DIsclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
Pairing: Tom (top)/Harry (bottom)
Warnings: Slash...sweaty man sex is to come. Do not be frightened, it will be enjoyable for the both of us.

Since i could not open this account for awhile i added another : enieedrarry
i already posted a story on this channel, its called: A Demon's Mate
Sorry about the long break. I haven't had a laptop in a while. Now I am rewriting all of this stories chaperters. I have matured more since this story and feel it is my duty.
This chapter is rewritten.

Chapter One:

Reality Made Me See Things Differently

I can't give you the stars and the sky from one day to another, but if you give me a chance I'll deliver you each star, one by one.

Harry sighed as he sat alone in an alley and hugged his knees closer to his chest. He sat staring with remorse at the people passing by laughing and grinning, or falling from how much alcohol they had consumed from the clubs on the busy street. He was cold, hungry and paranoid of every little noise he heard.

Today was Christmas Eve, and was his third Christmas all alone in the streets. His family and anyone who loved him were dead. They no longer were here in this cruel world. He would have to live in exile... nothing was the same anymore, that he was for sure. 'Friends' were not real from what he had seen, and his life was dictated by Dumbledore. He had no freedom, he was a product of a insane wizard. Groomed to carry out the man's wishes. So he decided to run away and live without magic, thus far everything has been... favorable and no one has reported him to the Ministry. Thank Merlin he had not performed magic; he'd probably be tracked down instantly.

It was cold. So cold. Lips had turned blue, as well as his skin. He wished it was here that Death would take him... take him away into warm arms. Sweeping bangs out of green eyes, he squeezed them shut cursing himself for getting his only pair of glasses crushed. Bowing his head he allowed long wavy hair to cascade around his face at an attempt of some warmth. Nothing was helping him out, he could feel the frost seeping into his very bones. Each inhale was a stab to his lungs. He let his droopy eyes watch the people pass by the alley entrance once again; ignoring the small teen, only feeling pity and disgust.

Green eyes followed as a bald man entered the alley, supporting himself on the walls. The man was singing Jingle Bells in a slurred voice, attention only on his beer bottle. Unfortunately though the man had looked up and saw him. Harry automatically stiffened in defense.

"Well, wash a pretty girl doin' here?" the bald man said as he neared Harry with a lewd grin. The man tripped over his own feet as he swayed over to Harry. The boy bit his lip and stood, bracing himself against the wall. Fierce green eyes stared at the drunk. "Aw hushny not a talker? Ish okay. We won't be talkin, mush." The man then lunged, failing miserably for he was far too intoxicated to judge a blonde from a brunette. Quickly dodging the move he ran out into the street with fear of being followed.


Voldemort sat sprawled on his small throne in one of his Death Eater meetings. He really was not paying attention, he had other things on his mind. Other people. Hood drawn up from his black cloak to cover now handsome features. The only evidence that remained from his other body was deep red eyes. Those eyes were currently drooping in boredom. It was not fun staying up all night signing reports and doodles of battle plans.

Gone was the foolish thought to capture the Boy Who Lived, instead he wished to have the Golden Boy on his side; maybe get something out of their partnership. Something, he'd like to think, would be beneficial to both. Voldemort was definitely not startled, but was not counting on Lucius' unexpected arrival.

"Milord, there has been a sighting of the Potter boy near Whittington Park."

Voldemort rapidly sat up from his slouched position, clenching his fists. Harry Potter finally spotted after so many years? The only thoughts to race through his mind were; I need to find him before the Order does. I cannot lose him. Gathering his thoughts with a closed off expression Lord Voldemort gave a cruel smirk; the tall powerful man stood, nodding at his loyal followers.

"The time has finally come; Let us find him. Do not harm him, if you do, you will answer to me." Red eyes narrowed on each face letting the threat sink into their frightened wits. Sharply turning to the kneeling Malfoy. "Lucius, is there plenty of muggles?" The blonde stood and nodded his head,

"It is a heavily populated muggle area."

