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Of Magic, Protection and Dark Desires

Prologue: Game

Harry gazed at the Black Lake, filled with patches with white snow. Forests and grounds were covered in a white blanket, while the skies were nothing but dark grey. It was one of those days where the air was colder than most winter days, not that he minded or cared. He was just standing by the edge of the frozen Black Lake, watching the snow fall from above and make contact with the still earth. Though his sight of the scenery was mostly peaceful, he could listen to all sorts of things. Such as the distant calls of students playing in the cold season, throwing snow balls and laughing; having fun. He could hear birds chriping, most likely hunting for what little food that was left from the previous season. He heard the rustles and vibrating grounds that would have been made by the various creatures that lived in the Forbidden Forest. Harry could hear it all, and feel the magic in the air around him.

He loved it.

Magic had always been his ally, and closest friend. Ever since hs came here back to Hogwarts, he felt the Magic in the air and how it would whisper and carress him gently. He felt the loving nature of Hogwarts always with him, and the Magic around her was always watching over him.

Yes, Magic was the only one he would ever truely come to love.

And he would make sure that Muggles would never find out about Magic. He promised Magic herself that he would always protect her and make sure that she would always be protected. And Hogwarts, being one of her many children, was also inculded. And with that promise made, Magic had become his ally and supporter no matter what the cost. And there was one great threat that would surely be the downfall and reason for extinction of Magic.

Muggles.

He depised Muggles from the moment the truth was presented to him and had sworn that they would pay for everything they had done Magic. Though Harry could care less about the Wizarding World and it's political views and aspects, he would never abandon Magic. It was because of Magic that the Wizarding World exists, and Harry would be damned if his home was destoryed by those filthy Mundanes.

Harry swore to Magic and Hogwarts that he would help and protect them with everything in his power.

Striking emerald eyes closed from the world, feeling the magic in the air slowly dancing around him, as if waiting. Harry sighed heavily when he smelled the familiar scent coming closer to him, but was not worried. He had been waiting for someone to come, and now, it was time.

"I can't sneak up on you, can I?"

Harry turned to meet an intense crimson gaze. These were the eyes he had come to know quite well, more than anyone else. He felt the magic and power behind the gaze adn immediately returned to the intensity with his own stare. His Avada Kadavra eyes met and leveled with crimson, challenging him. Neither would back down, and they knew they never would. For if either of them did, they would lose.

It was a game.

A game that neither would lose.

Harry smiled bitterly, not at all affected by the posessive glint in those red eyes. "No, you should know that I never let my guard down." Harry suddenly narrowed his eyes when he felt the magic around him shift, moving towards him in a somewhat discreet manner. If Harry hadn't been paying more attention, he wouldn't have noticed either. And at the contact, Harry flung his own magic around him like an unbreakable shield, throwing away the dark sense like it was nothing but an annoying fly.

Tom narrowed his red eyes as he gazed into those stunning emerald's that glowed with rage and defiance. Ever since they had met, Tom could not get pass him, he was always being challenged by the boy and seemed to be having trouble with finding ways of controlling him. He had power, unlimited and Tom wanted it, he desired it so much that he was down to his last option. As long as he had the boy was on his side, he could use him for any means. But it was more than just the power this boy had, so much more.

He wanted him. He wanted the boy to himself, claim him and never let him go. He desired him in more ways that Tom didn't even understand.

"What is it that you want Tom?" A pleasant shiver ran through Tom as he heard his name from those luscious lips. It cam as a surprise to Tom, since he despised his Muggle name with a passion, but when Harry said it, he would hear it over and over again.

"I want a lot of things," Tom smirked darkly, knowing he could get a rise out of the boy so easily. "But most all, I want you to be mine..."

And Tom always get what he wanted.

It was as if Harry could read through Tom Riddle, for he too gave him a dark grin and replied, "I can't wait to see you try and claim them."

I had to start a story of my own. I've become a HUGE Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter lover! I couldn't resist!

Let me know what you think!

-lostfeather1;)