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Disclaimer: Nope. I do not own Harry Potter but the plot is mine.
Chapter Nine Who Lies Within
Tom opened his eyes at last, grimacing at the single ray of sunlight that was beaming through the window. The sunlight hadn't been what had woken him though. He reached out beside him to find the bed cold. Harry was gone and had been for some time so it seemed. That was strange. He looked around the darkened room and finally spotted a figure sitting in the corner of the room.
"Harry?"
There was no answer but he could see a soft light coming from the corner, illuminating the boy's silhouette. Harry was facing away from him. The light flickered out and died, leading him to believe it was a flame of some sort.
"James?" He asked, unsurely.
He had been seeing a little more of the cantankerous smoker ever since his first appearance. He seemed to be the one with all of the answers, whether he would answer them or just string them along was another story. He watched Harry move over to him in the dark and instantly became on guard. This wasn't the childish Harry he had been seeing or James. This piece moved in a slow, sensual stride that made Tom shift alittle in the bed. His heart nearly stopped when Harry crawled over the covers, coming up to straddle his hips and pinning Tom's hands with his knees. The Dark Lord winced at the uncomfortable position but was alittle more distracted by the knife that Harry now had holding up to the light, gleaming in the sun. He held the blade up to his throat and Tom could finally see the boy in the sparse light falling across his face. Harry had a sly, seductive smirk on his face.
"You're so pretty, I'd hate to have to carve up that gorgeous face, but I will if you do not answer my questions immediately. Who are you and how did I get to this place? Where is here and why the fuck did I wake up beside you in bed?!" He hissed venomously but kept his face cool and impassive, the hint of a smirk always teasing the edge of his lips.
Tom winced. Oh yea. This was definitely not his Harry or James.
"May I know you name first? It is important." Tom said, grimacing at the sting of the blade on his neck.
He sincerely hope this didn't happen often. How many personalities did Harry have, anyways? The piece huffed but did not remove his weapon.
" Matthias."
Tom sighed, shifting uncomfortably beneath the luscious teen. It was hard to imagine this sensuous creature above him as a piece of his innocent little Harry.
"I'm the Dark Lord Voldemort, but you may call me Tom. You've been here for several weeks now. Perhaps we should discuss this when I am alittle more clothed and over some breakfast?"
Matthias gave him a slow lazy smile and grinded down alittle, victoriously earning a horrified look from Tom and a small groan.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" Matthias purred silkily, piercing Tom with a glance full of vindictive pleasure.
"Well, you are sitting on my hands. That's alittle rude."
"That's not all I'm sitting on. Answer." He said, all humor leaving his expression and he dug the knife in once more.
The Dark Lord sighed. This was definitely not the way to start the day. He hadn't even had any coffee yet!
"You would never believe my words. Let me show you my memory. My pensieve is the desk there. Summon it and I will show you."
Matthias gave him a distrustful glance but did as he instructed, allowing the man a hand free to place the memory in the bowl. Matthias kept the knife poised at Tom's throat with a practiced ease while he dipped his head inside, watching the scene from just one week ago. When he returned, his green eyes were disturbed. He shook his head as if to clear it but then frowned.
"This is…impossible. I am…ME! I am me! I-" He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, "I have my own feelings and like and dislikes, I can't be just a bit of someone else. I think I would have noticed by now. I mean…" His voice was slightly shaky. He gave Tom a once over before freeing his hands at last but keeping his place on top of him. "This just…fucking blows."
"I couldn't have said it better myself."
Matthias looked down at him with a more practiced eye now and grinned.
"Well at least I woke up in bed with infinitely better company."
Severus Snape knew that something was different when Harry came down the stairs that morning wearing fishnet beneath his black wife beater and pants that looked like they had been painted on. He was speaking softly with Tom, a frown on his face. He sighed and nearly banged his head on Moste Potente Potions. Lucius saw and smirked at him out of the corner of his eye.
"Matthias, this is Severus Snape, our resident Potions Master, Lucius Malfoy, and Bellatrix Lestrange. Bella is Harry's adoptive mother. They are the people that are taking care of you, Harry and James."
Matthias nodded to each of them in turn and was silent for a moment while Tom showed him to his seat. At last, he looked up at the four who were staring at him as if he had grown a second head and at the towel being pressed to Tom's neck to clean off the blood from his blade.
"Ok, I won't lie. This is really fucking weird. Like...Twilight Zone weird."
Tom snorted, obviously the only one who caught the reference.
"You have no idea."
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