Hey all! How are we doing so far? Also, if you've figured out Tom's plan, i know its a bit predictable. Anyway, im excited for this chapter because its got a big developmental step.
i dont own harry potter and i make no money from this!
As he stumbled he felt strong arms holding him up. He groaned once more as he leaned against the person holding him up while the room stopped spinning.
"I bloody hate apparition."
"I've heard you don't get along with wizarding travel." Came the dry chuckle of his captor.
"I am just fine on a broom. Or a thestral. And a hippogriff."
"Those aren't very reliable or always available methods. They also aren't the swiftest."
"Did you have to bring me here this way?"
"Of course I did. I told you it must be done in person. I didn't have much time to steal you away from your guardians now did I?" The elder wizard quipped back.
He stepped away and turned to face the man. He immediately stared rather openly. He had expected to see the visage from the end of his fourth year. He thought that the mental image was merely just that, a mental image. He indeed looked just like the young memory from the diary. He was bloody perfection on two legs. He was still tall as he had been in the graveyard but not eerily so. His skin was white but not translucent, it was instead more of a milky porcelain. Just as smooth and perfect as well. What threw him slightly off was the eyes. They were the color of the young Riddle instead of the iridescent ruby he was expecting.
"What's the matter? You seem surprised. Did you not expect me to look like this little serpent? Does it please you? I can sense your appreciation."
"Oh hush. You know you're rather fetching. Now will you remove these bloody things? They're going to realize I'm gone soon."
"You admit it. You find me attractive." The elder man grasped his chin firmly.
He raised his chin to make the younger look up at him. He smirked as he looked down into viridian eyes of his young companion. He looked searchingly at the boy before gently lowering his own head slowly. He carefully pressed his lips against the boys own. He felt Harry stiffen in his embrace and he moved to pull away. A small hand caught his wrist and he stopped. The younger looked at him with eyes full of surprise. He stood to his full height slowly and looked back down at Harry.
"Why did you do that Tom?" Harry asked with his voice slightly shaking.
"I apologize. I couldn't stop myself from desiring to tassste you. I sshould have asked for your permisssion."
"I don't think we sshould be doing thisss. What would your followers say?"
"What my followers ssay doesss not matter to me. I am fairly certain I am old enough to decide for myself what and whom I dessire. If you do not wisssh for me to kisss you then I will not."
"I'm a lot younger than you. You need ssssomeone with more experience than I do."
"I will let you make your excuses for now. Now let's remove thissss glamour. I long to ssssee what the old fool issss hiding."
Although he was irritated he waved his wand and began to remove the layers of glamours on the teen. The first thing of obvious change was that his once untamable hair became less wild. It didn't stick up all over like the boys father's bird nest hair had. Instead it hung in silky layers that fell softly against his forehead. The next change was that his height, while still short had been increased from his 5'6 to roughly 5'8. His eyes remained their vivid green but patches of gold found their way into the depths. Tom had no doubt that was part of the Gryffindor lineage shining through. His jawline and facial shape became less rounded and sharper. His skin took on a golden bronze hue. The last change was that his hair also seemed to carry red toned auburn highlights throughout his now deep chestnut colored locks.
"I'm not sure what he was hiding. I look the same."
"I do not know. Perhaps it was the eyes. If there is indeed anyone who could have recognized them it would have been in Hogwarts."
"The green was different enough. The multicolored is going to be harder to explain."
"I'm sure you can just explain the Potter line had some creature blood that minority affected you as you came of age at 15."
"Right."
Tom smirked at him and held his arm out carefully.
"Is it time to go?" Harry asked with a slight sadness to his voice.
"Yes my little lion. But I will see you sooner than you think. I've grown quite attached to our discussions. I should hate to part with them so soon."
Harry smiled at him and nodded.
"What about the magic block?"
"It seems your able to break through it on your own. It's cracking steadily. I think it's best if you break it slowly as you are so there isn't a major influx into your system. Your magical core has already expanded. I can sense your magic. It's beautiful. A smooth slate gray. I have no doubt the old coot will sense it. You'll of course have to explain it's merely your inheritance. Otherwise he will suspect you."
"Tom?" Harry asked softly.