"You heard the man. Whittington Park. Dress in muggle clothing. Do not look suspicious. Go." he growled the last word.

Bellatrix though had stayed behind, her newly found beauty radiating happiness. Voldemort gave her a small smile of sorts.

"Don't try to scare the boy, Tom. It won't put you in his favors."

The tall man scoffed at his most trusted friend. His eye's becoming dark at the mention of Harry Potter.

"Do not tell me things I already know, Bell." he sneered at her insignificant... advice.

The woman smirked and popped away leaving the Dark Lord all by himself. He took a confused step forward, as his not sure where to be. With a vacant expression on his noble face the man ran long fingers through his hair with an irritated sigh.

"Might as well go."

Tom Riddle apperated to a random street a few miles from the park wearing a black muggle suit. He let his long legs carry him about searching for the boy who had burdened him all these years. Receiving stares from people leaving clubs eyeing his magnetic roman features, he gave the insignificant muggles death glares and continued on his way. He was probably out there for hours walking around, searching for a black haired teen with stupidly round glasses. Grunting in displeasure he would not give up. What if he went back and missed the boy by a second? He would not let that happen. But, damnit! I am going to curse his ass for making me wonder out here in the cold like a stupid muggle loving, dunderheaded-

"Umph!"

"You fuckwit! watch where you're going!" he growled in pure anger, some stupid muggle had crashed into him and he was not in the mood. I'm to burn this suit once I finish. It has germs.

Anger was extinguished immediately when round emerald eyes looked up at him and blinked with long lashes. Delicate features began turning a shade of red, cupid shaped lips parted,

"S-Sorry." Harry said with a meek voice. The taller male looked down at him with a blank expression, the man was a stunning enigma. Harry's own eyes observed the emotionless face; heartless maroon eyes, straight nose, and thin pink lips. Dark brown hair fell into the man's eyesight, giving him a mysterious look; the rest barely skimmed his shoulders. He looked so regal and commanding, it made the small boy squirm at those eyes. Those eyes which stared right through his soul. Harry quickly blushed as he registered large hands placed on his thin waist.

Tom kept contemplating the boy. He has changed tremendously, was his first thought. Into a beautiful young man.The boy in his arms was indeed smaller than him, about average height of 5'8, either way Tom was a giant of 6'9. Harry's hair was long and past his shoulders, but he still held that cherubic face. It made Tom want to protect the delicate Gryffindor, keep him safe and locked away.

"No need for apologies." His deep voice made the boy shiver. A strand of hair fell onto the taller man's eye; automatically Harry brushed it off and ran his elegant fingers through it. Tom's hand caught Harry's own, the boy's eyes widened in horror at his own boldness. The man simply took in the boy in front of him and gripped the thin wrist apperating them away.


Harry had to take a moment, blinking owlishly at what had just happened. After all it had been a long time since he had last apperated. His stomach was a twisted knot of emotions.

Tom moved away and turned to sit at his large desk, lacing his fingers, he placed his chin on them waiting for the boy's reaction. Taking in how the boy's nose scrunched up in thought, he had to admit it was... cute. You did not have to admit that, Tom. Lord Voldemort smirked with venom at his inner battle, but the boy must have taken it as insult.

"You…You're a wizard?"

Tom let his smirk stretch, "My, my, my your abilities of observation have improved."

Said boy growled menacingly, "Just shut up! I knew something was wrong. I knew I should've stayed in that alley!" Harry threw his hands in the air, "Oh, just great now Dumblefuck is going to come and the Ministry is going to fuck my ass with a damn broom!"

As Harry continued to rant Tom began to chuckle in dark amusement. He certainly has a vivid imagination, He thought. Although, I wouldn't mind substituting for the broom... fuck. Stop perving Tom you shouldn't mingle with muggle loving minxes... wait... he isn't a minx! He's a Gryffindor. Right...Tom hadn't noticed the whirlwind of Harry Potter had started shouting at him.

