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Warning: Self harm, well sort of. Attempt on rape, you can probably guess who.

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He did not yell.

He did not scream.

He did not rage.

He did not do anything.

All he did was standing in front of his bed, blinking and knowing one thing.

Fate really needed to get a hobby. And if it already had one it needed to get another hobby.

He could recommend several ones.

Such as cooking, joining a book club or save all kittens in the world.

Anything would be better than continuing making his life miserable.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew it had been a bad idea to agree to take to the ball. He had yet to leave the cottage but thing had already starting going wrong.

The costume he had ordered was supposed to be a pirate costume with a tree leg, eye patch and whatever else was needed. He had been in the bathroom when the owl had delivered the pack. Harry had seen it leave just as he stepped into his room.

Whatever this was it was clearly not his pirate costume. Unless what he remembered about pirates was wrong and instead of eye patches and tree legs those guys wore some kind of weird, white dresses.

The only ones he could remember wore this kind of clothes were the Greeks and the Romans. Both people had had many great wizards and witches. So it would probably not do much harm if he arrived in the outfit.

If someone asked he could always say he wanted to honour the Greeks and the Romans.

Nodding to himself Harry let go of the towel he had been wearing around his waits. Though he was the only living in the cottage, Ares was currently on a hunt, he felt no need to show Hubert his more private parts.

He took hold of the dress, in lack of better words, and was surprised of how soft it felt against his fingers. More surprised was he when he put it on and found it fitted his body perfectly. Something told him it was magic's work.

He put on the small, open sandals, thankful that they would be inside. The costume showed more of his body than he liked.

When he stepped towards the door Harry felt a weird tingling on the top of his head and his lower back.

Knowing that something had happened Harry hurried to the bathroom. H was already regretting putting the costume on.

In front of the mirror Harry stopped and his eyes widened. Gone were his human ears. Instead he had a pair of ears which seemed to be from a doe or something like that. The gold glitter marks on his face told him he indeed was a doe.

He tore his eyes from the mirror when he felt something more so low that it nearly sat on his cheeks. Harry turned his head and looked down himself. A little, brown tail moved as a reaction to the frustration he was feeling.

Harry groaned. He felt a great need to hit his head against something hard. Tom had placed a cruising charm on every hard surface in the cottage. Harry suspected Hubert to have told Tom about him hitting his head against a wall every time he was frustrated enough. This resulted in him having to either fight the urge or find something else to hit his head against.

He was still looking.

Hearing the clock downstairs Harry knew he had to take of or else he would be late. He knew there was no way he would be allowed to stay away from the ball.

"Were nothing goes." Was the last thing he said before he threw the floo-powder and stepped into the fireplace, and then he was gone.

At Nott's place

Like all the other times he had been there Harry ended in the study. Houseelves were waiting for the guests who chose to arrive through the floo.

Harry straightened his back and made sure the costume covered as much as possible. Not because it was much but it was better than nothing.

"Mister working wizard came again. Master are happy to see Mister working wizard. Very happy, yes."

Harry felt himself blush from the attention the house elf was drawing to them. Purebloods of different ages and from different countries, though most of them were from Great Britain, were starring at him.

Their costumes varied from figures from history to magically creatures. Ladies dressed as nymphs, fairies, veelas and queens. Harry was sure he also caught a glimpse of Cleopatra before he left the study.

The men had more masculine costumes. Such as pirates, knights, vampires, demons and even a few werewolves. All the costumes shone with magic and seemed to have been made with the finest material.

Walking through big doors, though not as big as Hogwarts' doors, Harry felt eyes on him. He felt a light blush deepen, wanting to run out of the room. It seemed like he was getting this feeling every time he was in the main house.

Harry felt his ears and tail move. Trying to get a look around him and at the same time show the discomfort he was feeling.

He was truly aware of how little he was dressed. Combined with how petite his body was build he could easily be mistaken for a girl. Especially since his hair reached his shoulders.

To say Harry was impressed would be the same as saying that Dumbledore might like candy. He knew the Nott family was not the riches family, but they were closer to the Malfoys in wealth rather than the Weasleys.

Bewitched bats flew among hovering pumpkins. The room was lit up by candles. Tables with food and alcohol were places along the walls. And hairs were placed so it was possible for one to have a private talk without anyone listening in.

