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~~~Chapter Ten~~~Your Taunting Smirk Behind The Glass

Harrison stirred in his sleep, his mind filled with a fog. His emerald eyes stared around the Slytherin dorms groggily, looking for the source of his waking. Blaise sleeping soundly in his bed, the other boys likewise asnooze in dreamland. So what had woken him? Draco was still by his side, not even a wild herd of centaurs could wake him now. Harrison slipped from the bed, casting a quick Tempus for the time. An unholy four a.m. He winced at the time. Merlin's balls. He looked outside the window. It was a cold February morning leaving the Hogwarts grounds shrouded in fog too thick to see through. He frowned. No. The fog covered everything. Not a thing could be seen outside the window. What was this? Some sort of vision? He didn't know what made him turn around but his eyes alighted on the mirror across the room at Draco's vanity. Hazel eyes smirked out at him. The hazel eyes of Tom Riddle.

Harry couldn't contain his gasp of surprise. It wasn't really any secret to himself that he had found Tom Riddle exceedingly attractive. The young Dark Lord had embarrassingly enough starred in many a dirty fantasy since what he had dubbed The Chamber Incident. A breath ran along his neck and the reflection's smirk only widened as he stiffened. Someone was behind him but he found himself too afraid to turn around. This was a nightmare. It had to be.

"Hmm. Harry Potter...you continue to intrigue me. Tell me what's keeping you from your dear headmaster, hm?"

Tom had melted away from the mirror, leaving only the reflection of Harry himself and a handsome figure behind him that could only be the dark lord. Crimson eyes glinted back at him from pale skin and beneath a spill of lovely, long dark hair. It was so strange how well the two of them mirrored each other. The similarities were eerie. He supposed that he should be more afraid or angry that he was standing here being questioned by the enemy but somehow he wasn't. It was as if seeing this new appearance on the man, brought home how human the Dark Lord was. Despite being a big bad villain, he was no less human that Harrison himself. Voldemort's question brought him back to the situation at hand and he spared the bed he had just left a glance in the mirror. Draco's name echoed through the room much to his surprise. Voldemort chuckled when he jumped, wrapping two strong arms around him.

"We're in your head, Harry. You have no secrets here." The man took a piece of his hair in his long elegant fingers, twirling it in the appendage, "So you love Draco Malfoy. How interesting."

A cold pang of fear lanced through his heart. The windows and the edges of the mirror began to crack with ice.

"You won't hurt him will you? Please, Voldemort, he hasn't done anything!"

He was silenced by a finger on his lips. It was a gesture that startled him and only seemed to amuse his enemy further.

"Easy, the young Malfoy is in no danger from me, Harry." He chuckled, bringing a blush of embarrassment to the teen's cheeks.

"It's Harrison, actually. My name...it's Harrison."

Voldemort's smirk was full of intrigue and amusement as if he found it funny that someone corrected him. Harrison found himself blushing again at the look the Dark Lord was leveling him with. There was nothing innocent in that look and everything sensual and, dare he suggest it, lustful. The man seemed about to open his mouth and say something before he perked up as if he were hearing something Harry couldn't. His eyes were disappointed when he turned them back to the teen.

"I'm afraid I must leave you to your slumber tonight, Harrison, but rest assured, I will be seeing you again very soon." He promised, his voice a low purr.

Without further ado, he stepped back and disappeared like he had never been there. The dream started to fade at the edges and soon enough, Harrison was bolting upright in bed. Tempus told him it was a ridiculous four a.m. Damn alive. Throwing a robe on, he was out of the dorm before anyone could wake up to know the wiser. His feet slapped against the frigid dungeon stone floors as he ran to the one place where he could get answers. the portrait that hid his destination, a panther glowering out at him from the secrecy of a rainforest scenery, roared at him as he knocked harshly on it. So unnerved he was about the entire situation that he actually hissed back at it in parsle. The portrait was taken off guard and so was the rather angry, hassled looking man answering the door behind it.

"Mr. Potter, what in Merlin's name do you think you are doing darkening my doorstep so early in the morning? Do I not have to deal with your presence enough during the day?" Severus hissed, his onyx eyes flashing in anger.

Harrison was not cowed by his anger and harsh words.

"Please, sir! I need your help. I don't know who else to go to except for you and Lucius." He plead, his expression full of desperation.

The fact that he had mentioned Lucius seemed to immediately calm the man and send the message how serious it was. It could only deal with a handful of things if he'd thrown Lucius into the list of people to go to for help. Draco, Dumbledore or the Dark Lord. Severus was doubting it had anything to do with Draco. He would have gone to Narcissa for that.

"Come inside. Quickly." The Potion's Master said, once again glad for the distinct lack of portraits in this part of the castle.

