"Well, I'm not a soldier," Harry snapped. "You don't get to order me into battle every time something weird shows up. I'm not your bloody-" "Tom." The name slipped out like a curse. Quiet, accidental, but sharp as shattered glass. Harry froze. So did Dumbledore. It hung in the air for a second. Two. An eternity, maybe. Harry's hands, clenched at his sides, loosened just enough to tremble. "What did you just call me?" he said, voice low. Controlled. ---- Orrrrr: Dumbledore calls Harry, 'Tom' and Harry slowly realizes more and more about the 'light' side and turns to the 'dark' side of magic --- I do not own any of these characters all rights go to J.K Rowling Cover art: Steri on ArtStation
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