Harry found a dark corner where he hoped to be left alone. He knew he had possible costumers out there but right now he needed to assemble some of his famous Gryffindor bravery before he dared to talk to any of them.

Though he was standing in the shadows Harry still felt eyes on him from time to time. But those few who seemed to be interested in talking with him found others they knew. Others just glared at him as if they knew he did not belong there.

Harry knew he would have been threaded differently had he been back in his own time. People would have been gaping at him or talked about him as if he could not hear them, even though he was standing right next to them.

Or they would treat him as he had been in his second year on Hogwarts where everyone had thought he had been the heir of Slytherin.

So this was nothing against what he had tried before. If he had to say it he would say he actually liked this. At least lord Nott was nowhere to be seen. Harry planned on going home as soon as possible without seeming rude. Even more so when he realised who the round professor had tried to dress as.

Had Salazar Slytherin been living he would have killed the man, cursed him or had run away crying. He was not sure which one it would be.

Harry faked a yawn before professor Slughorn was close enough to see his grin. Unlike the other costumes professor Slughorn's seemed… homemade in a lack of better words.

"Good evening, professor. It is good to see you."

"Good evening my dear Evan. Well, I have to say that it is a surprise to see you. Not that I mind but it is a surprise none the less. I could hardly recognise you like this." Harry felt the blush make a comeback. Thankfully it was not to be seen due to the glitter in his face and the shadows around him.

"Thank you, professor. And if I may say it I quiet like your costume. Something only a true Slytherin would be able to do."

Harry wanted to gag but at the same time he felt proud of himself. Maybe Tom and the Sorting Hat had been right. Maybe he really should have been placed into the Slytherin house.

"You think so? Of course as the head of the Slytherin house it seemed like a perfect idea and a good way to honour a great man." Harry only nodded and listening half while his eyes scanned the crowd. Many of them had already started to drink and more than just a few of them seemed to have gotten a little too much.

"Could you tell me how Tom is doing? He writes to me and we sometimes see each other on Hogsmeade weekends but it would be nice to know from the head of his house how he is doing." Harry took the goblet professor Slughorn offered him and took a sip of the wine. He found it too sweet for his taste but said nothing.

The potion professor did not need much time to figure out what he thought of Tom. "Young Mr. Riddle is a well mannered boy who always turns his assignment in on time. He helps his fellow students. I can say we are proud of having him in our house. I dare to say we can await big things from Mr. Riddle."

Harry smiled softly. It seemed like Tom had not changed since he last had talked with professor Slughorn. Or at least the man's view on Tom had not changed. He had no doubt that Tom could charm anyone to believe what he wanted them to.

"Mr. Riddle told me you are working as a ward maker." Professor Slughorn said. "Yes, I started this summer. I am working together with Gringotts. They sort through the orders and send those we take to me. And we share what profit we make."

Catching a glimpse of the head of a lord he had not intention of getting anywhere near Harry drank from the goblet and returned his attention to professor Slughorn.

"It was actually how I ended coming here. What about you? I thought the professors were supposed to stay at Hogwarts."

"No, it is just something most of us usually do. But we are free to leave if we want to. I am here because I am a friend of the family. I helped one of his cousins to become an apprentice of a charm master. Such a thing is not just forgotten."

Harry was sure that if professor Slughorn looked more proud his head would explode. "Sine you are such a god friend of the family you may be able to tell me if lord Nott is in some kind of a relationship."

Professor Slughorn frowned. Harry was not sure if it was the change of subject or if he did not know the family as well as he had claimed. "I know the dear lord Nott is married, after all I was invited to the wedding. If I remember right lady Nott is supposed to be in Italy for the time being. She is also awaiting their first child."

So far it seemed like Tom had been right. It made Harry wonder if the other things he had been told was true.

"Evan! I was beginning to worry that I would never find you. If the house elf had not told me it had seen you arrive I would have thought you had decided to stay away."

Harry bit back a scowl. He had hoped he would have been able to end the ball with professor Slughorn and then head home. It seemed like he would need a change of plans.

As he said he would lord Nott was dressed in a knight in amour. Harry would have been impressed if not he already had seen three others walk around in the exact same costume.

"Good afternoon lord Nott. Is your wife enjoying her stay in Italy?" For some reason or another lord Nott paled. "Ehm, she is doing well."

"Good, is it true she is pregnant?" The lord nodded slowly. "Yes, but let us not worry about her. She is not here tonight."

"What a shame I would have loved to meet her."

