YES THIS CHAPTER IS REWRITTEN.
disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter.
A/N nothing much... hope you review.

Chapter Two:

Maybe. If you can, give me a chance?

There is one pain I often feel which you will never know because it is caused by the absence of you.

The Dark Lord winced as Harry let out a gut ripping scream. Damn this boy is loud! Thinking quickly he stood and placed his hands out to show he meant no harm.

"Can you shut your trap!" Tom snarled, red eyes glaring threateningly.

Said boy stopped screaming, eyes wide as he backed away from the man. He quickly stood atop of the bed with a pillow held above his head as a weapon. Harry was breathing hard when Tom began to snort, soon that snort turned to full blown laughter. The boy bristled and gripped the pillow further.

"Don't you dare come any closer, Voldemort!" Harry shouted, his wild hair fallen on his face, fragile body shaking with tremors. The Dark Lord clutched at his sides, his laughter not high pitched, but a deep rumble. Even though he was Harry's enemy the poor boy couldn't help but shiver in delight. For that Harry was seriously having a hard time not jumping out the window to his left, not because it was Voldemort standing there.

Tom started to gain control, but abruptly burst out again crumpling to the floor in his fit when he saw Harry still with the pillow; as if it would save him from a AK. Nagini rolled her eyes(or as best she could, being a snake and all that) and whacked her master upside the head with her tail.

Oh, quiet down! You're scaring him! Nagini turned to Harry and smiled sweetly, Don't worry dear, he just goes a bit insane when someone so adorable as yourself is present. Nagini was secretly pleased when she saw Harry's cheeks redden, the pillow slowly being lowered. The snake poked her nose against his sides, and he couldn't help but squeal in fright. You're far too thin! But we'll fix that don't you worry, angel.

"You overgrown reptile-" Tom began.

Don't you dare talk to me that way young man! Harry marveled at how the greatest Dark Lord in history seemed to cower a bit at the reared snake, who surprisingly had a very big motherly streak. With that he giggled, green eyes lit up.

Tom and Nagini whipped their heads back to stare at the beautiful boy laughing, he resembled an angel as the cutest giggles left him. Tom stared fascinated by the boy's arousing action; Nagini caught this and snickered. Opting this was her moment to slither out.

The man glanced between his snake and Harry. Feeling as if he was betrayed by the familiar when the snake's tail finally disappeared behind the door. Harry had calmed down enough to sit on the bed holding the pillow to his chest as comfort. Tom stood rigidly for a few seconds before turning his composed face back to the stilled teen.

Running large hands through his hair he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. I am going to need a little boost for the upcoming conversation. Harry raised both eyebrows at how…muggle the Dark Lord looked lighting up a cigarette between his lips.

"Harry, I do not-"

"Don't call me that!" the boy snarled. Tom took a drag looking at the boy in front of him with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. Shrugging his shoulders he continued,

"As I was saying." Here he shot a glare at the smaller boy who only narrowed his eyes. "I do not want you to fear me, Potter. I hope you can understand that I wish to not fight each other anymore. I have realized my mistake of trying to kill off every muggle, but I can't help blame the stupidity of doing that just on myself. But I assure you I am cured now and have set my goals straight again."

Harry took shaky breaths and tightened his grip on the pillow. Throat becoming awfully dry. He had left the magical world his sixth year at Hogwarts when he had found out the lies he had been told, so he hadn't been made aware of the changes of the war since the past three years. Lifting weary eyes to a handsome Voldemort he whispered,

"Why?"

Tom once again sat on the bed and looked pensive as he blew out some smoke finally he tilted his head towards Harry. Hair falling into his eyes, he gave the boy a smirk. "It's stupid enough- not to mention degrading- to fight a mere child." The man noticed how the said child seemed to release a small breath. "You made me realize that a small child should not be fighting with a full grown wizard, only to save an entire nation because an old man is too afraid of fighting his own battles." snarling Tom took another drag of the cig, Harry marveled at the wizard in front of him for voicing his very own thoughts. "I now seem to be inclined to protect you, Nagini would have my head otherwise." Tom was really, really trying to avoid mentioning them being mates, so he did not even hint about anything close to that matter.

The young boy was staring at the older wizard with glassy eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was not true, none of it was. It was all a lie. All another lie to get him to fight in this war. With anger he lashed out,

"SHUT UP! Don't tell me that, as if we're friends!"

Tom narrowed his eyes and stood abruptly, banishing the cigarette. He was getting annoyed. He was trying to make the brat understand for goodness sake!

"At least I appreciate you more than your so called friends!" instantly he regretted the statement. Big round green eye's looked up at him with sadness one could not explain. Tom gulped as huge tears started to drip down soft cheeks. Oh..no no no no.

"Who...who told you?" Harry's voice had grown small, eyes lowered to the bed. It was true; all his friends were apparently fake, only paid to lead him in the right direction for the war. "Maybe this is for the best. You should kill me; it's what they wanted in the end."

Tom felt anger boil up in his core. He could see the tears dropping down onto Harry's clenched fists; he couldn't see this image anymore. His Harry was stronger than this. When did Harry become his? Never really being good at comforting people he knelt next to the boy, taking the face in his hands he brushed away the tears.

