Hey guys~ Uh, there was supposed to be a chapter before my double update on Christmas, but it was locked by the author and I couldn't access or find it no matter how hard I tried to. So then, I woke up the next morning, looked over the comments saying how my dear readers were actually *anticipating* for this chapter, and I was like 'I sure as hell am not gonna let this go until I find this mystery chapter :)' and went on another dig online, and guess what?

I foUnD tHiS.

Btw, this is an unbeta-ed chapter, and I changed 'house-elves' to 'goblins' in the previous chapters because of... Obvious reasons :))


December 1945

The top of the tower was cast with a spell to expand the space within. Areas, where one would originally hit the walls by just turning around, were enlarged; the expanded spaces were no longer small, yet they weren't too spacious either.

It could now accommodate a large bed, the set-up of a kitchen, a bathroom; in the end, there weren't many places left for physical activities.

The goblins preferred fancy, luxurious decorations, apparent from the exaggerated design of Gringotts. The top of the tower also followed this style.

A cashmere carpet was extended from the bottom of the bed to the tower's only window, light came from the gems glowing on the walls, and the only door leading to the bottom of the tower was installed by the goblins; it mirrored the doors used for the Gringotts Vaults, appearing both expensive and gorgeous, yet difficult to unlock.

"This is your home! Not my home!" By the time the drug wore off, Harry was already in the solitary tower. He yelled, staring fiercely at the Slytherin.

The other smiled intimately, like a child asking a reward from their parent, his eyes as piercingly bright as black jade. "Only with you here can I consider this my home."

Harry began to wonder what the Slytherin wanted. His life?

"No, I want you." The handsome and elegant Slytherin stared at him, eyes burning.

Harry clearly couldn't understand the implication of his words; he just looked at Tom, doubtful and vigilant.

Tom sat by the edge of the bed, placing his hands randomly on the mattress; his coat had been thrown to the ground and two of his shirt buttons were unfastened. "Harry, what if I said I wasn't drunk that night?"

That… Night?

Harry quickly understood what Tom was talking about.

"Shut up!" By raising his voice, he instinctively attempted to stop Tom from talking, to cover his next words.

He could already guess what Tom was implying.

He didn't want to know!

Tom shrugged; watching Harry's almost-burning eyes, he laughed. "The Amortentia in your cup? I told Malfoy to pour it. That night, I was sober as I made love with you."

"So you tell me, what do I want?" Tom stood up, their difference in height suddenly making Harry breathless. "I've said it before; I want you."

Harry panted quickly; it seemed to be the only way he could meet his brain's demand for oxygen.

What does he want? What does he want!

"I'm a man!" His lips began to tremble. He was a man; even if they were different in other ways, they still had the same body structure, had the same flat chest. They weren't born with organs to unite each other, and even making love was a difficult and painful process.

Tom shrugged again, making a casual and relaxed gesture that Harry hated. "I'm gay."

How could he say that so easily!

"I'm also your father!"

He took care of him as he grew up, and watched him grow from being an ignorant child to a young man brimming with knowledge; in the beginning, he was at a loss on how to take care of him, but later found pride in his achievements. He watched him laugh, saw him cry. Worried over others hurting him, worried over him hurting others.

He was his father! Even with no blood relations, he still assumed a father's responsibilities and feelings.

Tom approached him, leaning close to his ear. "Which is why nobody else in this world is as close to me as you are."

No, no!

This relationship was like a baby affected by radiation; a hideous abnormality!

He wanted to go! To leave!

Without a wand, he wouldn't be able to apparate; since he wasn't able to leave this place, then he'd just leave this era!

He'd rather jump through time and space twice in a day than let this distorted relationship develop!

The silver hourglass had already been warmed by his body temperature; within his cold palm, it offered him slight relief.

He turned the hourglass, expecting his body to enter that familiar bizarre state, but nothing happened, the halo around the hourglass still so faint and gentle.

What's… Happening?

Harry turned the hourglass again.

Still, nothing happened.

Harry's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the shining hourglass in his palm. He could accept anything around him to develop in a direction opposed to what he expected, he could accept anything to break, just not this time-travel device!

"It seems like the hourglass isn't working," Tom said with a smile, calmly stating the fact. He stooped to pick up his coat casually discarded on the ground, and raised an identical hourglass from its pocket. "Maybe this one would work."

"Give it back to me!"

"Give it back to you, then let you leave and never come back?" The Slytherin gripped the hourglass tightly, his dark eyes beginning to boil with a shade of blood-red. "You have no choice, Harry. You're already mine."


This was the second time Harry made love with Tom, but it was the first time he did so in a sober state.

Rather than calling it 'making love', you could say it was unilateral violence.

He laid on the big bed, looking up blankly at the carved ceiling.

His dislocated limbs were unable to move; there was even a long feeling of pain coming from those areas.

The youth on his body was untiring, indulging himself madly throughout the entire night; he covered up the panic and loss in the deepest corners of his heart with the pleasure of having his cock buried in Harry.

Tom covered him, every inch of his skin sticking tightly to the other's; the thick sweat made neither parties comfortable, but Tom didn't want to be separated. The organ under his body used to bind them in sex deepened, moistening the tunnel, allowing him to feel the creamy, hot liquid dripping from the friction of his rod rubbing against the fleshy walls and doubling his pleasure.

