Hello everyone! Hope you're all fine. Sorry for the late update, I was busy.

To Black Shades of Red : The way you put it, was just wow, Voldemort was compared to an idiot ;) Maybe I shouldhire you to write a summary of each chapter.

To mizzrazz72 : Yep, you're right, and that's exactly how I'll be writing him. =)

To AnimeBook's : Hopefully, you'll like it. Well, thanks for finding it interesting, I understand your point of view. I too don't normally like story with OC as a main plot, and I hesitated to write this story. But I decided to do it anyway. *grin*

So back to the story!

Chapter 10

Unplottable location (Riddles's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996

Harry was lying down on the right side of the queen size bed. It was nighttime , the sky was as dark as his mind was filled with thoughts. He turn around, facing the blue carpet on the floor. He couldn't sleep, he was in the house of Voldemort, the man who wanted to end his life, he had handed the prophecy to the man for the son. Harry knew that the red eyed man wished for his death. And now, Harry was going to spend one week, a full week in this manor, knowing that he was unwelcomed, if you don't count assasination attempt. The worried eyes changed in less than one second, as if he was going to let old voldy win! He was the one who love Thomas, and was there for him. The old man had no right to dictate their love! He will fight, as he has done each of their encounter! The green eyed man nodded to himself determined. A deep chuckle was heard beside him, a form rolled over his side of the bed.

"-What are you thinking about Evans?" Thomas's eyes looked right trough his own.

"- Your father."

"- Should I be jalouse?", smirked Thomas.

"-What? Oh. Ew! That's ew, disgusting! He's your father! Have you seen how he looks! And his personality is just ucky!"

"-Joking my beautiful." He kissed Harry's cheek."If he does something I'll avenge you darling."

"-Umph. I do not need your protection like some weak princess! I can defend myself thank you very much." pouted Evans.

"-Mmmh." Thomas played with Harry's dark locks, his hair refleted his personality. Wild as his temper. "If it becomes too much just say it."

"- Okay, don't worry, we'll just have to go back to sleep." Harry eyes turned mischievous, Voldemort must be destroying some things in his room.

Why would the Dark lord be angry? It's simple, after Harry's small talk with Voldemort, they joined the others in the meeting room. Voldemort played the host part very well, inviting them to spend the week at the manor. The man only wanted to destroy Harry and Thomas. He gave each of his guest a room or a double-room. Harry decided this was the best time to take revenge, and sleep peacefully. Remembering what happened one hour or so, ago.

One hour ago

What? How was he going to survive on his own, in a room chosen by Voldemort. Hell no! There was no way he was going to die this way. He could already imagine, his friends would be crying, the death eater would not care, and Voldemort saying he didn't know their was a poisonous gaz in that room. Hary would not die! Not today or this week at least! Not by his hand! Time to put his sytherin side to work.

"-It's really kind of you Voldemort. But, eum. Well. You see..." he stuttered shyly, not keeping eye contact, looking on the left side of the floor. It gave him a shy look, he even blushed a little.

"-What is it Potter!" It wasn't even asked, but screamed.

"-I, well, it's embarrasing, you see." He flushed more. His friends were arching an eyebrow, they didn't know the Dark Lord confronted him. What did they say, oh yes it was, 'do not worry Evans', 'he won't kill you', 'Your exagerating man!'.

"-What is it my darling?" asked a worried Thomas, the man knew Harry was playing, but the cute play of the boy was as it was, cute.

"- I don't want to sleep alone." Harry even faked some tears. His big green eyes looked in the iris of his lover.

"- Of course not darling. This manor must have other double-room. Right father?"

"- No. They are all given." answered coldly Voldemort. Harry faked a whimper, and some of his tears fell down. Trixy runned toward him, hugging him and cooing, she taked a handkerchief and cleaned his wet cheeks.

"- We'll manage in a small room." Thomas answered with a glare. Voldemort glared darkly at the crying child, and called an elf. He asked for a double-room.

"-Iss thisss to your ssatisssfaction Potter." Hissed the dark lrd.

"-Yes! Thank you soooo much!" Harry smiled brightly, hugging his lover with joy. Now he'll be protected.

The death eaters went to bed. The only one who stayed behind were the newcomers and the Lord, Nagini was alreay sleeping somewhere.

"-Evans are you okay?" asked Trixy. The unasked question was 'why did he do that?'

"-Now, I am." was the answer, but the green eyes locked with the woman's own, 'he'll tell her later', was unsaid.

