AN: Forget everything about the sixth book. I'm skipping that, it's the summer after sixth year, and horcruxes don't exist. This is a Tom/Harry or Voldemort/Harry fanfic (which ever one works….I don't really see the difference.) Okay and also after a rather embarising reading of my story, my friend corrected(loudly anounced) the errors I have fixed MOST of them, feel free to tell me if i missed any!

Disclaimer: Do I sound British to you? No? I didn't think so.

The Dark Lords

Gasping in pain Harry rolled over on his bed, if you could even call it that. Ever since Sirius had died the Dursly's had gone back to treating him like shit. They had gone back to never letting him leave the cupboard under the stairs, except for the days that Aunt Petunia was out. That was when he became Vernon and Dudley's play thing. (yes in that way)

The cupboard was more cramped now that he was almost 17 and the injuries he had sustained from Vernon were not helping. It was about 2:30 in the morning, one month into summer. Harry was tired of everything, it was time to go. Sitting up carefully Harry slowly opened the cupboard door. Looking down the hall he prayed the Dursly's would not wake. Uncle Vernon would surely kill him if he found his "slave" had gotten out of his cupboard.

Walking as silently as he could, he reached the back door. Once outside in the garden he reached into the lily's he had planted early that summer. Before he had left school he had shrunk down his belongings. He would not have his stuff locked away from him again. Looking around Harry wandlessly (the ministry can not trace wandless magic) unshruk his firebolt.

Jumping on his broom he flew up into the air, casting a hasty invisibility spell upon himself. Looking down he could clearly see the order of the fricken' flaming chicken's members placed around his "home" to "protect" him. They had no idea who he really was. He had stopped being the "boy-who-lived" a long time ago when he found voldemort the summer after 5th year.

Flashback

"Harry Potter." Voldemort hissed menacingly.

"Tom" harry replied evenly acting as though the many Death Eater wands pointed at his head were not there.

"What do you want Potter?" Voldemort had spat at him. "Did the old coot send you here to kill me?" he added tauntingly.

"No. I came here of my own free will. No one knows where I am." Shock flashed across Voldemort and his followers faces.

"That was rather stupid of you Harry. For you see. That means I could kill you, and no body would be any the wiser."

"I know. That is exactly what I want you to do."

End Flashback

Harry landed with a thump, and started to make his way up the path to Riddle Manor. Tom had refused to kill him that night to the surprise of his Death Eaters and himself. He had taken care of him that summer and helped him get a chance of the life he had always dreamed of.

Opening the door he was greeted by a very happy Negini, after promising to chat later he walked into Tom's office. Without so much as a question of why he was there, Tom rose and walked over to him amd hugged him tightly. Smiling Harry kissed Tom lightly on the lips. Pulling Harry into a deeper kiss Tom slid his hands down Harrys pants and grabed his member, stroking it gently. Gasping, Harry pushed his groin against Toms hand.

"It's great to see you too Tom, but wormtail is going to walk through that door any second now."

Pulling away with a smirk "But I missed you." Tom whined quietly.

"Dark Lords don't whine." Harry said quoting one of Tom's favorite things he said to him.

Suddenly the doors flew open to revile Wormtail "M-my lords the meeting is beginning."

Smiling to himself Harry nodded at him and linking arms with Tom, they made their way towards the awaiting Death Eaters. He was finally where he belonged.

AN: Should I continue this story? Yes? No? Read and Review Please! If I get 15 reviews I'll write a sequel or turn this into a story with chapters. Kay?