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Dazed Harry raised his upper body and looked at Tom standing in the doorway. It was morning so he hadn't thought he would show up – yesterday he hadn't seen him the whole day after all. The black haired teen strode to the bed, already completely dressed. Without a word he put a plate with bread on the edge of the bed and the youngster could only blink at it. His mind hadn't caught up yet as his eyes focussed on the small bottle and cup of jam beside it. "I'll be gone the whole day. You are to stay in this room!" Tom ordered and green eyes focused on him. The future Dark Lord quickly looked away and walked to the window. He pointed his wand at it and charmed it. Harry recognized one of the spells he used.
'Nobody will be able to see me from outside and the other is probably the same spell he used to lock the bracelet and his Hogwarts' trunk.' Without even a glance at the bed Tom left, locking the door behind him. 'It'll be another lonesome day, I guess,' Harry sighed and leaned backwards. 'I need to win his trust, but how?'
-THTH-
"And?" Tom asked the doctor, who had just left Mr Dumplin's quarters.
"He's in perfect health, physically and mentally. I would suggest he'd visit my practice for some additional tests." The black haired teen nodded in understanding.
"When would that visit fit in your schedule?" he asked politely.
"The day after tomorrow at 3 o'clock?" The doctor suggested and Tom took out his small agenda to write it down.
"I'll make sure Mr Dumplin will be present," he smiled his charming smile and led the doctor outside. His eyes followed the man until he had left Spave's property before he returned to his 'boss'. "How far along are you?" he asked and the politician looked up with a smile – he always seemed so happy to see him.
"I've just started writing the proposal for the new law." Tom nodded.
"Continue," he walked to his own desk and pulled out the file he had been working on. Laying it in front of him, a thought came to him. Raising his wand, he walked to the fireplace and called one of Spave's informants. "I want you to find me information of every Harry between sixteen and eighteen years old," he ordered the man, who accepted the mission with a nod of his head.
-THTH-
Harry ate the last of his bread and stood up while grabbing the bottle of water. He walked to the window and gazed outside. His eyes met the sight of an empty street lined by trees. The houses he could see were very big and to put it simple, gorgeous. His eyes moved downwards to the large garden before Tom's house and saw a house-elf cutting the hedge. 'He has a house-elf!' Why did that surprise him? 'Of course he has a house-elf. He's rich,' he shook his head and took a sip from his water. 'There has to be a way out of here.' His head turned to the door. 'If only I had my wand,' he thought while stepping closer to the entrance. The bottle got thrown on the bed as he passed it and he felt at the handle.
"No movement," Harry muttered and turned to look at the room. "I'll have to use the muggle-way then." His hands ran through his hair, thinking over the possibilities. 'I can't kick it open or Tom would notice. Maybe I could find a pin and try to pick it open,' he nodded to himself and moved to the drawers. His hands searched through everything but he didn't find anything. 'What now?' he wondered and looked around once more. His eyes fell on the butter knife, he had used to spread the jam over the bread. "Trying can't hurt," he mumbled and picked up the knife. 'The front won't work, the back maybe – it is smaller,' he reasoned and turned the butter knife around with his fingers. Sticking it in the keyhole he wiggled it around and tried to get the lock to move, but nothing happened. Giving up he threw the knife on the ground and kicked the door. Frustrated he turned around again and fell against the door, letting himself slip downwards on the ground. 'What am I going to do?'
-THTH-
Hesitating for a moment Tom stood before the door that was the last barrier to the boy. Shaking his head he unlocked the door and entered the room. He found Harry sitting on the window frame still in his pyjama. 'I didn't give him anything else, did I?' he wondered as the boy briskly turned his head towards him.
"Tom!" he called out and quickly got on his feet. With big expecting eyes the boy stepped closer to him, stopping in the middle of the room.
"You'll be eating dinner with me," was all the black haired teen said before twirling around and striding back out of the room. He didn't look backwards once, but the boy was following him, he was certain. His feet carried him to the dining room and watched how his house-elf put the last bowl on the table. When it noted him, the creature made a quick bow before popping away. "Sit down," Tom said to Harry while taking his own seat. He noted the boy blinking at the still two open places and took the seat closed to him.
"Is someone joining us?" he asked while tugging at his sleeve – he was very conscious of his attire.
"I'm certain you know him." Green eyes blinked at him.
"Abraxas?" Tom nodded not the least bit surprised. "Euh, knowing him, he won't take it good seeing me in this." At that the host had to smirk.
'At least now I know he knows Abraxas.' "You're correct," he said while raising his wand. A quick spell changed the boy's clothes in a robe.
