[HP] Dearest Enemy

"Good afternoon, Professor Dumbledore."

"Good afternoon." The bearded wizard in a dark blue robe pointed to a chair near his desk, "You can call me Albus, Tom."

"I'm still used to addressing you as a professor." Tom bowed slightly and sat down on the chair Dumbledore designated. "I haven't been away from school for a long time, and you have always been my elder."

Dumbledore didn't insist anymore, he waved his wand, and the two teacups fell lightly on the table.He tapped the teapot on the table with his wand, and a puff of steam spouted from the spout.The teapot floated up by itself and poured two cups of tea out. The lids of the sugar and milk jugs jumped aside.

"How much sugar?" asked Dumbledore.

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Tom replied, but he just picked up the cup and took a sip, frowning slightly.

Sure enough, you can't count on Dumbledore's craftsmanship. Compared with Harry's brewing the same tea, it is really far behind.Tom's heart skipped a beat at the thought of Harry, and he quietly put the teacup back on the table.

"When Harry was still at school, I used to drink afternoon tea with him almost every day." Dumbledore said, "Harry's tea is very good."

"Unfortunately, that's the only thing I didn't learn." Tom said softly, "Harry rarely uses magic when handling food, but I'm not here to discuss Harry's craftsmanship with you." Tom raised his voice slightly, "Den Professor Bullido, I wish you could tell me, where is Harry?"

Dumbledore didn't answer right away.He took two more sugar from the sugar bowl and put them into his cup, stirred them, took a sip slowly, and then looked at his young colleague: "I don't agree with you doing Defense Against the Dark Arts until now." Art teacher, Tom. Even though you might be the youngest professor ever."

Tom snorted softly. It seemed that Dumbledore was as impatient as himself: "You should recognize my ability, Professor Dumbledore."

"It's too early to make such a decision." Dumbledore shook his head, "You are not yet 20 years old, son, why don't you see the outside world more?"

"I said the reason when I applied for this position: Harry wants me to stay at Hogwarts." Tom said nonchalantly, "No teacher wants to receive his professor on the second day of school." and colleagues. You know as well as I what the point of our conversation today is."

"You are too impatient, boy." Dumbledore sighed. "I know, you want to talk to me about Harry."

"Yes. Then, can you tell me where he is?" asked Tom, staring intently at the elder in front of him. "Neither of us have to pretend we don't know he's back in England. Harry trusts you the most, except you." , I cannot think of whom he will seek help and refuge when he sets foot on the soil of Great Britain."

"Harry doesn't need protection, he can protect himself very well," said Dumbledore.

"If Harry hadn't been cursed, I'd agree with every word you'd say, Professor," said Tom. "But it's different now. You and I both know where Harry is. He needs me."

"I'm afraid I can't agree with you on this point." Dumbledore said, his tone still unchanged, "Harry didn't return home with you, which means he doesn't need your help, and he doesn't want to accept your help." .”

Tom's face turned cold the moment Dumbledore finished speaking.He stared at Dumbledore, clenched his fists involuntarily: "I'm afraid you are not qualified to judge the matter between me and Harry, Professor Dumbledore."

"You are wrong, my child." Dumbledore also put away his gentle expression just now, "I am honored to have gained Harry's trust and to keep a secret for him."

"Including hiding him?" Tom sneered, "Is this what Harry wanted?"

"Obviously." Dumbledore took a sip from his teacup, "If Harry wanted to see you, he wouldn't avoid you at all."

"He's not avoiding me!" Tom stood up. "He's just..."

Tom bit his lip hard and swallowed the rest of the words.He knew that Dumbledore was right, that Harry was indeed avoiding him.The reason Harry avoided him was simply because he wanted to save his life.

The thought of this made my heart ache unbearably.

Dumbledore stared at the young man opposite him with his piercing blue eyes, watched his face turn from red to white for a moment, and then slowly sat back on the chair without saying a word.Dumbledore sighed softly, cast a Warming Charm on the teacup, and handed it to him.Tom looked up at him, but didn't take his glass.

"Harry loves you very much, Tom," said Dumbledore. "You mean a lot to him, and he cares about you. He just wants you to see your mistakes."

"I'm not wrong," said Tom coldly.

"But Harry doesn't think so." Dumbledore picked a candy and threw it into his mouth, then spread his hands to Tom who raised an eyebrow, "I don't know what happened between you and Harry, But I can roughly guess what kind of mistake you've made. You're a Slytherin and Harry is a Gryffindor."

"Does it matter, Professor?" asked Tom displeased.

"Yes, Tom." Dumbledore pushed his candy box towards him, and Tom only glanced at the crawling candies before returning his eyes to Dumbledore's face.Dumbledore went on: "We all know what the curse does to Harry."

Tom nodded sullenly.

