[HP] Dearest Enemy

The Christmas holidays are over.Tom arrived at King's Cross station early in the morning, hid in his compartment early, closed the door and cast a soundproof spell, he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone.

At 10:30, there were finally more people, the door suddenly opened, and Alpha walked in with a suitcase.

"Hey, you came so early!"

Tom sat in his usual seat by the window, smiled at his friend, and lowered his head again.

"What's the matter? Are you in a bad mood?" Alphat noticed Tom's strangeness.

"A little uncomfortable," said Tom. "How was your holiday?"

Alfat shrugged, put the box under the seat, and sat down opposite him: "It's the same as usual, just attended a few more parties, it's really annoying."

Tom smiled slightly.Alfart is different from Abraxas. He doesn't like dinners and dances in various names of pure-blood families, but as a member of the Black family, this kind of entertainment is always indispensable, and he has to go even if he doesn't want to. .

"What about you? How did you spend the New Year?" Arafat asked, "You disappeared after your birthday. I thought you wouldn't show up."

"You know I want to spend the holidays with Harry in peace," said Tom flatly.

"Then is there any progress between you and Harry?" Alphat glanced at the compartment door and asked in a low voice, "You haven't contacted me for half the holiday, how are you two doing?"

Tom froze for a moment, and glared at Alphard: "What else can Harry and I do?"

After finishing a sentence without beginning or end, Tom lowered his head and continued to read, as if he had no intention of chatting with Alphat.Alfart frowned. Tom acted strangely, but he couldn't explain why it was so strange. This sense of disobedience seemed familiar, but Alfart couldn't remember when he had seen Tom with such an expression.He observed for a while, Tom was reading the book quietly all the time, and there was no abnormality on his face, so he swallowed the questioning words into his stomach.

The train started, and it didn't take long for Luke Wood and others to knock on the door.Alfart was sure that there was a palpable negativity in Tom, felt by everyone in the cubicle.He had a vague feeling that something must have happened between Tom and Harry during the holidays, but there were so many people in the cubicle that he couldn't go on asking Tom for details.

Tom behaved normally at the dinner party.When the two returned to the dormitory after the dinner, Alfart stopped Tom, who was about to take a shower, and he wanted to clarify the matter.

"There's something wrong with you." Arffat said, "You're weird today, like... just like when Harry didn't come back a few years ago." Arffat remembered Tom's face after entering Hogwarts for the first Christmas The expression on his face, "That's right, it's exactly the same as that time, as if he died."

Tom looked at him silently for a moment, then went on to the bathroom.

"Tom, what happened?" Alfred pressed his friend's shoulder, "it will feel better to say it."

"I'm all right," said Tom quietly. "Nothing."

The black-eyed boy pushed the door away from his friend and walked into the bathroom. After a while, there was a slight sound of water from the closed door.Alfred became more convinced of his guess: something must have happened to Tom, and it was related to Harry.

However, just like that time, there was no change in Tom's daily life, and even his attitude towards Harry did not change at all, which made Alfred a little puzzled.He had expected Tom to make things difficult for him in class like Harry did when he first came back, but Tom didn't, still actively asking or answering questions, just as careful as Harry not to look each other in the eye.

At 07:30 on Tuesday night, Tom habitually came to the door of Harry's office on the third floor.He stopped when he raised his hand to knock on the door.In Defense Against the Dark Arts class on Monday, Harry and him had the same understanding as usual, and Tom thought that no one could see the gap between him and Harry.By the way, except for Alpha, that guy is always sensitive to his own mood changes.Tom was sure that Harry would continue to be a good godfather to others, but what about when he was alone with him?

The black-eyed boy frowned tightly and put his hands down.Harry had made it very clear that he should no longer be in front of his office.But Tom did want to get a closer look at Harry, and although he was seen every day at the teachers' table, Tom still wanted to see him.Just by looking at him, there's nothing wrong with visiting your professor as a student.

Tom took a deep breath and knocked on Harry's door.

The door opened, and Harry, not surprised to see Tom, stepped aside to let him in.Tom's desk was still where it had been, but it didn't have the usual pile of homework on it.

"I didn't leave homework for them," Harry explained. "The semester has just started, and the students need to review it first."

Tom nodded, and sat down in the armchair by the little round table.He knew Harry's habit of not having much written work in the first week of school.Harry has never given students much homework such as essays, he pays more attention to the practice of charms than to the theory.Occasionally, when Harry has no homework to correct, Tom usually stays with Harry to review his homework or complete his own homework, and then chat with Harry and Alex who is cheeky here, but today...

Harry made tea for Tom and went back behind his desk.Tom was keenly aware of the emerald green eyes avoiding his sight.Harry would not refuse to come to his office, nor would he refuse to correct his homework, but the harmonious and peaceful atmosphere was gone.The air seemed to be freezing. Tom added a spoonful of sugar to the teacup and stirred slowly. After the sugar had completely melted, he picked up the cup and drank the liquid inside.

He shouldn't have come, Tom couldn't pretend like before that those things didn't happen, and Harry couldn't either.

"I'm going back." Tom stood up and said, pausing slightly, "I made an appointment with Mild three nights a week to help her sort out the books, so I won't come here if I have nothing to do in the future."

Harry, who was working on the desk, raised his head and exchanged glances with Tom, but quickly looked away: "I see. The password won't change, you can come over whenever you want."

Tom nodded stiffly, then walked to the door and said goodbye to his godfather without looking back: "Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Tom."

Harry's voice was as gentle as ever.Tom pressed his lips together, then yanked the door open.

