[HPVH] 38 years old

Wish to meet my angle again lovely boy in my dream!

(Hope to meet my beloved boy again in my dream!)

[1936年6月1日22∶25P.M.科尔女士孤儿院二楼汤姆的卧室]

Harry was woken up in a hazy sleep, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the person who pushed him and tried to wake him up with his voice was so persistent, he was using an attitude to let Harry understand, If Harry doesn't wake up, he doesn't stop.

Harry muttered annoyedly, and had to open his eyes, dazed for a second or two, where is he?

The black-haired boy whom Harry could often see afterimages recently stood beside his bed, pursed his bright red lips, and then said slowly, "Wake up, wake up, Dudley, it's time for you to wake up."

"Are you talking to me?" Harry was puzzled, his voice dry and hoarse.

"Yes, is there anyone else here?" The boy made a face at Harry and asked with a smile.

Damn Dudley, it's Harry!

Harry was a little confused about the situation, and then he was pulled up from the bed by the black-haired boy who was visually estimated to be no older than ten years old.Later he found that the room he was standing in was both familiar and strange.where is thisHarry felt a little headache, he couldn't remember, oh, damn it.

The cold moonlight shone in through the glass without curtains, and cast a bright spot of a trapezoid on the floor in front of the window, which was the only bright spot in the room.

The boy came over with a not-so-complete wooden bowl. There was some clear water in it. Harry gratefully took it and drank it.It was so cool, the chill came back with Harry's sanity.He returned the bowl to the dark-haired boy. The boy turned around to set the bowl, and looked at the boy's back. Harry always had a feeling of deja vu.

"Voldemort?!" Harry jumped up from the ground as if he had been bitten by someone.

The boy stopped and turned his head, his black eyes were full of doubts, "Who, are you calling me?"

Harry shook his head, he didn't know what he should say, it must be Voldemort's childhood, the little boy he had seen in Dumbledore's memories before he went to Hogwarts.But something is different, the boy no longer has that tentative sharp eyes, no longer aggressive, but like a boy next door.

"Honestly, you're really weird tonight." The boy returned to Harry's side, smiling.

Then Harry went along with the feeling, "Aren't we going to disturb other people like this? I mean, this is an orphanage..." Harry tentatively.

The boy shrugged, leaned forward and approached Harry, so close that there was only a slight distance between their lips. The boy's black eyes were fixed on Harry's emerald green eyes. He opened his mouth with a laurel scent The warm air of his breath touched Harry's sensitive thin lips, and the boy said, "Have you forgotten that you have cast the Soundproofing Charm, Mr. Wizard?"

Harry took a step back uncomfortably. For some reason, the boy like that just now suddenly became dangerous, which made Harry retreat a little. It's ridiculous that he would be frightened by a little boy.

"Then I assume you're ready to leave." The boy took another step closer, eyes narrowed.

"Yes." Harry replied subconsciously, then he was taken aback, and left?where to goHe decided to ask again, "Well, of course we're leaving, but first, can you tell me where we're going? I'm a bit sleepy."

The boy giggled after hearing Harry's words, "Of course it's the beach, remember? Our common secret, that secret base? You promised me, we'll go together tonight!"

For a moment, Harry thought of the seaside where Voldemort hid the Horcrux, and then shuddered.

The boy had already held out his hand, waiting impatiently for Harry.That expression also resembled Voldemort's when he was a child, and Harry was almost certain that it was Tom Riddle.But why did he get acquainted with Voldemort and have a date about the seaside? !Oh no, that's not a date, what the hell are you thinking, Harry Potter!

[1936年6月1日22∶41P.M.伦敦郊区的某片海域]

Then, Harry took Tom Apparating to the edge of the black sea. Harry could smell the sea and hear the sound of the waves. He stood on a tall black rock out of the sea, roaring. Wave after wave of black water lapped against the cliff, Harry took a step back, he must be crazy to bring a little boy suspected of being the Dark Lord here in the middle of the night.

Tom seemed very happy, and then quickly took off his clothes, the best kind of stripping.

Harry froze for a moment.

The boy's thin but powerful body suddenly jumped into Harry's eyes. Every line of the body seemed to be a sculptor's masterpiece, just right and perfect.The moonlight coated the naked body with a layer of silver and white, the black sea, the silver boy, the bright smile, and the ambiguous lines, all of which were so beautiful that Harry forgot to breathe.

Then the boy jumped into the roaring sea below the cliff without waiting for Harry to speak.

"No, Tom!" Harry slammed forward, rushing forward without hesitation, he didn't know what he was doing, but he felt the pain in his heart when the boy jumped off.

Looking down the cliff, it was a height that made Harry dizzy, and the black water that kept rising.

Nowhere is that young life gone.What's this?The wildest dream ever?He went on a night swim with the young Dark Lord, and then the Dark Lord committed suicide by jumping into the sea in front of him? !Merlin's pants, who arranged the script!

Then as if miraculously, in that case, he seemed to see Tom's tiny shadow churning in the sea.So now, are his eyes turned into night vision goggles again? !

Then, Tom floated up, with a bright, sparkling smile.

He smiled and whispered to Harry, "Hey, did I scare you?"

Facing the dark-haired boy floating in the air right in front of him, Harry didn't know what to say.He was indeed frightened, but he didn't understand why he was frightened.

All this is so absurd.The desperate dark lord, the undead sea cliff, and the boy floating in the air.Harry felt a little short of breath, this must be a dream, yes, the most absurd dream he has ever had, everything here is so unreasonable, it should only happen in a dream!

Then, the most absurd part of that dream came, as the Savior was kissed by the Dark Lord.

The boy floated closer to Harry, who still hadn't calmed down, slowly cupped Harry's face, and kissed it almost reverently.So careful, so delicate, full of incredible.

[2017年9月5日03∶33A.M.达利宅二楼哈利的卧室]

Then, Harry's peachy dream about the Dark Lord awoke.

Maybe it wasn't a dream, Harry wasn't sure.Because the last kiss was so real, he even remembered that he hugged the naked boy with his hands in disappointment. The boy's skin was like Chinese silk, and the touch it gave Harry was like touching. Waiting for silk, cool and silky, like clouds.

Harry sat up from the bed, and he returned to his bedroom on the second floor of Dali's house. It was still dark outside, and Harry bit himself, which hurt a little. Sure enough, that was a dream just now, and now it is reality.

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