"Sir, you need to sit down, stop this vexatious pacing and listen."

Tom paused angrily glancing at who dared to interrupt him only to see Snape looking at him just as he would an impertinent student. Instead of trying to argue Tom sat down heavily huffing as he did so which only made Snape raise an eyebrow.

"If you're listening now then I have news, Mr Malfoy found Mr Potter's phone crushed just outside the warehouse. Upon further inspection of the surrounding area we believe that he made his way to the main road and possibly made a call. To whom we are yet to determine, however we expanded the search area and have found no further trace of him so we are assuming that he contacted somebody to come and pick him up. Now do you have any inkling of who could have collected Mr potter?"

Staring at Snape Tom's brain stopped working briefly as he tried to absorb all the information he had just been given. Finally realizing that Snape was still waiting for an answer he replied, "I can only recall the mudblood and blood traitor," Tom paused momentarily as he recalled Harry telling him off not that long ago for name calling, "other than that the only other people he contacted regularly were all in Dumbledore's group. He stopped doing that after they hurt him though and I know he doesn't have their numbers so I really don't know."

Looking down at his hands in his lap Tom realized truthfully how little he knew about Harry. Sure he knew the vague idea of hat had happened in his past but honestly he knew next to nothing. It made tom feel a pain in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time. Not since the last time Harry had been taken from him and the realization that he could end up without Harry.

"We shall continue our search and extend our efforts to assess who he may have possibly contacted in the event that he did receive help." With that final statement Snape left the room leaving Tom to wallow in his misery.

Oliver strode purposefully through the mass of people in the street because today he was a man on a mission.

He had left Harry back at his flat and was now on his way to meet some of his trustworthy but also more muscular friends. Oliver felt a bit bad at leaving Harry so soon after he had just woken up but this couldn't be delayed, he needed to sort this out now. Years ago his inaction had caused Harry more hurt than he should ever had have to live through so this time he wasn't just sitting back and letting other people, namely Harry, deal with everything.

Oliver finally came to a stop on the street corner smiling at the two men waiting for him; Lee Jordan an aspiring sports commentator and Marcus Flint opposing football team captain but a good friend even if his team choices left much to be desired.

Another plus point for Marcus is that he had connections and his connections had connections- which meant that they could quite easily find Mr Riddle's secret hideout which was remarkably where they were now heading to find out what happened/threaten Harry's possibly ex-boyfriend with bodily harm if he didn't correct his behaviour.

Following Marcus along a narrow street until they reached a nondescript door on the side of a tall building that nobody would glance twice at. Oliver glanced at Marcus to check that this was the right place, upon seeing him nod once Oliver knocked sharply on the door and waited for the door to open as Marcus and Lee stood behind him and puffed up to look as aggressive as possible. If you knew them it was quite an entertaining sight to see the two men who could turn into teddy bears around their girlfriends acting so tough but for relative strangers it should look intimidating. At least that's the look that Oliver hoped they portrayed.

Draco muttered under his breath as he strode over to the door, they had left him behind to "ensure the building was secure" but he knew that meant they didn't want him around and now he was sulking because he was a man now who knew enough and could make his own decisions and didn't want to be made to stay out of trouble damnit!

Pulling open the door with more force than was entirely necessary Draco started fuming at whoever had decided to bother him, "What do you want? We are all very busy and don't want to be bothered so if you…" he trailed off as he finally looked and saw who was on the other side of the door. He tried to slam the door shut only for a hand to reach out and stop it from closing.

Now fumbling for his gun, or his taser or even his pepper-spray he had been given as a joke that one time as Draco started shouting for help as he tried to do something to prevent this threat from getting in.

Tom had been wallowing in his misery for some time before his attention was pulled from his task by the shouting he could hear.

Growling he got up to investigate who would dare to interrupt him before realizing that the voice he could hear was Draco. And that the voice was shouting for help.

Muttering a whole lot of swearwords under his breath Tom started to run towards the noise, if Draco had been harmed at all Lucius would kill him, or bankrupt him, or humiliate him, or all of the above. This could not be allowed to happen so Draco's continued survival was very important.

Now turning the final corner to the door Tom was met with the sight of Draco scrambling to do something, what he wasn't quite sure, and three men blocking his entrance.

"Draco come here now." Tom ordered. Draco spun around and moved towards him quickly as Tom mentally sighed at him for turning his back on the enemy. So much more for young Draco to learn. Refocusing on the intruder he spoke calmly, "Are you going to leave my property or shall I just call the police to have you removed now?"

He watched as the man in the middle laughed causing Tom to question his if he may possibly be insane, "You are Tom Riddle, correct?"

Tom wondered which way this was going to go, very good or extremely bad extremely quickly. In his experience it was most likely the second. However he still nodded.

Upon Oliver meeting the Tom Riddle he had to say he wasn't that impressed. He wasn't physically imposing nor did he look that clever, but looks could lie and they weren't going to risk it.

"I am here on behalf of Harry Potter. He was hurt not to long ago and now we want to understand why this is the case and who we need to talk to."

Oliver watched as a myriad of emotions crossed over Riddle's face before it went blank. As he tried to decipher them he felt Lee and Marcus step up closer behind him as Riddle stepped forwards.

What Oliver then heard he couldn't entirely comprehend.

"It was my fault. I hurt him in a way I never intended to and now I can't find him and I need him to understand that it wasn't what it looked like and I love him so much and I need to apologise. I need to apologise."

Exchanging look with Marcus and Lee he spoke, "I think we all need to have a chat before any further actions are taken."

Again I am very sorry I lied, the next chapter will definitely be the last chapter. Definitely.