Disclaimer : You recognize the character in this fic? Then they aren't mine. They won't be that popular if they are mine. (Yes, I know I sound so depressed, but that's the fact. Whatever I made never become that successful)

Warning : OOC, OOC, and more OOCness. Don't blame me if you are seeing OOCness. I have warned you. And there's more mind control in this fic than I normally would feel comfortable with. Oh, and some de-aging.

Rating : For now, T. But – (there's always but) – I feel some M stuff coming. So I may change the rating. Don't know for sure though.

I had fixed some stupid mistakes from earlier chapters. You may want to read the previous chapters again to understand better. Sorry that I made mistakes, but I'm very disappointed by this story's lack of popularity.

I only continue this because there's somebody kind enough to review. I don't really remember, they had done it so long ago that I don't remember anymore! It was one or two people I think, but you readers really owe it to them! I won't continue updating if there isn't anyone that review, because it means that there isn't anybody that cares about this story other than myself. Why must I update if only I really care about this story, even though I've written ahead? I don't think I need to. Well, that's my rant. Continue on to the story!


"Harry?" Tom asked hesitantly. His fiancé was sitting in front of him and watching him eating. His piercing green eyes didn't become soft or less sharp at all when it was focusing on Tom's eyes.

"Yes, Tom?" Harry asked sweetly, his eyes looking pained. Tom was reminded by the fact that the man was hesitant to act around him because he didn't remember anything. He was young and wasn't as handsome as Harry and he was a squib and he was worthless compared to Harry and he needed to please Harry to make him want Tom by his side-

"Tom, what's the matter?" Harry's voice came, breaking his thought. Tom shook his head resolutely. He had to learn more about this magic thing – to please Harry – and he also had to be a proper fiancé to Harry; be more considerate and affectionate with Harry, and while he was thinking about it, what of their…physical intimateness?

So Tom fiddled with his hands and looked around, then noticed something that could be the ice-breaking topic between him and the wizard.

"…Harry? Why am I wearing this-" Tom looked at the cloth he was clutching, hesitating to call it a 'rag'. He was pretty certain it was rags, but to call it by that name to Harry's face wasn't polite or courteous at all. And there was surely a reason that he was wearing this with nothing underneath it. Harry wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable, after all.

"What, Tom? Is there a problem?" Harry asked softly. When Tom looked back to his face, he saw nothing but sincere concern and innocent puzzled expression. He smiled shyly at Harry, and gestured to his attire, oddly timid talking about this to his fiancé. Maybe because he wasn't used to talk about himself to Harry? Something must be done about that, he decided to himself. He should be more open to his fiancé, especially if he wasn't before. Maybe Harry will see him feeling remorse of Harry's parents' death and like him more.

But back to the problem. He didn't think about the awkwardness of talking his…naked state with Harry, his fiancé. Should he bring it up? But no, he had just decided to become more honest, now wasn't the time to have qualms.

"H-Harry," and now he stuttered, "I am practically naked." There, that wasn't so hard, was it?

But Harry still looked puzzled, and Tom could see where this was heading : more awkward moments for Tom. "But you're wearing a robe like me, Tom. You're not naked."

If he were any other people, Tom thought, he would close his eyes and took a deep breath. But that was too emotional for his liking and Harry will see Tom wasn't patient enough for him. He had said practically, and not literally. But he can trust Harry to be honest with him, and Harry wouldn't deliberately embarrass Tom.

"Do you wear anything beneath your robe, Harry?" he asked with interest. It wouldn't be so bad if Harry did too…

"Of course." Or not.

"But I am not!" Finally we were getting somewhere! Tom thought victoriously. And he had the perfect excuse to bring his…state up!

Harry gave a heavy sigh. Bad sign.

"Tom," Harry started seriously. "You're wearing that robe, because it was needed for you to do it. I won't harm you or deliberately tried to, you know that, right?"

Tom nodded. But that didn't mean he wouldn't protest about how unfair it was. "But-"

"Okay. I'll explain it to you." Harry cut him off. Tom was quite certain Harry added "again" under his breath.

"Long time ago, every wizards and witches were required to wear robes like you do. It's the traditional way. But then muggleborn wizards and witches came into our world, taught our way and given place between us, and they were horrified they must leave all their tradition behind. They started to bring their own tradition – muggle tradition – like wearing underclothes. For a long time, we were content to let them, because we thought they weren't doing anything bad. They only want to feel comfortable. But we started following some of their tradition, and as time goes on, the old ways started to be forgotten behind."

"But some of us remembered the old ways, they didn't like how the old was forgotten slowly. So they made an agreement with magic, an agreement that consist of equal exchange. While they'll go with the mass because they need to, but if there's anybody among us who was born without magic like a muggle – namely squib – then they must be sure to follow the old ways."

Tom stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Harry. "Are you sure that's it? I…I don't get it. Where in it is the equal exchange? It isn't equal at all!"

