There's something to be said about tons of multi-tasking….also. I'm amused the second it warmed up just a little bit here, it started snowing again. Chances we'll end up a disaster zone again? Probably fifty percent at this rate. And as soon as it all melts? We'll probably end up as a disaster zone, because of flooding. Why am I laughing?

Notes: (X) is pov change and or time jump

Warnings: This story is shonen ai. If you don't like it, don't read it. Shonen ai means gay, boy love, slash, yaoi, whatever you wish to call it. Tom Riddle and Harry Potter will be dating, both of their own free will.

Chapter, 4: Accidental Dream

Mr. Weasley did his best to explain everything that had happened over the past night. Harry, Ron, and Hermione filled in the parts he couldn't. Mrs. Weasley looked on the verge of tears again, unsure of who to hug first.

"How horrible," she finally said her arms around Harry again. "Thank goodness Dumbledore's son was there," she said. Ron gave a dark look at that, but Harry couldn't help agreeing. If Aderes hadn't been there, he was sure he'd be dead right now.

He'd be dead too if I hadn't shown up, he thought with some pleasantness. In a way they'd saved each other in those woods. It was almost like Harry had managed to find the partner he needed to fight against Voldemort and his death eaters. Surely the teen hated them as much as Harry did. They had tried to kill him too.

Even so his mind was going in so many different directions he didn't know which thought to focus on first. Aderes had said he was part muggle, which meant Dumbledore had slept with a muggle woman. While not surprising, Harry wondered what had happened to her. Perhaps that was why Dumbledore pushed for wizard muggle acceptance? Aderes was most likely raised as a pure blood wizard though, given the words he knew and the fact he could amuse Draco Malfoy of all people.

Then there was the fact that Voldemort's followers had somehow found out that Aderes was present. Was Aderes a bigger target right now than he was? Had that been what Voldemort had been talking about in his dream? Killing Aderes? He couldn't quite remember the details, he knew they'd wanted to kill him, but the other person they'd been talking about….

And how had they managed to get to Aderes, who probably had tons of security around him compared to Harry?

"They must have been really determinded," he whispered to himself.

"Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Sorry, just kind of hungry," he lied.

"Oh my goodness! You're right," she said quickly going into a cooking frenzy. Pots and pans were flying everywhere, breakfast coming together with ease. Harry just hoped he'd be able to eat it.

(X)

"Harry, you've a letter dear!"

Harry's heart lept at that. He was sure the letter must be Sirius' reply. It wasn't like he had a large amount of friends after all, at least not many that were close enough to write him. He took the steps two at a time nearly killing himself on Crookshanks who had decided to lounge on the very last step of the stair case. Stumbling into the kitchen he looked around until he spotted the owl sitting on the table. A loud screech from Hermione's cat alerted Harry to Ron's nearby presence, Hermione close behind.

"Be careful Ron!" He heard her shout.

"Who's it from?" Ron asked appearing in the kitchen.

"…Aderes…" Harry muttered. Harrry couldn't remember a time when his good mood had dropped so fast. He'd been thrilled at the thought of finally receiving reply from Sirius. He looked down at the school owl who to Harry's dismay was waiting patiently.

"Guess that means he wants a response." He sat down his adrenalin depleted. He'd just seen the teen, what could he possibly want? He opened the letter and began reading.

Harry, I'm aware I thanked you, but according to my father, I didn't sound grateful while doing it. I hope the contents of the package I sent is a suitable enough thanks.

Harry reread the letter before he noticed the owl also had a shoe box sized parcel attached to its leg.

"What do you reckon's in the box?" Ron asked.

"Something useful, I'll bet," Hermione said.

Harry doubted it would be anything useful. The school term hadn't even started yet.

"I'm a bit worried to open this," he admitted removing the box. He poked it making sure it didn't move or explode before untying the string and lifting lid off. "Oh…he is definitely Dumbledore's son," Harry said with a grin. He turned the box over emptying the contents, tons of different kinds of candy spilling out over the table. If there was one thing for sure that Harry knew about Dumbledore, it was the headmaster enjoyed his sweets. It seemed as Aderes had told him, he did as well.

