In their sixth year, the tension between them reached a breaking point. One evening, after a particularly heated debate about the ethics of power, Tom cornered Harry in the Slytherin common room. "You're different, Harry. You're not like the others. You understand me," Tom said, his voice low and intense.Harry felt his heart race. "I do understand you, Tom. But this path you're on—there's darkness waiting for you. You don't have to choose that."Tom stepped closer, his gaze piercing. "And what if I want to choose it? What if I want to be more than just a wizard? I want to be a god."Harry took a deep breath, feeling the weight of Tom's ambition pressing down on him. "You can be powerful without losing yourself. Let me help you."In that moment, Tom's expression softened, and he reached out, brushing his fingers against Harry's cheek. "Help me, then. Help me find a way to be the best."