The man turned and looked at him with a soft expression. He sighed as he felt the question on the boys mind across their link.
"Harry. I am not Dumbledore. I will not lie to you. I will not suffocate your magic. I will not coddle you with lies and shelter you from the truth. I won't restrict your learning. I will never hide my goals from you. I have made my way in this world with my beliefs and I gathered my support. I made myself from nothing and I took a stand against the coot. I can promise you I will protect you and help you to the best of my ability. I don't want to cause you pain by removing the block. If it doesn't break and you want it removed I will do it then. Trust me. I am your ally."
Harry nodded again and stepped closer to Tom. He reached up to grasp the mans arm. Tom wrapped his free arm around the younger and quickly apparated them into Knockturn Alley.
Stepping back from his younger companion Tom helped steady Harry on his feet before quickly disappearing with a soft pop. Harry stared at the place he had just been standing and made his way towards the entrance back into Diagon Alley. Once back in the crowded alley he ran into a frantic Hermione. She wrapped her arms around him and quickly berated him for disappearing the way he did.
"You could have gotten yourself into trouble! What if one of his cronies had gotten to you!"
"Mione. It's ok. I promise."
"What on earth happened to your hair?!" A red faced Remus gasped from next to him.
"Uh well it's apparently a late coming of age surprise? I'm sorry I ran off. I thought I was going to be sick. I ran into the loo there in fortescue's."
"You should have said something. You smell rather unusual."
"Oh yeah. I got grabbed by some guy who mistook me for somebody else."
Remus stared at him with a cautious gaze before nodding and looking around. Sirius came padding towards them and stopped to tilt his head at Harry. Both of them had smelt a strange smell on him. And Remus knew it wasn't from anyone in the alley. It couldn't be from anything but close contact. Not the kind you'd get from a random confused person grabbing you for a moment.
The small group made their way through the rest of their trip before heading back towards the entryway to the alley. Remus pulled Hermione to his side and aparated away with her. Sirius shifted beside him and grabbed his arm as they disappeared with a pop.
They all stood together outside the entryway to the headquarters and watched as they building adjusted to show them the entrance. Harry and Hermione quickly made their way inside while Sirius and Remus followed after them. Harry made his way up to his room and threw himself on his bed.
"You should be packing your bags." Ron said from his own bed.
"Yeah, you're right. I think I'm an idiot." Harry groaned.
"What'd ya do mate?" He asked over his quidditch magazine.
"He bloody kissed me."
At that Ron dropped the magazine and sat up. "He who?"
"You know who."
"What about you-know-who?" Ginny asked from the doorway.
"Nothing Gin. Harry's just having some trouble and we are trying to figure it out. Nothing to be worried about." Ron assured her carefully.
"Oh really. So that's where you wondered off to today in the alley. Your muggle friend. Not really a muggle?" Hermione asked as she stepped into the room.
"I Uh. No. Can we not talk about this now?"
"She's going to find out sooner or later. You may as well tell her now." Hermione said tiredly.
"Oh you're right. Come on in Ginny. Ron will you go get Fred and George? I might as well tell you all now."
Ron stood and left the room. Ginny sat on the edge of Harry's bed. Hermione sat herself on Ron's bed. Fred and George strutted in and plopped themselves on the couch as Ron took his seat back on his bed. Harry waved his hand and cast his now usual secrecy ward along with a silencing bubble. That caught everyone's attention rather quickly.
"Wow there Harry.. When did you learn that?" Asked the twins.
"Recently. Look. Guys uh. I'm not a light wizard. I found out I have a creature inheritance and it's a dark creature and I also found out that Voldemort didn't kill my parents and now I also found out I think I'm gay and the worlds biggest fool." Harry mumbled exasperatedly.
"Excuse me wait. Did you just say you're on the dark side?" George questioned.
"Voldemort didn't kill your parents? Then who did?" Feed asked.
"You're gay?!" Ginny shouted.
"Yes. No. I don't know. He may know. And yes I'm gay." Harry whispered.
"We about time you admit it! I knew you were!" Ginny shouted as she hugged him.
"Uh Gin?" Ron started "that's what you got out of the whole thing? Did you miss the rest?"
"Oh no. I heard that. That's great news. Mum and dad have wanted to go dark for ages."
