Author's Note: HELLO MY LOYAL READERS! Were you wondering what I meant in the last chapter? Well I planned a moment for this chapter that you are all REALLY going to enjoy. Of course, the other reason I was excited will be postponed until later in the story! 10,000 WORDS?! OVER 1,000 HITS! AND OVER 700 VISITORS! OH MY GOD! In three days too! I wonder what it would be like in a month! YOU GUYS ARE GOING TO MAKE ME FAINT!

The Entity of Happiness

Chapter Seven

Happiness . . . a word used by those who do not understand the truth of rage and hatred, while the few who have experienced it long ago, no longer remember the meaning of such a word. A feeling Voldemort had never been familiar with after all those years being contained within that prison known as the orphanage. Though every since he had met that child, young Harry Potter, it was as if his entire world had taken a turn for the better. Even the bitter taste of hate seemed to have lightened the longer he spend time with the child . . .

"Hey, Tom! Where are we going now?" Tom jerked his head towards Harry after being swiftly yanked from his thoughts, while he gave the boy a gentle smile.

"Well, we've already gotten you some new robes, some basic spell books, a new cauldron and potion ingredients . . . so how about we get you a wand?" Tom asked after pondering on their to-do list, though Knockturn Alley was severely out-of-question due to the dangers in the area, that could possibly pose a threat towards Harry.

"A wand?! Really?!" Harry yelled in excitement as he trailed behind the older wizard in a childish matter, while causing Tom to suppress a small smile.

"Yes, but not here . . ." Tom stated plainly as an expression of confusion appeared on the boy's childish features.

"Why not?" Harry asked with a mixture of both curiosity and disappointment in his tone, for the child has truly come to liking the many stores that surrounded Diagon Alley.

"The wand shop here is known as Ollivander's, but the owner, Ollivander, has creature blood and can see through glamors. Harry, it seems Dumbledore knows of your disappearance and the murder of your relatives, though the old coot will be too much in denial to believe you killed them," Voldemort hissed as Harry's eyes narrowed at the mention of the old man.

Over the course of the days Harry would spend with Tom, he told him the tails of manipulation the old man had used on both himself, and a wizard that went by the name of Severus Snape. The child had come to dislike this . . . Dumbledore . . . after learning how the man would use the emotions of a single person to bend them to his will.

"He better not find me, Tom! A manipulative person like that would think he does a few nice things for me and I would do anything for him," Harry spat in disgust in the mention of the old man while Tom gave a small smile towards the child's growing anger.

"He won't find you, Harry. Not if I have anything to say about it," Tom reassured the child while gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder as he flinched from the cold touch.

"I know you wouldn't let him near me . . ." Harry stated as he turned away from the crimson gaze, while a light blush formed formed when Tom began to gently stroke his midnight-black hair.

"See, there's nothing to worry about then," Tom stated while Harry's grip tightened on the hem of his robes, as both wizards met the other's gaze for a split-second before they jerked their heads away from eye-contact.

Tom paused before the ice cream shop as he watched the giggling laughter of many children, until his eyes noticed the familiar presence of Lucius Malfoy, one of his most loyal followers. Voldemort smirked as he dragged Harry over towards the ice cream shop while the child stared in confusion.

"Harry, how about we get some ice cream?" Tom suggested as Harry beamed up towards the man while he quickly ran over towards the counter.

"How may I help you?" A young lady with long brown hair asked in a smooth tone as she stared at the child, then the older man beside him, who smiled at the women in return.

"What would you like, Harry?" Tom asked as the child beamed up while staring at the menu, looking over his choices in a frozen-filled dessert.

"The Double Fudge Chocolate Special, please," Harry said politely as the women gave the child a soft smile while Tom had paid for the frozen dairy treat.

Both Tom and Harry had taken a seat by the table nearest to the door as Harry raised an eyebrow towards the blond child who passed him by. He wore expensive-looked silk robes much like his own, while he had a rich air about him . . . must be one of those Pure-bloods since Tom had told Harry how they were high society and all . . .

