[HP] Dearest Enemy

"I don't understand why we travel like Muggles."

"That's interesting, isn't it?" said the brunette young woman.

"But it's very inconvenient." The blond young man complained with some dissatisfaction, but there was no expression of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Merlin's beard, that's enough." Hermione turned to look at the man holding her hand, and frowned.

Draco raised his eyebrows disapprovingly: "I still don't quite understand why our wedding trip should be like Muggles."

"Because it's very interesting." Hermione looked at him with a smile. "Draco, haven't you always wanted to see what was mentioned in the Muggle Studies class? This is a good opportunity."

Draco stared at her for a moment, trying not to roll his eyes.

"Merlin's pants." The pale blond young man whispered.

Prague is a beautiful city, perfect for a wedding trip.The two toured the entire city, and finally walked into a cafe by the square together.It was almost dusk at this time, Draco was flipping through the travel brochure introducing Prague that Hermione threw to him, and Hermione rested his chin on the window with interest and looked at the square covered with golden light by the twilight and the flying birds. white dove.

But soon, her sight was attracted by one of the figures.

"Draco."

The young man with platinum blond short hair raised his head and followed his new wife's line of sight. After noticing the figure teasing the pigeon, he couldn't help being taken aback.

A young man with short black hair was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, squatting next to a bench, holding a small paper bag in his hand, grabbed a handful of grains from the paper bag, and bent down to the ground full of white pigeons.Sitting on the bench beside him was a black-haired man in his thirties, leaning on the bench very leisurely, looking at the young man feeding the pigeons beside him.The black-haired young man was feeding the pigeons while talking to the man sitting on the bench, with a gentle smile on his side face towards the pigeons.

"Is that Harry?" Hermione asked.Draco didn't answer right away, but observed for a while.

"It's him." The platinum-haired young man answered in a low voice, called the waiter to pay, and walked out of the cafe with Hermione.

The two approached them carefully, pretending to be tourists walking, and saw the black-haired young man clapping his hands to stand up after feeding the pigeons, and then saw the face clearly.

It was indeed Harry, with the same emerald green eyes as in memory, and a face that had been fully opened with a maturity beyond his age, but still carried the unique vigor of young people.He had grown a lot taller, and his physique was slightly on the thinner side. He was darker than when he was at Hogwarts, but he looked very healthy and energetic.

Draco hesitated suddenly, he wasn't sure that this person was the friend he remembered, but Hermione had already dragged him and strode over.

The man and the young man sitting on the chair turned their heads to the young witch at the same time. The green-eyed young man stopped talking and watched her stand still in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Harry? Harry Potter?" Hermione asked nervously.

"It's me," Harry replied, and then his eyes suddenly widened. "Wait, you're Hermione?"

"It's really you, Harry!" said Hermione in surprise, covering her mouth slightly. "Merlin, my God, I can't believe it."

"Hello, Harry." Draco patted his wife's arm, showing a faint smile, "Do you remember me?"

"Of course, dear Draco, my friend!" Harry hugged the necks of the two of them in surprise and joy, and Hermione was already crying with joy, "I didn't expect to see you here. "

Tom sat quietly watching this scene, then slowly stood up and planned to go back to the apartment they rented, not wanting to disturb the three young people who were hugging each other to talk about the old days.But Harry had let go of his two friends, grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him in front of them.

"This is Tom." Harry happily introduced to the two old friends, completely oblivious to the gradual rigidity of their expressions, "We are traveling and will live in Prague for a while."

Tom smiled at the two children who were staring at him, and held out his hand to Draco: "Hello."

Hermione mechanically shook hands with the former Dark Lord, and Draco's pale face became even paler.

"Can we have dinner together?" said Harry, still happily. "Tom, shall we make it ourselves or go to a restaurant?"

Hermione's face paled now.

Tom looked at his young partner helplessly, and shook his head slightly.

"No, I'm not going."

[With me around, your friends will feel uncomfortable. 】

Harry froze for a moment before noticing the disturbed expressions on the faces of his two friends.

[But what do you do? 】

【I'll go back and wait for you. 】

【Tom...】

[You haven't seen each other for three years, right?Go have a good chat and remember to come back early. ] [...Tom] Harry looked at him apologetically.

Tom chuckled and squeezed Harry's cheek.

[Don't worry about me, don't make your friends wait too long. 】

Tom smiled at the three and left.Harry watched his back go away with a sad look in his eyes.

"Harry." Hermione called him softly, "...isn't Tom with us?"

"No, he doesn't like excitement." Harry replied, turning his head, the smile had returned to his face.Draco was still watching Tom's back, unable to tell what expression was on his face.

"Come on, let's go to dinner." Harry grabbed Draco's shoulders, "I know a nice restaurant, this way."