Rosier gave a goodnight everyone, waving, he took the near-sleeping Dolohov with him, who was uncoherent. Trixy bowed at the Lord, nodded to her friends, before taking the long stairs. Lucian glanced at the three left in the room, before going to sleep. Thomas spoke to his father five more minutes, drinking tea, before going to sleep, he glanced at Harry, who didn't follow.

"-I did'nt finish my cup."

"-I'll wait darling, take your time."

"-No it's okay, go first, you can take a shower I'll come in ten minutes, this cup is too hot." Thomas watched carefully his lover and his father, nodded at both of them before taking the stairs, glanccing one last time when he reached the third step. One minute after, they heard a door opened and closed.

"- You may have win this time Potter, but there will be no next time."

"- You must have said the same thing fifthteen years ago, but I'm still breathing." Both of them glared at each other. Harry finished his tea.

"- Well, I'm going to sleep. Thomas must be waiting for me. ~" smirking Harry skipped to his room, and dared to whistle.

Voldemort couldn't take it anymore, he conjured a rat, and crucioed him to death. He calmed his breath and went to bed.

Yes, he was having nice dreams, this last thought entered Harry, before he was in a deep sleep.

In another room, the Dark Lord was breaking his porcelaine, Nagini was annoyed. Frankly, sometimes she couldn't understand him, the hatchling didn't do anything, but Tom always disturbed her sleep. She took a passage through the pipes. She needed her beauty sleep, after all.

Unplottable location, Volgograd (Russia), 1987

Thomas didn't speak to them since his mother died, he had cried for one hour before becoming silent. Today was the day after the funeral of Lady Lyra, she was cremated, because no Malfoy will get their corpse rotten and ugly, so they had put her ashes in a grave hidden from muggles. This incident had tighten the group, they had been in danger together, protected each other, watched someone close to them die together. Before, they had laughed, teased, played, they were friends. Now they had cried, conforted, shared pain, they were closer than friends, they were family. The only one separated was sadly enough their leader, Thomas. Since the incident, he became silent, and seemed lost.

In a garden coverted in snow, a eleven-year-old boy was sitting on a rock. He was not glaring, his face showed no emotion, his cold blue eyes were empty.

"-He's thinking."

This was said by a little girl, her black shoulder lenght hair bobbing with her, as she nodded. Trixy answered again to Rosier. The group wanted to do something to help Thomas. This ws the reason they were plotting behind a tree, not too far from Thomas but far enough, the group of four were spying. Vladimir was their new caretaker, the problem was that even if he could use his propriety, he had not much money. He had a large fortune in his vault, but he couldn't use a large amount, or the british auror who were investigating on his 'disappearance' would capture him. Now he worked more than before, and couldn't help more the group. Lucian proposed to play a game or too, and maybe Thomas would join them. Trixy rejected the idea, Thomas didn't behave like a child.

"- Why don't one of us go speak to him?" proposed Rosier.

"- No way! I'm not going against the Tiger! You go if you want." yelled Lucian, before the other shushed him.

"- We have to do something. It has been one week, he doesn't speak anymore, and eat two or three spoons before going to bed." said a worried Evans.

"- I know, but he's thinking I don't know about what, I don't know if we should do something..." Trixy glanced at her brother, who stayed in his rock.

"- Maybe we should act now, use every idea, at least he'll stop ignoring us." Rosier proposed.

"- Okay, we're all child on a mission! G.T.T.R!" Lucian's eyes twinkled.

"-G.T.T.R? What is that?" asked Trixy.

"-Get Thomas to react. Now we need code names! I'll be Angel."

"-It's not a game Lucian!" Evans tried to glare at Lucian but failed. He'll train more.

"-You'll be Mess, your hair is a mess, Rosier you'll be Pink 'cause your cheek are easyly pink, and Trixy you'll be Devil, because you are sooo mean." Evans gave a dirty look to the body on the ground, Trixy and Rosier had knocked him out.

"-Ok plan A, Lucian and me are going to Thomas, I'm going to laugh beacause of a joke, Lucian'll say "I know right!" and fell on the ground hitting his face hard on the ground in front of Thomas."

PLAN A

They waited for Lucian to get up, the pouting boy listen to the plan A. Rosier and him walked toward Thomas, and suddenly Rosier laughed, it sounded false, rolling his eyes Lucian yelled "I kno-" Thomas's glare stopped him, he wisely shuted up and glanced at the frozen Rosier. They were dead. Rosier glanced back at the blond, no they couldn't fail now! And Rosier pushed Lucian. The blond saw it in a slow motion, the hands of his friend pushing him, with a 'I'm sorry but not really' face, his body pushed on the white ground, he hoped the white snow would be like a soft bed. How wrong he was. SPUNCH. His face was in the hard snow. He got up quickly.

