[HP] Dearest Enemy

The gray-eyed man was not surprised.Tom wasn't like Harry, he wasn't as forgiving as his godfather, and Alex knew more or less what he had done at school.Besides, today's facts are a bit too much. If Tom doesn't come to him, Alex will feel that Merlin is joking with him and replace this brat with someone else.

"What do you really think of Harry?" Tom asked bluntly. "Do you consider him a friend or a lover?"

"I was too excited today, but I didn't mean to kiss Harry to stimulate you," Alex said as calmly as possible. "I know Harry is different from us. He is my friend."

"What did you mean when you said you wanted to play a game with me?" Tom said in a cold tone, "Did you think it was fun to tease Harry? Or did you just think you were happy to see me so angry?"

"Tom, you don't really like him, do you?" Alex evaded the important point and raised an eyebrow.

"Like it?" The black-eyed boy snorted coldly and raised his head, "It's not that simple, Alex. I love him, and I love Harry more than anything. He's been me since I was very young." He is the most important person in my life, and has always been." The black-eyed boy took a deep breath, and his cheeks were slightly red because he said the desire that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.He paused, his expression had regained his composure, "Answer my question, Alex. Harry is your friend, why do you still do this?"

"Today's incident was an accident." Alex stood up and said seriously, "I did want to tease you at first, because our game didn't stop, but I really didn't intend to kiss him!"

"That's not what I asked!" Tom interrupted Alex's defense loudly. "Why did you bring up that game? I know you must have seen what I wanted at the time, but Harry is your friend, and you Are you doing it because you're bored?"

Alex didn't answer, and Tom narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together.It seemed that he was right, this damned hedgehog actually treated Harry like that for such a boring reason!The blood surged upward as if on fire, and the black-eyed boy quickly raised his wand without thinking too much.Alex was quick to react, but the wand was in his pocket, and Tom had been prepared.He was hit by Tom when he pulled out his wand, and his brain lost control of his body, only his eyes could still move.

Tom put his wand back into his pocket calmly, pulled out Alex's wand and threw it aside, then punched Alex in the face.The tall man couldn't control his body, and fell heavily on the plush carpet, with blood streaming from his nostrils.

"This is for Harry, you bastard." Tom said condescendingly, "He regards you as his closest friend, you know? By the way," the boy knelt down and raised his fist, "I was here just now A small spell cast on one hand to enhance the effect. How does it feel, dear Alex?"

Alex glared at him as Tom's second punch landed on his cheek.Alex felt like at least one of his teeth was chipped, his mouth smelled of blood and rust, and his ears were ringing.

"This is mine. You shouldn't provoke me like this, especially since I have always regarded you as a friend." Tom's voice was not loud, but it made Alex feel chills from the bottom of his heart, "Harry is mine Man, you have been touching him, I have tolerated you for a long time, do you know?"

Alex coughed twice.Couldn't turn his head around, Tom's spell was working, he couldn't make it work.The third punch landed, and Tom hit him precisely in the stomach.Alex suddenly felt that his eyes were darkened, and he was about to pass out from the pain in an instant. His ears were filled with the humming of bees' wings, and he could hardly hear what the boy's whisper-like cold voice was saying.

Tom raised his hand to deliver a punch, but was stopped by a trembling voice behind him.

"stop!"

Tom turned to see Harry standing in the doorway watching him.Green eyes and black eyes looked at each other for a few seconds, Tom turned back coldly, and raised his fist again.

"Enough, Tom! Enough."

The wrist was grabbed by Harry, Tom had to give up the plan to continue beating the guy, and stood up slowly.Harry quickly knelt down beside Alex.Alex looked miserable, with blood all over his face, only a pair of eyes fixed on him, his chest heaved violently, but he didn't move.Knowing that he was under Tom's spell, Harry quickly undid it, then cast a spell to stop the bleeding, and called Alex's house elf.Tom took this opportunity to undo the spell cast on his fist, stretching his slender fingers a little.Hitting people with their fists feels good too, if not gracefully.

