He was sitting in the dining room when Harry stepped inside. There were two other people in the room, Lucius Malfoy and Snape. Harry sneered at them when all three pairs of eyes widened at his appearance.

He was wearing extremely tight jeans, and a just as tight dark green shirt. His messy black hair actually went well with the outfit, adding to the pure sex appeal the boy was showing.

Harry's sneer turned into a smirk and he sat down at the table, "You wanted to speak with me, Voldemort?"

"Young Harry, I think you may have given the men heart attacks," Nagini said as she slithered to Voldemort-now-Tom.

"I didn't expect you to wear something like that. Excuse me. At least you like the closet." Voldemort said.

"Yeah, whatever. If you didn't think I would wear something like this, why would you have it in there? Besides, when I leave, these clothes will be easier to run in." Harry leaned back in his seat, looking at the food with distaste.

"You won't be leaving," Voldemort stated, leaning back in his seat as well.

"You said you weren't going to kill me."

"Potter. He said he wasn't going to kill you, he said nothing about you being able to leave." Snape, looking as irritating as ever, said.

"Shut up, Snape, or i'll shove one of these butter knives down your throat." Harry smiled sweetly, watching shock color the men's faces again.

"Harry, there is a reason you can't leave. I can't allow you to get hurt."

Harry turned quickly back to face Voldemort, anger shown clearly. "And, why is that?"

"You are my horcrux."

It was a simple statement, but considering Harry did not understand what it meant, it was a bad statement.

"What. Did you call me?" Harry asked, his voice dangerously low.

"A horcrux. Harry do you-"

Voldemort was cut off when Harry stood suddenly and slapped him across the face. The insane glint had returned in Harry's eyes, and his whole body was twitching in uncontrolled fury.

"I. AM. NOT. A. WHORE."

The boy grabbed his butter knife off the table and stormed out of the room. "COME HERE LITTLE PEST. HARRY'S GOT A SURPRISE FOR YOU."

The three men left in the dining room stared at each other, wondering what had happened to the boy-who-lived. Usually the boy was quiet and would listen to everything before charging into something. Something was wrong.

"I PROMISED I WOULD SHOVE A KNIFE THROUGH SOMEONE'S THROAT. JUST BE STILL AND TAKE IT ELF!"

"He has got a hold of one of your elves my lord." Lucius finally mumbled, startling the others out of their thoughts.

"Shit!" Voldemort sprinted out of the room, following the sound of pained shouts.

By the time he got there his favorite houself was already dead, it's throat slashed deeply. Harry wasn't there though. He could handle the house elf being dead as long as Harry was still somewhere safe.

"Harry! Where did he go now. . . Nagini! Find Harry, now!"

"Master, the boy is still withen the home. No need to worry so. I shall find him and calm him down. I will also explain the horcrux part, considering you failed at it. You spoke at the wrong time."

Tom sighed. He wouldn't be able to convice Nagini when she got into her mothering moods. "Fine. Send him to my office when he is calm."

He watched as Nagini slithered off, probably already knowing where Harry was. He shook his head and went the opposite direction.

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Next Chapter I will try to put it through Tom's point of veiw.

I'm making a poll for this story (or maybe a few if that is possible.) considering some things that can go either way and i'm not sure about.

Thanks for reading this chapter.