"- Woah your face is red!"

Not his face not his cutest face! He lurched toward Rosier, wanting to hurt the monkey when all went colder than before. He froze, hand risen, and turned his face toward Thomas. If look could kill. Rosier panicked and took his blond friend's hand and ran toward Evans and Trixy.

"- I thought I was going to die." said Lucian, Rosier nodding with him.

"-You both are stupid, I knew it wasn't going to function!"

"-So, why didn't you said something?" asked Lucian glaring back at Trixy.

"-Guys, we shouldn't be fighting now, Thomas needs us." reminder the boy with rounded glass.

"- I have an idea! Evans could go speak to him!"

"-That' s a good idea Lucian, for once." realised Trixy, of course the last part was muttered.

"-Yes and now that I think about it, he opened the door for you yesterday morning. He's ignoring all of us, but he ingores you less!" voiced out Rosier. Three heads turned to Evans.

"-What? No way I'm going! Trixy you're his sister, you should go do something, if I'm going I'll die!" protested Evans. The three heads glanced at each other, before Trixy smiled sweetly.

"-If you don't go I'll kill you." she said in a honey voice. Evans face lost his color, but he continued his protest. Trixy pouted. Rosier's eyes litted up.

"-If you go, I'll give you my piece of treacle tart." Lucian and Trixy sax Evans's face he was cracking.

"-We'll give you ours too." they said in a tandem. Evans glanced at the three. Who could resist to treacle tart?

"-Alright, but not just tonight! I'm risking my life here, for two month, each time we have treacle tart you have to give me your pieces!" bargained the child. His friend accepted.

"-Okay, the plan is to have Evans speaking to Thomas. You'll go straight to him, and speak. We've got to be direct this time." said Trixy.

"-Wait Trixy we need to do something to protect Evans. Imagine if he goes there and Thomas hit him!"exclaimed Rosier.

"-My brother is not like that."

"-Even so we need something to protect Evans, maybe a charm?" proposed Lucian.

"- We have not the time or the means to create a charm, and Vlad doesn't want us in his family library when he's not here." answered Rosier. They pondered two minutes before Trixy got an idea.

"-I have an idea. It won't protect you Evans. But if he tries to hit you, even if it's impossible, he will froze giving you time to run fast enough to hide somewhere. Will it do?" Trixy's voice was full of hesitation.

"-Of couse as long as I have a protection." Self preservation was important to Evans, who had such a hard life with the Dursley, he prefered to be prepared.

He regretted. Five minutes after he agreed, Trixy took his hand and ran full speed in the house. Now he came back in front of Rosier and Lucian. Self preservation was important, thought Evans, it's okay he'll be able to live without his pride. Lucian and Rosier glanced with eyes big as plates toward Trixy, before going back to Evans. She had dared to put him in a winter dress.

"-A-at least you'll be protected." said weakly Lucian.

"- You do look cute in it..." said Rosier in the same tone.

Evans eyes watered, they were not conforting him! His emotion were all overwelming. He was not wearing make up at least, Evans shuddered. This dress was all white with so much red ribbons, he was wearing white tights, tights! And red mary jane, his futur manly pride was destroyed before even existing. Evans suddenly glared at them and he succeded. He muttered in low cold tone :

"- If someone ever speak of this incident, you will know pain."

PLAN B

Evans sighed softly before walking toward the rock. His, no, Trixy's mary jane were not useful on this snowy ground, and they had small heels, heels! One, two, one, two, chanted the glasses wearing boy as he walked. He decided to not approach Thomas directly, he was not a fool. He remembered the time when uncle Vernon was angry about his job, and Evans told him he finished his work, it didn't ended well, he should have shut up. Now, he was seven, he had learned through his mistakes. He sat on the rock near his friend. He regretted it right away, the thing was cold! He could feel it, this clothes didn't proptect him. Thankfully he didn't groan out. They sat in silence for two minutes. It was long, he was getting bored, he wasn't even acknowledge, maybe he should go tell the others the plan failed? He could already hear Lucian's voice protesting. Arg! He didn't even know how to start! This was frustating.

