Unexpected Domesticity.

HI! I'm glad that you're actually giving a try on my very first Harry Potter fanfiction!

I'd have to warn you though, this first chapter is incredibly messy and may be confusing. (I'm a beginner...)

But, I'd be more than happy to answer if you'd leave me a review with a question or two. Or any review at all!

Warnings: slight le...lemon..?, OCC, ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE, Suicidal Attempts. and many more!..?!

Summary:Harry Potter's life is a train wreck. He is frightened by an immoral monster who lurks around the ground, wearing a mask of a human. Tom Riddle suddenly decides to be his savior and takes him in, but neither of them are happy about it. Can they cope with each other?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Nope. I wish I had.


Chapter One

Two sided face.

That's what I can best describe myself over the past 20 years.
It was a difficult task to keep up since everybody seemed to eye me with careful and analyzing gazes that forbid me from indulging myself or allowing my guard down.
Behind the alacrity and rather angelic act I put up myself with, there laid an ill-nature beast.

It derived me to the point of breakdown and it caused me ominous depression that I have yet to share it with anyone.

It often put me off and rather very sadistic in a way. I often blamed myself and grieved for my existence.
Nobody ever found out how I grew up or any of my past. It was left somewhat mysterious or nobody ever cared to question me about them. I intended to hide them but as I didn't need to, it became a flattering factor of myself.

I lifted my scarred and red lined arm to see it clearly.
Red, unforgivable lines existed within the pale surface of my skin.
I raised my razor and sliced within and made another red line across the white surface, creating a red sea upon the white surface of nothingness, if not, drained warmth.

Sometimes it was so hard for me to carry on. Everything seemed too much for me to live on. The smiles I had to fake came as a stranger and total nothingness. The smiles I received seemed so fabricated.
I was living within myself who is also fabricated into something, but I knew I really was nothing.
The silence was overwhelming me and the empty air wrapped within me. I was so lonely. No one was there. I had nothing left but this tingling sensation of pain and pleasure.

It was so sad and cruel; having no one to rely on. I wonder if I'm alive.

"Well, look who we have here. Harry Potter"

I, of course, had adversaries.
Tom Riddle is the very person I wouldn't want to be alone with. We hated each other's guts and it wasn't always me who was irritated by… well, me.
Still, he is the last person who I ever will say anything.

Somehow, we were always on bad terms since he managed to piss me off every time his mouth opened to mock me. Although, I must admit, I have gotten used to his derisive comments, it always managed to irk me. Normally, I wouldn't even care, but when it came to this guy, I lost my composure and indifference.

"Piss off, Riddle"

"Feeling sensitive today? Not so surprising"

"What do you want"

I narrowed my eyes and Tom Riddle's smirk filled into my narrowed eyes.

He was tall, lean, and at the same time, built. His complexion was almost always smirking or sneering. My friends often said he would look actually very handsome if he'd genuinely smile for once. Not that I expect him to do so or do I anticipate it.
The bastard was always so arrogant and full of himself. He had high self-esteem, which I regrettably envy him, and he always looked perfect and presentable.

He smirked and checked his clock before he turned to me.

"I was just passing by and wondered why you aren't with your slutty admirers you call friends. Last time I saw, you were in the alley with one of them, snogging"

"Just shut the fuck up, Riddle"

He sneered at me and made fun of whom I went out with. Which happened to be a lot?
I was excessively spent when it came to people whether they were males or females.

Of course, my other friends didn't know about this. Not entirely. Again, I led a very controversial life.

Call me a slut, but I had a reason for that; A dangerous and very secretive reason that I cannot let it out.
I only ignored him and moved my thin legs to walk away, but yesterday's routine seemed to have been more excessive and I realized that I haven't eaten anything for roughly two days.

The sharp pain in my arm as it brushed against the cashmere shirt lingered and I tried not to hiss. The pain kept me standing and waking up from an eternal slumber I may fall into.

But I guess I ran out of my luck.
My eyes started to flutter and I felt my legs unbuckling from the stance. Someone was calling out my name and I tried to make sense out the words.

"Potter! Get a hold of yourself!"

