Chapter seven
Harry opened his eyes. For the first time in ages he knew where he was. It was dark outside, and he couldn't hear anyone moving about. "I must have slept for longer than I thought…the last thing I remember is-"
Harry slowly rolled over, and as he moved he could feel a weight pressing against his ribs. When he had fully rolled over he was facing the other person in his bed, with their arm wrapped around him. He could tell it was a Caucasian male, with shoulder length black hair covering his face. He was just about to move the hair when a smirk passed across the part of the face Harry could see.
The boy still didn't speak, but Harry had lost interest in his hair, and was fascinated with his lips. He slowly moved his hand forwards and with one finger stroked the boy's lips.
The other boy grabbed Harry's hand and kissed his palm.
"Why are you awake Harry? Go back to sleep."
"I'm not tired," Harry was still staring at the boy's lips. The boy was smirking and Harry could feel this overwhelming urge to kiss him. As if the boy could sense this he leaned forwards and gave Harry a quick peck on the lips.
He then pulled back to see the reaction on Harry's face. Harry was in slight shock.
It wasn't that a boy had kissed him, because he had kissed boys before. The fact was that he knew nothing about this boy. He didn't know what he looked like, or what his name was, or even how old he was.
What he did know however was that this boy had taken his breath away. He felt that he could trust him, but he didn't know why. It was like he had been here before, in this boys arms, but he didn't remember it.
Harry slowly looked up at the boy. His breathing was returning to normal, but as he gazed along the boy's body it caught in his throat. The intruder had a dark blue t-shirt on, why clung to his toned chest and stomach. He then had a pair of black jeans on, which clung to every curve.
The boy heard Harrys breath hitch, and he let out a small giggle. He lowered his face until his mouth was right next to Harrys' ear.
"What's wrong Harry? Didn't realise you were gay?"
Of course Harry did know he was gay, or at least bi. He had thought he was gay a couple of years ago, but when he thought Ron was coming on to him he hastened to assure everyone that he was straight. Of course some people had worked out that he was bi; mainly those whom he had shagged.
"I…it's not that. I just…" Harry had no idea what to say. To be fair it's not a situation that commonly happens. Most people who woke up to find a strange boy in their bed would by now had panicked, but Harry just had to be different. Instead of fighting off the intruder, he was flirting with him. Instead of trying to find out who it was, or why they were there, he was contemplating the reaction the boy would give to Harry if he tried to kiss him again. The fact was that Harry really liked this boy, whoever he was.
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" another small giggle.
Harry was just about to reply when they heard a groan from across the room. Ron had rolled over in his bed. He was now facing away from them.
Harry had completely forgotten about Ron being in the room and after the panic of being caught had passed he gave a sigh of relief.
Hearing Ron had brought Harry back to his senses, and he now turned to the intruder with a serious look on his face. "Who are you?"
"Don't you trust me? I thought we were past that."
"I do trust you, but I wanna know who you are! Are you hiding something? Is that why you won't tell me?" Harry did trust him, but he wanted to know who it was that he trusted.
The boy sat up and shuffled away from Harry, so he was resting his back on the wall. Harry still couldn't see his face as there was a shadow across it. "You do trust me?"
"Yes!"
"Then why do you want to know who I am? Can't we just be happy as we are? Just you and me? Without everyone interfering?"
"Why would people interfere?"
"Because of who I am! What I am! Don't play naive; you know why I can't tell you!"
"You're from the dark side, aren't you?"
"And yet from your voice I can tell that doesn't bother you as much as it should. Tell me Harry, what happens when people find out that you're fraternising with the enemy? Do you think they'll still support you? Or do you think they'll send you to Azkaban?"
Harry gulped.
"I'm trying to protect you. If you trust me then you'll let me!"
Harry didn't know how to take that. This boy was his enemy but he said he cared about Harry. This could have been some evil plan, but something about the boy made him doubt that.
Harry stared at the boy for a moment, before deciding what to do. He stood up and walked around the bed until he was standing in front of the boy. He leaned forwards so that his face was mere inches from the intruders, before he smirked and stated "I really don't care what anyone thinks, and I can look after myself. Right now all I want is to know who you are, and once I do I'm going to kiss you. Got that?"
He waited a second and watched the emotions on the boys face change. It looked like the boy was weighing up what Harry had said, and eventually took a deep breath and turned to Harry. He took Harry's hand and asked "Promise you won't freak out?"
"I promise," Harry knew that he wouldn't freak out, no matter what.
The boy took another deep breath before slowly shifting his weight and leaning to the side, so that the light from the moon shone on his face.
Harry blinked a few times, before a huge grin crossed his face. He knew who it was, and he didn't care. In fact for some reason he felt as if he always knew it would be him.
"Do you recognise me? I must look the same as the last time you saw me, but maybe you've forgotten…" Tom looked down
"Hey," Harry reached out and grabbed Tom's chin, before angling it upwards so they were facing. "I could never forget you!"
"So, you're ok? I mean…I'm supposed to be your worst enemy."
"Yes, but-" Harry had to take a second to work out what to say. "There's something about you that makes me trust you. You were there when I needed you, and you're here now. If you wanted to hurt me you could have already, but you haven't. Instead you're cared for me, and…I really do trust you, but I don't know why."
