"You're starting something you can't finish!" Harry screamed from atop his friend, sobbing with the tears of pain and confusion, why wouldn't he just shut up and leave. He had defeated him already. "This war will bring millions to their knee's... and their deaths. Maybe even cause you death. Why not leave whilst you can!"

"I have failed once before and i will not allow it again, I will be the one to end you" He promised from the ground watching the sobbing teen, lying over his bloodied friend.

"You can win without so many casualties, you don't have to torture or kill, you can own what you want and I'm the only thing stopping you! A child!" And he took a moment to think over his options. He didn't want anymore to loose their lives over him, Cedric was lying dead beneath him. He didn't want that to be Hermoine, Ron or even Sirius. His decision was irrational, sure, but he knew what he had to do and so he let his lips move without much thought. "I'll join you."

"Harry Potter... will join me?" He gave a loud cackle, getting to his feet. "And who said i would want a child. How can I trust a child who tried to murder me?"

"I want my friends to live, you are strong I won't deny that, but they're my life. I've been dragged into the light and forced to live like this and I will be forced to be a weapon the rest of my life if i don't do this." He couldn't believe what he was saying but it had been on his mind for a while. He wasn't completely oblivious to what Dumbledore had done upto this point. "You can believe, me just let me send Cedric off. Then i will ... help you. I'm not going to be a weapon for you, I'm not going to be a follower, I will be an equal. Understand?"

"I will not be ordered around by a child, I have sworn to kill you, I have come to far. Who says I will accept you" Voldemort hissed slipping into parcel tongue without knowing.

"You got defeated by this child, I am strong and you know damn well I am! Just don't harm Remus, Sirius, Hermoine or any weasleys. Leave all them families alone. Do as you like to people I don't know. Leave the people whom I know, Kill my remaining relatives if you must but please. I'm begging you. Don't make any more death from my name." He hissed, the death eaters looking cautiously between themselves with confusion over the exchange.

"... Very well, you will help with operations and stay out of the way, if intelligence is needed you will provide it and I will accompany you at all times, take that body back and meet Draco outside Slytherin common room in an hour, he will take you to Malfoy Manor." And with a crack he left, leaving Harry in a graveyard with a dead body and a cup. He didn't waste time in thinking over what had occured, he only took a short moment to stare where the inner circle had stood.

It didn't take long for Harry to arrive at Malfoy Mannor, eyes still dripping tears with the occaisional sniffle. He waddled upto the main door, Lucious and Draco by his side, Draco seemed petrified by the ordeal, the instructions his father had given and the fact they managed to get to a floo network without trouble. Harry only gave a weak sigh as he pushed the doors open.

An unusual figure stood at the other side to greet him. He looked familiar yet Harry couldn't quite place his face. He gave a weak nod at the man and took the offered hand. The unuaual (and rather hansome) man led Harry through rooms and passages, it took about five minuets to arrive at an oversized bedroom, the covers on the king sized bed a lovely dark green with a midnight black sheet underneath, the Bed having four grand posts and a thick green curtain hanging around the top. The walls were lined with books and shelves with books on with books ontop of books ontop of books, all looking precious and expensive. There was an almost invisible door next to one bookshelf, the door slightly open and the view of suits could be seen. At the other side of the room there was another identacle door, yet closed which on the front read 'bathroom'. The carpet seemed to match the covers and yet it was a rather light room with the windows peeking through the bookshelves. It was all overly grand for Harry and yet it was like he belonged. Even with the masses of books that were scattered throught the room.

"This will be our room" A deep voice announced from beside Harry, the voice reminded him of dark chocolate, and it made him melt a little at the sound of it. He turned to look at the man before registering the sentence.

"Our room?" Harry asked, noticing the tears stopping, his eyes filling with confusion.

"I said I would acompany you at all times did i not?" He asked slipping into a rougher, less appealing voice. The clogs turned in Harry's mind before he realized who the man infront of him was. It took another moment to check if he was dreaming or not.

"You don't look like a Dark Lord" he murmered, Inspecting the figure next to him.

"That is why I wear the Glamours, I need to be feared, eventually those glamours will become permanent but I am a Human Wizard, I do look like one. I need to place some Rules for you to stick by. Obey these and we will not have any problems." He looked over to Harry who nodded weakly, scanning over his well toned body again, not beleiving his eyes. "I will sleep with you, every night. No acceptions, if I am not home due to a mission then you will be cared for by my house elf Tamina, You will try your best not to sleep until I am back. You will send out an owl to your closest five friends, whichever three reply first may visit you if i am asked first. If there are any problems you will come directly to be, Lucius or Severus. Understood?" Harry nodded and he continued "You may use any part of this building but cannot leave it, I have my own Manor which, if asked, you may acompany me to visit. You will not be using any wards or defensive charms in this household. You will tell no one of my glamours and You shall wear glamours throughout the building whilst Death eaters are visiting. any questions?"

