A/N: Hey everyone! It's me, Tragic-Vanity here with chapter 9. I'm sorry to say I can no longer promise regular updates. I promise not to abandon this fic. My life's just hectic. But as long as people enjoy reading this story, I'll continue to write it. So please continue to show your support! It encourages me to write! I'm excited winter break is almost here! I can't wait to write! So please enjoy chapter 9. It's unbetad and unedited, but I thought you all might like something. Enjoy!

Summary: Some things are not always as they seem. Light is not always good and dark is not always evil. Harry finds out to he has been lied to and joins Voldemort in revealing Dumbledore's lies to world. Harry and Voldemort's goal of world domination is something they're just keeping to themselves for the moment. The world is in for a shock. TMR/HP, Tom/Harry, or whatever you wanna call it.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world does not belong to me! It belongs to a genius named J.K. Rowling –bows down- However, the plot and any oc's are mine!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, self-injury, language, and violence (all non-graphic). Abuse is not acceptable in anyway, shape, or form. I'm fortunate not to have ever experienced it. Any writing about such is based purely on what I think may be possible.

Notes: You're going to need these, cause I changed some formatting styles for this and all future chapters.

"Speaking"

"Mental thoughts between bonds"

§Parseltongue§

Reader Questions:

Q:Did Harry kill Vernon without a wand?

A: Ahahaha . . . Oops . . Well, umm, no. He used his wand. I just forgot to write about him having it on him on the time. Would've been cool if he did though -Is killed by the ghost of Vernon- Oi! Get away from me stupid bugger! –swats ghost-

Last Time:

"Merlin," said Bill at last, "What the hell caused You-Know-Who to save Harry?"

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Chapter Nine:Securus Ara

Petunia shrugged, and gave a faint smile. "I haven't the faintest idea, Bill."

"And where do you come into this event, Lords Evans?" asked Dumbledore.

Tom sipped his tea before answering, "I was actually going to try and acquaint myself with my relatives. I suddenly sensed a fading core and a weakening magical signature." Several gasps followed this remark.

Dumbledore looked incredulous, "Lord Evans, you can sense cores and signatures?"

Tom nodded before continuing, "Yes. Anyway, I immediately tore into the house where, as mentioned in the letter, I saw Petunia holding Harry while blood dripped from him. The dark lord was torturing Dursley. Suddenly, he apparated taking all of us with him. Once we arrived wherever he took us, he placed a stabilizing charm on Harry and turned to kill Vernon. I seized this opportunity to apparate myself, Petunia, Harry and Dudley. We've been here ever since."

As Tom finished his tale, a silence settled over the adults.

"This . . . This is amazing," said Molly at last, "Thank you, Lord Evans. Thank you for saving them."

Tom smiled, "Please, call me Tom. And it's honestly nothing; Petunia, Dudley and Harry are my family. I would do anything for them."


While the adults were being entertained and conversing amongst themselves, Harry gathered the teenagers and made off to his private quarters. In his sitting room, Harry gestured for his friends to sit as he sprawled out on an over-stuffed armchair. Ron and the twins sloppily placed themselves on the couch. Ginny rolled her eyes and sat on a pillow, leaning against a couch leg. Hermione sat primly next to Ron. Dudley, wary of everyone, sat on an armchair off to the side.

"Ok," started Ron, "Tell us what's up. How did you meet up with this Tom fellow really? Obviously, you're lying."

"Yes, do tell Harry," said Hermione rather crossly, "You had us worried! Dear Merlin, I thought the twins were going to off themselves!"

Harry raised an eyebrow and glanced over to the redheaded boys. They shrugged, small grins on their faces.

"Don't worry about it-"

"Harry. We'll tell you-"

"Later!" They finished in unison.

Hermione huffed, "Anyway, what's going on?!"