"Whoa," Ron said examining the contents. "You know, we helped save him too," the Gryffindor said nudging Harry.

"There's no way I can eat all this by myself," Harry laughed. He was about to start sorting the candy when the owl let out a screech. "Right," Harry said quickly. He took the quill and ink Ron had gotten from his kitchen counter and grabbed the letter Aderes had just send him.

Definitely an appropriate thank you.

He had written it quickly, he wanted to get back to the items and handed the letter to the owl.

"All done," he assured the owl who gave him a quick look and flew off.

"This is not what I expected," Hermione said slipping into one of the chair beside Harry. "How is this helpful?"

"It makes you feel better," Harry said handing her a sugar quill. "Come on, you can enjoy yourself while studying, can't you?"

Hermione let out a sigh at that, but took the quill anyway. There as a large assortment of candies, some Harry had never seen before. He didn't even know so many different kinds of candies existed.

"Some of these are foreign," Hermione said holding up a dragon shaped cookie that shot red filling from its mouth.

"Those are from Romania!" Ron said grabbing the tin the dragon cookies had been in. "Bill sent these to us once. They're brilliant. Best to start with the head," he finished biting the head off first. It stopped moving instantly, but that stopped the mess it was making.

Intrigued Harry grabbed one and tried it himself. They were delicious to say the very least. The cookie part reminded him of a chocolate chip cookie, the inside strawberry jelly.

"I bet he's traveled a lot," Hermione said pleasantly. "I wonder if Professor Dumbledore was still home schooling him even when school was in session? Maybe he had the best of the best private tutors," she went on a dreamily look in her eye. "He could have had the best teachers from anywhere…."

"Why not ask him?" Harry asked a jelly slung half hanging from his mouth. He had a feeling half his year was going to be spent keeping Hermione and Aderes from killing each other while they were dating. "He definitely knew things I didn't…he could cast spells without saying them and he used my wand like it was his own," he said not too happy about that fact.

"Well he asked didn't he?" Hermione said looking at Harry. "To use your wand?"

"Of course—"

"Well your wand isn't about to disobey you, when you said it's okay."

"Really?" Harry had no idea his wand was capable of making conscious discussions. The idea kind of worried him, but at least he knew he could scream no and Aderes wouldn't be able to attack him with it. "He could cast spells without his wand too…and he knew all these hexes and curses." He let out a sigh his eyes falling on a small pack of pumpkin pastries. He opened it taking one out and bit into it.

"They don't even start teaching nonverbal spells until our sixth year," she said her eyes wide. "He's going to be able to teach us so much!"

"What makes you think we want to learn from that git," Ron said. He'd gathered all the chocolate frogs and was removing the wizarding cards from them. As a result the kitchen table was covered in chocolate frogs hopping and croaking around everywhere.

"He could help us with so much though!" She argued. "Ron, we have O.W.L.s next year, we need to be prepared."

"…Mum will kill me if I get less O.W.L.s than Fred and George," he agreed halfheartedly.

"See, this is a great opportunity. He needs friends, we need to learn all that we can and Harry. He obviously knows how to duel. You two can practice together."

"Yeah…that wouldn't be bad," Harry admitted. The thought of learning how to fight like Aderes made him excited again. If he could duel like him, he would definitely stand a better chance against Voldemort. "So…we're all agreed. We're going to use Aderes for his brains this year?" Harry asked getting surprised looks from both his friends. "Well, that's the way you two are making it sound."

"That's not what I meant," Hermione said her face going red. "I think once he's gotten used to us we'll be great friends."

"Yeah real great. You see the way he was yellin at Dumbledore?" Ron pointed out.

