Well, this is the first story I have posted her on in quite a while. Also, I am not looking for a Beta but if you'd like to apply go ahead.
I am only going to do this once: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. I NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL. THIS IS THE ONLY DISCLAIMER I AM PUTTING.
Now that that is over, please enjoy the story. It's obviously a Tom/Voldemort/Harry pairing, so if you don't like it… Well I don't even know why you're here! Just get out! If you feel like flaming, go ahead. People who flame are often doing it because they are stupid and want to cause trouble. Flames make me laugh.
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Le Trahi
(The Betrayed)
Prologue
"Why did you bring me here?" Asked the tired voice of a small teenager. A much taller man stood next to the boy, both of them staring off of the large cliff-face in front of them.
"I brought you here because of your request." The dark haired man said softly. "You said you were tired, that you wanted to give the world what they wanted, to give me what I wanted...." The teen nodded, leaning heavily against his companion.
"Harry...." The man hissed as if in pain. "I don't want to let you go." He whispered. "I CAN'T let you go. You belong to me!" The man turned and gripped the small teen shoulders, crimson eyes burning into dull emerald.
"There is no other way Tom." Harry murmured, closing his eyes. "'Neither can live while the other survives.' Isn't that how it goes? I don't want to just survive anymore Tom, I want to live. And I can't anymore...."
The two dark haired men leaned against each other, Tom's chin resting on Harry's head. All of a sudden his brilliant red eyes brightened until they almost burned. "I know how you can live, how the prophecy can still be fulfilled and you will not have to die. We can live together, neither having to ever survive again!"
Harry merely wrapped his arms around the older man, pressing his face into the muscular chest in front of him. "Do it Tom." He said lowly. "I do not think I can be parted from you, yet I cannot see what you can. Do not tell me, just do what you must." Tear filled green eyes looked up at the Dark Lord.
"I love you Tom." He whispered helplessly.
"And I you little one. More than you know." Tom pulled the young man to him, their bodies melting against one another. Without warning the two disappeared in each others arms with a loud crack.
It was nearly three weeks later before Tom Riddle came back to Harry with a solution. Throughout his wait Harry hadn't said a word about their conversation, if anything he seemed to have forgotten it. He seemed to get quieter, paler, and soon began to stop talking. He rarely practiced his magic anymore and never flew. Tom was worried.
"My Lord, the potion is completed." A low voice said quietly. Dark eyes watched the silent man leaning against his wall with a blank look.
"Thank you my friend." The tall man said with a sigh. "Is there anything else you need to tell me for this to work?"
Severus Snape, Potions Master extraordinaire shook his head slightly. "No my Lord. You simply need to have him drink it with his dinner and wait. He will fall unconscious and his memories will slowly disappear. For him it will take longer than for another his age due to the amount of trauma he has seen. It will be approximately three days before he wakes." The dour man sighed and rubbed his lower back.
"Are you sure about this Tom?" He asked, concern etched on his face. "Is he not getting any better? Does he still wish for death?"
The Dark Lord nodded sadly, his eyes closing as if in pain. "He cannot stand even to let me touch him any longer." He whispered, a low groan in his voice. "This is my only option. He gave me leave to do whatever I had to do to keep him with me. This is all I can do...."
Severus nodded gently and ladled the shimmering grey potion into a vial. "Pour it into his drink, whatever it is. It will disappear into the mix. It is odorless and colorless, he will suspect nothing and will be separated from the memories easier."
Tom looked at his old friend and nodded once, sharply. "There is no way for him to regain his memories once they are erased correct?"
"Yes." The Potions Master answered immediately. "They will be erased with no hopes of gaining them back. Do you have your story memorized?"
"I am not going to use a story." Replied the taller man. "Well, at least not much of one. It is simply that he lost his memory, that we were once on opposite sides of the war but we met and fell in love, that I changed. It is the truth. I will even allow him to use my pensieve if he wishes."
Snape nodded, relieved. "Good. He is sharp and will remain so whether or not he remembers us. He would realize if you lied to him. Has he chosen his name? Or are you choosing for him?"
Tom smiled gently and looked at the small vial in his hands. "His name is to be Viridan Cramoisi. Viridan for his eyes and Cramoisi for mine." He looked up suddenly, eyes sharpening. "It is time to go. I have to add this to his tray before I bring it to him. He'll suspect something if I am late."
Severus nodded and motioned his hand. "Of course. I will finish bottling this and send them where necessary. I have the list you prepared right here. "
"Good." Tom strode over to the door and opened it. Turning back slowly, the Dark Lord kept his eyes on the door jamb. "Thank you Sev. I owe you so much more than you will ever know." He disappeared, the door shutting quietly behind him.
"Good luck my friend." Severus whispered almost silently. "Good luck...."
"Harry." Came the soft voice of the teens lover. Tom Riddle came into his darkened room, a small silver tray in his hands. The older male gently closed the door with his foot and wandlessly lit a dozen candles. Once the room was bathed in the soft seductive candlelight, Tom made his way to the large bed his love was on.
"Hi Tom...." Harry said almost emotionlessly. "I don't think I can eat today. I am not hungry." The Dark Lord knew he was lying. Harry hadn't eaten breakfast or a snack that day so he was prepared to force him to eat.
"No Harry. You haven't eaten today and now you must." This had lately become a daily occurrence so the young man wouldn't be alarmed by any odd behavior on behalf of the Dark Lord.
With a slight sigh Harry nodded, leaving Tom to lay the tray across his lap. Harry lifted his slightly trembling hand and picked up his goblet. It was full of water, the only thing he would deign to drink anymore. He brought it to his lips and took a mouthful, almost hoping to fill up his body with water to avoid the food. He never noticed the slight gleam of hope in his lovers eyes as he began to eat.
"Alright." Harry murmured, pushing the tray away an inch. "I am done." The dark haired teen looked down at his tray and knew Tom would be proud of him. He had eaten more than normal, almost one-third of his tray and had finished his entire goblet of water. Tom nodded and removed the tray.
"Is there anything you need, anything I can get for you?" The crimson eyes man asked almost pleadingly. Harry eyed him and softened slightly.
"Will you.... Will you lie with me?" He asked softly, looking down at the ink colored comforter. A smile split the lips of the Dark Lord and he slipped off his shoes.
"Of course my love." He laid down, pulling the other man into his arms and resting his chin on the others head. Silence reigned. "Are you alright Harry?" He asked quietly, something odd in his voice.
"No, I am just tired. If.... If I fall asleep, will you keep holding me?" He whispered helplessly.
"Yes...." Tom murmured back, tightening his hold slightly. "Go to sleep little one. Rest and relax, I will be here when you wake." Harry nodded drowsily as his eyes slid closed, almost wishing that he wouldn't wake up. He didn't know that he would never wake up as Harry Potter again.