Finding The Dark And Seeing The Light
Prologue
Harry groaned in pain, finally waking up to find himself chained down to a bed in a dark room.
Harry hearing something move, whimpered quietly thinking it was his uncle.
"Are you finally awake, Potter?" A deep, gravelly voice growled out.
Harry nodded wishing he had his glasses so he could see something of the man.
"Speak up, Potter, because here you will not be spoiled and you will have to ask nicely for what you want and maybe you'll get it... maybe you won't."
"Yes..." Harry spoke as loud as he could, his voice soft, shaky, and scratchy from the last punishment his uncle gave him.
"Good... the sex is only good when you're awake... I'm not into necrophilia."
"But I'm not a dead body..." Harry muttered honestly.
"What?" The man asked confused.
"Necrophilia is having sex with dead bodies and I'm not a dead body." Harry muttered.
"Smart boy... I might keep you, but I have other needs to handle before I decide." The man said crawling across Harry's body and whispering in his ear, "Much more pleasurable needs."
Tom watched from above as his death eater pretended to be him and started to prepare Harry for sex. He saw Harry's eyes fill with fear at every touch... and he also saw Harry's eyes deaden and dull as soon as his death eater touched him below the belt buckle line.
"Damn it!" the death eater cried, enraged that he would not get to have fun with Potter.
Tom came down from where he was hiding and spoke softly to the man, "Go now. You've had your fun, and now it's my time."
"Harry... child, please wake up. I would like to talk to you." Tom said softly and sweetly to the boy.
Harry's eyes started to flicker with signs of life once more, and once more, Harry tried to struggle in the chains. Tom flicked his hand and the lights turned on.
"Please... don't... please..." Harry whimpered angelically, but on the verge of being pathetic, two tears trickling down his face.
"Harry... calm down... it's ok. I promise you will not be killed here..." Tom whispered softly, "I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, and you, you are my mate, young Harry."
Tom pushed Harry's glasses on his face gently and smiled when Harry realized he could see.
"Just because I am your mate you would help me? That still doesn't make sense- you tried to kill me before..."
"Because you were not 16 and I did not know you were my mate until the day you turned 16."
Harry stared at Tom and nodded to say he understood. Tom gently kissed Harry's forehead, and Harry reddened at the action.
Tom released Harry from the chains to let the two of them sleep unhindered. Tom magically turned off the lights, and pulled up the blankets to Harry's chin.
"Sleep, Harry, it will do you much needed good." Tom whispered.
Harry slowly fell asleep, somewhat comforted by the fact Tom was his mate, that Tom wanted to be with him, and that Tom cared for him enough to stay with him even though he was a worthless freak.
Not too long after Harry fell asleep, Tom fell asleep too, determined to finish bonding with Harry by the end of the week.