"Some people have weird relationships," Hermione said quickly. "Professor Dumbledore didn't once look out of place when they were bickering. Well, not until he started using that word…"

The two boys nodded at that. It was true. Dumbledore seemed to get a great deal of amusement out of Aderes, no doubt why Dumbledore had written the letter as he had. He'd expected Harry to feel the same. Perhaps after he got used to the boy…

"Hey, what are these?" Harry asked grabbing for a small jar of sweets. Ron had been avoiding them like the plague. Harry's hand slipped, the top popping off and out crawled hundreds of what looked to be charmed liquorice spiders. They over took the table along with the frogs, but didn't stop there. Ron let out a loud scream and ran out of the kitchen without a second look back, Mrs. Weasley rushing into the kitchen.

"Lick'O'Rish spiders," Hermione said looking amused.

"What's going on here?!" She demanded her eyes falling onto the table. "Where did you get all these?"

"Aderes," Harry laughed.

"Well…put these up dear," Mrs. Weasley said. She waved her wand, all the candy landing back into the box, the lid on it. "I don't want you to ruin your lunch."

"Not a chance," Harry grinned at her. He loved Mrs. Weasley's cooking and could never get enough of it. Luckily for him, she was willing to feed him as much as he wanted.

(X)

The only thing that seemed to get Harry's mind off of everything was Quidditch, thus Ron and Harry spent the rest of their day playing. Yes, he was exhausted by the time they'd come back in from dinner, but it was a good exhaustion. He was covered in sweat, his muscles were sore, but he felt slightly liberated.

After dinner both Ron and him took turns showering and then came into the den to sit. Harry decided to polish his broom stick with the service kit he'd gotten from Hermione the year before and Ron was eating some more of the candy that Aderes had sent a few days before. Hermione was sitting in a stuffed chair with her book Standard book of spells grade 4 propped on her knees. She was sucking on the sugar quill happily. She'd told Harry the other day it was one of the more expensive ones. Considering she'd been using it for the whole week now, Harry believed her.

They'd spent their entire week this way. Harry and Ron running off to play Quidditch to avoid Hermione who was trying to get them to study. Harry just wanted some time to clear his thoughts. Tomorrow they'd be back on the Hogwarts express and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. While he was thrilled to go back to Hogwarts, was hoping to get an explanation from Dumbledore about his scar, since Sirius had yet to send a reply, to start getting some tips from Aderes, he also felt like the entire year was going to be a disaster. Something about throwing Aderes into the mix just felt wrong. While he trusted the boy a bit more now, he still thought the teen might get them killed.

He didn't really want to bring any of this up to his friends though. Hermione would just defend Aderes to the end, Ron would call the teen every name in the book, at least if his mom wasn't around, but say he has great taste in candy. Harry felt like he was the only one really giving any thought to the whole matter. Just the fact that Aderes was Dumbledore's son would be enough to spark interest in the school.

"Does everyone have all their things packed up?" Mrs. Weasley asked. She'd been fidgeting back and forth all day watching the grandfather clock in their den. Harry enjoyed it, because instead of giving the time, the clock told the exact locations for all the family members. Right now Mr. Weasley's hand was on work.

"Few more things to get in there," Harry said. He put his broom kit aware, threw his broom over his shoulder and headed up the steps. The loud crash of thunder threw him, he'd completely forgotten it was raining outside. He set his broom down on his bed, Ron coming in seconds later.

"Doesn't seem right," Ron said going over to his own trunk. "School comes too soon."

"Better than the Dursley's," Harry said instantly. While he didn't exactly enjoy the homework, he loved Hogwarts. Hogwarts would always be his first home. He sat down on the bed going through the supplies Mrs. Weasley had gotten for him. He was glad to see she'd gotten refills for some of his potion items, he'd been running low on a few. His books were also wrapped, so he started removing the paper and shoved them into his trunk.

"Here you are," Mrs. Weasley said coming into the room without warning and passing out clean laundry. Harry took his, glad for clean clothes and placed them into his trunk.

"Mum, you've given me one of Ginny's dresses," Ron said holding up a long robe covered in lace and frills.

"Of course I haven't, those are yours," she said.

"Mine?" Ron asked slowly a look of horror coming onto his face. "Why would I wear these…? They look horrible! Like a girl's dress!"

