The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

"Tom—!"

Harry woke up with a start.Cold sweat permeated the robe, revealing the chill of the night.He was panting violently, the scene in the dream had not completely receded.His vision was blurred, and he touched his glasses reflexively, only to find that the bed beneath him was not the familiar dormitory bed.

But someone passed the glasses into his hand.

Harry froze. After putting on his glasses, he saw the people around him clearly, and grabbed the hand.

"Tom!"

Eager to make sure he was intact, he reached out to caress that pale and beautiful face.

"...you're fine."

Tom took his hand and gave a bloody smile.

"It could not be better."

Harry relaxed, logic and sanity gradually returning to their place.

"The fugitive from Azkaban..."

"If you're talking about the madman who ruined my living room, he was taken away by the police."

"Uh..." Harry couldn't think of any suitable comments for the time being, but he was more concerned about other things, "How is your injury..."

"It's just a skin injury. The ambulance came, bandaged it and left. I think it's better not to cause more trouble, isn't it?"

Tom's voice was very considerate, but Harry's eyes flinched.

Everything in the wizarding world is too bizarre. Even if Tom seems to accept it well, it is just a high degree of calm in an emergency.Once the situation subsides, Harry has to face his long-hidden guilt and Tom's possible resentment.

He had drawn him into the most horrific war in the wizarding world - just now, and almost died of the most horrific Dark Arts.

Harry felt a huge stone weigh on his heart, making it hard to breathe.

"there's one more thing……"

Tom noticed his abnormality, frowned slightly, and didn't really want to say the next thing, but it was really necessary——

"James is dead."

Harry looked at him in shock, "What?"

"James White, my driver," said Tom.

The taciturn figure of James appeared in Harry's mind, and the driver with the same name as his father gave him the most impression of the silent figure in the driver's seat.

"I put him on standby in the yard. Got hit by that madman and killed him."

Harry's lips parted and closed slightly, but no sound came out.

"The police want us to take a record tomorrow." Tom finished his last sentence, and didn't say anything more that might irritate Harry.

In fact, he was extremely upset by James' death.

When he was holding Harry in the car and going to the hospital to clean up the aftermath, when he found James dead outside the car, he wished he could turn out the dark wizard who had just died and flog the corpse.

But James was only a Muggle, he shouldn't have cared... With that in mind, he stood in front of the car door and realized he couldn't drive.

All of a sudden it got out of control and ruined the whole car.

Now I had to call an ambulance.

Although magic can heal the wound on the back, it cannot be explained to Harry after he wakes up.

And once an ambulance is called, given the current situation of the Roald House, it is impossible not to call the police... You have to withstand the interrogation of the Aurors in the Muggle world and the suspicion of the savior in the wizarding world, and find a way to wipe the reckless underage savior Ass, the ability to prevent him from causing trouble exposes his existence to the Ministry of Magic...

Tom had to admit the value of Muggle James, and even Catherine, who had been driven away long ago.If he had a capable secretary, he wouldn't have to use wizardry to deal with the pestering London police.This is likely to cause unnecessary suspicion among the accident reversal team responsible for the aftermath of magical accidents.

No matter how disgusted he was, Tom was forced to feel a power that had nothing to do with magic.

That effectively consolidated the weak and stupid Muggles into one invisible force.

When he was distracted, Harry said after a long silence, "...I'm sorry."

Tom woke up with a start to find Harry hanging his head, playing with his fingers unconsciously.

"I... lied to you."

Tom wanted to pull his hand back, but he didn't expect to irritate Harry instead, and his fingers were squeezed even harder.

"Don't...at least listen to me..." Harry said quickly, clutching his fingers as if afraid he would run away, "I'm a wizard and can use some amazing spells. So was that man last night, but he Evil dark wizards, very dangerous. Most of us are good and don't want to hurt Muggles, so laws are made to catch these dark wizards... By the way, Muggles are what we call people who don't have magic... "

He quickly raised his eyes to look at Tom, and looked back guiltily before seeing the expression clearly.