Tom was slightly taken aback.Alex was standing at the door, raising his hand as if about to knock, and also looked at him in surprise.

Tom nodded to him coldly, and walked away from the man.

"Oh? Are you leaving so early?"

Alex pressed after him, but Tom made up his mind to ignore it and walked away quickly.

"What's the matter with him?" Alex frowned as Tom disappeared around the corner in the corridor, then walked into Harry's office and closed the door.

"He's not in a good mood," said Harry. "What would you like to drink?"

"Don't bother, I just came to see you." Alex stroked his still arrogant black hair, "How is your vacation?"

"It's the same as usual." Harry shrugged, except for being confessed and kissed by his godson.

"How was Tom's birthday?" Alex asked, sitting on Harry's desk.

"Live as he likes," Harry replied. "Have a day with some of his buddies." And a lot of wine.

"You really dote on him." Alex shook his head, "You are too kind to that brat."

Harry smiled, the corners of his lips curled up a bit bitterly.

"Seriously." Harry decided to change the subject, "Did you go out this holiday?"

"Going out." Alex replied honestly, "I went to Ireland. Dumbledore still likes to send people so much."

"To Ireland?" Harry asked a little curiously.

"A few restless Germans ran over there." Alex folded his arms across his chest, "Dumbledore was worried, so he let me pass."

"You're still so enthusiastic." Harry said slowly.

Alex gave Harry a meaningful look: "Harry, you might as well just say what you want to say."

Harry smiled: "I just hope nothing happens to you. Dumbledore is a great wizard, but he is only a mortal, and as long as he is a human, he will have shortcomings."

"It seems to be the first time I've heard you speak ill of Dumbledore." Alex raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You know him well?"

"I wish I knew him." Harry's smile turned bitter.

Alex looked at Harry for a while, then reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder: "Thank you for your advice, Harry, I will keep it in mind."

Tom didn't know why he was lying at that moment.He knew that Mrs. Mild, who was in charge of the library, would be happy to have someone help her sort out those messy books, but he had never applied for it.That ridiculous excuse was like an explanation to cover up when, and that explanation was for himself, not for Harry.

The sudden free time made Tom a little confused about how to arrange it for a while, so he really went to the library to help Mrs. Mild.Tom hadn't planned to hide it from Arafate, knowing that his sharp friend would find a way to figure out what happened to him, but he hadn't planned to confess to him so soon.But helping to organize books is a very boring job. Tom only needs to wave his wand and the books will return to their respective places, and Mrs. Mild almost doesn't let him touch the books in the restricted area, otherwise the work will still happen. more fun.

It has been more than a month since the start of the new semester, and Tom's mood still hasn't improved. No matter how Arafat asks, he always gets answers like "I'm fine", "I'm fine", "You worry too much", and "Don't worry".At the same time, Tom's management of Slytherin became more and more strict.The president of the student union who took office after Celtic graduated was a good-natured Gryffindor, so naturally he couldn't reach Tom's side; the fifth grade prefect Luke Wood claimed to be Tom's man through and through, and was persuaded to go to Tom because of this. Compete with Alpha in front of you.Tom didn't say anything when Arfate complained to himself, but told him not to take these trivial matters too seriously.All of Slytherin knew that it was only a matter of time before Tom became the next Head Boy, and that all student affairs in the house were now handled by Tom, and Slughorn had always been delighted to have such a capable assistant.

"Tom, your mind is wandering again."

The short-haired boy withdrew his gaze from the window, and the hurt emotion flashed in his black eyes.I don't know how many times it was, Alfat found that Tom had been distracted since he sat down in their usual place, and his friend didn't cover up as usual, allowing himself to sit down every 10 minutes. Just remind him once.

Alfart gritted his teeth, took out his wand and cast a silencing spell on the surroundings, he decided to ask this matter clearly.

"Tom, what's the matter with you and Harry?"

The short-haired boy looked up at him, and said a few words concisely: "I was rejected by him."

Alfred's jaw almost fell to the table, and he was stunned for a long time before regaining his ability to speak: "Harry knows?"

Tom frowned, then gave a very slight nod.

"When?"

"The night of my birthday."

Alphat's jaw dropped again.

"Tell me about it in detail."

"Let's go to the lake." Tom quickly packed his schoolbag and stood up without lifting his eyelids.Alphat hurriedly packed his things, almost knocking over the ink bottle.

Today's weather is not good, the sky is gloomy as if it is going to rain, which is very similar to Tom's mood since the beginning of school.The two walked by the iron-blue lake, and Tom calmly told his friend what happened that night in detail.

"That's it." Tom said calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business, "You can see what it looks like after that."

Alfart looked at his friend with a calm face, unable to say a word.If Tom looked sad or distressed, he could say a few words of comfort, but there was no trace of joy or anger in Tom's face, which made him feel strangely frightened.

"Tom, aren't you... not feeling well?" Alphard asked carefully.

"Uncomfortable?" Tom smiled and pointed to his chest. "Of course it is difficult. It has been so uncomfortable here that I want to die."

Alphard stared at him dumbfounded.

"Are you wondering why I'm not sad?" Tom turned his eyes back to the quiet lake. "I'm really sad, but I don't want to cry. Crying is useless except to keep me depressed. I have a lot of things to do, I Can't let this little thing get in my way, and I can't let it stop me from doing what I'm supposed to be doing. You understand, Al?"

"...I understand." Alphat tried his best not to let his voice tremble.He knew that this was Tom's way of comforting himself, he knew how much Tom cared about Harry, he just stubbornly refused to admit that he would be weak, and he didn't want others to see his weakness, even if that person was his closest friend .