"Whoa . . . Calm down there, Hermione. No need to get your panties in a twist," said Harry laughing. Ginny sniggered and Hermione shot her an icy stare. "To answer your question," said Harry, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Why don't you ask Ginny?" Immediately, the twins jumped off the couch and surrounded their little sister.

"Yes, do tell little sister-" started George.

"What you know-" finished Fred.

"Or we'll tickle you to death!" they proclaimed together.

"No!" shrieked Ginny in between giggles as the twins tickled her, "I swear! I haven't the faintest idea what Harry's talking about!"

Harry smirked, "Oh yes you do, Miss Ginny Weasley. Maybe your memory needs a little help."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Harry, what are you-"

Hermione was interrupted by Harry's incantation of "finite oblivate". The white beam of light that emitted from Harry's wand struck Ginny squarely on her chest. Ron roared and tried to take down Harry. He successfully managed to pin the raven-haired teenager to the floor and pointed his wand at Harry's head.

"What the hell did you do to my sister?!" he demanded breathing heavily. Harry was unable to answer; the wind had been knocked out of his tiny frame when Ron had taken him down. Suddenly, Dudley loomed over Ron.

"Get off Harry, you bastard," he said confidently, "You knocked the wind out of him, you idiot." He shoved Ron to the side, and carefully lifted Harry so he sat up. "All right there, four eyes?" he asked.

Harry smirked, then let out a moan of pain as he grabbed his head. Dudley looked at him, a hint of worry in his eyes. Harry waved him away, "I'm fine. Just a slight headache. Anyway, back to Ginny. She's fine, Ron. I just released some memories that had been bound within her mind."

Hermione gave Harry a worried glance. "Bound?" she inquired, "Who would bind Ginny's memories?" Harry shrugged, choosing not to answer her. Carefully, Fred picked up his sister. Ginny blinked her eyes owlishly.

"Are you alright?" asked Ron in a worried tone. Ginny nodded before her eyes went wide.

"Oh, Merlin . . . " she moaned, "Harry is- Oh my god, is this for real?" Harry nodded sadly before embracing the red haired girl. Everyone else stared with curious looks on their faces. "Harry, can I talk to you for a moment? Privately?" she asked.

"Could you all give us a moment please? Dudley, why don't you take them to the terrace?' asked Harry. Dudley nodded before leading everyone out.

As soon as the door shut, Ginny started shooting questions.

"Harry, what the hell is with those memories?" she demanded, "They don't add up. Why would Dumbledore tamper with them?" She gasped suddenly. "Lord Evans . . . He's Tom isn't he? I knew his eyes were familiar! Harry, what's going on?!"

"Shh . . ." whispered Harry. He summoned a penseive, "Look at my memories. It's the easiest way to explain." Ginny nodded and submerged herself in the memories. Minutes passed and she finally returned.

"Merlin, Harry," she said, "What fools we all are." She hugged him tightly, "You're like a big brother to me, Harry, and I'll always support you. And if it means turning to the dark, so be it."

"I don't know if I'm dark or not," whispered Harry, "I'm not really sure of anything, honestly."

Ginny merely smiled, "You'll figure out Harry. Good luck with Tom, he really seems to care about you. Nice catch, Harry."

Harry blushed, "Yes, well . . . The others must be getting worried! Dudley, you all can come back in!"

Immediately, everyone crowded back in.

"Tell us, Ginny!" demanded the twins.

She smiled secretly, "No can do."

"I'll tell you all another time," said Harry, "Soon. I promise."

The others did not seem happy with this arrangement but accepted it anyway. With that, they returned downstairs to rejoin the party.

XOXOXOXOXO

The party was fun and Harry thoroughly enjoyed himself. The gifts were fabulous and the games fun. Even the adults joined in. Unsurprisingly, Sirius was the biggest kid of them all. Laughter echoed throughout the manor. Dudley got along with the teens, his easy-going manner and funny personality made him quite likeable.

