Author's Note: Things will be accomplished in this chapter. ;)
Warnings: Nothing to worry about, you know just slash.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
Harry watched as Veles laid on top of Nagini basking in the heat with his new found friend, a smile reaching his lips. "I killed Mundungus Fletcher today, well more like Veles killed him and I just carved a nice little message into his chest." He said quietly, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere. Tom's eyebrows raised, "I see, he was a member of the Order, correct?" Harry nodded, "Yes, quite horrible too, a nasty little thief." Tom chuckled, "A perfect target then." Harry glanced over at him a wide grin on his face, "You know it!" He chirped. Tom shook his head, "Honestly, sometimes I don't know how to feel about you." Harry lounged back, "Hmm, maybe amazed at how quickly my personality can change." He offered, causing Tom to laugh. "That does seem like a very high possibility."
"How long do you think before they find his body?" Tom asked. Harry tilted his head, "Probably around a week, maybe sooner," he turned his body to face Tom, "I'm not really sure how often they have meetings." Tom clasped his hands together, "I see. The message?" Harry grinned, "Just told them I'm Blade and they have one more person to fear." Tom nodded, "Good, will you be going out more often? For more hunting?" He asked smirking. Harry laughed, "Indeed, not everyday, but as soon as they find Mundungus' body I'll go find someone else." Tom sat up straighter, ready to stand, "Join me for lunch?" Harry stood, "Sure. I must admit I am quite hungry."
The house elves had made simple sandwiches, with soup as their starter. Harry took a bite, "These are good. Who knew sandwiches could be this good." Tom chuckled, "I'm glad you like it." Harry smiled at him from behind his sandwich, "Don't you like them too?" Tom looked down at his lunch, "I suppose." Then he began to finish his food, Harry following suit. A house elf popped into the dining room and collected the dishes, bowing he left. "How about we go walk in the garden?" Tom offered. Harry grinned, "Alright." They walked out of the manor and calmly began going through the garden.
"Do you plan on going back to Hogwarts? Under glamours, of course." Tom asked his hands clasped behind his back. Harry caressed a petal of a red rose, "No, I don't think I will. I'm smarter than I seem, I studied in the Room of Requirement when my dorm mates were asleep. I dumbed myself down on assignments and tests, so the teachers and other students never suspected a thing. Plus, I don't particularly care for graduating, officially." He finished. Tom looked at him, "You don't think it will be beneficial to be close to Dumbledore?" Harry shook his head, "No, once I get to the twins, I'll know what's going on in the meetings. That will be the closest I could get to Dumbledore, without actually having to interact with the old coot myself." Tom nodded, "Yes, nobody would want prolonged interactions with him." Harry laughed, but sobered quickly, "I'm not a nuisance, right? Is this you hinting at me leaving, do you not want me around anymore?" Tom turned quickly, "No! You can stay. I," Tom broke off hesitantly, " enjoy your company, it's nice having you here." He looked away now, embarrassed.
Harry studied Tom's profile, stepping closer to the man now almost chest to chest, he placed his hand on Tom's cheek turning his face so that they were looking into each other's eyes. Before he knew what he was doing his lips were on Tom's, Tom tensed but relaxed shortly after returning the kiss. Tom cupped the back of Harry's neck his other hand caressing Harry's cheek, much like what Harry was doing to his own. Pulling away he rested his forehead against Harry's, "Well, I guess that answers my question on whether or not you returned my feelings." Tom said, Harry chuckled. "I'm a bit surprised I did it. I knew I liked you, but I didn't think I would muster up the courage to actually pursue it." Tom leaned down and pecked him on the lips, "I'm glad you did." Harry smiled, "So am I. You're a good kisser, did you know that?" Tom laughed, his eyes sparkling, "I was unaware, but it's good to know."
Harry pulled away slightly, Tom grabbed his hand and they continued their little journey through the garden. "I'm curious, how did you end up liking me?" Harry asked, his grip tightening slightly from nerves. Tom moved his thumb over Harry's palm, "No need to be nervous Harry. I suppose I was attracted to your power at first, but getting to know you better, with all your personalities I find myself happy when your around. Of course, you are also smart and very handsome." Tom finished kissing his temple. Harry blushed, "Very charming, seems we even like the same things, because that is almost exactly how I found myself falling for you." He chuckled. Tom smirked, "Indeed?" Harry nodded.
"I called for a meeting with my elite, they'll be here in a couple hours. I plan on informing them on passing some more laws and organize a few raids." Tom said as they headed back to the manor. "Ooh, fun. I do like Lucius." Harry said pulling open the door. Tom laughed, "Don't be too mean to him, he is one of my best, has a good placement in the ministry." Harry turned around a mock look of hurt on his face, "I would never, simply, a little bit of fun." He raised his hand, his index finger and thumb showing how little he meant. Tom shook his head in amusement, "Yes, yes." Harry jumped along the hall his arms swinging next to him, Tom following calmly behind him a smile on his face. I don't think this was a mistake, after all.
Harry led Tom to the duelling room, "Train with me?" He asked, looking excited. "What kind of training?" Tom asked, apprehensive. "Hmm, hand-to-hand combat?" Harry suggested. Tom raised an eyebrow, "I'm not very good at it, but I guess I can try." He said finally. Harry grinned, "I'm not good either, but that is why I'm calling it training, plus it's a good work out." Tom sighed, "Yes, that is true." Tom adjusted his stance, he now had his arms held loosely in front of him, his legs apart but firm. Harry also took a fighting stance, his arms were held a bit closer to his body and he was slightly crouched, ready to spring into action.
