Harry's POV
Everything hurts. Even my teeth hurt. I try to open my eyes, but they are as heavy as lead. I strain to hear if anyone is in the room with me. I hear a slight shuffle, I feel a squeeze in my hand, I hear a choked sob, I feel wetness on my chest.
I try to open my eyes again and this time succeeded. I looked around a bit until I felt the pressure on my chest again. I glanced down to see Draco clinging to my shirt in one hand, and squeezing my hand in the other. He was crying silently, trying to keep the sobs to a minimum.
"Oh Harry, please wake up, I love you so much, you don't even know. Please wake up, come back to me," Draco wept not realizing I have already awoken. I tried to tell him I'm right there, but all that came out was a croak. It seemed to work just as well.
Normal POV
Draco's head snapped up, Eyes wide as saucer pans.
"Oh Harry," Draco shrieked, flinging his arms around Harry's neck. Wincing slightly Harry lifted his right arm and wrapped it around his boyfriend who was once again a sobbing wreck, muttering incoherently.
"I thought you would never wake up, it's been so long. I missed you so much; don't ever try a stunt like that again," Chuckling Harry lifted Draco's head and put a finger to his lips.
"I love you too Draco," Harry lent down and pressed his lips against waiting pink lips.
In the corner of the infirmary, stood Tom Riddle smiling, happy that Harry was awake and happy that the newfound relationship was starting off pleasantly.
Harry and Draco were sitting Indian style on Harry's bed, playing cards when Lord Tom walked in.
"Hello boys. Harry how are you feeling," He asked
Harry stared wide eyed, mouth agape.
"You'll catch flies, like that," Draco said.
Hearing the blonde speak must have snapped Harry back to reality, for he looked down at his hands and hunched forward. He seemed to feel inferior to the Lord of the Riddle family, and showed respect by backing down.
"Harry my boy, you and I are equals, remember that. If anyone should be shown respect it should be you," Tom said as he knelt down in front of the stunned boy, "you have been through a lot and yet you still have strength, you truly are a powerful wizard. You and I may be equals, but," Tom paused, "You, Harry are an elemental."
Harry said nothing; he was too shocked at seeing Voldemort kneeling at his feet. After a moment, Harry seemed to recover. Looking in his former enemies black eyes, he saw truth, compassion, and a little guilt. Now that he thought back on it, Voldemort's eyes never truly held hate. In his fourth year, no hate. In his fifth year, no hate. Since it was his decision to meet Draco's lord, he couldn't back out. But you're wrong if you think he'll let his guard down, although someday he might.
"You never did hate me did you; I was always too blinded by the illusion of hate to notice," Harry said suddenly.
"No Harry, I have never hated you. My Slytherins look up to you and respect you as do my death eaters. You are much of a lord to them, as myself. This so called light side, to put it nicely, hates you. And to the dark side, you are our savior." Lord Tom paused, and then continued, "There is a prophecy Harry, one that was predicted way before either of us were born. It is said that Lady Ravenclaw herself predicted it. And only a few know about. One of the few is Dumbledore, that's why he has made your life a living hell. He couldn't risk you gaining more power than him, even as a young lad you showed spectacular gifts. Thats why he had your parents killed, to break your spirit. ."
Harry's life seemed to always come back to Dumbledore. 'i'm gonna kill him'.
"What does it say? What does this….prophecy say?" Harry asks, a little mad.
"Are you sure Harry, It could be quite shocking," Tom said making sure he was ready.
"JUST TELL ME, GOD DAMN IT!" Harry shouted. Dumbledore has kept to many things from him, and if this prophecy was the cause of it, then by god he wanted to hear it.
"Okay here it is
The one with the mark of evil will arise
With a child at his side
This child was predicted before
Created by an evil we abhore
He will save the darkness from the light
He will save everyone from the fight
His powers will soon come through
When all starts anew
The losses will be great
To each side filled with hate
Be prepared for this war
For the one who will save you has the power of four
"Harry this prophecy, is about you. You turned to my side, the marked of evil. You have the four powers of the elements. You have followed under a false predictions created by Dumbldore. You were destined from birth to save us all. I know this is a lot to take in, but you've always known that you were destined to defeat me, the only change is that you have to defeat a real dark lord, not a fictional one," Lord Tom explained. He watched for Harry's reaction. What he saw was total disbelief written allover the boy-who-lived's face, and then it slowly turned to a timid exception. Lord Tom held his breath.