"It's windy," Harry mumbled while checking his new cloth and glanced up with a blush. "I'm still smelly," the green eyes turned away and Tom mumbled another spell. The boy sniffed at himself and gave a nod of approval. The feeling of someone Apparating inside his property made the black haired teen realize his second guest had arrived. Like expected the house-elf quickly appeared again with the blond behind it.
"My Lord, I'm thrilled to be invited." Abraxas' presence immediately filled the room. He brightly smiled and walked to his leader. A small bow and the blond turned to Harry. "I see you have another guest?"
"Yes, Abraxas this is..."
"Marvolo," Harry smiled a little forced. "Marvolo Remus," he continued as brown eyes got an intrigued twinkle.
"Marvolo," Abraxas smiled as he greeted Harry. "Have we met?" The blond continued to Tom's surprise and he leaned forward while his heart jumped.
"We have, but I doubt you remember," the youngster smiled politely and greyish eyes blinked at him, before turning back to his Lord.
"Have you two known each other long?" he asked Tom, who closed his eyes for a moment, testing if the boy would answer without his permission. Harry wisely kept his mouth shut and the black haired teen smirked.
"For a while, apparently," he answered truthfully and got a confused look back.
"That's odd," the blond mumbled. His Lord knew all too well that the Malfoy made it his mission to know everyone Tom got into contact with – to protect him of course. He was the most loyal minion he had. "But I guess you must be important to be invited by Tom in his own house," Abraxas smiled before turning to his Lord. "How's your work going?" The black haired teen put on his charming smile.
'Good way to change the subject.' "Good, Spave's a puppet in my hand," he noted the green eyes widening and the boy briskly turning to him. When he glanced at Harry, he noted the disappointment in his eyes and he frowned at the guilt that emerged inside his chest.
"I'm glad to hear that," the blond nodded to himself with a reminiscing expression on his face. "I wouldn't want, what happened the first time, to happen again." Again Tom couldn't help himself and glanced at the youngster. The green eyes were intensely staring at Abraxas – like he was ordering the blond to continue with the power of his stare.
"What did he do?!" Harry practically hissed, surprising the black haired teen with his intensity. Malfoy crooked his head and gave the boy a thoughtful look. Tom smirked because he knew the blond wasn't going to continue. His brown eyes were focussed on the boy as the youngster seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly the green eyes widened and turned to him. "You put him under an Imperius Curse? You didn't kill him?" Those questions got to Tom as they were the ones he had been asking himself. Why hadn't he killed Spave? His house-elf stopped his thoughts from expanding by popping in, like he had told it. Without him present, Abraxas would show his dark side and he wondered what he could get out of Harry.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment," he excused himself and removed himself from the room with dignity. He walked to the servant's entrance – a leftover from the previous owner, who had liked having wizard servants – that was located close to the table, but was camouflaged to fit in the decor.
"So, who are you, really? What is your connection to our Lord?" Abraxas didn't wait long for his questioning to start.
"I'm Marvolo Remus like a said before and... my connection to Tom?" Harry sighed a little sad. Tom didn't even noticed his body leaning forward – he knew the answer would be important. "I'm..." Harry stopped to let a short laugh out as he remembered something, "Tom has called me his bonded one." The black haired teen's heart thumped.
'Why does that sound so familiar? Did I do it? Did that woman get to me and made me call for my loved one?' Quickly he shook his head. 'Love, don't make me laugh!' he mocked, but still he held his breath.
"And what does our Lord mean to you?" Abraxas continued.
"I love him," Harry answered without hesitation and Tom seemed to have lost control of his heart. His body felt like it was heating up and he quickly shook his head, trying to get rid of those feelings he had long suppressed.
"Of course, who doesn't?" the blond said sarcastic.
"Not the way I do," Harry pushed and Tom demanded his heart to calm down, without success.
"Is that so?" Abraxas answered with disbelieve and his Lord decided this conversation had lasted long enough. He moved back to the main door of the dining room and entered it with raised head. His eyes caught Abraxas giving the boy a last warning glare before turning to him with a radiating smile.
"I'm sorry for the interruption. Let's continue," Tom announced with his charming smile in place.
-THTH-
Abraxas had said his goodnights and now Harry was left alone with Tom in the living area. He felt naked and cold with only his robe and wondered if he would be sent back to his room. It seemed the future Dark Lord had read his mind as his cloth got turned back into his PJs. At least now he didn't feel that naked, but still cold. Tom sat down on one of the couches and stared at him. "How close were we?" The black haired teen suddenly asked with piercing eyes.