"That kid looks snobby . . . I bet if he had a dose of the real world, he would go crying to his parents," Harry smirked as Tom let out a small chuckle towards the boy, knowing what he stated was pure truth . . . after all, a Pure-blood child probably wouldn't last minutes in the harsh realities of life.

"You may have a point there, young one. Pure-bloods tend to spoil their children, they become so comforted by their pampered life that they become like that child you see there," Voldemort stated as he easily recognized the child with Lucius to be none other than his son, Draco Malfoy.

"You seem to know them. That's why we're here right?" Harry stated as he took a bit of his ice cream without getting any of the substance attached to his face like the other children in the area.

"I'm surprised, your really observant, Harry," Tom stated as he quickly cast a silencing charm around the perimeter where they said to avoid being heard.

"Harry, I'm ssssure you remember the ssssstories of the Death Eatersssss I told you about?"

Voldemort began to hiss in Parseltongue to ensure total privacy while Harry gave a nod, recognizing the familiar name of the people he read about in the Daily Prophet that were said to be "murderers" . . . though Harry secretly agreed with their cause.

"I remember, and I think your fighting for a good causssse . . . it's amazing how the Daily Prophet eassssily twisted your purposessss to the destruction of all mugglessss and muggle-bornssss," Voldemort let out a sigh in the memory of the article "A New Dark Lord Rises," out of all of them, that was the worst . . . they talked about how "evil" he was an whatnot . . . total rubbish!

"The Prophet tendssss to bend the wordssss of a person, take Rita Skeeter for example. That lady would take three of our most famous wizards and ssssssay they were in love, while not a sssssingle word wasssss actually true . . ." Voldemort rolled his eyes at the one article that claimed him and Lucius were . . . the Dark Lord held back a shiver.

"Oh? You mean like the article about you and Dumbledore being . . . intimate . . ." Harry smirked due to the fact that the expression on the Dark Lord's features was priceless!

"WHAT?!"

"I'm kidding, Tom, I'm kidding! If that was REALLY in the Prophet, Rita would be hanging by her toesss while looking half beaten to death by your Death Eatersssss before you could get your handsssss on her," Harry recovered as the dark wizard continued to glare at the child while sending an annoyed glance towards the boy for almost giving him a heart attack.

"Good point . . . changing the subject anyway, I've decided where we sssshall buy your wand . . . but you musssst ssssstay close because the area isssss dangerousssss. Though the wandsssss are top quality, ssssso that means they would be worth the trouble . . ." Tom stated nonchalantly, while making his final decision to go to Knockturn Alley later to buy a wand for the child . . . though he will have to pay close attention towards Harry for both their protection.

"I ssssee, but let me finish my ice cream firsssst," Harry stated as he continued to enjoy his frozen dairy treat while Tom give the boy a soft smile . . . it was odd how Harry's happiness seemed to have affected him . . .

Harry began to finish the last of his ice cream easily while beaming towards Tom . . . something about Tom made him happy, though he would never understand why. Tom never stared at him with judging eyes like his uncle, and odd enough . . . he was the first person to ever show him kindness. You would think a child like Harry Potter was pampered and spoiled to receive everything he desired, but then again . . . you were never Harry Potter.

After Harry threw the remainder of the cone away while Tom noticed a smudge of chocolate ice cream on the child's upper cheek.

"Harry, look over here," Tom stated as Harry stared in confusion at the wizard who sat before him.

The next thing the child knew was the fact that Tom's face was only inches away from his own while he felt the older wizard lick away the last of the ice cream that remained on his upper cheek. Though one thing was clear to Tom from this action . . .

. . . he had absolutely no idea why he just did that!

Harry blinked curiously while his mind had attempted to process what had just occurred, resulting in a completely flushed Harry Potter. '. . . Why did Tom just do that? . . .' Harry thought in shock while crimson eyes just blinked in confusion, it was obvious Tom didn't know why as well since he had a solid mask in place.

". . . Let's forget that just happened . . ." Harry stated as he turned towards Tom who was still victim to the lingering effects of shock.

". . . Agreed . . ."

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