[HP] Dearest Enemy

Tom woke up suddenly, tranced for a few seconds, and then sat up on his hands.There is a faint pink in the sky, which is the color of roses that are about to bloom.The sun will fully rise in a few minutes. Tom rubbed his eyes and found the blanket in his hand that had slipped to the side due to his actions. He was slightly startled, and then he understood.It looked like Harry had been in his room yesterday.Tom noticed a glass of water on the bedside table, so he raised his head and drank it.The cool liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, as if a switch in his body had been turned on, and he suddenly woke up.

Yesterday afternoon, he found the locket left by his mother, knew his life experience, and because he couldn't accept it emotionally, he hid in his room and thought a lot, and then gradually fell asleep.It seemed that Harry once asked himself to go down to dinner, but at that time his consciousness was immersed in the twilight of sleep and he didn't move, and he couldn't remember when Harry came in later.Tom opened the wardrobe and changed, then went into the adjoining bathroom to clean up, and walked slowly downstairs.

The smell of frying bacon filled the room.Tom walked into the kitchen and saw that the corn flakes porridge had been placed on the table. The black-haired man was busy in front of the kitchen counter with his back to him. like that.Tom suddenly felt much more relaxed. Abandoning his parents was not considered his relatives. The man in front of him with glasses and a faint lightning scar on his forehead was his closest relative.

Tom snorted self-deprecatingly.Harry turned his head when he heard the voice behind him, and saw the black-haired boy standing neatly at the kitchen door, his black eyes were much clearer than usual.The man curled his mouth at the boy, who nodded slightly as a morning greeting.

"I was going upstairs to call you." Harry poured some slices of bacon onto Tom's plate, added two fried eggs, and said softly to the frowning boy, "You didn't eat anything last night." ,eat more."

Tom pursed his lips, did not refute, picked up the spoon and ate the fried egg quietly, and did not speak until the end of the breakfast.

"I'd like to see Little Hangleton," said Tom suddenly, while washing the dishes.

Harry froze for a moment when he heard that, and turned to look at Tom involuntarily.The boy asked for his approval with his eyes, Harry thought for a while and nodded.

"I go with you."

Harry suggested Muggle travel, and Tom shook his head, not wanting to waste time.Harry didn't hesitate, and took Tom to Apparate to Little Hangleton.The place where the two appeared was behind a bush hedge on the side of a country road.Tom was pale with this unpleasant mode of travel.The two walked towards Little Hangleton following the guidance of the wooden signpost.

"That's the Riddle House." Harry pointed to the large and magnificent house with a large lawn on the opposite hillside. "Your father and grandparents still live there."

Tom stared at the eye-catching building for a while before speaking: "Where is the Gaunt house?"

Harry hesitated, then turned into a gap in the fence, Tom following closely.The two walked on the narrow dirt road for a short time before they saw a low forest, and a dilapidated old house was half hidden in the tangled bushes.Tom looked at the small house like a dilapidated shed in surprise, and then his eyes fell on the dirty door: a dried snake was nailed to it.

"Your grandfather, Mr. Marvolo, has been dead for a long time." Harry said calmly, "He was sentenced to six months in Azkaban for injuring a Ministry of Magic official, and he died not long after he was released from prison. .”

"So there's no one living here?" asked Tom dryly.

"No." Harry didn't want to answer the question. "Your uncle Morfin Gaunt should still be there, but I don't think you want to see him."

Tom glanced at the man beside him.Harry's face was not calm, he could see subtle worry and uneasiness on that face.Tom was silent for a few seconds, then strode toward the door.

"Tom!" Harry followed, trying to stop the boy's movement, but Tom's fist had already landed on the door.

The door was not closed, and Tom squinted at the darkness and filth of the room.The room was indescribably filthy, and a small, dark table was barely lighted by a faltering candle.A man next to the candle looked up, revealing a face with hair covering its eyes and mouth.He stared at the black-haired boy standing at the door, holding a short knife in his left hand, and then slowly raised his right hand holding the wand to stand up.A pile of wine bottles at his feet bumped against each other and rolled aside.

"You!" the man with tangled hair and beard yelled at Tom, "You!"

"Stop!" whispered Tom, hissing snakes.

Morfin bumped against the corner of the table and stopped, staring at Tom.Tom entered the room, followed by Harry, wand gripped tightly in his hand.

"You can say that?" Morfin asked hoarsely.

Tom didn't speak, but frowned.Mixed with disappointment and anger, he found that he really didn't want to see this person as Harry said.

Morfin pushed back the dirty hair in front of him and looked at Tom carefully. Tom noticed that he wore a large black stone ring on his right hand.

"I thought you were that Muggle," whispered Morfin. "You look exactly like that Muggle."

