Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, the world of Harry Potter is not mine, they belong to J. K. Rowling.

Warnings: Language, Yaoi / Slash, OOC, Mpreg, Time Travel

Rating: NC-17

After being for a week in the orphanage Harry had to confess that Tom Riddle wasn't such a bad person after all. They shared a room upstairs and had more fun then either has ever had. Harry would have never thought he would enjoy the company of the future Dark Lord, but here he was, laughing his arse off in the middle of the night, because Tom had told him some bizarre joke that made no sense but was funny anyway.

The other children in the orphanage weren't as social as Tom was, but it didn't really bother Harry. All of the other children were much younger than he so he was only glad he came along with Tom, even though he knew what he would become. He was actually hopeful to change it if he was to stay in the past. After the week he was already feeling torn between wanting to go back and staying. Harry of course knew Tom Riddle was good looking and charming, but he had had no idea just how charming the boy could be. It was scaring him a little actually. He wasn't sure if it was a right thing to do, to fall for someone who was to become an evil Dark Lord. He kept this to himself, of course, but felt a little lonely by doing so.

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One day Harry climbed on the bed next to Tom and asked unnecessarily:

"What school do you go to, Tom?"

The other boy was quiet for a while and then looked at him with a frown.

"A boarding school", was the short answer and Harry smiled. He lay down on the soft bed and stared at Tom with his bright green eyes.

"You know, I could ask the other children. And I want to be in the same school as you", he whispered and continued the staring knowing it would make the other nervous and less careful with his words. As suspected, Tom started squirming under the stare and tried to keep his eyes from Harry's. Then he sighed in annoyance and said with a growl:

"I go to a boarding school named Hogwarts. You can't come there."

"You can't know that, Tom. Tell me more, please."

Tom snorted and lay on his side towering over the smaller boy.

"I know you can't come there, Harry. You don't have the required abilities", he said in a very annoyed voice and Harry's stare became sad. He didn't want Tom to lose his temper just because he kept going on with the questions, but he had to. He wasn't supposed to know that Tom was a wizard, so he had to make Tom realize he was a wizard too. Sadly, it seemed to be a lot harder than thought.

"How can you know? You haven't known me for that long and don't know what abilities I have", he tried to argue, but Tom just laughed bitterly.

"I know you don't have this ability, little one."

iAll right, now we'll know just how good I'm at acting/i, Harry thought and summoned a hurt look on his face and into his eyes. Then he rolled off the bed and stood in the middle of the room with tears in his eyes. Tom looked at him startled and had a clearly confused look on his face.

"How can you say that, Tom?! As if I'm not good enough to know what you are doing. Or to know who you ireally/i are! Is it that? I'm not good enough, or smart enough? If that's the reason, then I don't think we should hang out together", he screamed and let the crocodile tears fall down his cheeks.

"Harry… It's not that", Tom tried to say desperately, but Harry only shook his head and whispered dramatically:

"You don't want to really know me, do you? And you don't want me to know you. You don't care for me at all!"

The Gryffindor knew he was getting rather far away from the point, but he thought it might actually help. He was acting rather hysterical. The other boy stood up and reached his arms towards him, but he only turned his back to Tom.

"Of course I want to know you, little one! I've never had this much fun with anyone. I just can't tell you", he said with a soothing voice, but Harry sniffed and said:

"So you don't trust me. Even better!"

Two strong arms wound around him and he blinked his eyes in surprise. He hadn't expected this to happen. Tom's warm breath was on his neck and it made him shiver.

"As you said, I don't know you. I don't know if I can trust you. You hardly ever tell me anything, so why should I?" the taller boy whispered in Harry's ear making him shiver again.

"I'm not telling you things because I can't remember them", he muttered and tried to wiggle his way out of the embrace, but Tom held him tightly. He was starting to feel hot and felt the blood rush down. He really couldn't afford a hard-on while in a tight embrace having a serious discussion with the boy holding him in the tight embrace. "Could you let me go, Tom? I'm still hurt."

