Don't really have anything to say right now. I have a headache and it is killing me. Just read and comment. Remember to read what is writing in the bottom. I will go to sleep now. Good night.

On with the story.

Having ice-cream at - brought back memories. In the summer after his second year he had run away from the Dursleys after blowing up aunt Marge. While he had been allowed to spend the rest of his vacation at the Leaky Caldron Harry had spend most of his time here getting help to his homework and free ice-cream every half hour.

"How come you lie about your age? It is already hard enough to believe that you are seventeen." Harry raised an eyebrow and watched Tom eat some more of his ice-cream while the boy was waiting for an answer. "If you want to know the truth I am eighteen-year-old now it is my birthday today."

Harry watched as anger very short flared to life in Tom's eyes before it disappeared again. If he had not been looking it he would probably not have seen it. "I do not see what the problem is. After all my birthday has never been something which has been celebrated."

It was only partly a lie. Before Hogwarts he had never celebrated his birthday. It was nearly a wonder he had known when his birthday was. Harry guessed it was because Dudley had loved to taunt him with the fact that he never got any gifts.

"You do not see the problem? We are living together. I am supposed to know this kind of things. It would be embarrassing if others know more about you than I do." Harry only shrugged. "You never asked."

"So you will answer if I ask you about something?" Harry bit his lower lip trying to think. "Probably. But you have to remember that answers like 'I do not want to talk about it' also is an answer."

In a long time none of them said a word and concentrated on the ice-cream which had started melting. Every once in a while Harry petted Ares who was sitting at his shoulder and glaring at anyone who got too close for his liking.

"Your birthday is today."

"That is what I said."

"How come you bought an owl now but not when I told you I wanted one?" Of all the questions he could have asked Harry had never thought that this would be the first one.

"First of all you did not ask you demanded one. In such a way that you reminded me of my muggle cousin who is a spoiled pig. Second thing is when I asked for a reason for why you wanted an owl you never gave me an answer instead you ran off. When you are acting like that you just prove that you are not ready for a pet."

"But that does not explain why you have decided to buy one now." It was quiet obviously that Tom was not happy with being compared to a muggle.

Grinning Harry leaned forward and looked Tom directly into his eyes. "Because I had a good reason to buy Ares. I wants to stay in touch with you when you return to Hogwarts. This way I won't have to wait for Hogsmeade weekends or vacations to talk with you."

"You want me to come home for vacations?"

It did not get past Harry that Tom called the cottage home. He felt a warm tingling feeling spreading through his body as when blood returned to a limb but in a very pleasant very.

Hearing the boy's surprised tone Harry remembered that Tom in the last two years had stayed at school all the time. The only time he returned to the orphanage was when summer came and he no longer was allowed to stay at school. Until he had had no reason to want to leave school.

"Of course. We are family and family stays together." After a little pause he added. "But if you rather want to stay at school or with some of your friends I am sure that it can be arranged. I just thought it would be nice if we spent a little time together."

"Since this family thing seems to mean so much to you I guess I will have to say yes."

Harry did not know if he should bang his head into a hard surface several times r if he should simply grin. For the safety of the owl at his should he decided on the latter. After all Ares' claws did look more than just a little sharp. And the way the owl glared at him reminded him of his old potion professor. Maybe professor Snape was this owl's recantation. The thought send shivers down his spine.

"So, what other friends than this Abraxas do you have?" Never had he thought that Tom would have friends. Brainless minions, yes. But friends, never. It seemed like Tom and Voldemort were two different persons.

"Abraxas and I are a part of a group with me as the leader. We are trying to court people to our case." Harry blinked. Not quiet believing what he was hearing. A little group, right. They were most likely future death eaters. Was Tom trying to test him by telling him this= There was only one way to find out.

"What is your case then?" Tom glanced around as if he was afraid as if he was afraid that someone should try to eavesdrop. "We are some people at the school who are tired of the way things are done in the Wizarding World. First of all there are the mud-muggleborns." At Harry's glare Tom changed what he had been about to say. "The education gets slowed down because they do not have any basic knowledge about magic."

"And what do you plan to do about it? Ban all muggleborns and halfbloods from our world?"

"Are you crazy?"

