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What was it like, this first meeting?

In a strange and menacing city, where shadows seem to come to life at the mere thought of closing one's eyes, promising a fate worse than death.

With a figure unfamiliar, standing in the dim light, not with a cold gaze, but with a curious glint hidden in red, empty eyes.

"Tom is different."

Harry thought about it every time, involuntarily freezing his pupils into the figure curled up on the ceiling.

Tom was different from everyone at home. He was funny, awkward. He slept under the bed, liked dark corners. Harry saw him crawling out from under the sofa, disheveled, covered in dust, greedily eating something viscous, nauseating, smelling of rot. He saw Tom standing at the windows in the abandoned rooms, standing silently, staring out with an empty stare. Harry smiled when he climbed up to him, put his icy lips between his shoulder blades and froze. It seemed awfully at first, but then became almost funny. He was used to it.

Tom was different, but he was a home too.

Out of the corner of his eye, Harold noticed how the headmaster and Snape were blown up from their seats, but they didn't have time to do anything, and the bludger, slowing down only a little, crashed into the stands directly into its victim, Neville Longbottom.

Harold fell into his seat and tried to get rid of the noise rising in his ears. It seemed like he could hear the crunching of bones right now. Something inside him fluttered with glee, he felt sick, and there was a cloying taste of blood in his mouth.

The screams of people drowned out somewhere under the stands, colorful colors flashed in front of him, everyone hurried to leave as soon as possible. Harold closed his eyes for a moment to calm his heart and, taking a deep breath, hurriedly left the stands, without once looking in the direction of the injured Neville.

Sketch with two adorable buns. Writing tomarry fic and now my hands are just reaching out immensely to draw them...

I finally made a sketch with Neville for a new chapter, really wanted to finish his appearance in at least a little bit of a full-fledged format

Upd, published a translation of the new chapter :) Micro-Harry came out surprisingly cute, haha, "they're all wonderful when they sleep," actually.

In addition to the parallel to the scene from the chapter, there is also a small spoiler for the future plot of fic on art😇

Mordred, I never thought it would be SO uncomfortable trying to find a simplified style for illustrations... At least Harold and Draco came out quite nicely here. And I couldn't help but be inspired and, to my own surprise, I translated the third chapter faster than I expected. Decided to post it today, haha)

Phew~ The second chapter of the TC has finally been translated and posted. Now I'm thinking about the most convenient chapter publishing timing… Considering that the size of chapters will gradually increase to 10+ pages, it's especially difficult to calculate anything.