Petunia and Molly got along famously. They talked about Harry and clothes and such. In the end, they ended up swapping various recipes and sewing tips. All too soon, the day passed. A clock struck and Arthur looked up.

"Good Merlin, is that the time?" he exclaimed, "Molly we need to leave. I have work tomorrow." Bill and Charlie nodded, they had work as well. The party moved towards the door. Hugs, handshakes, and farewells flew around the air. An open invitation was issued to the Weasley's and Hermione as well. With that, the Weasley's plus Hermione and the Albus crowded into one carriage and left to the gatehouse from where they would floo or apparate to their destinations.

Sirius and Remus were the next to leave. The animagus couldn't resist embracing his only godson once more.

"Siri . . ." murmured Harry, "I've missed you."

"Me too, Harry. But I'll visit you often, I promise. You're no longer held by Vernon. I can see you whenever Tom allows."

"Which," interjected Tom, "Will be whenever you feel the need to Mr. Black."

"Please, call me Sirius," said the animagus, "Thank you so much, Tom. Thank you for saving Harry." Sirius gave Harry one last bear hug before turning Harry over to Remus. The werewolf grabbed Harry into a hug.

"Keep safe," he murmured, "We'll see you soon."

Remus and Sirius walked out the door. Just as the door was shutting, Sirius turned.

"We love you, Harry," he said smiling, "We'll see you soon." And with that, the door shut.

Now only Snape was left. Petunia and Dudley had been filled in on the situation with the potions master. Petunia had actually recognized him from the few times Lily had played with him in their childhood.

Snape turned to leave. Surprisingly, he had been polite and civil to Petunia. "Thank you, Lord Evans, for your hospitality this day. Although I must admit, I was surprised to find myself invited to this . . ." the potions master seemed to grab for the correct word, "party. I'd like to be as bold as to inquire why my presence was requested here."

Petunia and Dudley stepped back, knowing this was Tom's matter to handle. The dark lord smiled evilly and morphed into his Voldemort guise. All color left his skin and his features became snake-like. His eyes burned like fire. Snape gasped as he saw Voldemort emerge.

"My lord," he said in a surprised tone, instantly kneeling on one knee to show respect and submission.

"Rise, Severus," said Tom quietly. The potions master did as he was bid. "The time has come, Severus, for the fall of the light. All that was lost fourteen years ago is now ours," he said gesturing to Harry. Harry took this as his cue to step forward.

"He knows?" asked Severus, "He knows the truth?"

Voldemort nodded, "He does. We are now planning to take back Sirius and Remus. We will rise again, Severus. Will you be with us?" He extended his long, slender hand to the potions master. Snape took it and bowed,

"My loyalty is too you, my lord," he murmured. He turned to Harry, "And you as well . . ."

"The Prince," interjected Voldemort.

Severus smiled, "My Prince, you have my loyalty." And with that the potions master left. Harry stood still and Voldemort changed back to Tom.

"The Prince?" he asked in a whispered voice, "What does that mean?"

Tom grinned evilly, "It means the dark lord has a new ally, one the light should fear. An unknown enemy with unknown loyalties is always feared. And that is what you will be."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Everyone had left. Petunia was in her rooms with Dudley, most likely playing cards. A cool, night breeze blew through the evening wind, creating a chilly air that permeated throughout the manor.

Harry was curled up on a comfy armchair in the library. A cheery fire danced as he slowly turned the page of a book, drinking in every word of the tome. Anything in this book could be useful. It was a history of various wizarding families. Petunia, Tom, and Harry had the sneaking suspicion that the Evans line actually was indeed a wizarding family or a branch of one. If it was, the knowledge could prove invaluable for swaying the public's opinion of Dumbledore. If it was found that Dumbledore had kept a wizarding family from their powers . . . well the public would be less than happy to say the least.