Tom looked away for a second, before looking at Harry again. "I know why, but please don't get cross. I promise I'll tell you everything when the time is right, but for now all you need to know is that I was the one who kidnapped you, and-" Tom broke off again, before continuing in a quiet voice. "I'm the one who ordered you be taken, but I never meant for the car to crash. I'm really sorry…I don't know what to say…"
"Well, the truth is that my uncle and I never really got on. He…well let's just say that I had quite a few broken bones as a child. "
Tom's eyes widened with shock. He was about to say something, when they heard hurried footsteps on the stairs, and someone heading towards the room.
"Hide!" Harry hissed, while trying to get back under the covers of his bed. He only just managed to get under when the door flew open and some people ran in.
"Harry? Ron? Are you ok?" The voice was that of Remus, and it sounded like he was panicking.
Harry pretended that he had just been woken up, and asked what was going on, while Ron just looked bewildered and confused.
"Quick, we gotta get you out of here!"
"Why? What's going on?"
"There's been a mass break-out from Azkaban. Ten death eaters have escaped!"
Harry stood up. He wasn't sure what to do. He felt scared and worried about the break out, but also not so bothered; after all he had just been making out with the dark lord, so what did a couple of death eaters mean to him? If the dark side wanted him killed they would have done it by now.
"Wait," This time it was Ron's turn to speak. "Why do we have to go anywhere? I mean, they're not gonna come here, are they?"
"We don't know what they're going to do, but Dumbledore wanted you all moved to a safer place."
Harry didn't know what to do. Trust Dumbledore to interfere! He knew that when Remus said safer place he meant Hogwarts, and that would mean that Tom couldn't get to him...
"Harry?" He looked up. Sirius was looking at him worried. Ron and Remus had already left, and Harry had been standing completely still, with a look of incomprehension on his face.
"I umm...just wasn't expecting this, that's all. It's been a kinda weird week if you know what I mean" He tried to smile reassuringly, but just didn't have the energy needed. he suddenly felt exhausted.
"It's ok. You've had a tough time, I understand." At that Harry did manage to smile. No matter what happened he still had Sirius, though maybe he wouldn't if what had happened between him and Tom came out...
Sirius put his arm around his godsons shoulders and together they walked down stairs. As soon as they were down stairs Harry was steered over to the fire place, handed a pot of floo powder and shoved inside. He quickly flooed to Hogwarts, and found himself face down in Dumbledore's office, covered in soot and quickly squashed by Sirius who had followed him.
"Oh, sorry Harry!" Sirius quickly stood up, and Harry managed to move just before the others started appearing. He brushed himself down, and turned to look around the office. There was no sign of Dumbledore, but there was the grotesque man who had arrested him, along with Professors Snape and McGonagall, and a girl with bright yellow hair, and orange eyes.
"Finally! We were starting to wonder where you all were!" McGonagall quickly took charge, and as soon as everyone was there addressed everyone. "Professor Dumbledore is at the ministry talking to some people. He asked that Arthur, Tonks, Mad-eye and Remus joined him as soon as you had all arrived safely. Sirius you have to stay here, and would you mind helping me here Molly?" Molly gave a little nod of consent. "Good, well then children follow me, and yes that does include you Percy!" Percy gave a little huff at being called a child, but followed his old teacher.
They were led to the Griffindor tower, where they were told to sit down around the fire. "It's high time we told you about the Order of the Pheonix," McGonagall began, before Molly interupted her.
"What?! Why would they need to know about that? It doesn't even exist any more! And anyway they're to young!"
"Molly calm down. It's just a precaution, but...We have been informed that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named may have risen again. It's only a rumor, but..." She paused here and looked at everyone's faces. Ginny had gone completely white, the twins were staring at her open mouthed, Ron had passed out, and Molly was shaking. Harry, on the other hand, was sitting there perfectly still staring at the fire. she looked at him for a moment longer before continuing. "We have re-established the Order of the Phoenix to help find out whether this rumor is true, and Dumbledore thought it would be best to tell the children, as they have a knack for finding things out anyway." She then continued to tell everyone what the Order of the Phoenix was, though Harry heard none of this.
Harry was too busy thinking about what she had said. Of course Voldermort had risen again, he had seen him! But for some reason being told like that had startled him. It meant that other people knew, and if they knew he was back they would be expecting Harry to fight him, something Harry really didn't want to do!
It also meant that people would be watching Harry very carefully, meaning that he couldn't sneak away to be with Tom.
All in all this was bad.
He had just finished this chain f thought when he heard his name being called. He snapped his head around to where the twins were standing by the stairs.
"You going to bed mate?" They asked together.
"Just a sec." He stood up and walked over to where McGonagall and Molly were talking. "Excuse me, could I ask you something?"
"Of course Mr Potter."
"How is he back? Do they know how he did it? Or what he looks like? Or where he is? Or anything?"
"I'm afraid we don't know, but we think it might have had something to do with your disappearance. As for where he is and what he looks like...we have no idea. I'm sorry."
Harry gave a curt nod and walked up to his room. When he walked in Ron was already asleep. He lay on his bed, and the only thing he could think was: I'm screwed!
ok, i made some changed to this chapter after some feedback from Cursa, so thanx for that. I'm sorry the original was so bad: everything I came up with a good idea my mum would distract me and i'd lose it. Hope you like the changes! Plz review! TTFN