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Chapter Ten

Harry was doing a puzzle at the breakfast table curiously while Severus, Elyse and Lucius talked about what they were now calling his "case". Tom was helping the boy out and thinking over his ward's different sides. He had met the all knowing James, and the sensual Matthias. Merlin, had he met Matthias. Ever since his arrival the teen had spent his time trying to molest Tom. He had made a sort of odd game out of it. Now his little Harry was back and they were just waiting with bated breath to see when the next would show up. Severus had instructed them to check for each piece's trigger. They weren't sure exactly what had caused Matthias's trigger. Tom had to admit he was alittle afraid to know, with that one. Matthias made him alittle more than uncomfortable. Alittle to warm for public. They had yet to see the true Harry that had been at the Dursley's home. They had deduce that that was the piece of Harry that was closest to his whole self, but it seemed as if he was in some sort of psychological coma. Tom sighed and sipped his tea, watching the teen try and put a piece of the puzzle in that didn't fit. Harry's eyes flashed in annoyance and aggravation and Tom quickly reached over to help him find the correct place. There was no need to excite another more vicious side of him.

"So, I've come to the conclusion that since each piece is a fragment of Harry himself, then they are all based upon aspects of himself. Especially personality aspects. There is Harry himself, his younger childhood version, there is James the future Harry as based on the Horcrux inside him, and there is Matthias, who obviously centers around Harry's more sexual nature." At this the vampire sent the glowering Dark Lord a smirk.

Harry's head tilted at the sound of his name but when no response was given he curled up in Tom's lap and proceeded to do his puzzle happily, occasionally sipping the orange juice that had been ordered for him out of his lidded straw cup. Younger Harry, they had learned very quickly was subject to spills, just like any other child. Tom ran his hands through the soft but thin black hair. He could feel every bone in the boy's body when he held him. Harry wasn't doing well with his food transitioning. The most solid thing he would eat was a half a piece of toast. This was worrying to the Dark Lord. His stint with Matthias had brought about the unfortunate lust he had for his clinically insane ward and had reminded him that he intended to make Harry his Consort. Matthias had not tried to molest any of the other men or woman though so perhaps subconsciously, Harry did hold some desire for him. Even James had alluded to Harry's feelings for him. Just as these thoughts flew through his head, little Harry leaned up and gave his chin a small kiss.

"You look so serious, Tom." He felt his head, his tongue sticking out in thought. "Are you sick?"

He chuckled.

"No, Harry. I'm quite well, thank you."

The newspaper was lying abandoned from where Harry had scribbled all over the now irate men in the pictures with his crayons that Lucius had brought him. July 29. Harry would be turning fifteen in just two days. Hm. Perhaps a party was in order?

Harry ran ahead of them in the halls, randomly opening doors and giggling when he happened to open one that contained some unfortunate and now rather mortified soul. He usually stumbled across Death Eaters training or, once, the changing rooms and showers used after training was over. The Death of Barty Crouch Jr. had been all but brushed aside. His younger self walked beside him, occasionally grinning at Harry's antics.

"He is rather remarkable, isn't he?" Tom asked, watching in wonderment as Harry teased a suit of armor further down the hall.

"Yes. He's all we've ever wanted in a Consort. The little brat is slippery as an eel but he's kind and thoughtful as well. Sharp as an axe too." His younger self replied.

Harry was smart. He had managed to talk even Severus into giving him an extra piece of candy the other day. When the potion's master realized he had been had he had been mortified. Ahead, Harry had stopped suddenly in the hall and slumped against a wall. His eyes were glazed over and his body slack.

"Harry? Are you well?" Riddle called, frowning in concern.

The teen looked up, his eyes still gazing at everything and nothing. Was he sick or was this a new piece? Harry didn't seem to recognize them for he started walking down the halls leisurely, his arms wrapped around himself. Tom and Riddle shared a dubious glance and followed the boy calmly.

"Harry are you well?"

Harry looked at them acknowledging their presence but did not say anything. His eyes seemed to have a mirror like quality. As if what he were seeing was not the same thing that they saw. He continued down the hall until he came to a small broom closet. Without a word, he crawled inside and locked the door behind him. Riddle sighed.

"I'll stay here. You go fetch Harry's team."

Tom was able to gather Severus, Elyse and Lucius rather quickly actually and they were all assembled outside the broom closet in record time.

"He just locked himself in?" Lucius asked, one elegant eyebrow raised.

"Yes."

"It sounds like another personality coming to the front although I admit I have never quite heard of anything like this." Elyse said curiously.

Severus scowled.

"Harry Potter always manages to blow everything that should and shouldn't be possible out of the water. Of course you haven't heard of anything like this! Harry lived in a cupboard up until he received his Hogwarts letter. Perhaps this is some parallel of that?"

"It's very likely."

Tom sighed and placed a hand on the door, wandlessly breaking the lock. The door came open immediately and he peaked inside. Harry was sitting on the floor, his bony knees brought up to his chest. He seemed almost unconscious, like a sleep walker. The boy looked up at him through sightless eyes. Even disturbingly empty, they were still beautiful. He held out a hand to the teen. Harry merely stared at it as if he were confused by its presence for a moment before taking it and letting Tom pull him to his feet. They never did manage to get Harry to say a single thing.