The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

James' memorial service arrives before Harry can find a way.

When he arrived at the apartment with the portkey, Tom was all ready to go.He was wearing a long black formal suit, which made him look even taller; but seeing Harry's attire, he frowned slightly.

"...I should have thought of it," Tom murmured.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked, he had already chosen his darkest clothes, and considering that Muggles have different clothing customs, he didn't wear strange wizard robes, and he was wearing a set of gray jackets that he thought were very serious.

The only consolation for Tom, who had acquired his knowledge of Muggle dresses, was that Harry at least wore black trousers.

He looked him up and down, and peeled off Harry's coat impatiently.

"Hey!" Harry said awkwardly, "Why take off my clothes..."

"It's too late to buy it, you wear mine first." Tom took a normal coat and draped it over Harry's shoulders without any explanation.If it weren't for the big difference in their body shapes, it would be better to wear a full set.

When Harry reluctantly put it on, he thought it was funny: "It doesn't fit at all."

"Let's keep it low-key, no one will notice," said Tom, "at least not more than your old coat."

Harry frowned suspiciously.Tom glanced at the phone: "Let's go, the driver is waiting."

They drove to the funeral home.On the way, Harry tried to cast a shrinking charm on his ill-fitting coat, which ended up making it look a little too tight.

"...Are you getting fat?" Tom asked.

Harry pleaded: "It was just a mistake!"

Tom smiled lowly.Harry glared at him.

Before getting out of the car, that relaxed atmosphere was gone.Tom could see Harry's nervousness, though he couldn't empathize with it.

He grabbed Harry's fist on his knee, unclipped it in his hand, and pulled Harry out of the car.

The air around the funeral parlor was filled with a gloomy chill, and the sky was drearily covered with dark clouds, which added a touch of melancholy to the memorial service.

Harry squeezed Tom's hand, drawing courage from it to face James' family.

He still thinks James' death was his fault.

They went into the church where James' body was to be celebrated at Mass.

To Harry's surprise, they were greeted by James' family as soon as they appeared.

"It turns out that you were my husband's former boss." Mrs. White's voice was low, but not sad. "We are all very impressed by your generosity. Thank you for coming."

Tom didn't say much, and silently led Harry to find a seat.

It was their first visit to a Muggle church.Tom had to act as if he'd been here many times, and Harry was too depressed to observe the whole building.

James' coffin was placed in the center of the church. The pastor chanted scriptures in a low voice, and a thin beam of sunlight was cast from the skylight at the top of the church.

Harry watched this scene, his tense nerves fell silent.

The gloomy sky exudes a faint mystery, surrounded by the gloom filtered by stained glass.

His gaze found Mrs. White in front of her. She was sitting at the front, with her head slightly raised from her silent back, without the hysteria and grief as imagined.

Subsequently, the remains were buried.

Harry took the pansies distributed by Mrs. White and threw them into the grave where he was buried.

He muttered an apology silently.

It was only when Mrs. White read the eulogy that Harry learned that James' death had been treated as a car accident.

"It was done by the Ministry of Magic," he explained softly to Tom.

Tom nodded silently.Actually he did it.

Mrs. White suddenly burst into tears.

The eulogy has been read, the coffin is buried, and her husband has truly passed away.

Harry's heart twitched, he walked over unconsciously, and then stopped in front of her.

Mrs. White did not know him.

Fortunately, another friend stepped forward to comfort her, patiently stroked her trembling shoulders, and said over and over again: "It will all pass."

Mrs. White choked up and said: "I know. I have a hunch...he became weird. At that time...fortunately, the new boss didn't care, and that gentleman was very generous to us. But James became less responsive I've been worried that something will happen...the result...I just didn't expect it to be so soon..."

She couldn't go on anymore, and lay on her friend's shoulder, sobbing.

Harry stared at the lonely woman speechlessly, her feet felt like lead.

The shoulder was suddenly pressed, and Tom's voice sounded behind him.

"ended."

People are stepping forward one by one to pay their final condolences.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Harry recalls his brief time with James.He still remembers how his request to learn to drive was abruptly rejected by James, looking back now... Mrs. White said that he became weird, maybe it started from then...

When the condolences were over, Mrs. White had packed up her mood and invited guests to her home for a party.Harry was amazed by her optimism, and when she walked out of the funeral home, there was not much sadness on her face.