The two were adjusted closely to each other, even a twitch in the area they were connected at didn't force either of them to move away from the other; the hole was wet and moist, even their pubic hairs were drenched and sticking together.

"Say you love me." The Slytherin was unforgiving, greedy for both the other's body and soul.

Harry blinked; sweat was dripping from his lashes, making the act extremely difficult. He gazed upon Tom's face, smiled, and an inexplicable guttural noise sounded in the back of his throat.

My jaw has been dislocated, how am I supposed to say it?

I love you?

Harry had said it to Tom once, only once, whilst he was still under the effects of Amortentia.

Just once made the other addicted to it.

But the current Harry was sober.

Harry hardly used 'I love you' these three words. Even during his most passionate and sweet moments with Ginny, he'd never said such romantic phrases, different from how freely she was able to end any sentence with 'love you's.

If retrospectively, it should be blamed on his gloomy childhood.

In that kind of humble, depressing childhood, Tom completely lost all ability to love, whilst Harry restrained all expressions of love.

For Harry, the phrase 'I love you' was especially formal. It wasn't a simple phrase used to express excitement or happiness, nor was it to be used for expressing docility or submissiveness; it was a phrase used for expressing high commitments.

If Harry was to say 'love', then it'd mean he was truly in love.

Therefore, even if he was forced to beg and howl for mercy, he'd never use 'I love you' to surrender.


Harry Potter completely disappeared from the Wizarding World.

But the Earth still rotated like usual, society still operated like usual, and time still passed like usual.

However, it was still difficult to make a person disappear unnoticed.

"Joan, I have to leave again." The young man with tousled hair had his neck tucked underneath a scarf, the lightning scar on his forehead so faint it was almost invisible. He put his hands in his pockets, smiling brightly to the woman facing him.

They were standing by the exit from the Ministry of Magic.

Joan rarely saw Harry smile so happily, so her lips couldn't help but twitch and hook up. "Where are you going this time?"

"I'm not sure. Wherever I end up is my destination, I guess." The young man shrugged. "This isn't the first time I've left."

Joan turned her head. "Leaving is good; as long as you're away from Tom."

Harry's expression suddenly became strange.

"I will," Harry replied. "I'm leaving first."

Before Joan could react, Harry had already clutched his bangs, took a big stride into the rushing crowd, and immediately turned a corner.

"Phew, almost exposed." The young man lowered his hand, revealing strands of platinum-blond hair.


The situation in 2001 also entered a state of extreme tension.

"Hermione! We can't wait any longer!" Ron fiercely slammed the table, his haggard appearance worsened by the black bags under his eyes.

Ginny's complexion didn't look too good either. "Ron's right; You-Know-Who knows where we're hiding. He came towards us without even making a detour."

"There's a spy among us." George came to the conclusion with extreme certainty.

Fred didn't care as much. "But it's definitely not the core personnel."

Percy looked at the map hung on the tent wall. "We have at most one day before they find us."

Hermione was still in her white lab-coat, all her hair tied behind her, giving her a neat and wise appearance.

"All of you take Dumbledore's Army and move to Hogwarts first. Whether or not all of you can get in will have to depend on you."

The twins cheered. Even in the toughest moments, they still had the most beautiful and mischievous smile. "Oh, we're good at this! We've memorised all of Hogwarts' secret passages!"

Hermione smiled, nodding affirmatively, then looked at Ron. "After you've arrived at Hogwarts, you must immediately go to Professor Snape."

"That old bat?! He killed Dumbledore!"

Hermione rolled her eyes in an unsightly manner. "Nevermind, let Ginny go then."

Ginny also hesitated. "But, Hemione, Snape is… A Death Eater."

"Go find him, and get him to help us! Trust me!" Everyone was watching her with distrustful eyes, but Hermione didn't have any time to explain. "I have to stay and wait for Harry to come back. Harry might be in bad condition, as time-travelling takes a heavy toll on his body."

Ron suddenly jumped out of his seat, his fiery red hair carrying the vitality and hope of youthfulness. "I'll stay too! You can't bear this alone!" And there was that restless and troublesome old bat!

Ginny also spoke up. "Hermione, I-"

"No. We can't leave behind too many people, otherwise, the goal for our escape will be too obvious. Ron, you stay. Ginny, they need you," Hermione refused Ginny's request almost coldly.

The Horcruxes were almost non-existent. Excluding the diary, locket, and ring they destroyed, the rest were fused with Voldemort. This way, even if they were faced with a more powerful Voldemort, at the very least he'd be completely dead if he was killed.

The woman raised her head, perseverance and a fighting spirit rarely seen in women apparent on her exquisite, delicate facial features; her eyes were firm and voice clear:

"Everyone going to Hogwarts must prepare well. Except for those blood-related to the Death Eaters, every other professor will be on our side, including Snape. Of course, make sure this information isn't spread. This is an absolute battle against You-Know-Who; Kingsley, Tonks, Lupin and a few other Aurors including the Weasleys and Mrs Longbottom will all support us. The entirety of Hogwarts will be mobilised. We can do this!"

"Of course!" Percy smiled.

The twins mercilessly teased Hermione. "We obey our Queen!"

This era was similar to the night. The night ebb and rises, yet ushered in is the eclipse. This is despair.

But when the eclipse has not yet completed, the morning sun will rise, daring to break through the darkness. This is hope.