"- We are with you, you know." Was this a good start? No. Could he have done better? Yes. "I, er I mean, we'll follow you, er, for example you could want to not go to school anymore and we won't ask questions. Well, maybe Lucian as he's obvious, and Trixy may protest depending on her mood. Rosier is understanding, he won't ask, and Vlad is Vlad." He was rambling. It wasn't like he had time to learn a speech and say it! And he was more an emotional kind of boy. Not emotional as in crying, but more the passionated one? Yes that was it. Well he will go with passion then! "I, I don't care about what you'll do if you want to avenge your mom, or even kill all the muggles, I'll be with you, by your side. The others too, we won't let you alone. You saved me the day we met, I will forever help you." And he was truthfull, without Thomas and Trixy , he wouldn't have made friends wouldn't have know kindness, he wouldn't even have know about magic, or wizard's cultur.

"- You all would follow me?" Thomas eyes got a small light on them, he wasn't looking at Evans, but he stopped glaring at the ground, and gazed over the horizon.

"- Of course we would!" It was Lucian who spoke, they must have been to bored to wait any longer. " We're your friends and we too loved Aunty Lyra!" He continued, and the three others nodded.

"-Even if my path would lead to the destruction of the whole world?" What? Path? What does that mean, he glanced at the others, they too idn't know what it meant. Thomas sighed, and was going to stop them, but Trixy interrupted him.

"- What does path mean?" Thomas smiled softly, he sometimes forget how young they were, he was only eleven, but they were younger. He kindly explained what he meant.

"- Of course we will!" Rosier exclaimed. Trixy glared at Thomas for daring to ask this, Lucian nodded with Rosier, and Evans smiled a beaming smile at him.

"-We should all hug!" For the first time Trixy gave more enthusiasm than Lucian, the blonde was surprised but initiated the hug. The group hugged, putting their emotion and feeling, it was so powerful that even with glasses, Evans was able to see small dots of colors. They released the hug, and smiled, Lucian was going to say something but Thomas beat him.

"- Evans, why are you wearing a dress?"

How did he forget ?!

AN: I'm really sorry for the late update. So that's why I'm giving you a little surprise. This chapter is not finished!

Guest room, Unplottable location (Riddle's manor, Little Hangleton), 1996

He had never ever think it would happen. Truthfully, he did want sometimes Potter to come to thedarkside, but this. This was a surprise. He didn't think it would be possible. Potter going dark! He pinched his cheek. He didn't feel anything. Ah. So, it was a dream. He hit his beautiful head on the closed door of his room. Ouch. It hurt! He was not dreaming. He striped to his boxer, and went to his bed, when someone knocked on the door. Who dared interuppt his sleep? Oh shit. If it was the dark lord? No. Impossible. Maybe his father? But what would he want? It might be his mother? He slowly get down from the bed, and walked slowly toward the door. The knocking restarted, he walked quickly, and didn't forget his wand. What if it was Potter? And he was going to kill him! No way Potty! He opened the door, letting a small a space, to be careful. But the door was pushed open. Shit he was attacked! He was going to scream, but a hand clasped his mouth shut. Sweet Salazar help him! His hand was thrown away .

"- Hey cousin, calm down."

He paused in his struggling. What the? The hand went away when he stopped moving.

"- Lucian!"

"- Not so loud pretty boy."

Lucian got up and closed the door.

"-What are you here?"

"-Meanie. Is that the way to speak to your elder? Tut, tut, tut. I thought you had questions."

"- A Malfoy never apologize, and it was your fault. You startled me. And what kind of reason is that? Surely you remember what happened ten minutes ago. You answered everything. So now you go back to your room. I need my sleep."

"- Oh right I forgot." His tone was all but forgetfull. The liar."You know it's kind of late. I'm tired." Continued his cousin. Draco raised an eyebrow. " I'll crash here for tonight."

"- What! Lucian! You can't go back to your room!"

But the blonde didn't listen and fell on the bed, and was he already asleep? He's snoring! Groaning, Draco tried to pull Lucian in the ground. He was unable to make him move! Arg. He won't sleep on the ground! He was a Malfoy. He hesitated before getting down on the bed next to his cousin. The snoring continued. It was going to be a looong night. Sigh. Draco kicked him to avenge himself.

"- You prat. I'm going to kick you all night. Humph."

Ten minutes after Draco fell asleep, kicking his cousin 37 times before, Lucian opened his eyes.

"-You baby, I know you didn't change idiot. Let me spend some time with you, it's been a long time."

And Lucian fall asleep. In his dream, two blonds children were running and playing, his dream was full of giggles. How he missed his 'little brother'.