Author Note:- Hey everyone! I am back with a new fic and this time it is none other than tomarry from HP series. I had been working on this idea for a long time and now finally it is seeing the light of the day. This takes place during Deathly Hallows.

Also, there would be Dramione and one-sided Harrymort in the fic as well (towards the end). The main pairing is Tomarry, but it would be a slow burn.

Don't worry, I'll be continuing with my other projects as well. And I'll be updating this fic every two weeks or so. :)

Warning:- Slight mentions of blood and violence.

Chapter one:- Danger in the Forest

Harry Potter was walking through a dense forest, not unlike the Forbidden Forest in terms of its size and thickness but most likely not filled with dangerous creatures the way Forbidden Forest was. Or at least, Harry hoped so.

But he knew he was wrong. As much as he tried to, he couldn't ignore the growing chill in the air, the mist that became denser with every step that he took and the fact that he was becoming depressed and remembering his worst memories more and more clearly as he walked further deep into the forest.

Dementors. He knew they were lurking somewhere close to him. It was only a question of when they would finally attack. Harry firmly grasped his wand in his hand and raised it a little higher. He was grateful for the fact that he was not wearing the locket today. The Horcrux had a negative effect on him and made it difficult for him to cast a Patronus charm.

Harry sighed and decided not to think about the dementors for the time being. He needed to concentrate on gathering some food for himself and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. The last of their food resources had finished up yesterday and now there wasn't even a scrap of food left in their tent.

Yes, they were living in a tent, right in the middle of a forest. Voldemort had conquered the wizarding world of Britain and Harry, Ron and Hermione were forced to go into hiding, or rather on a wild hunt for his Horcruxes. They had invaded the Ministry of Magic just a few weeks ago and had obtained the locket of Salazar Slytherin. But they weren't any close to getting rid of it.

Harry halted besides a tree and examined the berries on it. He wondered whether they would be edible or not. Hermione would probably know, he thought to himself and started plucking those berries.

Suddenly, he stopped. He could feel it. A force. Something powerful and magical. Coming ever so close to him by each second. Panicked, he dropped the berries and scanned the area around him.

He turned around just a moment too late. Harry saw a bright ball of light move at top speed towards him. It hit him hard, right in his chest. His wand slipped from his hand and Harry collapsed on the ground, completely unconscious.

He didn't knew what time it was when he was finally able to open his eyes and regain his senses. He scanned his surroundings. The skies had gone darker, which must mean that it was getting closer to nighttime now. Harry wondered how long he had been lying unconscious in this forest. His friends must be worried about him. He also wondered whatever that ball of light was, which had hit him so hard and made him faint.

"Lumos," he muttered, tapping his wand. The next second, almost the entire forest lit up. Harry couldn't believe it. He knew it was just a basic spell and he was good at it but he hadn't expected his wand to provide such a bright light, it was almost terrifyingly unnatural.

In the dizzyingly bright light of his wand, Harry noticed a bunch of dementors flying above him. But he was surprised when he realized that they weren't stopping for him. Instead, they were heading northwards, all of them. As though they had found their prey for the night.

The savior inside Harry couldn't just let him stand by and let the dementors do their thing. He decided to follow them.

They were gliding fast in the same direction, and Harry had to run hard to keep up. Soon, they came to a halt.

Harry saw a bunch of robes bundled on the ground a little ahead of him. On closer inspection, he realized that there was an actual living person inside those robes. What shocked him even more was the realization that they were Hogwarts' robes. A student from his school was lying helplessly on the ground and the dementors were preparing to devour his soul.

And sure enough, the next second the dementors swooped down from the skies. Hundreds of them by the looks of it, and started sucking the poor student's soul. Some of them even attacked Harry. He could see all of his worst memories pass right before his eyes. One of those dementors grabbed him by the neck with his cold, slimy and scabbed hands, and Harry found himself staring in the eyeless sockets of the dark creature. Harry felt nauseous the moment the creature's rattling, rotting breath hit his face. He knew he needed to act quick if he wanted to save himself and his schoolmate.

With as much energy as he could muster, he remembered the recent happy memories in his life. Bill and Fleur's wedding, him and his friends finding the locket, Kreacher finally becoming loyal towards them. But none of them were working. Every single happy memory was negated by several bad memories. Moody's death, Hedwig's death, Dumbledore's death, Sirius's death and several other deaths rose before his eyes. And then he remembered him, the reason behind all those deaths. The man himself. Lord Voldemort.

That's it, Harry decided. He was not going to be able to cast a patronus if he was thinking of Voldemort of all people. He could slowly feel the dementor suck out his soul and knew that there was no escape. He was simply not in the state to think of any happy memory that could save him.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the student on the ground shudder violently and grasp Harry's hand for support. The moment their skins touched, Harry felt things he'd never felt before. A sudden feeling of ecstasy, of power and belonging, of love but of a different kind which he hadn't experienced yet.

