Author's Note:

" What bizarre contingencies we seem to be in. I'm sure you'd agree, Tom? For it is not often that one's enemy turns itself to wonder... Wonder at the validity of these so called principles we've been exposed to up until momentarily. "

Prompt:
" There's the AU one where Harry recieves the Diary rather than Ginny. "

Pairing:
" One Harry James Potter, bequeathed to a one Tom Marvolo Riddle. "
" One Lucius Malfoy, in an affair with his son: a one Draco Malfoy. "

Reason:
" Why not? That's a good reason for almost everything - a bit used, perhaps, but still quite serviceable.*"

Credits:
" * = Phantom Tollbooth, Norton Juster. " " Harry Potter ( series ), J. K. Rowling. " " Our own minds, though slightly irrational, Reality. "
x Inuko, posing as Riddle [ http : / www. inuko913 . deviantart . com ]
x Gothikalea, posing as Potter [ http : / www . lydiaeldafreya . deviantart . com ]

Edit: Repost + Tom's POV. Sorry guys; I keep screwing up with this. Anyway from now on each chapter will be Harry's POV + Tom's POV afterwards. Last time I uploaded just Harry's POV and it wouldn't work if I put Tom's POV in the next chapter...Sorry again! ( xD But in any case you have an extra paragraph at the end you haven't read anyway. ) I also edited some of the spacing problems.

Posted with Permission from Inuko ( and I'm on the other end of the deal, so I don't really need permission from myself, but before you get angry, yes, I have asked myself about whether or not I am allowed to post this. ). This will be Slash, meaning that there will be Homosexual pairings. Don't like...Don't read. Not only this, but I do not have a Beta as this is a roleplay. If you see any mistakes, feel free to point them out. I will also not be updating this with every single thing we say as that would be quite tedious and I see no valid reason to. However, if you would like to track this story's progress, here is the URL:

http : / www . gaiaonline . com / forum / invitation-only-rp / t.72636011

" Let us commence. "

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Potter's location of unconsciousness had now been moved to one of the Malfoy Manor's many sitting rooms, with an irritated Father Malfoy, confused Mother Malfoy, and an ecstatic Son Malfoy. Just as Lucius had thought, he'd given in to his son - again - and he hoped that it wouldn't become a habit, because he did not want his son to grow up spoiled. ( Unfortunately for Lucius, it was a tad bit too late by now, but in any case... )
Narcissa had been quite accomodating to the new addition to their family despite her baffled countenance upon learning the boy's identity. She was, after all, the one who'd called a house elf to cover the boy with a blanket. After this, she promptly sent a scowl towards Father Malfoy, and Lucius, wincing, didn't even have to use Legilimency to know that Narcissa wanted to talk with him. Now.
He decided to obey her invisible daggers and they left the elaborately decorated room to enter another elaborately decorated room, providing an excuse about something irrelvant to Son Malfoy ( not that Draco needed it because he was much too busy poking Potter in awkward places and attempting to wake him up to listen to his parents ).

In the other room, after Narcissa hissed at Lucius after putting a silence ward up, her hands on her hips with a deathly glare and everything.

"Explain."

Lucius gulped. "Well, we found him - Potter, that is - in the alleyway - well, Draco did, I didn't - and -"

"No, no, no, not about that," Narcissa huffed, waving her hand impatiently. "We'll get to that later. What I'm worried about right now..." She narrowed her eyes dangerously, her magical aura itself threatening to choke her husband. "There were condoms, Lucius. Used condoms. What were Used Condoms doing in the pocket of your robes, which were in our Dear Innocent Darling Draco's room?"

Dear Lucius's face paled quite considerably and he was quiet for a few seconds, assessing the percentage chance of him being able to address this issue without being hexed, or, even worse, Crucio'd.

...The final answer came out to zero percent chance, and he immediately began glancing around for possible exits.

"Umm... Uhh, Narcissa... This is going to be hard to accept... "

xxx

Poking the mysterious boy in the nipples didn't work, Draco decided, after he'd done it the fifth time. He then proceeded to open the unconscious boy's jaw, then peer into Potter's mouth, hoping this would have some effect. Obviously, it didn't, so he decided to poke Harry's body in the areas that his father liked to poke him at night. At first when his father had done that to him, it'd felt weird, but he'd accepted it after a while and now it always felt pleasurable, so maybe his new pet would find it enjoyable and wake up!