Harry finished tending to Alex's injuries, helped him sit on the sofa, and turned to his godson.

"Why hit Alex?" Harry's expression was cold, but also angry.

"He insulted you, in front of so many people," said Tom quietly, as if he were talking about something completely alien to himself, "I can't bear anyone insulting my godfather."

"Then you shouldn't have hit him!" said Harry. "He's your professor!"

"He deserves it!" cried Tom. "I know you won't punish him, but I won't take it. You expect me to be indifferent after what he has done to you? You are my dearest man." , Harry, I can't tolerate letting anyone touch you casually!"

Harry stared at his godson dumbfounded. He knew Tom meant what he meant, he could see it in those dark eyes that had lost their usual calm.I can't help but say that I was a little moved in my heart. Harry knew that Tom was famous for protecting his shortcomings in Slytherin, but he never thought that Tom would treat Alex like this for himself.

"Apologize to him, Tom," Harry ordered, but his tone was much calmer than before.

"After he apologizes to you, I will," said Tom forcefully.Harry glared at his godson, and the dark-eyed boy responded with his gaze without showing any weakness, extremely stubborn.

Alex grabbed the arm of the sofa and tried to stand up, but Tom's hand was too hard.After trying a few times, he finally stood up, gritted his teeth and clutched his stomach, walked up to Harry, and put one hand on Harry's shoulder to keep his balance.

"Tom's right, I do owe you an apology," said Alex in a low voice, broken, "I'm sorry, Harry, I was a jerk."

Harry's eyes flickered a few times, and it took a while before he spoke: "Stop making such jokes, Alex, I don't like it."

Alex bent his mouth reluctantly: "Sorry, I remember."

Harry looked over to his godson.Tom went to help Alex sit back on the couch and cleared his throat.

"Sorry, Alex, I shouldn't have hit you." The boy's tone was indifferent, with no sincerity at all, "I swear to Merlin that similar incidents will never happen again. I am willing to accept your punishment as an injury Your body's compensation."

After Tom finished speaking, he stared at Alex, who waved his hand and squeezed out a few words: "I accept."

Tom turned to look at Harry.Harry looked at him for a moment, then sighed.

"I'll take you back to your bedroom later, you need house-elves tonight." Harry finished to Alex, then turned to Tom, "Now go and pack your things at once, we leave early tomorrow morning. "

Tom nodded and gave Alex another look before heading to his bedroom.

"That kid hit too hard." Alex said to his friend, gasping for breath in pain, "Would you like to punch me a few times to calm down?"

Harry eased his expression helplessly: "I can't control him for a long time."

Alex smiled meaningfully at his friend, and frowned again in pain: "Tom is sensible, he didn't intend to beat me to death."

And he will not tell you about his falling in love with you, at least in the near future.Alex is well aware of this.

It's going to be hard to sleep tonight.

Tom tossed and turned in bed, thinking about the guy with the glasses and the unruly hair.Harry, Harry... The black-eyed boy watched every movement of that person in the dark night, from the initial indifference to the later gentleness, those emerald eyes never left him.The chest was very painful, as if it was blocked by something, or as if the heart was pinched by a hand, and it was throbbing and painful every time it beat.Tom put his hand gently on his chest, his heart beating hard in the dark.

I love him, the boy stared at the top of the tent and said silently in his heart.But Harry couldn't just accept his feelings like that, he only saw himself as a child.

Tom pursed his lower lip lightly.He couldn't have any more expectations, he was familiar with Harry's temper, and he couldn't take the risk of explaining to him that Harry would lose him.He was afraid that he would leave, and he was afraid that he would become a stranger to him because of this.As long as you don't say anything or do anything, you can stay by his side until you want to leave.

I was very unwilling, but Tom couldn't think of a better way.For now, if Harry feels this way about himself, then he will definitely do something. At that time... Tom closes his eyes, what does he look like in Harry's eyes?Tom has the confidence to make Harry admit how good he is, but he doesn't have the confidence to let Harry know himself from a new perspective. After all, he is the one who raised himself.Tom couldn't help but recalled the time when he was with Harry when he was a child. As he thought about it, his consciousness began to slip into the abyss of sleep.