"No, I can't. You'll run if I let you go and I don't want you to run away from me. I want to keep you close."

"Then tell me about your school. I'm really hurt by the fact that you don't trust me enough to tell me such a small thing."

Harry heard a long sigh from next to his ear and he shivered again. Didn't Tom feel the shivers or didn't he care? Probably the last one…

"It's not a small thing. You'd run if I tell you. You'll be scared of me and go away", came the sad whisper and Harry's heart melted at the voice. He blinked his eyes and sighed himself. Maybe a small lie was allowed in such a situation.

"I saw your wand, Tom. I just wanted for you to tell me on your own. Maybe I was mistaken; maybe you're not the nice person I thought you were…"

Harry felt Tom stiffen and then he was released. He turned around to see the other eying him suspiciously. Suddenly there was a huge hole between them.

"Who are you?" Tom asked with a low voice and Harry sighed again.

"I'm still Harry. I'm a wizard, too. You can trust me."

The look of suspicion didn't disappear and Harry started to fear he had lost the trust they had built between them.

"And you say I'm the one who doesn't trust?"

"You never asked! I asked and you still didn't tell me anything. I would have told you if you had asked me", Harry told the thick headed boy in front of him. "Look, I have trouble in trust, too, but I still trust you enough."

"Well, you had the advantage of seeing my wand. I haven't seen yours!" Tom shouted angrily and the glass on the table broke. With a shudder Harry closed his eyes and tried to keep the fear away. For a moment he thought he had seen a red glint in Tom's blue eyes and it was more than enough to make him think of Voldemort and everything bad that had happened. He heard his name being called but he ignored it. The only thing that mattered was to be safe.

"Harry! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you and lose my temper. I was only so annoyed that you'd try to play a game with me."

He opened his eyes to see Tom standing close to him, but not touching. He shuddered and sat down on his bed.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

The whisper made him look up into the blue eyes. He managed a weak smile on his face and Tom sat carefully down beside him. When one strong arm came around his shoulders Harry leaned on the taller boy and let the warmth comfort him.

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"Another one of your kind?!"

The scream made Harry wince and lean closer to Tom who just stared at the rat like woman. The boys didn't say anything while she raged on and on how they were good for nothing and dangerous when let near others and how they all should be rotten away. When she was finished with her screaming she calmly asked if Harry had already had any education in magic to which Harry could only nod.

"Good. Then I don't have to pay too much for your education. That must mean you have a wand, doesn't it? Good, then I only have to pay for the books", she said in a monotone voice dismissing the boys after that.

"She's scary", Harry muttered when they were in their room again and Tom grinned broadly. He let himself fall on Harry's bed and ignored the protests that followed.

"She only screams. She never does anything. When she's ready with her screaming she is Calm herself. Nothing can shatter it in a while again", the Slytherin told him and laughed a little. "It's nice to have you with me in Hogwarts. Then I don't have to feel so lonely and miss you."

Harry smiled fondly and lay down beside Tom. Yes, he was happy, too. It was a good feeling, like when he was with his friends. Sorrow flooded in him with that thought. He missed his friends so much that it was nearly painful. He was sure there was no way to get back to his time. He wondered if his friends missed him or even knew what had happened to him. They probably didn't know what had happened. How could they when he didn't know it either.

A light touch made him turn his eyes to Tom who was looking at him worriedly. He smiled at him and closed his eyes. He was afraid to feel home there beside Tom. He was afraid to feel good and safe. For it might all be torn apart again.

"Harry?"

He smiled more broadly and muttered:

"I'm trying to sleep, Tommy. Don't worry about me."

Tom's strong arms took hold of him and he was pulled closer to the warm body beside him. He kept on smiling and snuggled closer feeling sleepy all of a sudden. Maybe it would be a good idea to fall asleep in Tom's arms. It was safe there and he wouldn't get hurt. With these thoughts Harry drifted into a dream full of meadows and colourful flowers.

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