Tom still didn't speak.He slowly put his hand into his pocket and clenched it into a fist.

"He's back, you know?" Morfin moved closer to Tom nervously, "He abandoned my sister, and my sister deserves it! She married trash!" Morfin spat on the ground, "Throw away our Face, she, that little bitch! And robbed us, before she ran away! Where's the locket, eh, where's the Slytherin's locket?"

"Tom, let's go." Harry's deep voice sounded behind him, and Tom suddenly remembered that he came with Harry.He squeezed his lips tightly, turned around suddenly, and the two walked out.

"Stop!" cried Morfin. "Who are you? And you! Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't try to go!"

Morfin cast a jinx at Tom with his wand.Tom instinctively tried to draw his wand, but Harry was faster than he was, and Morfin's hex was sidelined by him, crashing into a nearby tree.

"We mean no harm," said Harry, warning in his voice.

"Don't talk nonsense with him!" Tom roared, he took out his wand, and knocked out Morfin who rushed to the door neatly.

"Tom!" Harry looked at the boy trembling with anger in surprise, and grabbed his hand.

"Don't stop me!" Tom shook Harry's hand and stared at him angrily. "You already knew this?"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed together.He couldn't lie to Tom, but that question wasn't so easy to answer.

"Answer me!" cried Tom.

"Yes, I know," said Harry flatly.

Tom stared at him for a few seconds, then walked out of the path without looking back.

"Tom!" Harry chased after him, grabbing the boy's shoulders, "Where are you going?"

"Leave me alone!" Tom turned to avoid the man's palm, "Don't follow me."

The boy's face twisted, and Harry cast a petrifying spell on him without hesitation, catching the boy who nearly fell to the ground.Shocked and angry, Tom couldn't move because of the spell, and could only stare angrily at the green-eyed man.

"You're not calm," said Harry, in a strange tone. "I think you probably want to see your father, but you can't see him in the state you're in. You've attacked Morfin, and I don't want to see you next Attacking my own father and grandparents, we'd better get out of here."

Tom stared at Harry coldly.Harry gave Tom a sorry look, and Disapparated.

"How could you!" Tom yelled at Harry after the spell was lifted.

"Calm down!" Harry grabbed the boy by the shoulders and forced him to sit down on the sofa. "You can't cast magic outside the school, and I can't watch you attack your relatives."

"They are not my relatives!" Tom said coldly, resisting the man's restraint, "I don't have such relatives! What is that dirty old ghost? How can he be called a descendant of Slytherin!"

"Tom!" Harry whispered, "anyway, you can't attack an innocent person for no reason. If you don't want me to keep your wand for a while, don't throw a tantrum like a child."

"I didn't lose my temper!" the black-eyed boy roared, "You knew this but didn't tell me!"

"You wouldn't want to accept them," said Harry. "You wouldn't want to have relations like that yourself. And your father, he wouldn't accept you, I don't want you to hear that. Calm down, Tom, I can I understand your thoughts."

Tom pursed his lips, slowly lowered his head and gave up resistance.Harry confirmed that the boy had calmed down before letting go of his shoulders.It was a long time before Tom raised his head slowly, his eyes were startlingly bright.

"Harry, we are one family, aren't we?" the black-eyed teenager asked softly, there was a hint of pleading in his voice that he didn't even notice.The expression on Harry's face became very strange at that moment, but before he could say anything, Tom stood up and stretched out his slender arms to hug him.

This sudden move petrified Harry completely, but the teenager who buried his face in his shoulder didn't notice it.

"Don't leave me behind, Harry." Tom's voice was choked up, "None of them are my closest relatives, only you are. I only have you left."

Harry tilted his neck, stiff in shock, and brushed his cheek against the boy's neatly trimmed hair.He couldn't describe the shock in his heart at this moment. This stubborn child was so fragile at the moment, just like when he saw him just born 15 years ago, as if he could easily kill him with one hand.

Tom's body was shaking, he felt the man's stiffness and hesitation, but he hugged the still unmoved man even harder, unwilling to lift his head from his chest.Harry, Harry, why don't you respond to me, you don't want to accept me, do you want to abandon me a second time?Don't you think me and you are family?

Harry turned to look at the sky.He adopted Tom, became a professor, had his own house, and had a foothold in this era, but he never had a sense of belonging.In fact, Ron Hermione's face has long been blurred in memory, and even Ginny Harry can't remember her smile anymore. Fifteen years had changed so much that Harry knew his chances of going back were slim.And the current self is no longer the 15-year-old self, just like Tom, the boy who is begging himself not to leave him, he has been changed.

The man slowly reached out to caress the boy's back, hugged the child left behind because of his kindness, and made his promise in a calm voice.

"I swear, I will never leave you again."