant...Harry understands why the young Tom and Alex in the diary are attracted to him. His light is not dazzling, but it cannot be ignored.Harry in the diary is a possibility of his future.

All the doubts were solved, and Harry finally knew why Tom chose himself as his opponent, why he kindly cultivated himself like a friend and teacher, and watched him grow.He has a deep affection for Harry, both pure and complex.He loves him, has been confused and angry, and even done things that are unforgivable in Harry's view, but Harry feels that he can't blame him for his actions.The owner of the diary has disappeared in the long river of time, and the memories in the diary are unchangeable past events.It's just that although those regrets and sorrows have faded with time, they can still touch the thinnest string in Harry's heart.Because of the magic cast on the diary, every time Harry opened the diary, it seemed that he was experiencing another life, and every time he reread the joy, anger or sadness, he would have a feeling of "this is reality" illusion.

If there were no accidents brought by time, my life would undoubtedly be the same as described in the diary.The truth is so cruel and terrible, and the bond between myself and Tom is so deep.Anger, sadness, bewilderment, bewilderment... Harry couldn't tell what kind of emotion was constantly churning in his heart.Harry understands that the diary has completely changed his view of the whole world and Tom. He doesn't understand what kind of feelings he has for that destined enemy, and how Tom sees himself.Harry knew that Tom was waiting for him to ask him questions, but Harry didn't want to contact him.He hated Tom's act of forcibly connecting their souls together, because Tom knew very well that he was not the Harry he wanted to see, but he tied himself to him anyway, observing his life through his own eyes, seeing for many years.

Regulus received Harry very warmly.Since Walburga's death, Grimmauld Place has lived only with him and Kreacher.Although Sirius would often go to the square to visit his younger brother, he didn't live here.Recently, however, Sirius decided to temporarily live in London in order to spend time with his precious godson.

Harry didn't want anyone to accompany him, the diary was his secret, and he didn't tell anyone else.Harry asked Sirius for pictures of Arafat, and found the man he wanted to see in a few of them.Tom always wore a discreet, unassuming smile in photos, but to Harry, those smiles were more of a mask.

"There are probably only a few photos of Voldemort when he was a student." Sirius accompanied Harry to look at those old photos, observing the expression of his godson.There was no emotion on Harry's face, and the green-eyed boy quickly put the photo aside.

"Sirius, I want to know what happened the night my father died." Harry looked into the gray eyes of his godfather, "Who really killed my father?"

Sirius stared at Harry dumbfounded, and closed his mouth after a second: "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know the truth," Harry replied quietly, "the whole truth. You never told me what happened that night."

Sirius looked at his godson a little uneasy.Harry has become very strange since his birthday, shutting himself in the room and not coming out, and basically reading books in the study when he came to London.Sirius missed the lively Harry very much, and he felt very out of place with this dull boy.

"It was Halloween that night." Sirius recalled the situation at that time, "Alfart was very disturbed, and finally he said that he was going to Godric's Hollow, and asked me to go too..."

Sirius covered his eyes with his hands when Bellatrix's spell hit James, but Harry sat up straight.

"My father was killed by Lestrange?" Harry stared at Sirius, his face pale, "It wasn't Voldemort?"

Sirius shook his head: "I watched that spell hit James. But what's the difference between being killed by Voldemort?"

Harry looked like he was about to retort, but he just moved his lips and said nothing.

Harry poked Tom through the soul link before going to bed at night.Tom didn't answer, but the hot scar told Harry that the man was listening.

[How did Harry die? 】he asks.

Tom hesitated, then threw him a memory.

【...You killed him with a stun spell? 】

【Yes. 】

Tom felt Harry's emotions stir.

【Harry—】

[Don't call me by my name. 】Harry pushed him in disgust,【Go away. 】

With a severe whipping of the heart, Tom bade the boy goodnight sullenly, before cutting off the connection between the two.

Although Harry's reaction was the result he expected, Tom still couldn't help feeling sad.In front of me, this young man's feelings have always been straightforward. Even if he can feel his complicated emotions, it is easy to sort out the most important emotions from it.Disgusted by him, Tom looked at the night sky covered by clouds with a bitter smile on his lips.

It took Harry a long time to fall asleep, and it wasn't long before he found himself standing on an unfamiliar street in London.This place looked a bit familiar, and Harry observed it for a long time before realizing that it was a place he had seen in his diary.

Harry took the widest road to the end, and came to the house he had seen in the diary.As soon as he walked to the door, he saw a person busy in the garden with his back turned to him.Harry stopped in his tracks, hesitating whether to greet him or not.

The man stood up and patted the dirt on his hands, then turned around and saw the green-eyed boy standing at the door.He seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then showed a gentle smile.

"Come in, Harry." said the man with a pair of green eyes exactly like Harry's. "I'm still wondering when I'll see you."

Harry nodded stiffly, and walked into the small garden.The man with the glasses smiled more gently, and Harry saw a faint lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

The man let him into the living room, then walked into the kitchen, and returned to the living room with a tea tray after a while, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.Harry took a sip from the teacup, and the taste was so good that he was almost amazed.

"Are you a ghost?" Harry finally asked hesitantly, the person in front of him seemed too real.The man sat down opposite Harry and shook his head slightly.

"I am a memory, kept in a diary." The green-eyed man said, "I think I should have a chance to meet you."

"Like a portrait?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You can understand it this way." The other party replied, "But it's still a little different, only you can see me."

"Why?" Harry was puzzled, "Didn't the diary belong to Tom before?"

"I didn't think that the diary would be taken away by him at the time." The adult version of Harry spread his hands, "And I didn't want Dumbledore to know what I recorded. I wrote it for myself, lest I Forgot too much."

"I'm actually surprised," Harry whispered, looking at his grown-up version of himself.The person in front of him was as gentle and friendly as he had imagined, and miraculously did not feel any sense of disobedience, as if he was an old friend he had known for many years.

"You must have a lot of questions," said the grown-up Harry. "Have you had a hard time these days?"

"Uh, it's really not good." The young Harry replied honestly, "I never thought that the truth I wanted to know would be like this."

The green-eyed man gently put the teacup on the table: "The truth is a beautiful and cruel thing."

"Like Pandora's box," Harry muttered. "I wish I didn't know that."

"But you need them, you have to face this sooner or later." The green-eyed man said in a low voice, "Stop talking about it, let's talk about something lighter..."

The two talked about their own interesting things, and Harry felt that he had never had anyone who knew everything about him like this, so he didn't have to worry about anything being known to him.The two chatted happily, and the topic gradually turned back to Tom.

"Do you know what Tom did afterward?" Harry asked.

"Yes, he often looks through the diary." The man wearing glasses replied, his face became a little melancholy, "He thought I was killed by him, but in fact it wasn't all like that. I was in poor health at the time, and in I had just used magic before that. I used magic to write a diary without telling Dumbledore, and the magic cast on the diary was very life-consuming. In fact, when Tom came to me, I could not live for a few days."

"He always thought he killed you," Harry whispered. "I felt his pain and regret when he answered my question."

The green-eyed man sighed sadly.