Tom looked truly shocked at his words. Either the boy had not thought that Harry would be able to guess his plan or else there was something else. "That is not what I have planned. No, I want muggleborns to be found before they are old enough to attend Hogwarts."

"And do what? Remove them from their families?"

"Only if the muggles are treating like we had been treated like we have been. And would you please stop interrupting me?"

Harry was decent enough to blush. "Sorry, please do continue."

"They will still live with their families but they will be attending pre-schools. There they will be learning those things purebloods are being taught from the day they are born. And we need orphanages for magically children."

The more Tom talked the more Harry found himself agreeing with the other boy's ideas for the Wizarding World. They were so different from Voldemort's pureblood ideals. What had happened to change Tom's opinion bout muggleborns?

He realised that Tom was waiting for an answer and smiled to the boy. "I think it is a wonderful idea. But another which could improve the lives of muggleborns and halfbloods would be to let them have a contact in the Wizarding World. Prefer someone working at the ministry. That way the child would have someone to ask or just to talk with. But that person would also have to check up at the child and its family to make sure that the child is alright. Some of those visits should be surprise visits and not all of the times should the person reveal their presence."

They spend the rest f their afternoon discussing how to change the society. Since they both knew abut both worlds' worst sides Harry and Tom knew what would have to be done different than what it was now, or would be later.

Only a few times Harry caught a glimpse of what could turn out to be Voldemort. Tom seemed to think the worst about the muggles. In a way Harry could understand him. Both had grown up amongst muggles being seen as freaks or worse. It was kind of scaring how similar their childhoods had been.

At sunset they returned to their hoe. Since the fireplace had yet to be connected to the Floo Network they flooed to Hogshead.

Side by side they walked the short distance to their home. Harry's stomach arched from the ice they had eaten and his head was filled with thoughts about the things Tom and he had been discussing.

While he was more than happy about Tom not wanting to kill all muggleborns, he still needed to work with the muggles, Harry could not help but wonder about what had happened to change Tom from how he was like now and into Voldemort. Hopefully, he would be able to make sure that it never happened.

Wanting to clear his head a little Harry gathered his broom and left the cottage after biding goodnight to Tom.

Harry circled around in the air. He made loops and dives towards the ground and not changing course before he was close to hitting the ground. Soon the thoughts about the future, how it had been and how it could be, was gone from his head and Harry was solely focussing on flying. There was nothing that mattered for him.

When he spotted stars at the sky over him Harry finally realised how late it had gotten. He had no feeling in his fingers because of the cold air and his body was trembling.

Slowly he got so low that his feet were touching the ground but did not get of off his broom just yet. Instead he laid flat down at the broom and closed his eyes. After a little while his breathing was the only sound to be heard in the otherwise silent night.

Harry opened his eyes and touched his cheek. Looking down he saw that one of his fingers was wet. Why he was crying Harry was not sure. Maybe it was because he was alone and yet he was not. He had found someone he could form a family with. Maybe life was not as bad as he first had thought it was.

He got of off his broom and made his way back to the cottage where he found the ghost waiting for him. "Hello, Hubert. Is Tom still up?"

"No, he went to bed half an hour ago. I think he is asleep." Harry nodded and yawned. "Well, I think I will follow his example. See you tomorrow, Hubert."

"Sleep well."

Nodding Harry walked upstairs and into his room. Moving in the darkness Harry looked out of the window. In the distance he could see where Hogwarts was. Only a few windows were lit up in the otherwise empty castle.

It was calming to be able to look at what he once had considered his home. But it also made it hurt even more when he remembered he would never be able to return to there.

Later that night

At first he ha no idea of what had awaken him. He lie without moving as much as a muscle in the bed and tried to figure out what had disturbed his sleep.

At the orphanage it could have been some of those disgusting muggles which were trying to sneak up at him. If they succeed he would get just another beating. Without being able to use magic out of school it was not often he was able to get away with less than a few scratches.

But he was no longer at the orphanage. There only were Evan and him and at the cottage. And then of course Hubert but the ghost did not count since he was already dead.

His heart started beating faster. Hubert did not make any noise and Evan should be fast asleep right now. Or maybe it was him who was sneaking around. But why should anyone sneak around like that in their own home at this time of the night?