"So the Dark Lord visited you in your sleep? And you say that he had a new younger body?" Severus asked, sipping a cuppa calmly.

Harrison nodded, cupping his coffee as if it would hold his sanity together. Lucius had been fire called not long after he had told Severus his story and he was made to retell it all to his friend's father. The two men were sitting in pensive silence. Lucius looked pristine as ever even at 4:30 in the morning. Harrison was secretly glad for his presence. It was soothing and gave him a measure of comfort. Severus as well. He couldn't ask for two better men to look up to.

"And you said that he didn't seem to want to kill you?" Lucius asked, his eyes telling that he knew more than he was letting on.

"He said he was...interested in me. That he found me intriguing. He asked me about Draco and how I felt about him." He explained, determined to keep his cool now that he had two capable men to help him figure this all out.

Lucius and Severus shared a knowing, confused look.

"You don't think...?" Lucius asked, his brows arched in surprise.

Severus's face was set into a stony frown. It made Harrison somewhat concerned to see that expression there. What was happening?

"Surely not. Nonetheless, it couldn't hurt to assume until we know for sure."

He just wished he knew what the two were discussing. It was about him and they were talking about him right in front of him. Unlike the headmaster, though, he knew that the two of them were only thinking in his best interests. He suddenly wished Narcissa were here with her soothing nature and her lovely laughter. He wondered if it would be strange if he wrote to her.

"Very well, Mr. Potter. I want you to come here every Tuesday and Thursday after dinner for Occlumency lessons until further notice. I fully expect you to keep up with your studies as diligently as I have come to expect from you as of late. One tardy or sign of laziness and you will be on your own." Severus said without room for argument or defiance.

"Yes, sir." Harrison said, his eyes finding Lucius as he strode towards the fireplace to go back home, "Lucius?" The blonde man looked back at him with a questioning glance. Harry suddenly found himself feeling unsure and embarrassed, "Would...would it be alright if I wrote to Narcissa?" Silver eyes glinted in amusement and the man turned back to him calmly for a moment.

"I think she would enjoy nothing more, Harrison."

The teen went back to the Slytherin dorms with a smile.

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That night would not be the first night that the Dark Lord visited him in his dreams. The man "dropped by" at least once a week for a chat. Draco, after getting over his fear that the Dark Lord would kill him from afar, found this exceedingly amusing. Harrison wasn't so sure. Sure, the man had a wit that often had him in stitches and a brilliance that astounded him. He had learned so much from him. Despite their somewhat odd, often awkward relationship, Harrison was often reduced to throwing things at the amused Voldemort when he got alittle too close for comfort. That ended up being more times than not. The two of them had broken out into more mock(on the smirking Dark Lord's part, at least) duels than he cared to think about with Harrison coming out the loser in them all, of course. What else was he supposed to do? Voldemort had about sixty years head start on him. At least he had old jokes he could make at him. It didn't really help in the long run but it gave him some measure of satisfaction. His lessons with Severus had begun and he was making slow progress but apparently not enough to keep the Dark Lord out of his dreams. He and Voldemort often spent the evenings just talking over trivial things. They both tried to avoid the subject of the impending war but sometimes, it was encroached upon nonetheless. Just like tonight.

"So if you know the old goat is manipulating you, then why do you stay with the Light side? Why fight for them at all?" Voldemort asked, sipping a cup of something indefinable to his mind.

Harrison gave him a short glare but got no response for the effort. He didn't usually get responses unless Voldemort wanted an excuse to get up close and personal. He was trying to avoid that scenario tonight. Once in a lifetime was enough. He folded himself into the softness of his plush chair, clearly uncomfortable with the topic.

"I don't want to fight at all. I don't want to be made into a pawn. I don't want to be forced into murder. I want to live with Draco and marry him and be happy. I don't want my life ruled by one master or the other."

A wicked smirk graced his "enemy's" face.

"Mmm. You should call me master more often, love. It's so pretty coming out of those lips of yours." Harrison didn't rise to his bait, rewarding him only with an eye roll, "Never the less, it's smart of you not to trust the old man. He has more screws loose than a wrecking crew."

He grinned at the obviously muggle reference, taking a biscuit from the tray between them.

"Of course you would say that." He chuckled.

Their conversation turned to less serious things over the course of the night. Strangely enough, Harrison found himself…enjoying the company. It was much better than the Gryffindors who continued to ignore him or outright sneer in his direction. Damn them all for all he cared. He had his real friends now, he didn't need those fickle backstabbers. He broke into a big smile in anticipation for leaving Hogwarts for an entire summer at Malfoy Manor just a few short hours away. The excitement was nearly overpowering.

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