Harry shifted so he was standing directly facing Tom and raised his other hand to grasp Tom’s wand arm, holding both his biceps gently. He could feel that Tom was shaking, overwrought with emotion, and it made Harry ache for him. "You’ve suffered so much." Harry’s thumbs rubbed gentle circles into Tom’s arms. "But it’s different now, isn’t it? You have a family now, me and Henry and Beatrice, and you never have to think about the Riddles again. Let’s just go, leave them behind and never look back. Don’t do anything you can’t come back from. Don’t be like Voldemort, Tom, please." He looked up at Tom beseechingly, heart in his throat.