"Listen to me. I can promise that I will never willingly hurt you. Those lowly scum ex friend's of your are only jealous that you are outstandingly beautiful. You are more important than any of them will ever be."

Harry's heart was ready to rip out of his rib cage as he looked into red eyes trying to find deception, but finding none he collapsed into Tom's arms and sobbed. Shocked by the boys action he slowly wrapped his arms around the small wizard, holding him close to his chest. This was the first time in Tom's life he had ever let anyone show this much emotion in his presence. And he was okay with that. But what he hated was how Harry's wracking sobs echoed in the room, he was going to make them pay.

After some time he whispered in the boy's ear, pleased to feel him shiver in his arms. "I hope you know you are welcomed here. The Riddle Manor is now your home, if you wish."

Harry stayed nestled against the Dark Lord for a few moments. Finally he nodded and wiped away the last of his tears shooting Tom a small grin.

"Thank you…uh Voldemort."

Tom chuckled deeply at the way the boy blushed and sniffed with embarrassed eyes.

"You may call me Tom." Harry looked at him through his lashes with a small smile. The Dark Lord found that look very attractive, the submissiveness made his blood boil to have the boy in front of him. On his knees...Stop this idiotic nonsense! You are the Dark Lord, you're 72 years old for Merlin's sake! Gaining control of his inner battle the tall man glanced down at the boy with an aloof expression. "Well, it is late. You should sleep. Tibby!" the house elf popped in and bowed.

"Master called Tibby?"

Tom gestured towards Harry. Eyeing the yawning minx. "You will attend to every need of Mr. Potter. Also bring my silk pajamas for him." The elf bowed once again and popped away. Tom locked his jaw; the need to ravish those plump lips was rising higher as the boy blinked up at him tiredly, glistening lips parted. The bond is getting stronger, should have known, we've been apart for so long this was bound to happen. "Bathroom is just across from you. Good night Mr. Potter." Just as the man walked out the boy said,

"It's Harry. G' Night."

The next evening Harry was wandering around the manor in boredom as he waited for the Malfoy's. Tom, on the other hand, was busy talking with a couple of his Inner Circle buddies about something to do with Vampires. Harry didn't know, and didn't care. Being in the care of the greatest Dark Wizard alive was actually very comfy and entertaining. The man himself was charming, witty, chivalrous, elegant, downright handsome, and especially evil. Evil in a way Harry couldn't help but shiver and giggle at the same time. He felt safe and protected around the man. Harry giggled as he thought about how Tom always had something flirtatious to say to him, it made Harry blush and duck his head, butterflies in his stomach.

"What are you thinking about?" a deep voice drawled from behind him. Harry grinned before he even turned to face the lean man. Said man raised a brow at the delicate beauty in front of him, who refused to meet his eyes.

"Oh nothing," Harry said as he placed a strand of hair behind his ear.

Tom joined his hands behind his back, in a contemplating manner, "Hmmm, well I came to see if you hadn't burned down my house yet, you little demon."

"OI!" Harry said, a frown on his lips. He knew the blush sporting his face reached to his roots as Tom grinned down at him. Okay that comment didn't help the charming part, but we always have our little banters. But as he gazed at Tom's smiling face he couldn't help but think, The Dark Lord has dimples, isn't that the cutest!

"Just making sure, " Tom said sweeping hair out of his face once again, only for it to fall into his eyes. Smirking, he grabbed the young boy's hand and lead him to the waiting room.

"Lucius and Draco shouldn't be long now."

Harry felt he was a right mess by the way the taller man was acting with him. The way Tom would look at him; make him melt, like ice under the sun. There was intense passion and possessiveness, also something else he couldn't quite unravel beneath the cold appearance. Suddenly a flash of green and the Malfoy's walked out of the floo. Both bowed and greeted their Lord with a flourish. Harry noticed Tom's face draw a blank, replaced with uncaring features; Harry pursed his lips, sure he felt special the Dark Lord showed some emotion around him, but it wasn't healthy to be this bottled up.

"Hello Harry!" Draco and Harry both embraced each other like long lost brothers, "I've missed you so much!"

"I have too!" Harry said as he once again embraced his best friend. as they parted he exclaimed, "Drake you look fantastic!" Draco smirked and flipped his short hair,

"Don't I always?" Harry chuckled at his friends antic's, while the blonde noticed chilling glares sent to him by his Lord. Interesting, very interesting. I must question Harry later, Draco thought. Lucius was standing by the floo quite aware of the glares his son was receiving from a very jealous Dark Lord. Not the position one wishes their son to be in.

"Come along children, let's get going. The mall will be packed shortly." The elder Malfoy said as he ushered them away, bowing to Tom he stepped in, followed by his son who looked between Voldemort and Harry only to giggle. The dark haired boy stepped into the fireplace but just as Harry was about to go he asked,

"Aren't you coming Tom?"

Said man looked into round eyes and smirked,

"Sadly I don't have time to waste with little children. I have a meeting with the Vampire Nation's leader in about half an hour."

Harry scrunched up his nose in annoyance, "Whatever." Stepping into the fireplace Harry grinned at Tom and threw in the floo powder casting him away.

A/N
SO I made some changes, Tom isn't as "love" crazy with Harry as he used to be, neither is Harry. It slows down the story to a more practical rate.