"We were lovers," the youngster forced himself to be honest and the other got a twinkle in his eyes.
"Proof it!" Green eyes widened and Harry remembered a similar incident. The first time he had returned back to his own time, he had had to convince Tom to let him go. He remembered all too well that they had made out, but Tom hadn't want to push him over his own border. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered how he had freaked out, thinking the wildest things. 'If I go too far, I'll scare him away.' An idea suddenly blossomed in his mind and he took a step forward.
"Could I get a blanket?" he asked and the brown eyes got a surprised expression for a second.
"Dopper!" he quickly recovered himself and the house-elf popped in. "Get me a blanket." The elf nodded before popping away and popping back in. He handed a blanket to its master, who nodded to Harry. Dopper turned to the youngster who accepted it with a thankful smile. The house-elf quickly popped away and Harry unfolded the blanket.
'It's big enough for both of us,' he thought with a smile and glanced upwards to see Tom waiting with an eager expression. "Lay your legs on the couch, please," he added the last and the future Dark Lord raised his eyebrow in question before complying. Harry smiled at the almost excited look the other was carrying and wrapped the blanket around his back, letting it rest on his shoulders. Then he walked closer to the other and crawled between Tom's legs. The black haired teen visually stiffened and Harry slowed down his advances. Ever so slowly he raised his head on eyelevel of the other and gave the future Dark Lord a peck on the lips. He could feel Tom release a breath against his lips as he retreated and laid his body slowly on top of the other. Every move was calculated not to make the black haired teen freak out. He wrapped the blanket around both of them and as last, laid his head on the other's collarbone. Completely pressed against the other he could feel Tom's heart beat loudly. With a smile he closed his eyes and snuggled closer. He let the fragrance of the future Dark Lord enter his nostrils and sighed in contentment. How he had missed that unique scent and the feeling of the other's body pressed against his. He ignored the way Tom's body refused to relax and how he missed the arms around him. Telling himself to enjoy the moment, he sighed again and let his mind wander off. It didn't take long for him to start slipping away and before sleep claimed him completely, he noted the body underneath his was finally starting to lose some of its stiffness.
-THTH-
Tom stared at the ceiling with his eyes widened to their maximum. He couldn't believe himself. Why was he letting the boy sleep on top of him?! 'And why does his body fit perfectly against mine?!' he wanted to move, push Harry off him, but he couldn't. 'I just like the intimacy. I've never had someone this close,' he told himself and forced his chest upwards. Harry groaned in displeasure but didn't wake up, instead he tried to snuggle closer. The blanket got dropped and arms locked themselves around Tom's neck. The black haired teen's breath stuck as his eyes focused on the boy. 'Did we do this... every night?' he wondered and quickly added. 'If we were lovers, I mean,' he sighed and leaned backwards again. 'I'm too tired,' he made an excuse and grabbed his wand, carefully not to wake to other. Quietly, he cast a couple of spells to make the couch more bed-like and Accio'd another blanket and a pillow. The blanket got draped on top of the other and he laid the pillow under his head. Laying himself down on the now slightly enlarged couch, he closed his eyes and tried to ease his mind. His body relaxed as much as he could and the warmth of Harry's body suddenly felt so comforting. 'Could he really be the one...?' Brown eyes opened just enough to look through eyelashes. 'He looks... at peace.' Shaking his head he closed his eyes again and told himself to fall asleep. It took another hour before he was so drained sleep finally got him.
-THTH-
Harry awoke with something itching in the back of his mind. He snuggled closer to the body heat beside him and felt arms tighten in response. A mumbling against his forehead made him open his eyes and the itch came rushing to the surface. 'I slept in Tom's arms?!' His breath hitched as he raised his head and met the sight of a sleeping future Dark Lord. A feeling of remorse got to him – how he had missed this. He couldn't believe it was actually happening again. 'But he doesn't remember me... Maybe our love is strong enough to break Hermione's Obliviate?' he hoped with his whole heart, but knew that the only way Tom would ever remember, would be when he unlocked his memories with the counter. 'Please believe me, please trust me!' he begged as he closed his eyes again. It would be better if the black haired teen thought he woke up before him. It would make him feel more in control.
-THTH-
Tom slowly started to get aware of his surroundings, including the warmth he was clinging to. In the depth of his heart he feared the way his body seemed to react to the boy. At a snail's pace he opened his eyes and felt his breath hitch at the happy look on the still sleeping Harry's face. Getting angry because of his own thoughts, he carefully released his hold on the other and also removed the youngster's hands from his clothing. A little uncomfortable – he was trying not to wake Harry – he got up and moved to his bathroom. After relieving himself, he freshened up and stared at himself in the mirror. 'Would he really love me?' he wondered and immediately pushed that thought to the back of his mind. 'Don't forget that something happened that made Harry's 'friend' erase my memory. I should wait for more information before doing something drastic,' he nodded to himself and moved back to the living area. Harry had also woken up and was still on the couch waiting for him. The boy had raised himself in a sitting position and had wrapped the blanket tightly around him.