"They look just fine!" Mrs. Weasley shouted her face turning red. "Your father and brothers have them," She said hotly. "Harry has them."

Harry's heart fell immediately and he opened the only unwrapped package he had left. To his relief his looked like a normal robe, only a dark green. It did seem to have a slight mix of a muggle's tuxedo around the upper half, but Harry was quite willing to deal with that compared to Ron's laces.

"Why does his look like that?" Ron groaned. "His look fine! I'd wear something like that!"

"Because I had to go to a second hand shop and there were only so many choices!"

"Well I'd rather go naked!"

"Then go naked! And Harry, send me a picture, goodness knows I could do with a good laugh!" She stormed out of the room with that the door slamming hard behind her.

"I'm not wearing these," Ron said again throwing the dress robes onto the floor. "How can she expect me to wear these?"

"Maybe Hermione knows a spell to alter them?" He suggested. If any of them knew of a way to make the robes look decent, it'd be Hermione. "I bet she knows something."

"You think so?" Ron asked eyeing the robes. "I mean if we could just get rid of all the lace…and the ribbons…"

"I bet she can," he said firmly.

"Yeah, you're right. Hermione knows how to do everything," Ron said cheerfully. He picked the robes up from his floor and haphazardly threw them into his trunk. "Not treating them with respect until they look good though."

Harry just shook his head at that. His friend worried him sometimes.

"Here," he said throwing Ron a chocolate skeleton. "Calm down."

Ron grinned at him and bit off the skeleton's arm.

"Deal."

(X)

It took Harry a moment for him to recognize his surroundings, or in other words, to realize he was no longer in the burrow. He was standing in an empty room, the same one Voldemort had been sitting in next to the fire weeks ago. His stomach sank as he looked around for some way to get out. The windows were boarded shut and he was wandless. He ran towards the door and tugged to not avail. The door wouldn't budge.

A sound from behind him made him jump around. At first he didn't see the source, but then he noticed movement and saw the giant snake slithering on the floor towards him. He took a few steps back trying to think of any other way he might get out. The fireplace didn't have a fire and he had no floo powder.

"Stop," he hissed in the snake language. Nagini did stop at and raised herself up to get a better look at Harry. "I'm not here to hurt you," he added.

There was a small click, the door suddenly creaking as it slid forward. He was out of the room shutting the door behind him in seconds. He remembered the hall, in fact the muggle Voldemort had killed lied there on the ground still, his body unmoving and pale. Then he was no longer there. He was in a magnificent looking room, one that could easily place the Dursley's whole house into it with room for yard.

"What are you doing here?" Again Harry jerked. He noticed two people standing in the room, one was on the giant company bed with a large green comforter on it reading a book, the other one was standing next to it.

"You let them take me," the one standing said. "You disarmed the charms," he said angrily.

"Did not," the one on the bed said casually. "Probably my dad—"

"I expected more from you."

"Get out," the one on the bed snapped. Harry crept forward so he could get a better look and recognized the two boys immediately. Draco was the one on the bed, Aderes the one standing next to it. "I am to follow you when you nearly got yourself killed? You had to be saved by Potter of all people!"

"It was necessary," Aderes roared. "If someone had not dropped the shields I would not have been struck in the head and tied up."

"If Voldemort had been struck and tied up, he would have escaped."

"Is that your final choice?" Aderes asked angrily. "You want to follow some half snake freak?"

"Too crazy to understand that?" Draco snorted at him. "Or just too stupid?"

The look of rage that swept over Aderes' face frightened Harry. He had the sinking feeling that if Aderes wanted, he could probably destroy the entire house, mansion?, and everyone within it.

"You'll regret that choice," the teen said his voice deathly calm. "And when you come begging for my help, I'm going to laugh in your face."

"Empty threats," Draco shouted.

"Tell me that after your father climbs out of prison and your mother doesn't have to whore herself to Voldemort to survive." Draco's head snapped out and Harry was sure a fight was going to break out, not that Harry could blame either one of them. Aderes was taking things too far, Draco was defending his parents, even if it was to Voldemort.