An old grandfather clock chimed ten o'clock, the sound reverberating around the room. It was odd having Ginny know who Tom truly was, Voldemort that is. She had taken it calmly and without question, although she did demand a private meeting at a later date wit Harry and Tom. Harry couldn't say no to the girl who he considered to be a little sister to him. It didn't hurt that said witch was in possession of the legendary temper that seemed to accompany all red-haired women.

He hadn't asked Tom if the demand was all right, a fact that worried Harry. Tom was in charge of the dark side of the war, not Harry. In fact . . . What was his place in the war? What would Tom require of him? Would he be a Death Eater? Would he have to take the mark? And if he didn't . . . What would Tom do?

Methodically, Harry shut the book and continued to muse. Since his birth, his so-called destiny had been to bring about the downfall of Voldemort. That burden had now been lifted from him. What was his destiny now? Tom had said they would win the war together. But . . . Would he be allowed to return to Hogwarts? What would Tom make him do? Harry knew the basic overview of the plans yet he was scared. When Tom planned everything, the world had seemed already in their grasp. For the first time, the future seemed so uncertain.

Harry felt so alone and confused. He had no one, not even Tom. He was broken, used and dirty. Harry let out an anguished shriek as memories rose in his mind. Tom was probably just trying to appease Harry for his own personal gain. Petunia and Dudley were starting a new life together. Petunia didn't need him. And Dudley probably hated him for murdering Vernon.

Harry felt his chest constrict. He had murdered someone, stolen their life. He shuddered. The worst part had been he enjoyed it. He had enjoyed the light leaving the bastard's face, his dying screams. And Harry wanted more of it. What was wrong with him? He truly was a freak.

Aside from Ginny, no one really knew what was really going on. Where did he fit in all of this? Vernon was right. He truly was good-for-nothing, worthless, a freak. No one needed him. No one. His existence was worthless, merely a burden to others. His living had caused the death of Lily, James, and Cedric. Aunt Petunia and Dudley had suffered. Sirius and Remus had their memories stolen and Tom had lost his body.

Tom . . .

So many things about the man were still confusing. Harry still expected Tom to become cruel again, the merciless dark lord. This was merely a dream, a façade he never wanted to awake from.

'It shouldn't matter, it shouldn't matter

I shouldn't care, I shouldn't care

I'm worthless, violated, a burden

Be numb, be numb, be numb, BE NUMB'

"God damn!"

It wasn't working. His mantra wasn't working! He wanted to scream. So many thoughts swirled around in his head, each more confusing than the last.

They needed to be gone.

They needed to be GONE!

Harry abruptly ran from the room. He tore down the darkened hallways. The walls seemed to close in on him, creating a claustrophobic effect. Suddenly, he stumbled yet kept running, panic written all over his face and his mind racing. He flung open the door to his rooms and ran straight towards his trunk. He threw things around crazily, searching desperately for something.

Suddenly, his movements slowed. No longer were they erratic. They were deliberate and graceful. He raised something and moonlight glinted off of something silver. It was a razor blade, deadly sharp and delicate. He dragged its sharp edge slowly across a finger and winced when it cut his flesh. He smiled, a deranged creeping slowly up his face. He brought the blade slowly across his wrist. A small sigh of relief passed his lips as the delicate skin on his wrist was sliced open. Drops of crimson blood seeped from the thin line, the dark red liquid a sharp contrast to his pale white skin.

He let out a sigh as the sharp pain cleared his anguish. But as soon as it left, the overwhelming sinking feeling of despair returned at lest ten times stronger than before. Gritting his teeth, he struck again. The pain . . . It felt so good, an instantaneous release, a quick fix to all his problems. The morbid sense of satisfaction he gained from his bleeding forearm scared him slightly, but Harry pushed the warning thought to the back of his mind.