"I've always wanted to confess to you, but I didn't find the right opportunity...I didn't expect..." His voice became more and more difficult, "I didn't expect...to delay until now, to implicate you...and..." He stopped for a while After a while, he said sadly, "It also killed James."

Tom lifted his cheek with a hand, and Harry's expression was pained, making him reluctant to meet Tom's eyes.

"Look at me, Harry," Tom whispered.

The green eyes quivered and finally turned to him.

"You didn't kill James." Tom emphasized softly, "You saved me."

The two simple words of comfort hit the fatal point, and Harry's vision was blurred.He threw himself into Tom's arms involuntarily, buried his face in his broad chest, and the emotions he had suppressed for a long time broke out completely: "I'm sorry—I'm sorry!...I don't want to do this! I wanted to fight them hard, but I almost got killed You...they won't let you go, I killed James, and I will kill you!..."

The long-term concealment and deception have put Harry under tremendous pressure. The more he likes Tom, the harder it is to face the crime of involving him in the war.He wanted to grow up as soon as possible, and wanted to be strong enough to deal with the war, but he never thought that it would implicate Tom and put him in a dangerous situation.When Harry wanted to Apparate to Roald House, his determination was stronger than ever, allowing him to achieve a smooth and rapid Apparition that he had never experienced before, and the instant he appeared, he directly overturned a layer of dirt.But he didn't have time to pay attention to this at all, and rushed to the living room desperately, but he could only watch the life-threatening green light shoot at his lover. The moment Harry roared, his soul froze.He didn't know how the second Apparation was successful, his mind was empty, only one thought remained——

do not die.

Please.

The fear at that moment was stronger than ever.

Harry had never imagined that the world would have such a dreadful future.

Appeared in his dream——

Tom, who was hit by Avada Kedavra, fell silently in the living room, beside Harry's favorite white square sofa.

Harry ran as fast as he could, but couldn't get any closer.He called Tom's name hoarsely, but there was no answer.

The silver masks of the Death Eaters surrounded Tom's body, repeating over and over again: You killed him.

Harry hugged the body in front of him tightly, confirming that it was alive and warm.

"I didn't mean to..." His voice became hoarse.

Tom's wound was pulled, and there was a burning pain in his back.He didn't make a sound, just stroked Harry's back soothingly and called his name softly, trying to calm him down.

This experience is unprecedented.In the past decades of life and death, Tom has never tried to comfort anyone like this, like a large crying baby, which makes him very irritable, but he can't just sit back and watch, and there is a faint sense of uneasiness.

For a moment, he almost doubted what he was doing?Fighting side by side with the savior, living and dying together, cleaning up his mess, calming his emotions... As a sworn enemy, the Dark Lord who is determined to rule the wizarding world, is he doing too much?

But everything happened so naturally.It was even a little mesmerizing.

Harry's tears and breath made his chest wet and itchy, and no one had ever dared to cry in the Dark Lord's arms, so Tom was extremely uncomfortable.He felt his brain protest, but his body had absolutely no desire to push him away.

Surprisingly, Harry's crying didn't make him look weak, just unrivaled, hot sincerity.

It even evoked a secret pity in Tom that almost everyone—including himself—thought he had lost.

—He likes Harry.Although unbelievable, it was a fact he had long acknowledged.

So... is he going to like the Savior?

Harry vented, and finally calmed down gradually.

"Tom..." Harry raised his head from his arms, saw the crumpled hem of his shirt, and stretched it in vain for him in embarrassment.

Tom grabbed his hand, stopped the nonsense, and asked in a low voice, "Feeling better?"

Harry nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "If you want to break up, I understand."

"...I don't remember ever saying that."

Instead, Harry looked away, insisting sullenly, "This is the best choice for you."

Tom narrowed his eyes: "You really think so?"

Harry fell silent.Tom approached him: "You want me to break up with you?"

"Don't force me...Tom...before I regret it..." Harry shook his head painfully, "I can't hurt you anymore, if this goes on...you don't understand..."

"Then explain to me," insisted Tom.