The happiness which he felt through the simple touch was enough to make him feel confident again that he would be able to cast the spell. He raised his wand high, summoning all of his happy memories and roared, "Expecto Patronum!"

A bright silver stag shot out of the end of his wand. Harry stared at it as it ran at a top speed and chased the dementors away. Harry wasn't sure but he felt as though his Patronus looked bigger and brighter than ever before as it scared the dementors who hastily retreated.

Once all the dementors were gone, the stag slowly dissolved in thin air, but Harry couldn't shake away the feeling that something about it had felt really different and more powerful this time.

He then turned towards the Hogwarts student lying on the ground beside him. Apart from suddenly grasping Harry's hand, the student hadn't made any move. Harry was certain that whoever it was, was unconscious. He peered at them a little more closely. They were lying face-down on the ground, so Harry gently held them by their shoulders and turned them around.

He could tell that it was a boy. However, he couldn't make out much of his features as they were all covered with a thick layer of blood. Whoever it was, had been seriously injured and was bleeding profusely.

Harry cursed. The boy needed immediate medical attention and Harry knew that he was no healer. He didn't knew any healing spells and wasn't even carrying the Essence of Dittany with him. He knew Hermione would be able to help the boy though.

So Harry used a levitating spell to gently lift the boy's body in the air and carried him all the way back to the tent. It took him some time to find his way around the forest and eventually reach the tent but he was driven by an urgency to help the unknown boy and so he managed to locate their tent faster.

He knocked at the door of their tent. The moment the door opened he found himself face-to-face with an anxious looking Hermione who literally screamed, "Where have you been Harry?! We were so worried and we searched all over the place but couldn't find you and-" she stopped mid-sentence as she stared at the injured boy in Harry's arms.

"Oh, was there a fight? Did someone attacked you?" she asked, sounding worried.

"Dementors. But that's not important. This boy needs immediate help. See if you can do something about it Hermione," Harry requested.

Together, he and Hermione carried the injured boy to a lone bed at the corner of the room. Hermione immediately left to fetch the Dittany.

"Well, look what we have got over here," Harry turned around to find Ron staring at him. "Don't you ever get bored of playing the hero?"

"Shut up Ron," Harry said in a tired voice. He noticed that Ron was wearing the Slytherin locket. It always affected him worse than it affected Harry or Hermione.

"I bloody hell won't shut up Harry!" Ron said angrily, "You had said that you would be bringing back food! And you bring back some injured bloke?"

"Listen to me Ron, we need to help him," Harry started, but Ron interrupted,

"No, you listen to me Harry. We are in the middle of a war. There are going to be casualties everywhere. You can't help all of them. What we need to concentrate on is our survival. And for that we need food," Ron barked.

"He is from Hogwarts dammit!" Harry shouted.

"Yes but he is wearing Slytherin robes! You might as well have brought an enemy into our tent," Ron retorted.

Harry felt stumped upon hearing that. He quickly scanned the injured boy's clothes and realized that they were indeed Slytherin house robes. He wondered whoever he had picked up. Was it Draco Malfoy? Or Crabbe? Goyle? Zabini? Most likely a Slytherin from another year. Not that it really mattered, because Harry was prepared to help any fellow Hogwarts student.

Ron must have noticed the surprised look on his face as he said, "You didn't even bothered to check his house, did you? How can you be so careless Harry?"

Harry was saved from the trouble of saying anything in response as at that precise moment Hermione reentered the room with her wand in one hand and Dittany in the other. She must have realized that he and Ron were arguing yet again because she just rolled her eyes at them and hurried towards the bed where the injured boy lay.

She applied a few drops of the Essence of Dittany on the injured boy's wounds, which started healing immediately. Then she did some complicated healing spells on the boy.

"There," she said after some time, "I did my best. Now all we can do is wait."

"And find something to eat," Ron complained. Hermione just shot him a disdainful look and left the room again.

Harry glanced at the boy. His face was still covered in blood and bruises. Harry summoned a wet piece of cloth and went near the boy. He slowly and gently started wiping the blood off his face.

As he rubbed, he started to realize that the boy looked really handsome. He had dark hair, high cheekbones and a prominent chin. Harry felt that he and the boy looked slightly similar.

But it wasn't until he had fully rubbed the blood from the boy's face that he gasped in shock. He was staring into a face that had haunted him almost as much as its older version. He was staring into the face of his one and only arch-nemesis. The person lying on the bed was none other than Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Author Note:- Hope you liked and enjoyed the chapter. Please review! :)