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"Honestly, I write No Escape and Elusion for you guys and I write Desperation for myself. So bear the madness that is going on in this story for my sake, please."
Harry woke up with a start and tried to sit up straight. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and Harry looked up to realize that it was Mr. Riddle. Harry closed his eyes. This was all wrong. What was going on? Where exactly was he? He remembered everything that had happened the last time he had been awake and felt extremely disoriented. Mr. Riddle's voice pulled him out of his thoughts,
"Harry, you must relax."
Harry looked up at Mr. Riddle and asked,
"Where am I?"
Mr. Riddle sat down beside him on the bed and spoke gently,
"You are in my home and you are completely safe."
Harry tried to sit up straight but failed. Mr. Riddle helped him up and spoke softly,
"Calm down."
Harry leaned back against the headboard and looked around the room. He looked at the side table and saw his phone and wallet. Harry located his shoes a little distance away from the bed and thought hard. Was he dreaming now or had he been dreaming before? Mr. Riddle could read the confusion on Harry's face and spoke again,
"Harry, you have been under the influence of a very strong sedative. It is normal to feel disoriented."
Harry looked down at his bandaged arm and felt extremely embarrassed. He didn't know what to feel or what to believe. He felt as if his world had been turned upside down. Nothing was making any sense. He needed to clear his head. He needed some fresh air. He needed to go back home. Harry finally spoke,
"I'm sorry for all the inconvenience that I caused you, Mr. Riddle. I'm just going to go home now."
Harry was about to get out of bed when Mr. Riddle stopped him before he could move,
"I shall not allow you to go anywhere until you have completely recovered. You are my guest and it is my responsibility to take care of you."
Harry shook his head and spoke,
"You've already done so much for me, Mr. Riddle."
Mr. Riddle smiled softly and spoke,
"I intend to do a lot more."
Mr. Riddle knew that Harry would never understand the true meaning of that statement. He fully intended to keep Harry here for as long as possible. Harry's voice brought him out of his musings,
"Mr. Riddle, I really can't bother you anymore. I don't think that I can ever repay you."
Mr. Riddle smiled benignly and gently squeezed Harry's shoulder,
"Harry, I do not wish for you to repay me."
Harry shook his head,
"It wouldn't be fair."
Mr. Riddle smiled again and patted Harry on the shoulder,
"In that case, I shall find a better way for you to repay me."
Harry looked down in his lap. His head was beginning to feel clearer and with that he realized how close he actually was to Mr. Riddle at the moment. He could practically feel his warm breath on his skin. He could taste the man's cologne. Harry felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. Harry tried to get his thoughts under control.
The rosy tinge of Harry's cheeks did not go unnoticed by Mr. Riddle. Harry was inexplicably gorgeous. He smirked internally and felt a smidgeon of pride. Harry was his. He cleared his throat and rose to his feet,
"Harry, you should get some rest. I have some matters that I must tend to."
Harry felt an odd kind of fear grip him. He didn't want to be alone in this room. Harry contemplated whether or not to voice his thoughts.
Mr. Riddle had just turned to leave when Harry spoke,
"Can I come along? I don't want to be alone here."
Mr. Riddle turned around and smiled his most brilliant smile,
"Of course, Harry."
Harry tried to get out of bed and staggered. Mr. Riddle helped Harry on his feet and spoke,
"Careful."
Harry nodded his head. There was something extremely soothing about Mr. Riddle's touch. Harry composed himself and took a few steps. He felt better. Mr. Riddle helped Harry sit down on the divan and called out,
"Peter, come here this instant."
The short man came rushing into the room. He picked up his shoes and came towards Harry. Harry realized what he was going to do and spoke,
"I can wear them myself."
Mr. Riddle rested his hand on Harry's shoulder and spoke gently,
"There is no need for you to overexert yourself."
Harry felt uncomfortable as the man helped Harry wear his socks and shoes. He noticed that the man's hand was stitched up and looked ghastly. Harry looked away as a thousand different scenarios of how the man must have gotten an injury like that came to his mind. Each more disturbing than the last. Once done, the man scurried out of the room. Harry finally decided to ask,
"How did he injure his hand that badly?"
Mr. Riddle spoke,
"Peter is terribly addicted to cocaine. I believe he cut his own hand to acquire some."
Harry felt extremely bothered by that and then spoke,
"He should be in a rehabilitation centre."
Mr. Riddle patted Harry on the shoulder and spoke,
"I agree with you, Harry. In fact, I did have him admitted in a detoxification program, however, Peter escaped and came back here."
Harry felt his respect for Mr. Riddle increase tenfold. The man was an angel. Harry got up and followed Mr. Riddle out of the room. Harry had expected to see the same labyrinth of corridors but the scene in front of him was entirely different. The walls of the corridor were decorated with paintings and lamps. He had definitely been dreaming before. Mr. Riddle led him through the corridor and down a flight of stairs. Harry looked at the staircase closely and deduced that even the staircase was different. Mr. Riddle led Harry into a huge office.
The walls were lined with shelves filled with books. The desk was massive and sat in the centre of the room. Mr. Riddle signalled Harry to sit on a leather couch and Harry sat hesitantly. He took out his cell phone and made some calls. Harry felt as if he was intruding on the other man's privacy. Maybe he should have stayed in the room. Mr. Riddle would probably think of him as a coward as well now.
Mr. Riddle saw the discomfort on Harry's face and spoke,
"I want you to examine this file, Harry."
Harry took the file from Mr. Riddle and began studying it while Mr. Riddle took calls and attended to business. He felt extremely guilty. Maybe he should tell Mr. Riddle all about Umbridge and Phoenix Pharmaceuticals. But, how could he? He couldn't.
Harry forgot everything as he got absorbed in observing the file and noticed several deviations and discrepancies in the amounts mentioned in the file. He double checked his observation and then spoke,
"There are several mistakes in this file."
Mr. Riddle looked up at Harry and feigned a shocked expression,
"Really, Harry? Highlight them. I shall view them critically later."
Mr. Riddle tossed a pen towards Harry and Harry caught it and got to work.
Mr. Riddle observed Harry and couldn't help but smirk. He hadn't expected Harry to spot the errors, at least not that quickly. But Harry had surprised him. He was impressed. Harry was as intelligent as he was gorgeous. He now had a better role for Harry in mind and he was certain that Harry would play that role flawlessly
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