the Gambler

The whole bedroom was dark, and the faint moonlight came in through the window, illuminating the corner of the four-poster bed by the window.The owner of the bed was lying upright under the soft quilt, his chest was constantly heaving, and his violent breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the empty room.Harry's pajamas were drenched in cold sweat, and he didn't know why he was dreaming of Tom, or in such an odd way.

There was a subtle feeling in his chest, Harry didn't even know if it was fear or joy, he was more of the former, no one takes pleasure from being desired by a young Voldemort, does they?But deep down he knew that wasn't true, and the very thought itself terrified him.Harry brushed his sweaty bangs and looked around. All the curtains were drawn and no one noticed the boy's insomnia.He let out a deep breath and fell back into the bed again.

He needs to do something, anything.Harry closed his eyes and counted the jumping lambs, and when the number jumped to the 320th five, they all brought Tom's face.This is ridiculous.He buried his head in the pillow hard, the sticky feeling on his body made him even more uncomfortable.Harry took off his pajamas and threw them aside, the night wind blew gently, and the coolness from the evaporation of sweat made him shiver involuntarily.His mind became clearer.

"It's just a nightmare, Harry Potter, it's just because they fed you weird ideas, you don't like Tom Riddle, not at all." Harry comforted himself in a low voice, it didn't work very well, he Still can't get rid of that strange feeling, Tom's breath still seems to be left on his neck.Harry reached out and touched the place where he was kissed in the dream, and there was only wet sweat.He relaxes, it's fake, he should be happy, and yet he's kind of unhappy.

Harry took the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map out of the case, which had quite a few moving black dots, and he noticed Filch wandering around the third-floor corridors, a nasty Warden with his nose almost down to his mouth, Harry had always disliked the fierce bastard, especially the way he had swaggered while Umbridge was in charge of the school.Actually, Filch wasn't Harry's real worry, he had plenty of ways to dodge the Squib, and what got the boy's attention was his disgustingly ugly cat, who was wandering around the cellar.

The boy's gaze accidentally drifted to the upper right corner of the map. Tom's name stayed on it alone, and there were no girls who didn't know why, Harry added in his mind, and randomly slapped himself hard.Acting like he cared about Tom's private life, that's ridiculous, he doesn't care if he sleeps with someone else, he only cares if there's been a stranger in that bed, and now it's still his own room.

Harry put the Invisibility Cloak on his body, and the soft cloth made him sigh a little every time he touched it.Harry persuaded the fat woman in the doorway for a long time, and the latter let the boy out with a grunt.The corridor without windows is more airy. He realized that he should take a shower and change into clean pajamas before he came out when he was shivering non-stop, but the fat woman obviously had no intention of talking to him again.

It was too cold, Harry wrapped his arms around his body, maybe he should give up his awkward pride and consider going back to the suite and changing clothes, Tom would be more than happy to borrow his own clothes.Harry nodded to himself, yes, he had thought about such a simple solution for so long, now that he thought about it carefully, he had no idea why he ran back to Gryffindor Tower again, Tom actually didn't do anything, yes For the dark-haired Slytherin, the little accident at Christmas was simply an act of pure instinct, even if it annoyed Harry to the bone.Harry is used to tall boys invading his personal space, maybe he really minds being used as a potential bed//mate?And his provocative words—

As if he doesn't talk to you in that tone all the time.That small voice sounded.

Harry kicked the floor restlessly, and the bright moonlight seemed to laugh at his fuss.Yes, he didn't care about Tom's touch, hell Harry was afraid of Tom, he was capable of protecting himself from the other person!It didn't look like Tom would do anything to himself, he promised he wouldn't do anything to his underage self.

Trust Voldemort, really?The voice started laughing at itself again.

of course not.Harry snorted.

He's not Voldemort.Harry reminded himself again, you could hold hands with him, hug him, kiss him, even make love, and he wasn't Lord Voldemort, not yet.

But he would be, you saw, the way he dealt with Parkinson, even if it was to avenge you, he didn't care what happened to other people.Maybe that was just an excuse, he needed to re-establish his prestige among Slytherins, in Marvolo's name.Think calmly, Harry Potter, he's a bloody cunning Slytherin, and he's not going for a shallow purpose.In two years, he would be another Dark Lord.

It all made Harry want to pull his hair out in frustration.Oh damn shut up, why did he think so much, just take a shower and change clothes, no big deal.Making up his mind, Harry quickened his pace and ran towards the cellar. To be honest, he thought too much.

Harry sneaked back into the room. Tom seemed to be in a deep sleep, and it was a little surprising to Harry that he rarely saw him sleeping.Maybe it was believing that no one could get in here, or maybe it wasn't expecting another tenant to come running back in the middle of the night.Harry carefully leaned against the bed. Tom was a different person when he was sleeping and when he was awake. His face was soft and deceptive. The soft hair that Harry envied lay next to his ears, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly. , and then the tall nose bridge and bright red lips suitable for kissing.