"Good morning," he smiled up at him and Tom forced down the fluttering of his heart. He nodded at him as greeting and stopped before him.
"Go freshen up!" Harry eagerly stood up. Clearly he had waited for those words since yesterday. Brown eyes followed the youngster to the bathroom and while he heard to water running, he moved to get clothes. 'Underwear and…' He huffed while looking through his closet. His eyes fell on his old Slytherin robe and a smirk appeared on his lips. 'That will do.'
-THTH-
Harry left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him and got clean clothes pressed in his hands. Without a word Tom led him back to his room and let him enter. "Get dressed!" The black haired teen ordered while leaning against the doorway. The youngster blinked surprised at him.
'Is he just going to stand there?' he quickly came to the conclusion, he was. 'It's not like he had never seen me naked before,' Harry told himself but did turn around before he dropped the towel, hiding his private parts. Trying not to look to rushed he observed what kind of clothes Tom had given him and his eyes widened as he recognized Tom's old robe. 'So that's why he's waiting,' he realized while glancing at the other. Their eyes met and a blush forced itself on Harry's cheeks. Quickly he looked away again and stepped in the underwear. Second he threw the robe around him and felt his heart leap as the other's scent reached his nose. Dressed he turned around again and immediately took a step backwards as he met with Tom's chest. 'When did he get so close?'
"The towel," the older teen said and raised his hand, holding it in a waiting position.
"Oh, of course!" Harry quickly pushed the towel against the chest that had surprised him so much. The black haired teen let his waiting hand follow the outstretched arm almost tickling the skin and accepted the towel. Without another word he turned around and left. Harry let out a breath he hadn't know he had been holding and looked down at his sleeve. 'I'm wearing the robe Tom used to hold me with,' he thought with a smile.
-THTH-
For the third time Tom flipped through the file that had been handed to him by the doctor and sighed. Again he came to the same conclusion. Mr Dumplin got declared healthy and sane, meaning… 'The spell works,' he told himself for the six time already and still he didn't want to accept it. 'Maybe I should test that spell on more people." The black haired teen shifted in his seat. 'No, the less people know about this the better,' he laid the file back down on the surface of his desk and glanced backwards at Spave. Like always, the man was busy with work – he couldn't think of anything else anymore. 'And his men also didn't find anything about a Harry in this time. It looks like Harry's telling the truth, but I can't trust him because of that.' His eyes turned back to the file before him. 'Abraxas can keep an eye on me. If anything goes wrong I'll order him to Obliviate me again,' Tom narrowed his eyes in doubt. 'A normal Obliviate will only make me forget I casted the counter, there's a chance I'll remember those hidden memories.' A sigh passed his lips. 'But other consequences wouldn't be stopped that way,' he stood up and walked to the window. A pigeon landed on the fence before him and started ogling him. 'I've stripped that spell from head to toe. The chance of something going wrong is minimal. It's worth the risk,' he reasoned and closed his eyes before nodding. "I'll do it!" he said aloud and turned back to Spave. His puppet looked back at him with empty eyes.
-THTH-
'I really haven't thought this through,' Tom told himself as he called for Abraxas, but his curiosity had gotten the better of him. 'No, I did. I've tested the spell and deciphered its meaning. Nothing should go wrong,' he shook his head and turned around. His feet carried him to one of his couches and he sat down with dignity. His wand ended up in his hand and he twirled it around between his fingers. Like that he waited until his house-elf announced the Malfoy had arrived.
"You called for me, my Lord?" Abraxas almost bowed before him and Tom waved for him to sit down.
"I need you to keep an eye on me while I perform a spell on myself." The greyish eyes widened almost comically.
"May I know what kind of spell, my Lord?" The black haired teen glanced at him with intense eyes and decided it might be better if the blond knew – that way he could be of more help if something went wrong.
"I'm going to dispel an advanced Obliviate." Greyish eyes widened even more if possible.
"An advanced Obliviate? Who...?"
"That's all you need to know!" Tom silenced him with a raised voice and the Malfoy quickly nodded, silently pleading for forgiveness. "Be ready!" Again the minion nodded and the black haired teen pointed his wand to his temple. "AbdereObliviate Tempus!"
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