"Harry said something that caught my attention when he was in the hospital before, and I think you may have heard some of it." Dumbledore looked at him, "Under my questioning, Harry told me those things that bothered me. His nightmares. Some of them are about you."

"I'm going to be a heinous person in the future." Tom said blankly. "I knew this all along, and I didn't plan to be that kind of person, but Harry didn't trust me at all."

"There is a reason why he doesn't believe you," said Dumbledore. "It is very difficult for a true Gryffindor to trust an equally pure Slytherin, as is the case with you and Harry."

Tom stared at his older colleague for a while before slowly speaking: "This kind of argument is not conducive to the unity between the colleges, Professor Dumbledore. This kind of prejudice from student days should not appear on a professor."

"Professors all have their favorite students," said Dumbledore. "I am no exception. I think you probably found your favorite student last night."

"My friends didn't know I'd gotten the position until then," said Tom flatly. "They were pleasantly surprised by my presence, even though they had to call me 'Riddle' in future classes." Professor'." He continued after a pause, "I don't want to waste time, Professor. Gryffindor and Slytherin were best friends when the Big Four came together to create Hogwarts 1000 years ago."

"But the old Slytherin finally left Hogwarts." Dumbledore said softly, "Gryffindor and Slytherin have different ideas, and the rules of doing things are also different. Most Gryffindors don't like it." Certain Slytherin standards of conduct, and that's probably where you and Harry disagree."

Once again Tom had to admit that Dumbledore was right, and it suddenly occurred to him that this man might know Harry better than he did.Anger sprang up like a snake, followed by unwillingness and sorrow.Why is it that he is not the person who knows Harry best, and why is he the one Harry trusts the most?And, what right did he have to talk about Slytherin like he was one of them?

"I see what you mean." Tom stood up, suppressing his anger, "but I can never agree with you on these points. Also, your tea tastes really bad, I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore. "

Tom didn't even look at Dumbledore, who had a dark face, pushed open the door and strode out. He didn't calm down until he returned to his office.The dark-eyed youth saw Hogwarts shining brightly in the early autumn sun from the window, and heaved a long sigh.

Sure enough, I couldn't get anything out of Dumbledore, I only knew that Dumbledore did know where Harry was.It's hard to say whether Dumbledore knew what was going on between him and Harry, or whether Harry really didn't want to see him again.Nagini, who was already as thick as a child's forearm, climbed onto his shoulders, his black-eyed young and slender fingers slid across the dark and rough window sill, and frowned deeply.

The life of a sick patient who can't get out of bed is extremely boring and boring.Although Dumbledore came over every day, he couldn't stay for too long after all. He had a lot of things to do.Harry's only companion is the dutiful house-elf, who isn't exactly a good conversation partner.Dumbledore would bring some books from the library to amuse Harry, but most of the time they were long, uninteresting historical works that didn't hold Harry's interest.This is even more boring than when I was hospitalized in St. Mungo's before. At that time, at least Alex was with me, and I only lived in the hospital for less than two months. Live the rest of your life here.

No expectation, no hope, just simply waiting for death to come.This unbearable loneliness made Harry unable to sleep soundly, and his nightmares became more frequent.Sometimes when he woke up in the middle of the night, Harry would lose his mind for a moment, thinking that Tom was still around, but in the next second he would remember that he stayed here to prevent him from finding him, and then he would miss him uncontrollably.

Dumbledore told him that Tom had applied for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that the Black family, one of the school managers, had contributed a lot; Dumbledore also told him that Tom knew he was hiding, but he just couldn't get it out of Dumbledore's mouth. What to ask.He left the two-way mirror to Tom. Even though the snowy owl brought letters one after another, he never answered them, but he kept every word firmly in his heart.

My boy, don't you think I'm dead as I left you in the letter, won't you?

It was ten o'clock in the afternoon when Irene Prince apparated with Dumbledore in the garden.A weary house-elf stood in the doorway and bowed deeply to the two.

The two followed the house-elf into the upstairs bedroom, and Irene was surprised to see that Harry was much thinner than when he first met him, and that there were faint shadows under his eyes.

"Good afternoon, Albus, Erin," said Harry gently, with a book on his lap. "It's great to meet you."

"Hello, Professor Potter." Irene said somewhat restrained.Dumbledore motioned her to relax, and asked her to sit down in a chair.Erin hesitated, thanked her and sat on the edge of the chair.

"You look worse than ever, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Having another nightmare?"

"That's nothing," Harry replied, "I'm used to it. It's just that things get mixed up sometimes..."

The two chatted for a while about Harry's condition, and Irene listened all the time.She didn't know that Harry was under the curse, only that he was sick, very sick.Irene liked Harry very much, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was her favorite class besides potions, so when Dumbledore asked if she would like to help, she agreed without thinking.