I realized that I have fallen into Tom Riddle's arms and I quickly retrieved myself from his grasp, pulling away harshly from him.

It wasn't because he was Tom Riddle. It was my unconscious reflex that haunted me.
I only glared weakly and made my way. I had to go home and rest.

Finally out from Riddle's observant eyes, I swayed and leaned against the wall, almost collapsing down. I knew I was a train wreck. Dysfunctional, abandoned, and broken. I was captivated by the devil himself. I gave into his temptation and was paying for my consequences.

Suddenly, a familiar but terrifying voice was heard in the deserted corner of the dark alley.

"Harry"

I looked up at the person. My breath and heartbeat hitched faster.

It was him; The monster that nearly destroyed me.

I gritted my teeth and pathetically tried to send him away but I wasn't so successful. In fact, it only made the monster take more interest in me. I attempted to lean away from the wall, ready to run, but was taken into his arm, getting intimate with his sinful body.

"You look like you're about to faint."

"None of your fucking business"

"Language, my dear. You know better"

His voice suddenly became dangerously ominous and I was simply terrified. He is the type of person who would take advantage of my current state and force me to bind with him sexually. And I know he will.

His hands started to grope me out of the darkness and I shamelessly squirmed against his touch.

"Don't-… Don't touch me!"

"Now, now. We mustn't raise out voices. I'll take care of you"

"No-!"

He caressed my body so skillfully, trying to devour me. I hated him. He was the cause of my red lines. I pulled away from him but he only tightened his grasp. He grabbed my butt cheeks and started to lick and bite my neck down to the collar bone.
We were in the darkest and the deepest deserted corner. He and I knew this place so well. I felt hopeless as I unforgivably and inevitably moaned and sobbed. And soon the moans were muffled by this monster's filthy, devouring mouth on mine.
I tried not to open my mouth but he slid one of his hands inside of my trouser, seeming to push it in my entrance and the other hand sliding inside my shirt.
I gasped loudly as I felt intense pain on the lower side of my body and his tongue was soon harshly violating me, and often biting me to bleed. I gasped and moaned but that just seemed to arouse this sick monster even more.

"Please... Don't do this... Please..."

"Harry, darling... If only you gave in"

"Please... I don't want to-..Ah!"

I half screamed as his patronizing and harsh hand grabbed my throbbing erection tightly. I hunched forward only to be blocked by his body.

"Harry... I want to hear it... Say it"

"Never..!"

His harsh words struck me and I replied with a malicious hate. He didn't like what I said.
As his harsh and extreme caresses made me writhe in pain, I screamed but his mouth muffled the noise. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and I didn't want to live anymore. Not like this. Not right now.

"F...Fuck you... You fucking monster...!..."

"Oh, Harry. if I were you I would've just said it for the sake of my own pain"

I screamed louder and began to sob uncontrollably. His hand was around my painful erection with his tip of the finger on my other tip, trying to go through. I started to pass out by extreme pain and sense of loss. The last thing I heard was a deadly crack of a bone followed by a noise of harsh flesh and flesh contact.
I couldn't tell if it was from me or from the monster.


I woke up, sweating and crying. Morning light was shining upon me and I raised my body but inevitably laid back down by the soreness and pains that I vividly felt.

Where was I? What happened to the monster? Am I even alive?

I glanced at the window near me, and the sun was either setting or rising, but I couldn't know nor undesirable memory was recalled and I felt the utter horror and disgust with myself. I've done it again. Forced or not, I was once more defiled by him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

I placed both of my hands on my face. Tears wouldn't come out anymore, as if my eyes no longer functioned properly. When the throbbing pain became so vivid, then I believed I was still alive, wretchedly.

"Potter"

A man's voice was heard within the room and I reflexively tensed up.
I knew that voice.
I nearly sprang up only to fall back down, moaning.

Tom Riddle.

I would have been better off dead.

"Stay down"

"What are you doing here. What do you want"

"For your information, I saved your life"

"Why didn't you leave me dead"

I held so much venom within my words, that it even surprised me. Riddle only frowned at that and narrowed his eyes. He was either judging me or observing me.

"I didn't know one of your virtues were suicidal attempts."