Harry shook his head, seemingly showing despair. "I know what you mean, but it doesn't mean they didn't make the agreement. Personally, I think they just strive to make the squib suffer. After all, in that time squib is known as abomination. Although I don't know either why they think it will make them suffer. I think it's an honor."

"Honor? But how can you say it's honor?" Tom winced at the aggressive tone he used. Harry was trying to make him feel better by telling him an important part of the story and he sounded like he was accusing Harry on making this up! He looked guiltily at Harry from beneath his eyelashes.

When he met the misery in Harry's eyes, he flinched more. Harry looked so…so gloomy!

Harry turned away from him and didn't look in his eyes again when he answered. "I think they want the squib to suffer because they themselves didn't want to continue the old way. And I think it's an honor because squib practically looked like the embodiment of the old way if they are dressed like that. And they have the perfect excuse to do it. Well, not that every squib does it nowadays…"

"What? What do you mean?" Tom didn't understand. Earlier Harry said that it was an agreement with magic. Did that mean we can lie to magic?

"To sum it up, the squib will go to the muggle world and live there without magic for some years. Then when they came back to the wizarding world they will be seen as muggle in the magic's eyes. Or at least that's how my parents explained it."

Tom brightened at that. "Then I can just do it and not have to wear this anymore!"

Harry stood up quickly at his suggestion. He didn't face him anymore, and then his fiancé stormed out of the room.

Tom could only stare at his back. What did he do wrong? Then he started to panic. Harry was mad at him, right? Harry would throw him away for sure. He would be alone, with nothing, he was nothing, Harry will search for someone better than him! Oddly, he felt most troubled by his last thought. Imagining Harry with somebody else beside him, Tom unconsciously bit his lip until it became red and swelled, but he didn't notice and just kept biting into them. He didn't notice his surroundings, he could only think of one thing.

How do I make Harry forgive him if I don't know what I did wrong?


Outside of the house, Harry stopped from his brisk walk and dropped his distressed eyes, his bangs covering his eyes.

When he looked up again, his eyes held smugness in it and a wide smirk was stretched across his lips. He leaned against the fragile wall of the hut and eagerly eyed the gray sky; a sign that it was going to rain soon. His eyes abruptly gained an evil look in it, and he took off into the field in front of him.

That's right. Field of nothingness, only yellowish long grass can be found on it. The hut stood in the edge of the field. But across the field, right on the edge too, was another building. But unlike the hut, it was quite a grand house. It was a pity that the surroundings was yellow. It would see much more impressive if it was green.

It was previously was one of the place the Potter's had. But because it was left alone without care for the past twenty years, it became quite dusty. Harry had found out about it a few weeks after defeating Voldemort from the Gringgotts. It was one of the building people didn't know Potter's had, just like Godric Hollows before the incident with Voldy and the birth of the Boy-Who-Lived. He had immediately set to clean it, and now he was free of his previous fame, he could do anything he wants. Like seducing one Tom Riddle.

He laughed a little at his supposed fiancé. His reaction! His naïve eyes and pure mind! Well, not exactly pure; even after Harry deleted most of the memories the 'boy' had had, the mind couldn't become the blank state it was when a baby was born. No, the process was there and he couldn't do anything about it; the 'boy' was only slightly different in his thinking process from the real twelve years old Tom Riddle. Well, no matter. He will still succeed in his self-made mission of seducing Tom. After all, he loved challenge!

And a squib! Well, it wasn't like it was too far from the truth. Harry had bind the ex-Dark Lord's magic to Harry, and it now belong to Harry. Tom could only use magic if Harry gave him some of his magic back, and Harry had no intention of doing it. Harry knew exactly that the boy was brilliant, thank you. He didn't need to make things more hard for himself. Who knows what Tom will do if he knew he can do magic like his fiancé? He might think himself as an equal of him, which he obviously wasn't! Harry knew he was an equal of the Dark Lord, but an equal to a forced amnesiac boy? Of course not!

Really, it was all a big joke to him. Force his way into the magically de-aged boy's mind and looked at all of the memories the boy had was beyond easy. He was a paranoid person, thus after searching all of it to make sure that Tom had no memories of his teenage years left, he forced all the memories into a box, leaving Tom's mind bare of everything save for English language and some general knowledge; a book is a book, a food is eaten, you sit in chair, older people know better than you, but nothing extravagant – he only left the ones that will make Tom a self conscious, easily embarrassed boy and easy to take care as well as order around. He didn't even left manner or etiquette lesson in Tom's mind. Given that the more the boy made a joke of himself, the happier Harry was, there was no need to let Tom knows when he was. And Tom wouldn't be interacting with anybody save for himself. And if he made a fool of himself when he talked with other people, it would be his own fault for talking to them, no?

He chuckled cruelly, and eyed the sky once again. He expected the hut's door to open soon, and once Tom saw him walking briskly toward the house, the drama will start again. He will enjoy this 'mission' very much.


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