He let a gasp out as he cut again. This cut was much deeper. Blood seemed to gush and Harry felt dizziness come upon him. He slumped against the wall, the razor falling to the blood soaked carpet. Red liquid ran down Harry's hand, a free-flowing stream of sorrow. He wasn't going to die, Harry knew that. He pushed the panic away and relished in the peaceful feeling that rushed towards him. His eyelids felt so very heavy. They fluttered shut and Harry softly fell onto his back. He laid peacefully in a deathly repose, the blood creating a stain in the carpet that seemed to blossom from the teen.

The last conscious thought to run through Harry's mind was, 'What would Tom think?'

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Parchments lay scattered about. Books had been carelessly thrown to the floor. A single lamp burned, providing light for the solitary figure in the darkened room. Tom sat at his desk, he head resting in a hand. Their had to be information in this damn book, something that led him closer to the answers he desperately sought for.

In frustration, the dark lord threw the book to the floor. There was nothing in the damn text that could possibly help Harry and his psychological being. The abuse the raven-haired teen had received from Vernon was devastating, and the impact unknown. Tom had the sinking feeling that Harry hadn't told him the extent of the damage. Just by sensing Harry's core, Tom could feel something was off. His core was gradually growing darker. His aura had already turned completely black.

Black in the world of aura and cores was never a good thing. A black aura represented the worst of mankind, someone who had given up, their soul having been violated and broken. It was not uncommon among victims of torture and abuse. A black aura was curable if noticed in time. A black core was an entirely different matter. Black cores represented death and broken, shattered souls. Slowly, Harry's core was becoming black.

The teen had been abused, sexually, physically, and emotionally. This made the black aura more than understandable. But the core gradually becoming blacker . . . Harry wasn't dying, for he was in good health despite his malnutrition. His soul wasn't being consumed by a demontor.

Tom was left with only one possibility and he felt his entire being harden as the puzzle pieces fell into place. Victims of rape . . . It was not uncommon for their cores to become black. They would lose there magical potential, all hope and eventually fall into a coma. Rape had never been used as a weapon of war by any witch or wizard. The consequences were too devastating. The affects were always the same unless counseling and professional aid was given to victim quickly.

Harry had been raped. His core was darkening. Tom could tell the teen had been weakening lately, he could see through the teen's façade.

One of Harry's thoughts ran through his mind, 'What would Tom think?'

Tom immediately perked up. What was Harry up to? Tom gasped as Harry's core, aura, and entire being turned black and started the fade.

Harry was dying.

Throwing everything aside, Tom ran from the room, trying to focus on Harry's fading being to locate him. Arriving at the teen's rooms, the dark lord flung open the door. The sight that met his eyes made his heart sink. Harry was lying deathly still amidst blood stained carpet. A razor lay to his side and blood came from his wrist. Harry wasn't dead. Yet.

Thinking quickly and throwing his panic aside, Tom worked quickly. Hurriedly, he muttered spells causing the skin to heal. Others repaired the blood vessels destroyed and the artery that had bursted.

"Damnit," cursed Tom Sweat ran down his forehead and he wiped it away. How could he have not seen this sooner? Having stopped the bleeding, Tom summoned a blood-replenishing potion. Gently, he propped Harry up in his arms, not caring that the teen's blood was starting to soak his own robes. He uncorked the bottle that appeared and helped coax it down the unconscious teen's throat. By reflex, Harry swallowed.

Tom gave a sigh of relief, knowing he had done everything he could. Carefully he embraced the raven-haired teen.

"Oh Harry," said the dark lord sadly, "Why does fate treat you this way?

XOXOXOXO

The next morning Dumbledore was surprised to find a note lying on his desk. The message was short, clear, and chilling.

Dumbledore,

The tower built from your grave follies is crumbling. Beware.

It was unsigned.

XOXOXOXOX

A/N: So chapter 9 done. Sorry it's so short __ In the next chapters, I hope things will pick up. Please give me ideas and suggestions. And ask any questions! I'm more than happy to answer them! Thank you for reading my story. I really hope you all enjoy it ^__^ Until the next time, love and kisses!