"...I am not an ordinary wizard!" Harry was forced to say helplessly, "I am the savior expected by everyone, and I have been hunted down from infancy by the most evil dark wizard in the world!" Harry stared at him fiercely , with green eyes burning with scorching flames, "The troubles I have are far beyond your imagination. Even if you are a wizard, getting involved with me will endanger your life at any time, let alone you who don't know magic."

Harry's eyes became dark, and he stared at Tom for a long time, trying to imprint his appearance in his mind.

"I love you, Tom. But I can't selfishly pretend I can protect you—"

Harry couldn't go on because Tom kissed him straight away.

The lips and tongue approached softly, and then gnawed fiercely. Tom sucked his lower lip, sucking and gnawing like venting.Harry's heart was also ups and downs, and he responded almost crazily. The two exchanged air desperately, as if there was only oxygen left between each other's lips and teeth in the world.

Harry thought it was the last kiss, and Tom didn't let go until he started pulling away.She leaned forward slightly, even grabbing his shoulders to prevent him from escaping easily.Tom didn't force himself, rubbing the tip of his nose with his lips, and murmured, "I love you too."

The dark eyes nearly crushed Harry.

Feeling he couldn't take any more, he pushed Tom away as if fleeing, gasping for air.

Tom slowly put his hand over his chest, and said softly: "You are a savior, there is an evil powerful wizard after you, maybe they are a lot of trouble... But why don't you look here, Harry ? Did you ask it how it felt?"

Harry's heart was beating violently under his palm, and that made him even more uncomfortable.

Tom said: "Did anyone tell you that how it feels is important."

"...not as important as you." Harry said with downcast eyes.

Tom's hand trembled imperceptibly.

"...Do you regard everyone as more important than yourself?"

Harry met his eyes again, this time in a very soft voice: "Some very important people, yes."

Tom suddenly grabbed his chest, showing a hint of viciousness for the first time: "You have to be selfish, Harry."

Harry was obviously stunned, and Tom said intently: "Do you know what your enemy wants to see most? Pain, sacrifice, abandonment... Everything you do against your will will only make the enemy more proud. Today is me, tomorrow is Your friend, the day after tomorrow will be your children... Do you want to give up everything you want just because of the threat of foreign objects?"

"That's for your safety..." Harry whispered.

"Excuses," said Tom grimly.Harry was visibly shocked by the assertion and looked at him in disbelief.

Tom looked at him firmly: "That's an excuse, Harry. Don't be fooled by the high-sounding reasons. What you really want to do, what you have been doing, I know better than anyone-you want to be with me I'm together. Everything else is an excuse."

"No! Don't you understand?" said Harry excitedly. "This is no excuse. The danger has already come, just yesterday!"

"You protected me," Tom emphasized. "You've been trying to protect me, haven't you?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head in despair: "That's not enough..."

"But it works." Tom lifted his face. "Harry, don't ignore your own strength, let alone your own will. If the power of selflessness is great, the power of selfishness is great. Don't be unreasonable." Reason to ignore your own will because it is amazingly long-lasting, strong, and alive. Believe me, you pay attention to it, follow through on it, and you'll be unstoppable."

Tom's voice had a strange convincing power, and the precarious confinement in Harry's heart began to disintegrate bit by bit.

"Now tell me the truth, Harry, what do you want?"

The bitterly suppressed thoughts and desires burst out, chasing each other, jumping and rolling, screaming at him.

Harry stared at Tom without blinking, rolled out of bed and stepped into his lap, responding with action.

"...do you remember that I hurt my back, Harry?"

Tom was pushed halfway by Harry, and he turned back and pressed him underneath, protecting his wound that had just opened once.

"Sorry." Harry smiled, wrapping his arms around his neck gently, guiding him to lie on top of him, "I just want to hold you."

Tom sighed silently, inexpressibly sorry.

"...Don't take too long, it will crush you to death."

10 minute later.

"You're right...get up, I can't breathe!"

Tom managed to move a little, and pushed the fussy Harry back carelessly.

"Go to sleep, it will be dawn soon."