Driven by Harry, the atmosphere of the dinner finally became active.The three were talking and laughing, as if they had returned to the time when they were still studying at Hogwarts.After dinner, the three of them went to a bar to chat.Harry habitually cast a spell around the three of them to make sure the conversation would not be interrupted.Hermione told Harry that Draco was kicked out of the house by Lucius, who was so angry that he was going to marry his Muggle-born self. Unexpectedly, Draco didn't care about it at all. traveling with his bride to Europe.Draco listened quietly while Hermione narrated, the corners of his lips curled up gracefully as if listening to an anecdote.

Harry sighed for this, but the two friends didn't care at all.

"My mother has been trying to persuade my father to change his mind," said Draco. "My father thinks I've tarnished the honor of the Malfoy family, but I don't think so. You've given me a lot of encouragement, Harry. What you gave up There are so many more things than me."

Hermione gave Draco a reproachful look, and Harry suppressed the smile on his face, looking into his friend's grayish blue eyes.

This is the most critical topic, and he cannot keep avoiding it.

"Harry, so you've been with Tom all this time?" Hermione asked cautiously.

Harry glanced at Hermione, who was already much prettier, and nodded: "As you can see."

"You haven't been separated?"

"No, we've been together."

"I don't understand." Hermione whispered, "Why did you choose... Tom? You only left a letter to explain all this. Later, Dumbledore and your mother told us the ins and outs of the matter, and I understood a little bit Why did you have such a change. But even so, I don't understand why you are with him? "

Harry looked at the two friends staring at him, a little at a loss.

"I didn't make up my mind before I dueled him," Harry replied slowly. "I just felt that if I killed him, it would haunt me for the rest of my life, and I didn't want to kill him at all."

"But he's the one who can't even mention his name." Hermione said, wringing her hands. "Many people died because of him, and his crimes are unforgivable."

"He never forgave himself," Harry said calmly. "Since he killed that man by mistake 50 years ago, he has been living with self-blame and guilt. Maybe Dumbledore didn't tell you that he The reason for that, but he didn't know it. He knew it all, he just didn't say it all. And Tom's decision at the time..."

Harry paused, a fact he had been avoiding.He couldn't be sure that Tom's decision was the right one, even Tom himself admitted that his approach was stupid, but Harry couldn't reprimand him.

He couldn't ignore the way Tom looked at him sometimes, and he knew he was looking at another Harry through his own eyes.Tom knows that Harry is not someone's substitute, and Tom really loves him, but the source of this feeling is much more complicated than that of other people, and his feelings for Tom are also very complicated.

"...I can't judge." Harry lowered his eyes and sighed lowly, "I'm not qualified."

Draco took Hermione's hand, and Hermione glanced at her husband, then at her green-eyed friend.

"You love him, don't you?"

Harry gave a wry smile and nodded, "Yes, I love him. I tried, but I couldn't hate him. So I made the choice."

Hermione opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say, so she closed it.The air seemed to have a shape and began to solidify slowly. Draco took a sip of whiskey and broke the silence on the small round table.

"I remember Dumbledore said that the lord did not just do it for himself according to the history recorded in the diary." Draco said in his usual tone, "In the case that history has not been disturbed, indeed There should be war, and it will be worse than what we have experienced."

"But history has changed," Hermione said, "so now Harry will be with Tom. But before Harry went back to the past because Tom shot him a death curse, but wouldn't this be a form of A paradox?"

Harry rubbed his wine glass, and said slowly: "I think we can refer to some Muggle theories. Tom and I also checked some information for the current results, but the conclusions we got are not as accurate as theirs. How could Dumbledore explain?"

"He can't explain it clearly either." Draco snorted softly, "Mysterious old guy."

Harry laughed.

"Albus is working hard, too," said Harry. "He has too much to worry about."

It was nearly midnight when the three finally walked out of the tavern.Harry hugged his two friends and said goodbye to them very reluctantly.

"Harry, go home and have a look if you have time, we all miss you," said Hermione, "especially your mother, she wants to see you again."

"I don't recommend you go with that lord, though," Draco said slowly. "Your godfather will eat him alive. He always thinks you're being deluded."

Harry coughed lightly and held out his hand to the two of them.

"By the way, there is one more thing I almost forgot to say." Harry said, "I wish you happiness."

Hermione glanced at Draco, with a rosy blush on her face, and took Harry's hand: "I wish you happiness too."

Harry smiled and shook her hand, then patted Draco on the shoulder again.

"Don't make Hermione cry."

Draco glared at Harry with idiotic eyes, and took his wife into his arms.

"Goodbye, Harry."

"Goodbye my friend."

Harry waved at them until the two disappeared into the crowd.