Draco frowned. That meant that he'd have to remove his pet's clothes, and he wasn't sure about that. But his father did it to him so surely it was okay to do to his pet! With this thought, his demeanor lightened and he began to set out to his task, clasping his little manicured fingers around the cold button on Harry's jeans. Which made him wonder why his pet was wearing distasteful muggle clothing. Surely he wasn't a muggle? Draco wrinkled his nose in distaste as he took ahold of the zipper and pulled it down. He really really didn't want a muggle pet. If it ended up being a muggle then Draco decided that he'd just kick it back outside where it belonged. Hopefully it wasn't, though, because he liked it and it was really pretty.

"YOU WHAT?"

Draco immediately snapped his head towards the ear-splitting screech. Its high-pitch clued him onto the suggestion that it was Mother Malfoy, and this thesis was proven true when she slammed open the door, her face flushed and her normally groomed silvery strands sticking out in ire. It would quite a funny picture, actually, if the anger hadn't been directed at him, Lucius decided.

"DRACO, WE ARE MOVING. Pack up NOW. My lousy, worthless, pedophilic, waste of space husband, soon to be ex, obviously does not have the capability of taking care of us. I'm filing for divorce; I can't believe he would ever do such a thing to you, I'm so sorry, you must be traumatized, that's why you didn't tell your Mommy - Come on, darling, let's pack up." She pulled at the boy's hand, oblivious to the state of undress Potter was now in, attempting to get Draco to stand up.

Draco pouted, confused and scared, tears welling in his eyes, pulling away from his mom. "But I don't wannnna leave Daddy!"

"I know you don't, Draco. I don't, either - no, scratch that, I want to burn him, torture him, and to top it all off, dismember him in that area for ever even thinking of touching you, I have no idea what he was thinking, he must be out of his mind, not that he ever had one, but anyway honey, we have to go-"

"Whhhy?" Tears began streaming down the small blonde's face. "I don't wannna! I wanna stay with Mommy and Daddy!"

Lucius frowned at this, knowing how much it was hurting his son. "Let's not be hasty, Narcissa-"

The woman reeled on him, anger clearly on her features, and Lucius took a step back in apprehension. "YOU! You disgusting, you, you! I have half a mind to Avada Kedavra you on the spot, right now, if I wouldn't be put in Azkaban for it!"

At this, Draco began wailing. He didn't want anyone to die. "I-Is this because of my pet, Mommy? If it's because of my p-pet then don't blame Daddy, it's my fault! Please don't kill Daddy! I'll let my pet go if you want!"

Narcissa's features softened at this, her nature to always give in to her son. She knelt down, running her fingers through her son's hair comfortingly. "No, dear Draco, it's not your pet. We can take your pet with you, if you want. But you see - my" - she sent a glare Lucius's way to indicate this wasn't over yet - "husband can't be trusted with you. Raping little children...His own son!"

Draco didn't know what 'raping' meant. He guessed that it was a bad thing because his mommy didn't seem to like it. He'd ask his father later. "But I like Daddy! He gives me presents and teaches me stuff...like magic...and flying...and... and he makes me feel good at night!"

Narcissa sputtered at this, shocked into silence. After a minute or two, she finally said, with a slight tremble in her voice,
"He makes you feel...g..good?"

Draco nodded, then frowned, not understanding. "Is it ...bad to feel good? Should I stop feeling good?"

"N..No. Of course it's not...bad...If that's how it is..." Narcissa grimaced, finding herself at a lack of words. She couldn't very well deny her son something that he enjoyed... "I...I suppose that we could stay. But still, you shouldn't have ever done such a thing, especially at such a young age," she growled at Lucius, indicating that this was in noway over.

Lucius swallowed, seriously fearing for his safety, but he'd take what he could get for now.

Now, all that there was left was the boy lying on the floor, still oblivious.

xxx

Harry groaned, bright light streaming through his window directly in his eyes. He reached around the emerald bed, taking one of the many silk pillows and plopping it in front of his face to block the sunlight so he could get back to sleep.

And then promptly sitting up, wincing from his back cracking, but ignoring it to take in everything wildly around him, attempting to determine where in the seven layers of Hell he was.

"So you're awake!" An unfamiliar voice sounded out to him, and Harry's head instantly snapped towards its source - a stranger. A good-looking blonde stranger, but nonetheless, a stranger.