Harry saw Draco's wand rise and without thinking he tackled Aderes to the floor. To Harry's complete shock, Aderes did go down with him. He landed on top of the teen and was looking down at him, unsure of what to do. He didn't really expect to have solidly connected with anything, it'd just been an instinctive reaction.

"What in the hell?" Draco asked dropping his wand and looking over the side of bed at Aderes fallen form. "Did you lose balance?"

"There's something on me," the teen said his hands going up. His hands started at Harry's legs, his face going red when they went to Harry's hips. "It's a person."

"What?"

Harry tried to remove himself then, but Aderes was holding on tight. He slid himself out from under Harry, still pinning the Gryffindor down by the thighs.

"You don't have any sisters do you?" Aderes asked looking at the Slytherin.

"No…."

"Anyone that's good with invisibility spells?" Draco shook his head again. "Well then. I don't take well to an attempt of rape while I'm fighting with my friend," Aderes hissed. Harry struggled with all his might to remove himself from the snare then. The last thing on his mind had been rape. He couldn't believe he'd the words he was hearing. And hadn't Draco and Aderes just been about to kill each other? "If you want me that badly," he said one hand holding Harry down, the other going up until he found his neck. He bit down hard Harry gasping and still trying to pull away. It only caused him more pain though and he had to stop struggling, at least until Aderes removed his teeth from his skin.

"Shouldn't bite things you can't see. You have no idea what you just put in your mouth," Draco said with obvious mock concern.

"I'm not worried," Aderes snickered. "Let them panic."

(X)

Harry was awake, his scar hurting, worse, his neck hurting. Everyone else in the room was still asleep and the sky was still dark, the rain still falling. Harry climbed out of the bed, slipped out of the room and headed for the bathroom. He shut the door, the candle giving off more than enough light and examined his neck in the mirror. Sure enough there was a bruise forming, even a bit of blood to his horror.

What in the bloody hell…He closed his eyes trying to recall every detail. He'd gotten out of the room, he'd ran into Aderes of all people and then bit….only to wake up with the bruise for proof.Aderes had accidentally grabbed his thighs….He started splashing cold water onto his face and neck. It had to have been a bad dream. Something like that just didn't happen. The bruise showing back in the mirror told him otherwise and he stormed out of the bathroom. He wanted Hedwig back so he could send an owl demanding from Aderes what was going on, but the idea seemed insane. How do you send a letter asking someone if they dreamt of biting you? Of feeling your entire body...

What a crazy dream. Besides. Even if it wasn't a dream he hadn't exactly come into that room announced…he couldn't scream to get their attention. It'd been a complete accident…though Aderes' response had been the craziest of all. Someone could have been trying to kill him, instead he thought they were trying to sleep with him? What fourth year student thought like that?

As silently as he could he went back into the room slipping under the covers. His stomach was turning, his mind racing again, which no doubt was what caused the crazy dream to begin with. He felt tears threatening to come out, but he held them back.

"It was just a dream," he told himself firmly. Even this could be a dream. He promised himself in the morning everything would be fine and there would be no mark, things would be back to normal and he would go to school and start the year off well.

(X)

A loud crash of thunder had Harry awake, or what he'd thought was thunder. It turned out to be Ron's trunk being pulled out of the room.

"Sorry," Ron said when he saw Harry sitting up in the bed looking around. He wasn't sure if he'd ever have a decent full night sleep again. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Bad dream," Harry said falling back down onto the bed, his hand going to his forehead out of habit rather than pain.

"Does it hurt?" Ron asked quickly running over to him.

"What? My scar?" Harry asked putting his glasses on. "No, just kind of ticked off," he said. "Guess we need to eat breakfast and get out of here."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. He changed into a clean pair of jeans and a shirt before grabbing his own trunk to drag down the stairs. It didn't take long, they managed to get down the stairs without any problems, thankfully Crookshanks was watching from the couch this time.

"Harry?" Hermione said coming out of the kitchen. "Did you and Ron get into a fight with a vampire last night?"