Suddenly, Riddle's voice grew cold and frightening.
He charged toward me and pinned me down on my bed. I was frightened by the sudden move. Frightened of the memory of that monster. Frightened that I would be used again. But Riddle took the notion and expressed disgust, soon replaced with cold look.

He was grabbing my wrist which revealed unforgivable red lines across my arms that I hadn't shown it to anybody. I usually concealed it, but for some reason, I hadn't have on with me.

"What's the meaning of this"

"Let go of me"

"Answer me. Who did this? Did you do it? Was it that bastard?"

"I said let go of me!"

I struggled underneath him, only to fail miserably. Believe it or not, he was much stronger than I thought he would be. I met his cold ruby eyes and shivered. How can those fiery eyes be so cold?
I fought back tears, refusing and fighting off the answers that reached the verge of my throat.

"What the fuck is wrong with you"

"I said let go! Let me go, you monster!"

I yelled frantically and this time, Riddle actually got off from me. I was panting and sweats were glimmering on me to show how nervous I was. Then, I snapped.

Hate hate hate. Everything was red with hate.

"Why do you fucking care?! You hate me! I hate you! None of your damn business! Get out! Just fuck off!"

Tom Riddle just stood there without any movements nor changing expressions. It was truly frightening. Silence overwhelmed the room until I heard a small click that resembled the closing of the door. I nearly yelled out to stay but that would be just contradicting me. Tears rolled out from my face and I softly moaned and sobbed.
I wished I was dead. I wished I was left in peace. I wished for my demise.
For the first time of my life, I fell unconscious, thinking about how frantically I yearned for something.


Red. Dripping from me. Staining the floor.

What did I do to deserve this?
My existence was a sinful crime. No more Harry Potter. No more misery. No more pain.

Some people believed in such cliché that states 'No pain, No gain'. Honestly. It was the most hateful cliché mankind ever created. My life was a pain and all I got was nothingness. Nothing was gained but painful pasts and follies painted me, which I tried to veil it with my other artificial characteristic.

Now everything was just pointless. In vain.

Suddenly, without any warnings, I was pinned to the ground with my wrists constricted above my head. I dropped the razor from my hand and I inevitably stared up to my constrictor, expecting the enraged monster to growl. I was taken aback by the different expression on the person's face.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

His voice was low and possibly the most dangerous other than the monster's voice. I couldn't do anything but tear away. I would be killing myself anyways, so maybe if I showed someone how miserable I was, I could be gaining his pity.

To my surprise, he picked me up and seemed to held me against him.

That was the first time, I cried in someone's arm without any hint of sadistic hate.
This was purely pitiful.

I think I sobbed and cried for more than a good two hours.

"You don't have to try and be someone else"

I was too tired to even reply back. I was exposed and uncovered by the least person I had expected from. I knew this sweet indulgence wouldn't last long so I leaned against his embrace for now. I closed my eyes and inhaled the cool scent that was lingering on him. Somehow, it was nice enough to calm me down.

"Stop trying to be someone else"

How? How was I supposed to do that?

I had no life. Everything was burnt and destroyed by that monster. Soon, my friends will forget me and I would have to go back to the monster. I wouldn't dare and put my friends in danger by him. In order to do that, I had to fabricate myself and my life.

"Live on, you fucking bastard. Don't you dare try and kill yourself again"

It was ironic. Should I feel grateful? Hopeful? Doubtful? I was confused but his sincerity and it took me aback. I guess, if you had anyone on the stake of death, it makes you numb to the fact that what relationship they engaged upon themselves.
His breath was showering down on me and I listened. I can hear his anger, sorrow, and sincerity.

That was indeed absurd and odd. Tom Riddle and sincerity didn't go together so well.

"Don't let me see you like this again"

Such simple words however the meanings were so complicated.
It shocked me to the point where I opened my eyes and gazed above at him. His hard and stoic expression gave away nothing and I just stared at him like a blithering idiot.

It was obvious he did not enjoy my company since I kept killing myself. Who would? But his inhumane crimson eyes shouted things that will take me hundreds of years to understand.

Tom Riddle. Who exactly was he?


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