"Tom, Tom, wake up."

Someone called him and tapped him on the cheek, and Tom recognized the voice, and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Harry!?" Tom's eyes widened, and the drowsiness disappeared suddenly.

The expression on the green-eyed man's face was serious: "Get up and get dressed, we're leaving."

"So early?" Tom noticed from the alarm clock beside him that it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Hurry up." Harry spoke quickly, "They're fighting, we haven't gotten involved yet, it's safer to leave early."

Tom set to work at once to change his clothes.Harry took Tom's changed pajamas and stuffed them into the backpack on the chair beside them, and they went downstairs together.

"Where's Alex?" Tom found himself and Harry alone in the room.

Harry said as he walked, "He's gone to get the key to the door. Let's go to the woods first. He will meet us after he gets the key."

As soon as the two of them stepped out of the tent, the house-elf who was guarding outside began to put the tent away quickly.However, the speed of the battle expanded faster than Harry expected. Many tents in the camp they were in had already been set on fire. Cries and screams tore through the night sky. All were running for the woods, and others were fighting around those burning tents, and the light of the spell was scattered in all directions, and it was strange and dangerous against the firelight.

"Get your wand and go into the woods!" Harry said, throwing his knapsack into Tom's hand, which was already holding the wand.

"Harry!" Tom grabbed his wrist. "What are you going to do?"

"Go and stay in the Forbidden Forest," Harry ordered.

But the strength in the boy's hands was unexpectedly strong: "Don't go, we should wait for Alex to come back."

"No, Tom, they're going to kill those innocent people." Harry's brows were tightly knit together, his face was an irresistible determination, "I don't want to see this situation again. I will as soon as possible Come back, don't worry."

He broke free from the boy's hand and ran towards the group of fighters, and soon disappeared.Tom weighed it for a second, then swung Harry's knapsack over his shoulder, drew his wand and ran in Harry's direction.

Damn it, how could he stand by at a time like this?

Before he could catch up to Harry, however, a spell hit him.The body fell to the ground uncontrollably, and Tom found that the person who attacked him turned out to be the wizard standing at the top, Grindelwald.

"Little devil." The Dark Lord was still wearing the clothes he wore when he watched the Quidditch match, but the expression on his face was extremely cold, as if it had dropped to freezing point.Grindelwald pointed a scarred wand at Tom's head, "Which country are you from?"

"England." Tom sat up with his upper body propped up, trying not to tremble, "I'm a student at Hogwarts."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes: "What did you want to do just now?"

"My godfather wants to protect the innocent," Tom replied calmly. "I want to stop him."

Grindelwald snorted imperceptibly and lowered his wand.Tom hesitated, then stood up slowly.

"Aren't you going to stop your men?" Tom asked boldly.

Grindelwald glanced at him unexpectedly, not angry at Tom's rudeness: "They need to vent their anger."

"But this is Ireland, and English wizards camp in this camp!" said Tom.

"Britain also participated in the war and is an ally of France." Grindelwald looked at the black-eyed and black-haired boy with interest.Tom noticed that even at such times he looked elegant and unhurried, his blond hair was meticulous, and he was not at all as crazy as rumored.

"It was a Muggle war," said Tom. "Britain didn't take part in a wizard's war!"

The blond-haired middle-aged man was obviously surprised, showing a mocking smile: "It seems that Hogwarts students are living too peacefully. What's your name?"

Angry at his taunt, Tom gripped his wand tightly and forced his name through his teeth: "Tom Riddle."

Grindelwald looked at Tom for a few seconds, and then said: "You should obey your godfather and go to the woods. The battle here will end soon, and he will not be happy to see you injured."

He disappeared as soon as he finished speaking, as suddenly as he appeared.Tom froze for a few seconds, then changed his mind and ran to the woods.Even if I ran to Harry's side, I couldn't help much. Grindelwald should at least be right, that is, Harry would never want to see himself hurt.