Harry stopped the thought of going astray, hell, he didn't think Tom's lips were suitable for kissing, he didn't!

Furious for no reason, Harry hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, not caring whether Tom would wake up or not.He threw his pajamas in the bamboo basket and looked at the mirror on the sink.The thin 15-year-old boy also looked at himself. His bright green eyes stood out under his messy black hair. It seemed that, just as Qiu said, Harry looked much handsomer after taking off his glasses. It wasn't like he didn't notice other Girls occasionally think that they have not noticed the gaze they cast.

Maybe he should find a girl to date, Harry thought, rather than questioning his sexuality now.

Harry turned on the faucet, and the pink bubbles that spewed out filled the bathtub in an instant. He slowly soaked his body in the hot water, so comfortable that he couldn't help but lamented how stupid his previous struggle was.Harry quickly took a shower and dried his body. He frowned at the clothes that belonged to Tom in his hands. He suddenly didn't want to wear them. If he just broke out and alarmed the other party, he could now imagine the expression Tom would show when he saw him.

But Harry doesn't care, does he?He pulled the baggy shirt over his head and put on the other's trousers, which obviously didn't fit, but were much better than Dudley's.Harry bent over and rolled up his trousers, rolled up his sleeves twice, and pushed open the door to go out.As he'd guessed, Tom wasn't waking up at all, his eyebrows nearly picking into his hair when he saw Harry getting dressed.

"I didn't know you had a penchant for wearing my clothes." Tom teased, and Harry found that damn handsome, "Is this a new seduction technique? I didn't know you reacted so strongly to what you saw today .”

Harry snorted uncomfortably, and he glanced at the smug opponent: "Don't put money on your face, I don't care if you sleep with someone//, and I just didn't bring any clothes."

"That's not how you behave, like a jealous girlfriend." Tom leaned against the bedpost and smiled, oh, that green shirt set off Harry's eyes so beautifully.Tom has never been stingy with his compliments to the boy, it is indeed breathtaking and dazzling, maybe he will consider buying more emerald green clothes in the future, he likes the sight in front of him.

"I don't look like a girl at all!"

"Sorry, my mistake. It should be like a jealous boyfriend." Tom lifted the quilt next to him, patted the empty seat, and signaled Harry to come over, who squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"I said I won't do anything to you, so lie down quickly, and I need to get more sleep."

Tom got up directly from the bed, and tucked Harry into the bed angrily. He wrapped his hands around the stiff boy and continued to fall asleep. Harry, at the moment when Tom's warm breath hit his neck, the scene in the dream suddenly Breaking into the boy's head, he wailed in his heart, there was no need to deny it, he liked Tom, but how could he like Tom?Tom is a young Voldemort, and Voldemort is the murderer of his own parents.

But he wasn't Voldemort yet.Harry reminded himself again.

Maybe it's all the fault of Tom's soul mate.

Maybe he really is Tom's soul mate.

Harry closed his eyes, his thoughts slowly sinking, sinking, until they sank into the boundless darkness.

—He was running wildly down the corridor, yes, the last door, he was trying to open to the room full of crystal balls, just a little bit-

"Harry, wake up!" Tom shook the boy who was breaking out in cold sweat vigorously. His breathing was a little short, but it was not as good as Harry's. Makes Tom a little worried.He noticed that Harry's scar was open again, anyway, Harry's dream was related to the legendary Dark Lord.Tom has subtle jealousy.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Harry unconsciously touched his forehead, and the sweet blood stained his hands.Harry's eyes widened, he didn't know what to think, this was the second time this week, and he had never seen Voldemort so often.

"Tell me what you saw," said Tom commandingly.

Harry thought he might be able to tell the other person the same thing as Hermione, and that didn't reveal anything.

"A room full of glass spheres, in the Department of Mysteries," said Harry, panting.

"What is the prophecy, Harry?" Tom's sudden question caught Harry off guard, and he looked at him suspiciously, and the firmness in the latter's eyes made him surrender involuntarily.

"What prophecy?" Harry whispered.

"You and the Dark Lord's prophecy, you are the chosen one, aren't you?" Tom tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder, "Tell me what that prophecy is."

"The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is near. He was born in a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month. The Dark Lord marked him as his enemy."

"It should be more than that." Tom said thoughtfully, "The Dark Lord obviously wants to get a certain prophecy, and I don't know where to start. Do you know any other prophecies?"

Harry shook his head.So those crystal balls were prophecies?That's why it exists in the Department of Mysteries.

"I want to train you," Tom said suddenly.

"why?"

"I'm not the type to succumb to others. If I'm just the Dark Lord's second-in-command in the future, he must be a powerful wizard, and my dormancy can only be explained as waiting for an opportunity to bring him down. Given that our interests are aligned, I hope You can have the qualifications to stand with me, we need to cooperate to fight against the Dark Lord." Tom said casually, "If you are the chosen one, he will definitely not let you go. But there are more important things now -"

"what?"

"I'm going to teach you Occlumency."