Harry nodded to himself. Since Tom had mentioned that lord Nott was married he could not help but wonder what kind of woman the wife might be like. After all it felt weird to have met the man so many times but never having seen the wife.

"Anyway, it is a lovely costume, Evan. Though I would rather see you as a princess I guess this is good enough. It surely leaves a very little to imagination."

Harry shivered when lord Nott leaned closer. The man's breath smelled of alcohol. Apparently the man had gotten too much already. "Actually, some kind of a mix-up happened. I guess someone is walking around as pirate instead of me. If it was not for magic I would not have any costume to wear."

He shut his mouth when he felt a knee force his legs apart. "L-lord Nott, what are you doing?" Harry tried to keep his voice steady but the lord only grinned and leaned closer. When he pressed against his body Harry started to panic. Though he was wearing an amour Harry knew lord Nott had an erection.

Harry placed his hand on the man's chest while he cursed the Dursleys in his mind. If it were not for his so-called loving relatives he was sure he would be able to push the man away from him.

Lord Nott was so close that he could feel the warmth from the man's skin against his own. Unlike those times he had been close to Tom Harry felt disgusted. He wanted the man away from him.

The feeling of being the smaller one made him aware of how weak he really was against the older and bigger wizard. A glance around him told him that either people did not see what was going on or they did not care about it.

"Evan, I was wondering if you could accompany me outside. Those wards you talked about sounded interesting and I would like to hear more about them." Harry let out a deep sigh when lord Nott let go of him and stepped away from him. Both of them had forgotten all about professor Slughorn being there.

"Of course. I will leave the two of you to each other." Before he left lord Nott looked directly at him over his shoulder. "Hopefully, I will be able to catch up with you later on, Evan."

First when he no longer could see anything of the lord Harry's body started shaking. It felt like someone had just emptied a bucket filled with cold water over his head. Starring down at the floor Harry realised he had let go of the goblet and now the wine was spreading, looking much like blood.

His focus on the red wine was broken when he felt a hand on his shoulder and Harry could not stop himself from flinching. Looking up he found professor Slughorn looking down on him with concern in his eyes. "Are you alright, Mr. James?" Harry nodded not trusting his voice enough to try talking.

Professor Slughorn helped him with standing. While Harry leaned against the wall the professor made sure nothing was wrong with his costume. "I think some fresh air will do us good. Have you seen the gardens? They are an impressive sight. It reminds me of one of my old students I helped to get his mastery in Herbology."

As they walked around in the garden Harry allowed himself to slowly relax. He listened to professor Slughorn's stories about how he had people to success with one ear.

Through work Harry had visited the main house a lot. Most of those times he had been in the garden. The beautiful surroundings helped his to relax and concentrate on the task he had to do.

They were not the only ones in the garden. Harry spotted couples, some were married, though most of them was not, walking into the darkness. One could only guess what they would be doing there.

Soon Harry realised his costume was not meant to be used outdoors. Too much of his skin were exposed to the cold night air. Shivering Harry wrapped his arms around his body trying to keep himself warm. He felt cold but did not want to leave professor Slughorn's side.

Professor Slughorn seemed to sense his discomfort and started heading inside. Silently Harry wondered if he would be seen as impolite if he headed home now. Perhaps, but he doubted anyone would miss him. Well anyone who meant anything to him.

When they stepped inside again Harry felt his body tense. The air smelled of a mix of sweat and perfume. Laughter and loud voices bombarded his ears.

Deciding he had had enough for tonight Harry turned around to ask professor Slughorn to accompany him to the study so he could floo home. He stared at the spot where the professor where supposed to be. Professor Slughorn was nowhere to be seen and Harry realised he was on his own.

Looking around one last time Harry decided to leave. He had been in the main house enough times to be able to find his way around. At least he supposed he could find his way to the study where he knew a fireplace was.

Harry crossed the floor to get to the doors while he tried to avoid the other guests. Every time he thought he caught a glimpse of something which might be an amour he hid behind some of the other guests.

He did not care about the looks the purebloods send him. Right now Harry was more focussed on getting out without any more accidents.

The dark corridors were harder going through without getting lost than he had thought it would be. Normally the sun would be out but now he only had candlelight in the corridor. Harry made sure to stay away from the shadows.

He arrived to the study without getting lost or meeting anyone. He relaxed when he saw the fireplace. Soon he would be home and would be able to forget about what had happened.