Tom had no intention of going to the party, and they headed off in the other direction.But Harry watched Mrs. White's back at the fork in the road for a long time, Tom looked down at the top of his messy head, and from nowhere came a huge wave of patience, quietly waiting for him to leave.

When Harry came back to his senses, his gaze met Tom's as soon as he turned around.

They stared at each other deeply for a moment.

"... let's go," said Tom.

Harry pursed his lips and nodded.

"This is the first time I have attended a funeral." Harry said suddenly while sitting in the car, "It turns out that this is how a person's life ends."

Tom looked out the car window silently.High-rise buildings, green trees and pedestrians all speed past.

"The living will always move on," he said.

Harry smiled slightly, "Yes. I saw Mrs. White's appearance and understood that is the attitude we should have."

Tom looked over.

"Remember the dead, and take them to look for the future together." Harry looked back at him, "You already knew this truth."

"...different," said Tom softly. "I won't take them."

"It's so cruel..." Harry's eyes were a little sad, and then he smiled again, "Fortunately, I'm relatively young, so I won't let you have the opportunity to abandon me."

Tom was captivated by that look.He reached out and stroked Harry's cheek.

He didn't like death, so he conquered it.And Harry is his Horcrux, so he will live forever.

These cannot be said now.It can only melt into the breath with the kiss.

#

Harry finally arranged Tom's trip to Wizarding World the day before the Quidditch final.This is not only to plan his and Tom's sightseeing route, but also to consider the time of Ron and Hermione-his good friends are even busier after the exam-this afternoon is Ron's last before the final Time to relax while the gift Hermione had been claiming to be preparing was finally complete.On top of that, Harry had just thought of a good way to protect Tom during the sleepless curfew last night.

However, in addition to that, he also needs to prepare a wizard costume for Tom, and... get rid of Malfoy in advance.

That's right, that guy's been watching him more and more recently.Harry yelled and cursed out of embarrassment, but the other party acted as if he hadn't heard it, and remained unmoved in the slightest.Even when Harry took out his wand to provoke him, Malfoy remained calm and did not act, except for his terribly gloomy expression, without any hostile behavior, which made Harry have nothing to do with him.

But Tom's existence must not be known by that guy, so Harry slipped out of the school in advance this day wearing an invisibility cloak.

There were still no one on the Muggle streets, so Harry found the coffee shop downstairs from the apartment and ordered himself cake and coffee for breakfast.

The phone vibrated twice, Harry picked it up, and a smile appeared on his face.

From: Tom

Message: Woke up yet?

Harry put down his coffee and tapped out the reply quickly with his fingertips.

[It's downstairs in your house. ]

Tom is obviously also familiar with typing on mobile phones, and replied in seconds: [Fibonacci? ]

Fibonacci was the name of the coffee shop, and Harry stared at the information in amazement, wondering how he could have guessed it right away.

But he's almost used to Tom's ingenuity that can be compared to Legilimency.wrote:

[If you come down now, you can enjoy half the price of the second cup. ]

Five minutes later, Harry ushered in his tall and handsome Muggle boyfriend.

Today, he finally stopped wearing the same shirt and trousers, and changed into a more casual jacket and jeans, which automatically attracted the attention of the surrounding people as soon as he walked in.But he saw Harry right away, and asked for a cup of coffee before coming over and sitting down.

Harry couldn't help whistling: "Are you dressed up today?"

Tom glanced at him, resisting the urge to twitch the corners of his mouth.

"I'm imitating your wizarding style of dressing," he drawled. "Given the number of wizards I know—your style, to be precise."

If he dared to continue to wear those Muggle suits to the wizarding world, it would definitely become a shining landscape. With the popularity of the Savior, it would not be a dream to be featured in the Daily Prophet the next day.

As the mastermind of this trip, Harry didn't make any suggestions on his costume until last night. Of course, Tom couldn't entrust his secret to the thoughtfulness and care of the savior who didn't exist. Balance between melon outfits.

Merlin knew he'd read countless books, and this was the first time he'd seen a fashion magazine—wizards and Muggles alike.

Harry paid no attention to his oblique sarcasm, and took out a cloth bag from behind the seat.

"Actually, I prepared a coat for you." He smiled very innocently, "Let's go to your house and try it. Believe me, you will like it."

Tom paused as he drank his coffee, and he felt an ominous premonition in Harry's shining eyes.

When he opened the package in the bedroom, he immediately understood where this premonition came from.

Harry had brought him his Hogwarts uniform.

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