"What?" Harry asked giving her an odd look until he remembered everything, his hand going to his neck. "Don't tell me there's a bite mark there…"

"Yes…"

"Hermione, I will explain later, please tell me you know how to hide this."

"Why?" she asked her eyes narrowing. "Did Ron—"

"No, I swear it wasn't Ron." His words seemed to assure her, because she pulled out her wand, said a spell quietly and the mark was hidden. He of course had no intentions of telling her what did happen. She'd kill him if she found out that it was Aderes that had bit him, not to mention think he's lost his mind.

Harry went into the kitchen and grabbed two of the pieces of toast from the large pile Mrs. Weasley had made. He almost dropped both pieces too when he noticed Amos Diggory, Cedric's father's head sticking out of the fire place. Mr. Weasley was talking to him hurriedly as if it was no big deal that his head was in a fire.

"Does this…um happen a lot?" Harry asked Ron.

"Yeah," the other Gryffindor said grabbing some toast.

"Oh…alright." He bit down on his toast listening in to the conversation then.

"And then his dustbins went off. Arthur we have to get him out. He starts his new job today and everything. We're counting on him," Amos said quickly. "Why he picked last night of all days. Is there any way to get him off with a warning?"

"I'll do everything I can. I'm sure there are ways to fix this," Mr. Weasley said just as fast. He wrote a few things down on a piece of parchment, gave it to Molly and took a piece of toast. "I'm sorry I can't come with."

"It's no problem," Mrs. Weasley said patting her husband on the shoulder. "Just go save Moody," she told him. He nodded and was out the door. "Would you care for some toast?" Mrs. Weasley asked the floating head.

"Sure, thank you." Mrs. Weasley used the fire tongs and placed the piece of toast into the floating head's mouth.

"Danks agun," he said before vanishing.

"Who's moody?" Harry asked trying to draw any attention that might have been on him away.

"He used to work at the ministry," Fred told him.

"He's a retired Auror," Charlie said. "One of the best," he saw the look on Harry's face and smiled. "He was in charge of putting dark wizard's away. Most of Azkaban is filled up with wizard's he caught. He's made a lot of enemies though."

"There's a reason he's called mad-eye-moody," Fred added.

"Completely nutters now—"

"Enough," Mrs. Weasley said glaring at the twins. "Your father thinks very highly of Mad-eye-moody."

"And dad collects plugs," Fred muttered under his breath getting a laugh from George.

"I didn't know the ministry had a job to get rid of dark wizards. Shouldn't they have been the ones fighting against Vol..I mean you-know-who?"

"Well, they did try of course dear. There just wasn't enough of them," Mrs. Weasley said quietly. Harry didn't feel like the Aurors did a good enough job then. Even if there was a limited amount of them, they should have been fighting enough to save his parents. He wondered if the Aurors had really tried or not since Voldemort was still alive and his followers had even managed to escape Azkaban recently.

"Oh and we're going to have to travel by muggle means this time," Mrs. Weasley said uneasily. "Arthur tried to get ministry vehicles again, but there just wasn't any to spare."

"Should be alright," Harry said cheerfully. He was sure as long as they arrived on time at the Hogwart's express it wouldn't be much of an issue. He just needed to make sure he got to Hogwarts on time so he could kill Aderes if possible. His hand went to his neck then when the thought occurred to him, looks from everyone in the kitchen falling on him. "Just slept wrong," he said.

"We'll have to walk to get to the phone to get the cabs," Mrs. Weasley said. "So let's hurry up."

Harry hadn't thought about that, but one quick look around the kitchen told him he should have. Of course the Weasley's didn't have a telephone. He was glad he'd asked Hermione to cast the spell now on his neck instead of using some sort of cream that would just wash off.

"Well then," Harry said forcing a grin on his face. "Ready to face our next year?"

"No," Ron said.

"You'll enjoy it," Bill told them. "It would be shocking if you didn't."

Harry wanted to ask him what he was talking about, but they were ushered out the door then and Harry was more focused on avoiding muddy puddles than Bill's words.

(TBC)

Ahahaha…I had to go and make myself toast after writing this….