Harry bended down to take a handful of floo-powder and heard something move behind him. Before he could turn around something slammed into him and he fell to the floor.

He rolled around and got up on all four and tried to figure out what had happened. Harry blinked sleepily. What little alcohol he had gotten had already clouded his brain making it hard for him to think.

"Do you not know it is considered impolite to leave without saying goodbye to the host?" The voice sounded close to his ear and send shivers down his spine. He lashed out were the voice had sounded. He swore he would do something as soon as possible about his eyes. He did not want to be nearly blind as he was right now just because he had lost his glasses in the fall.

A hand grabbed his wrist and tugged so he fell and landed flat on his stomach. Harry struggled when he felt a weight settle down on his back. "What the hell do you think you are-?"

His words ended in a yelp when he felt the person bite down on his shoulder, drawing blood before a hot tongue licked it up. Growling Harry twisted and turned, trying to get free. The only reaction he got was a low chuckle. "You look so lovely. It is hard to believe you dressed up like that just to please me."

Growling Harry turned his head and glared at the Nott. "Unless you want to get hurt I advise you to get off of my back." He had realised that Nott was not wearing the amour any longer. That had to be the reason to why the man had managed to sneak up on him without him hearing anything.

Instead of listening to his warning lord Nott grabbed both his wrists harder and forced them up over his head in a painful position. "Do not worry, love. I will make sure you will come to enjoy this. You should consider yourself lucky that I, a pureblood lord, will even think at using my time on a lowly half-blood like you. It is all because of that lovely body of you."

Harry's struggles stopped when he felt a slap on his bum. Blood flew to his head and his eyes widened when he realised his struggles had caused his closed to slit up so his arse no longer was protected by anything than his underpants.

"Tell me, dear Evan, are you a virgin?" The question made him start struggling again. "Let go of me now you sick bastard." The Nott just laughed. It was the charming laugh he had heard until now but one which could rival Voldemort's.

"Just leave it to me and I will make sure this will be pleasant." When he felt the weight move from his back Harry kicked and his one foot hit something behind him. Harry heard lord Nott curse and felt him let go of his hands.

Not wanting to miss the chance Harry scrambled away and over to the fireplace. If he just could get away he would be safe.

Halfway towards the fireplace Harry was tackled from behind. He fell and hit his chin against the floor. A metallic taste filled his mouth.

A low spell was mumbled and he felt ropes bind his wrists together, nearly cutting off his blood circulation. Hands forced his legs apart and pushed his costumed up. He heard Nott move behind him and clothes hit the floor while the man had on hand placed on his back to make sure he stayed where he was.

"I wanted to make this good for both of us but now we have to jump right to the act. Do not worry, I know you will enjoy it. It is the only useful thing your kind can."

Tears filled his eyes and made his sight worse than it already was. This was not what he wanted. Hell, he was not even sure he liked men or not. And even if he did he would choose who it should be with.

He did not want anyone to make that choice for him.

When he felt something hard poke against his entrance Harry's eyes widened. It was too big to be a finger and he had no idea of how something like that would ever be able to fit inside him.

Cursing out loud Harry kicked out again and tried to kick lord Nott as hard as possible. At the same time Harry tried to free himself by twisting his body in a painful way.

Glaring at the half naked Nott Harry forced his magic forth, urging it to do something to save him from this situation.

Harry felt a tug in his body and closed his eyes hard. He did not want to know what happened.

He landed on hard floor and curled into a ball to protect himself from any attacks. His body shook so much it hurt. Tears rolled down his cheeks and he felt cold air touch his lower body making him aware of the pain where he had been grabbed too hard.

"Evan, what happened to you? Were you attacked by Grindelwald's follower? Were the wards not supposed to hold those ones out?"

The sound of Hubert's voice made Harry sob and wrap his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. He could not believe he was home and safe. He had gotten away before anything could happen to him.

"Evan, shall I call someone? I cannot help you if you do not tell me what is wrong." Harry just shook his head. He did not trust his voice enough to say anything.

After what felt like hours the tears finally stopped and the shivers had lessened but did still not stop. He felt empty, cold and tired and he just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up again. His body hurt and he knew he would have some nasty bruises tomorrow.

With a weak smile Harry opened his eyes and uncurled himself. Hubert was hovering over him looking worried. "I am fine, just tired." Hubert snorted. "Fine my arse. You look like you have been in hell and back again. So, are you going to tell me who did this or should I call someone?"