Dumbledore didn't stay long, he still had something to attend to, and told Irene to come back to pick her up in an hour.Irene handed the brewed potion to Harry, but Harry was not in a hurry to drink it.

"I'm glad you came to see me," said Harry, laughing. "Would you like some butterbeer?"

"No, I just... thank you, Professor Potter." Irene looked at the eager Harry and the elf carrying the tray, and finally had to order a cup.

"I'm not your professor anymore, Irene, you can call me Harry." Harry said, taking a sip from his glass, "It's really uncomfortable to stay in the same place all the time."

"I hope you get well soon." Irene said sincerely.

"Thank you." Harry raised his glass to her. "Is Tom all right?"

"Professor Riddle? His class is great." Irene blushed slightly when talking about Tom, "Everyone likes his class very much."

"I can guess." Harry curled the corners of his mouth reminiscently, "When he was helping me with my substitute class in the last year, girls would always stuff letters into my office door, mostly love letters to him. At that time I also helped him back a lot.”

Harry's smile made Irene slightly relaxed, and she nodded lightly: "Yes. Although the school has only started for a week, Professor Riddle has already received a lot of things. Everyone likes him very much..."

Harry laughed as he listened to Eileen tell about Tom, fingers unconsciously stroking the glass of butterbeer in his hand.

"...But I think people who like Professor Riddle probably have little chance." Irene said, observing Harry's expression.

"Oh? Why?" Harry asked.

"Professor Riddle has always taken care of me, so I pay more attention to his affairs." Irene said hesitantly, "He is not happy, although he is smiling all the time, but he is not happy. I guess he is probably because You can’t be happy if you’re not with the one you love.”

The smile disappeared from Harry's face, and he said nothing.

"Sorry, I said something unnecessary." Irene stood up and apologized to Harry.

"No." Harry sighed, "Thank you for telling me these things."

Irene stood up a little embarrassed, when Dumbledore opened the door and walked in.

"I'll bring Irene to see you next week," Dumbledore said to Harry, "It's time to go now."

Erin bowed to Harry and followed Dumbledore away.Harry was silent for a while, picked up the pipe on the bedside table and lit it, took a deep breath, and finally let out a long breath.

Adventure

Grindelwald's men are brave.

Angst (anxiety)

He can't go back, but it's theoretically possible.

Crackfic (fragment)

"Harry, will you not want me?"

"will not."

Crime

The dark-eyed teenager found himself kissing his godfather in his sleep.

Crossover (mixed fanfic)

"Where did the woman sitting here eating melon seeds come from?"

Death

"I just didn't want you to die, Harry!"

EpisodeRelated (plot revealed)

"Will you forgive me?"

"I do"

Fantasy

Dumbledore is their witness.

Fetish

His black eyes were blocked by a pair of ridiculous round glasses.

FirstTime (first time)

That's a war!

Fluff (easy)

The black-eyed boy could never catch up to the green-eyed man's broom.

FutureFic (future)

Let's travel the world together, Tom.

Horror

He didn't wake up!

Humor

"I said Parseltongue has nothing to do with blood."

"Really? Great!"

Hurt/comfort

"You are my godson."

"And you are my love."

Kinky (perverted/eccentric)

Tom kisses Harry in Arffate's face.

Parody (followed)

Alex gets spanked by Tom when he does this.

Poetry

I miss you every day and every year

Romance

He sucked his lips in the golden sun.

Sci-Fi (science fiction)

Harry gave Tom an IPHONE as a coming-of-age gift.

Smut (Erotic)

"I love you the way you are, Harry."

Spiritual

"I forgive you, Tom, again."

Suspense

"Harry, are you going to kill me?"

TimeTravel (time travel)

Eighteen-year-old Harry Potter meets newborn Tom Riddle.

Tragedy

"I can only leave you, I have no choice."

Western (western style)

The black-eyed boy and the green-eyed man fired bullets at each other at the same time.

GaryStu (Public Lover (Male)

The girls like the gentle Professor Potter, and Senior Riddle.

MarySue (Popular Lover (Female)

Maybe the Potions Queen or Miss Black could compete.

AU (AlternateUniverse, parallel universe plot)

"Call me master, Potter!"

"Please allow me to refuse, Lord Godfather."

OOC (OutofCharacter, character deviation)

"You're too bright, Tom."

"Shouldn't I?"

OFC (OriginalFemaleCharacter, original female character)

"Hey Harry, I'm Angela!"

OMC (OriginalMaleCharacter, original male character)

"Palampion? I haven't heard of that surname."

UST (UnresolvedSexualTension, unresolved lust)

"Oops, why are you falling asleep at this time?"

PWP (Plot, WhatPlot? No plot)

He just looks at him and does nothing.

RPS (RealPersonSlash, Real Person Slash)

Dan said he and Tom really never had sex (this sentence is HD)