When the sound came again Tom frowned. It sounded like muffled cries and screams. As if someone did not want him to hear them. Knowing that Hubert would not make this kind of noise in fear of scaring them away and that Evan's wards would not let anyone in it one left him with one opportunity.

Getting out of the bed Tom slowly made his way over the floor while he made sure to avoid those spots he knew would give him away.

The sounds were slightly louder when he was out of his room. Now Tom was sure that they where from the room next to his own. The room which Evan was sleeping in.

Tom stopped outside Evan's bedroom door suddenly unsure of what he should do. If Evan really was in danger he would need help. The man had fought of a vampire but had been unconscious afterwards. If there were more than one attacker even Evan would get troubles.

Silently he pushed the door open and waited a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the slightly better light in the room.

In there the sounds were much clearer than before. Tom nearly regretted leaving his bed when he realised that there were no attackers and no seemingly danger.

Evan was in his bed though he looked like having anything else than a pleasant sleep. The wizard was twisting and turning as if he was trying to get away from something. Soft, pain filled moans slipped past his lips which seemed red in the moonlight.

As he moved closer Tom could see sweat cover Evan's skin mixed with his tears and a weak trembling ran through his body. It was quiet obvious that Evan was having a nightmare.

Unsure of what he was supposed to do Tom stood leaned over Evan and watched the other wizard while he wondered if he should wake him or not. Even in his sleep Evan looked beautiful. He would never be called handsome or anything like that. That had those dammed muggles he called relatives made sure of.

He was short and petite but it did not mean he looked like a girl. No, Evan was…Evan. He could not think of any other way to describe him.

When Evan moved a little the covers slid down and revealed that the man only wore pants when he sleep. Tom, who was dressed in a pyjama, blushed. He had seen other of the same gender naked before. After all he lived in a dorm with other boys.

But the look of Evan's torso and chest was something different. The man's chest was well-toned and he had the same kind of muscles as those who played quidditch. But he was still thin and he could see the ribs under the muscles.

Those dammed muggles had inflicted more damage than he had thought they had. A scar at Evan's arm got his attention. It looked old. What fascinated him was that it looked like a bite from a snake. But he knew no snake big enough to leave such a scar.

"Tom." The sound of his name was so low that Tom for one second doubted if he really had heard anything.

Evan was tangled into his bedcovers and seemed to be struggling to get free. "No!" The yell nearly destroyed his eardrums. Tom knew Evan had placed silencing charm in his room so no one outside it would be able to hear him. He had realised that when Evan had been unable to use magic after the vampire attack.

He stepped closer and stopped when his knees hit against the edge of the bed. Standing this close and looking down at Evan's sleeping face made the man look much younger than he already did. It was hard to believe that Evan was eighteen-year-old. Seeing him like this he looked like much closer to Tom's own age.

Tom flinched when a hand clamped around his wrist stopping him from leaving the room. He could not even move away from the bed. Though Evan's hold on him was strong it was not tight enough to leave any bruises. Even in his sleep Evan seemed to be bent on taking care of him.

Evan rolled onto his side, still asleep. Since the man still was holding him Tom stumbled forward and ended up lying at the man's torso. Surprising enough, Eva managed to sleep through it all.

Interested Tom watched as Evan seemed to calm down by the skin to skin contact. Had he known this he would have done this before. If only to sleep better in the night.

While he was thinking Evan moved around in his sleep whimpering softly. Nearly instinctive Tom reached out a petted the older wizard like he would do with a cat. It seemed to calm the other one down. "Only for tonight. And I do not want to hear about it. I you say a word I will deny everything."

The only answer he got was a low mumble before everything got silent.

Tom sighed and shifted a little until he lay more comfortable. Evan had let go of his wrist but instead he had wrapped his arms around his waist. Now Tom had absolutely no chance of getting away, even if he wanted.

He had to admit that he was comfortable being like this. Tom could not remember a single time where anyone had held him like this. It was like he had imagined a parent would hold their child or to lovers would be together.

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Next: What happens when Harry wakes up and find Tom in the same bed as he? Will he even find out or will Tom leave the bed before it happens? You will just have to read next chapter to find out.