"Nott."

"Do you want him to come here?"

"No!"

Harry sat up, ignoring the pain in his body, and felt the tears start falling again. "No. If possible I would never see that monster again. Oh my God. He actually tried to rape me."

Saying it made it feel more real. Like he would not be able to deny it anymore.

Hubert sat down next to him and looked him over carefully. Right now Harry did not care. As long as he was safe he did not care. He knew the wards around the cottage would keep unwanted people out; he had made sure of that.

Finally he stood from the floor and slowly made his way upstairs to the bathroom. He would take a long, hot bath to wash the feeling of Nott's hands on his body away. Afterwards he would head to bed and not get out of it before he no longer felt tired.

Hubert followed him all the way. Harry could not even get the ghost to stay out of the bathroom. Hubert watched him and made sure to note every little bruise. He knew Tom would want to hear about it. And if Evan would not tell him about it then he would.

Okay, I considered ending the story here. But then I thought: What actually happened to Harry's costume? Well, there is only one way to find out.

Horace returned to Hogwarts a few hours past midnight. He had stayed longer than he had originally planned. Instead of spending time with former students and people he had helped he had been looking for Mr. James. He had thought the little wizard had been following him when he had turned around just to find that he was nowhere to be seen.

Fearing that something might have happened he had started looking around. It was then he realised that neither Mr. James nor lord Nott was in the rom.

Having a growing feeling of what might have happened he convinced a few other wizards he knew to follow with him. Trying to keep the truth hidden he had told them Mr. James had not felt good and had decided to head home But he was worried that the wizard might feel worse than he had been told.

Horace and the other wizards had spread out to search in pairs. That way they should be able to find him sooner.

They had headed towards the study. From what Horace knew it had the only fireplace open to floo network tonight. If Mr. James had wanted to go home he had to go that way.

And that was something lord Nott had also known.

Normally Horace would have kept his nose out of such things. It did not have anything to do with him. But Mr. James was Riddle's guardian. And Horace knew Riddle someday would do something great. And being adopted by another wizard instead of living at the muggle orphanage would only open more doors for the boy.

As the head of Riddle's house it was his duty to make sure that his students got as far in life as possible.

Mainly because it could do him god later in life.

They arrived to the study just in time to hear the sound of someone apparating. Horace frowned. He knew that with the wards Evan had placed around the main house no one should be able to apparate.

Pushing the door open Horace hid a smirk when he saw who was in there.

Lord Nott lay alone on the floor. He was naked from his waist and down and had his arse in the air. The lord mumbled confused to himself as if he had no idea of what was going on. Looking around he found that no one else was in there.

It seemed like Mr. James had managed to get away on his own.

"Horace, I did not think you would be back this late." Horace looked up and his eyes widened. Standing at the stairs was the deputy headmaster Dumbledore, dressed in a black pirate costume. It was not something he had thought the other professor would wear willingly.

"Hello. Yes, it got a little later than I originally had planned. But a lot of my older students were there and I simply forgot about the time." He saw no need for professor Dumbledore to be informed about what had happened. After all, a Slytherin did not give up any information unless it did him good.

"If you do not mind me asking, I did not think you were one to wear black." At his words the deputy headmaster frowned. "Yes, I fear that a mix-up happened. I was supposed to wear a Greek costume with doe ears and a tail. Instead I got this."

Horace hid a shudder. He found it best not to mention where the costume had ended. At least one good thing came out of Evan getting the wrong costume. Fewer children were traumatized. He was sure their brain would have melted if they had seen their professor dressed like that.

"Well, I will head to bed now. As you said yourself, it is getting late and we are not getting any younger."

Horace headed towards the dungeons where he had his chambers. He would catch Tom tomorrow and tell the boy about what had happened tonight. Since it was Hogsmeade weekend the boy could make sure that Mr. James got home safe and no harm was done.

Otherwise Horace had a student whom he had helped getting into the lawyer studies. The boy would probably not mind helping his old professor as a payback for his help.

Wow, this is my longest chapter EVER. And damn, I am tired. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and that not too many of you thinks of killing me for what I nearly did to Harry. Think on it like this: If you kill me, I will not be able to continue the story and no one will ever find out how Tom reacts when he finds out what happened to Evan.

Anyway review and tell me what you think about the chapter.

Until next time.