Tom swung out his left leg, aiming for bending Harry's knee forward so he would fall. Harry leaped backwards, just barely dodging the leg, wide-eyed he looked at Tom who was smirking, "Not good?" He asked in disbelief. Tom laughed, "Okay, I might be a bit better than I made myself out to be." He said and shrugged. Harry shook his head and rushed forward aiming a punch to Tom's jaw, Tom leaned back and slammed his own fist into Harry's stomach, Harry let out a grunt and backed away. Raising his head his eyes narrowed, he kicked his leg up hoping to get Tom on the side of his head, Tom just caught his ankle and threw him onto the floor. Harry pushed himself up and blocked an oncoming punch with his forearm, with his free arm he punched Tom in the shoulder. Tom grunted softly, "Well, at least you aren't weak." He teased stepping away from Harry. Harry smirked, "Nope, we are both very fast too, so that helps."
Tom and Harry continued fighting for another hour, sweaty and panting they laid on the floor. "For not fighting all that frequently you are pretty good at it, Harry." Tom said tilting his head to the side to see Harry. Harry looked back at him, "I guess I learned some things over the years." Tom frowned, "From who?" Harry looked back at the ceiling, "My cousin and his friends." He shrugged, "It doesn't matter now." Tom grimaced, "Your childhood, it was horrible." Harry laughed, "Yeah, it was. They got what they deserved though." He pushed himself up and sat cross-legged beside Tom. "Tell me about yours?" Harry asked. Tom looked into those green eyes and sighed, "If you want to know." Harry nodded excitedly.
Tom sat up, "Let's see. My mother, Merope Gaunt, was a witch. My father, Tom Riddle, was a muggle, he abandoned my mother after she stopped using love potions to keep him with her, she thought that he would still love her, but that didn't happen. Then she died, only living long enough to name me after the bastard and leave me at the orphanage." He stopped, taking a deep breath. Harry reached out and took one of his hands in his own, smiling at him. Tom smiled back and continued, "The kids hated me, the caretakers ignored me, and I just loathed being there. I would hurt the kids that bothered me and soon people were scared of me, I was fine with that because that meant they would leave me alone. I found out animals listened to me and I was able to mostly control my magic, though at the time I didn't know what it was. Dumbledore came later, I told him I could speak to snakes then, that was my first mistake," Harry watched Tom's face carefully, as he spoke he saw hate, anger, disgust, and a lot of other emotions pass through the red eyes. "I was excited when I started Hogwarts, happy to learn how to harness my powers. Dumbledore, of course, was a pain in my ass, all the other teachers loved me, he was the only one that didn't trust me and was constantly watching me. Bothersome, I opened the Chamber of Secrets in my sixth year and blamed it on another boy, Rubeus Hagrid, a girl was killed and it would have looked bad if it led back to me." Harry laughed, "Hagrid. That's why he was expelled from school?" Tom nodded, "Yes, you know him?" Harry smiled, "Yeah, he is the gamekeeper at Hogwarts." Tom hummed, "That's right, I had forgotten about that." Harry chuckled.
"I killed my father and grandparents, framed it on my uncle and he was sent to Azkaban. I worked for a short time at Borgin and Burke's, applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post twice, Dumbledore not allowing me. That was my childhood, leading into my early adulthood." Tom finished. Harry looked at him in surprise, "You were going to be a professor?" Tom nodded, "Yes, it was something I actually enjoyed doing, teaching others." Harry closed his mouth, "I can see that. Wow, you probably would have been my professor if they had accepted you." He whispered. Tom blinked, "I hadn't even thought about that, but it is likely I would have been." Harry smiled, "You would have been one hot teacher." Tom laughed, "I don't think I would have looked like this, but I did age nicely." He said smirking.
Dumbledore had called another meeting, wanting updates frequently. "We haven't made any progress. If Harry is innocent, it doesn't look like we'll be able to help him get out of Azkaban anytime soon." Tonks reported. "I'm sure you'll find something soon, just go over everything in more detail." Dumbledore told them. He looked around the room, "Where is Mundungus?" He asked. Remus scowled, "Who cares? I don't even know why he is part of the Order Dumbledore, he is pathetic." Dumbledore sighed, "Come now, Remus. He is a valued member." He said smiling. A few other members snorted, "Right." One mumbled and he heard the twins snicker. "Well, if he doesn't show up for the next meeting we will send somebody for him." Dumbledore said, silencing everyone. "Now, does anyone have anything else to report?" He asked, looking at the rest of the members. They all shook their heads in the negative, "Then I will see you all tomorrow. Have a good night." And Dumbledore flooed back to his office. The members shook their heads, "Sometimes I wonder why that man is the leader." One man muttered and got a few nods in return. Snape glowered at all of them and apparated away. The twins grinned at each other and departed after waving goodbye to Remus.
Harry and Tom had gone to their bedrooms and showered, preparing themselves for the Death Eaters that would arrive shortly. In the shower, Harry smiled. I'm the Dark Lord's partner, his equal. I would love to see Dumbledore's face when I tell him that! Harry laughed and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower he slipped on the clothes that he had on the counter. Another set of black leather pants, a black tank top, a black robe, and finally his Death Eater cloak. He slipped on his boots too, the mask he left off for now, knowing the elite wouldn't arrive at the manor for at least two more hours. He made his way to Tom's room and knocked on the door, getting no reply he shrugged and stepped into the room. He heard the shower running and grinned, plopping onto the bed he waited.
Author's Note: I was going to make this longer, but things came up. Sorry! The next chapter should be up tomorrow, if not the day after tomorrow.