"Can i call you Tom?" Harry asked, sliping into parcel tongue. Shivering as the chocolate voice let out a low growl.

"Only whilst we're alone, if it makes you happy." Harry gave a weak smile and a nod. Tom scoffed moving over to the bed and sitting on it, starting to remove his shoes. "We should be getting to bed, Harry. I will go over more rules in the morning if need be but use your common sense and don't annoy me."Tom hissed, he started to work on removing his shirt as said this.

"Um... do you expect me to sleep naked?" He hissed back cautiously. "these are my only clothes... my trunk is at hogwarts."

"yes, for now. I'll have your trunk brought here for the morning." He pulled his robes off discarding them beside his bed and slipping under the covers and Harry only stared. His scar hardly hurt and so much was going on in such a short space of time he was utterly confused. He knew he wouldn't sleep tonight, expecially whilst he was sleeping half naked next to his half naked enemy. Well, he wasn't his enemy anymore, and it would take a while to get his head around that. He was helping the one who killed his parents. That just threw him. He started to strip himself and climbed into bed beside Tom, but he was glad the bed was so large because then he wouldn't have to sleep pressed against him, and he wouldn't have to worry about him hearing his cries in the night if he did drift off to sleep. Which oddly enough, he did.

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Harry awoke with the normal feeling of a dry throat and an empty stomach. It meant he had been screaming in his sleep again. When he turned his head to the side he was greeted by a half asleep Dark lord, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He looked almost... cute? He couldn't quite think of him as a Dark lord in this form, he seemed too... human. Too, hansome. Harry wasn't quite sure on anything anymore. He just knew Tom had stayed awake at his screams.

"Tom?" He croaked with his sore throat and bad morning breath. "Did i keep you awake?"

"It's alright, I expected this on the first night. I need to keep you happy and that's what i intend to do." He blinked a little more and shuffled so he was more comfortable. The feeling in the room was almost... domestic? which caused Tom to shiver slightly. "What was your nightmare?" Harry couldn't quite recall what had him screaming so much but he knew that Tom was trying his best. He wasn't a nice person and hated company so he was happy that he was trying his best to keep Harry happy. So, he lied.

"My Parents" He mumbled, he knew this would bring up something bad but he felt like Tom also Deserved it for what he had done. "The night you Killed them."

"We're not going to talk about this Harry" He spat, throwing the covers off himself and sliding out of bed "Get dressed, your trunk is in the bathroom."

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Harry didn't see Tom for the rest of the day, He spent the day locked in the room, reading the many books scattered around and being accomapnied by Tamina who he called Tami and was awfully kind. Most likely due to beatings and crucio's. He got started on the letters he would send out to his friends but nothing seemed fitting. He decided on Hermoine, Ron, Sirius, Fred and George. Yet they were all Different and he found it Highly unlikely they would want to reply, expecially Ron.

He knew he had made a mistake yet again now he knew there wouldn't be a full scale war and his friends were safe and as the clock struck seven in the afternoon his tea popped into the room on the bed infront of him, he had no intention of eating it, just like his breakfast and dinner. He felt wrong, ill, like his stomach would reject up anything he ate and again he pushed the tray to one side and continued reading. He was on his fith book of the day and the books he read were very interesting, they included things he wouldn't find in any other book and some had stories about Tom's past which were the most interesting.

All the books he read seemed to be Tom's old books, with scribbles and noted along the way and every so often a deeper explination or a short story on how he had come across a plant, spell or creature. And these little footnotes is what Harry loved most because every book seemed to have them. As much as he hated the man at the moment he also wanted to know everything about him. He was intrigued to say the least. Could even be classed as obsessed, with his past. There was so much he didn't know and even things he would find about his Hogwarts life and Dumbledore. One footnote said how he once found Dumbledore admiring a picture of a young man and suspected a previous relationship.

He was near the end of the book when he heard a loud crack causing him to drop it in shock and reach for his wand. But when he looked up he saw Tom, shedding his glamours and covered in blood and that's when Harry could see the Dark Lord side of him, His eyes darker than before and his breathing heavy. He didn't seem to notice Harry as he threw his arm out swiping over a large pile of books which fell to the floor in a clutter. Harry gave a gasp closing his book and sitting up straight. It brought Tom's attention to him and he didn't notice anything changing in his eyes, his eyes seemed full with hatred and anger, his wand pointed towards the fourteen year old and a sinister curse fell from his lips.

"Crucio!"

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updated and improved 22/12/13

original notes:

This was a very quick idea i've had, i've worked on about 15 tom/harry fics and i've felt the need to post one for years. yesterday i finished a Harry Potter marathon and all night i've been working on the idea of a deal. If it's rushed or anything please say and leave reviews, any idea's for upcoming chapters? thankyou and hopefully it wasn't too crap, i haven't checked this as i am in a rush for a cosplay deadline but please point out any issues there will be many spelling mistakes i know and appologise in advance to reviews.

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