"-You outright bloody bastard! You-you right prick! Bloody damn TWAT!"

Tom bristled at the comment and gritted his teeth, "That was uncalled for Harry."

"Uncalled for?! You shouldn't have you head so high, it might get stuck in Dumbles ass!"

Tom stood planting his hands on the desk, with a dark glint in his eyes he hissed, "Shut that blabbering hole, boy."

Harry scoffed and walked right up to the man. Green eyes ablaze, "Make me."

Both were in an intense staring contest with one another. Tom couldn't help but admire the defiant eyes. His own, he knew, were swirling maroon storms. Sighing Tom ran a hand through his thick hair and stared at a wall behind the boy's head,

"Look pip squeak, I mean you no harm."

Harry snorted, "Yeah, whatever."

Tom closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose he said,

"I only wish to call a tru-"

Lucius walked in, without noticing Harry, and bowed,

"My Lord, unfortunately we could-"

Thump.

Tom raised an eyebrow at the young lad's reaction. Well... that was unexpected .He made eye contact with a shocked blonde and waited with a void expression.

"Milord! I did not know he'd faint at my presence."

"Malfoy, your presence was not what caused his fainting spell. Rather my name which was just revealed to him. You may leave."

Lucius nodded, bowed, and swiftly left the room. The Dark Lord stood awkwardly just looking at the delicate figure on the floor, not really knowing what to do. Finally, he thought, the boy might be more comfortable in a bed. The older man lifted Harry from the floor and carried him towards his bedroom. As he carried the small boy his attention was captured at how Harry curled around him, even dared to snuggle against his neck. Tom scowled and hurried his long strides. Placed the sleeping beauty on his large fluffy bed. Tom had the urge to go and drag the damn blonde back by his locks! He should be crucioed for just waltzing into my office like he owned the bloody place!Unbeknownst to him Nagini slithered in.

What is this master?

Voldemort glanced at his snake and hissed back, anger radiating through his eyes.

Malfoy opened his big mouth and told the Potter boy who I was, before I could coax him to our side!

The snake hissed, it sounded like a laugh to Tom's ears. She slithered up the bed to look down at the young boy.

Do not fret master, he is not for the light. She cocked her head to the side, He feels something akin to lust and fear towards you. Turning her head to him she flicked her tongue. You have nothing to fear master, I'm sure of it. You can use your charms and grace.

The Dark Lord sneered at his snake at sat down on the bed, Really Nagini, I thought you would have more class.

The snake reared her head back, I say, Tom! Never have I been wrong before! When I told you the boy was not safe to approach yet after only one year of his hatching, what happened? Tom radiated irritation as the giant python continued. After I said to not harm the boy, it might affect you later. What happened? Turns out he is your mate. And I-

The Dark Lord was being scolded by a mother snake. He was going to pop a vessel. I wish to not speak of this Nagini.

Said snake flickered her tongue at her master and turned to look at the boy, I will leave it be, since you look about to skin me.

Tom turned to look at the boy, red eyes intent on Harry. How is he going to react now? As the boy slept he had a frown on delectable looking lips. Nagini then took to observing her masters calmness as he watched Harry with such a kind gaze, she thought it sweet the most Dark Wizard was worried of the reaction he would get from a nineteen year old boy.

He really is cute. She hissed and took in Voldemort's small smirk; his eyes never leaving Harry's body. You should keep him. She added as she got no reaction to her first bait. Tom then raised an eyebrow at her, mirth showed on his face.

For a snake you sure are talkative. He said and patted her head.

For a Dark Lord you sure find your enemy attractive. Nagini flicked her tongue and did a snake like smirk as her master chuckled.

And that was when Harry woke up. Voldemort chuckling at something his snake had, and the damned snake flicking her forked tongue at him like he was her next meal. He screamed.

A/N:
I don't think I changed it much but the second chapter sure is going to change because Tom is not so loving with Harry as he first was in this chapter.