Which was stranger, Harry wondered - that there was a Stranger in his midst? Or that he was strangely not feeling strangled in this Stranger's midst, contrary to how he felt around his relatives? Ah, but what is strange rather than an abnormality which would, of course, suggest that normality existed, and since the definition of normal was "conforming to the standard or the common type; usual; not abnormal; regular; natural," normality didn't exist, as who decided what standard was? Probably society, and society was arbritrary to -

"Harry?"

Harry snapped back to reality and frowned slightly at the other boy, who he now realized was around his age. "How do you know my name?" he asked, curiously.

"Everrryone knows your name. You are Harry Potter, after all, right?" Draco frowned, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong Harry Potter. "You know, the Harry Potter? The Boy-Who-Lived?"

"Umm... I'm Harry Potter, but...I'm not so sure about the Boy-Who-Lived part..." Harry frowned. "I'm not 'The' anything, really. Well, I am something, but to be anything would mean that I could be any thing at all, which I'm not, because I'm only a single thing, and I doubt that I could be more than one at once. So I suppose that I'd be something, rather than anything. How complex the English language is."

Draco frowned at him, clearly not able to follow his train of thought, and still confused as to whether or not Harry Potter was The Harry Potter. He decided to ask his father about it later. Father always knew everything.
"Umm... Okay. Anyway, since you're my pet, I get to give you treats and stuff! I was gonna make you feel good but Mommy said that was something that I could only do with Daddy. I'm not so sure why because I think that everyoneshould feel good, but Mommy said that it was an "intimate" thing and only for adults. Which means that I'm an adult now!"

Harry simply stared at the blonde.

Draco then blushed. "Oops! I wasn't supposed to tell you that, because Mommy said I'm not supposed to tell anyone...So you can't tell anyone either, okay! It's a secret! Top secret. Anyway! I'll give you your first treat now as a gift for waking up, although it took you waaayyy too long, but it's okay because it's your first day being my pet." He handed Harry a black, tattered notebook, and Harry looked at it curiously, opening it and flipping through the pages. It was obviously a Diary, he decided, but it was blank. Was he supposed to write in it? And what had happened after he'd fallen asleep?

"Okay! Here's a quill and some ink, write your name in it so no one else takes it, okay?"

Harry frowned at the quill and ink, not understanding what he was supposed to do with it. Who in their bloody right mind wrote with quills and inks nowadays?

Draco asked indignantly, "Don't you know how to write?"

At this, Harry took the quill, and dipped it in ink - way too much ink, he soon realized, as when he lifted the quill to write on the coarse parchment, huge blots of ink were dripped everywhere.

Draco huffed angrily. "You really don't know how to use a quill, do you?"

Harry ignored this and wrote his name, Harry James Potter, in big letters on the page. And then, after a second thought, he added "This Diary is Property of" above his name.

Draco inspected Harry's handwriting and nodded, somewhat satisfied with it - although not really. "I'll give you my second gift after you talk to Daddy, okay? And I'll teach you how to write properly with a quill too. He said that he wants to talk to you as soon as you wake up." Draco looked nervously around the room. "But hide the notebook okay? It's a magical notebook, not a muggle notebook, so you need to take good care of it! Don't tell Daddy, but I stole it from his rooms. He doesn't use it anyway. Oh yeah! My name's Draco! Draco Malfoy. Did you know that Malfoy's one of the most important Pureblood families?" The last sentence was marked with a smug expression.
"Anyway you need to go talk to my daddy now. He told me to tell you that he'll explain everything."

Harry was still disoriented, and he became even more confused when Draco had began to throw concepts like Magic and Muggle and Pureblood at him, but decided to "go with the flow" and talk to Mr. Malfoy.

...Well, it wasn't like he had much choice in the matter anyway.

xxx

Suddenly Tom felt something: black ink and a tip of a quill gliding over a page. He grinned wickedly as he watched letters being written into a name, a name that he wouldn't forget. "After so many years, someone to posess," Tom spat wildly, absorbing the ink to manipulate it into his own words to respond to the writer... to Harry James Potter. Before he could even write back, his diary was shut and Tom was encased in Darkness again; he glared into the emptiness surrounding him once more. "I'll have to wait...oh how I loathe waiting now," he cursed at nothing, hating the thought of waiting; it was pure torture.