"How do I know this isn't a trap, just because Dumbledore and his fried chickens are abusive towards me, doesn't rule you out to be too."
"No it doesn't, but you have to follow your heart on what you think is right,"
"What if I'm not who you say I am, will you just throw me out on my ass? Will you hate me, if who you talk about isn't me?"
"No Harry," Tom said firmly, "We have watched you grow. We all love and respect you. You have been through much pain and deserve happiness, you will find it here."
Harry contemplated on his choices, either go back to Dumbledore and have him kill me or mold his pawn back into the way he wanted it. Or stay here and train and be with Draco, and gain a family. The choices most definitely didn't weigh equally.
"I Think I would like to stay here," Draco gave a whoop of joy and threw his arms around Harry. He hissed in pain
"Sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry, I forgot,"
"Its okay Draco, really," Harry reassured when he saw the guilty expression on his love's face.
"Soon Harry you will lead them. They will follow your orders," Lord Tom stated proudly.
"Orders? How am I supposed to lead these people, you're the dark lord, you lead them," Harry was fighting a loosing battle and he knew it. It's not that he didn't have a choice in the matter, well actually he didn't. But he has felt more loved here, then in his entire life. He loved Draco, and Lord Tom was becoming a quick father figure. Sighing Harry looked down.
"How cold I say no to the people who have shown me much more love then I deserve," he whispered.
Suddenly he felt a gently hand caressing his neck. Harry looked up. And what he saw was too much to handle. Tom Riddle the man he believed murdered his parents and was half of the problem in his life that made it hell, was looking at him with so much love and concern, it couldn't be fake. He just sat there and broke down. Harry hung his head low and gave heart wrenching sobs to the night air. Lord Tom gently took the distressed boy into his arms and just held him close, rubbing small circles on his back. Singing a song softly Tom held him until the boy fell asleep.
Loola-Bye, oh, Loola Bye
My lovely Loola moon
Tip-toe by where my babies lie
In your tiny silver shoon
Will you guard, will you keep
Will you watch over please?
My wee ones, my lambkins
My sweet chick-a-chick-a-dees
Loola-Bye, oh, Loola-Bye...
In your tiny silver shoon.
"You will be a great father to him," Draco whispered.
Startled, Tom looked up.
"I can see it in his eyes. He might not know it yet but he's starting to trust you. He would have never cried like that in front of anyone, not even me," Draco added sadly, "Please my lord don't hurt him, he's been through so much."
"I could never hurt this child," Tom said looking at the broken boy, "We will show him what love is, the whole family. Will you help me Draco, he loves you."
"Of course I will help him, I love him so much, it hurts, literally," for some reason this seemed to perk Tom's interest.
"Really, how so,"
"Um, it just started happening this year, on the first day of school. At the time I was confused and curious and was just discovering I might like boys. And when I saw him walk out of the carriage, he looked like an angel and I literally fell on my ass. My chest hurt like hell and it took all my will power not to go to him. I cried that night, wanting to be closer to him.
I constantly found myself looking for his mop of black hair and piercing green eyes during school. One night I realized that I loved him, and when I discovered that, I could barely breathe. It felt like bricks were crashing down on me, I was lost to the world for a while. While I was lost, I somehow ended up outside on the entrance steps, and when I came recovered I also realized that he would never love me back. This realization brought on the water works again. I cried for hours feeling like they would never stop. Suddenly I heard my name begin called. I looked behind me, it was him.
At this point I was angry with him but he never wavered from my insults. That's when I noticed he wasn't looking at me with malice, but concern. He told me very personal things that night. I figured since the love of my life was showing interest and concern in my life, when he asked to be friends I jumped at the chance. Lord Tom I love him so much, sometimes I can't stand it, sometimes I want to kill myself, to be rid of the pain, what's wrong with me, even now that me and Harry are together the pain is there." At the end of Draco's monologue, Tom had a thoughtful look occupying his face. He looked up with slight mischief in his eyes.
"Draco you might be Harry's mate."
Yes, another chapter to BG-GB, the song is from the movie Nanny Mcphee, Loola Bye. written by Emma Thompson.
I know things might be moving pretty fast and i'll try to slow it down in the next chapters.
My stories might not be top writers material, but it's my writing and i'll get better if i keep practicing.
so don't be a stranger, reveiw there is no danger.