"Oh boy. So Harrykins—"
"You've decided to join old Voldy? But—"
"Why exactly are you—"
"An idiot?" The twins finished together.
Harry stared at the three of them in shock. He hadn't expected them all to take his side switching so well. They only seemed to be concerned about what was troubling him.
"Tom kissed me."
"Tom?" Fred and George asked simultaneously.
"As in Tom Riddle?" Ginny asked softly.
"Yes Gin. But he's not like he was in the diary. And he's not really like we thought he was either. He's different. Something changed. I haven't been able to ask him what yet. But with what happened over the summer he helped me a lot. And he didn't need to. He knew where I was and he could have attacked but he didn't."
"He wants Harry at his side as an ally." Hermione finished firmly.
The three newly included Weasleys looked between Harry and the other occupants of the room. They didn't seem surprised by the fact that it didn't seem to be news to Ron and Hermione.
"He seems more sane. He doesn't look like a snake. He looks like he did back during the diary, but older. He wanted to help me and in return I had to agree to learn about his views on the war. There is a lot we have been lied to about. He's not really all "kill all the muggles". He doesn't like them, but he doesn't want to kill them all. He wants to find a way to protect magic. He also knows that purebloods aren't right with their blood supremacy either."
"I trust you Harry. Tom was my friend when he was in that diary. If you're sure, I support you." Ginny said as she grasped his hand in her own.
"We will follow you to the end Harry. You're one of us. Can't be too far off. Besides, who else will fund our endeavors if not our number one investor?" The twins laughed.
Harry smiled at them and caught Hermione staring at him pointedly.
"He kissed you?" She asked sharply.
"Yeah. And I froze. And then I told him all these reasons that he shouldn't have and I think it made him mad but he also seemed to think I was turning him down and I felt rejection coming from the link."
"You rejected him? Why?" Ginny asked, clearly remembering the looks of the young Riddle
"I sort of told him his followers wouldn't approve and then I said he needed somebody with experience."
"What did he say?" She continued.
"He said he could choose what he wanted. And he knew I was making excuses."
"Do you like him Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. Merlin yes. Hermione if you could feel his magic, the way it calls out to mine, it's like a thick blanket that makes everything tingle. He's bloody brilliant. He's dangerous and he knows it. He's also very seductive. In our minds when we can visit each other I've noticed he makes small changes so that I'd be more comfortable there. We have a lot in common. He's gorgeous."
"Then why didn't you kiss him back?" Fred asked confused.
"What happened over the summer. It wasn't just you got beat up." George said harshly
Harry stiffened beside them. Hermione noticed the change in the air as Harry's magic began to crackle around them. If any of them had any doubts it was out the window. They also knew right then that they would have no issue with standing against Dumbledore. Harry had begged to not be sent back to those muggles and Dumbledore had made him. It would be his own fault for losing his weapon, Nobody would hurt Harry like that and get away with it.
They didn't push Harry further for an explanation. They chose instead to help him pack and then they all made their way down to dinner. Miss Weasley had outdone herself as usual. The food was amazing. It was a rather quiet affair with many of the members of the house not currently home.
After dinner, Harry made his way to his room and laid on his bed after slipping into some pajamas. He felt the shadows moving in the room and he smiled softly. The weight on his bed increased as he saw the body of the dark lord take form from the shadow. The man seemed irritated and Harry had felt the irritation spike across their link earlier before dinner. He assumed there had been a raid that had gone wrong. He watched the man carefully. An irate dark lord was not a very good thing and he didn't want the man rampaging through the headquarters.
"Iss everything ok?" He asked cautiously.
The crimson eyes fell on him and some of the tension seemed to dissipate. A soft smile rugged at the corner of those elegantly full lips Harry found himself longing for. The man was beautiful. Pure perfection of the male specimen as far as Harry could see. Something was calling for Harry to touch him and he reached his arm out and gently placed it on the wrist of the other in a gently manner.
"Everything is ok. My elite just failed to complete a rather sssimple task because the Order of the Flaming Flamingo got there first. From now on they will undersstand failure iss not an option."
The older of the two dark headed wizards looked down at the hand placed on his wrist. He rolled his arm over and tugged the hand into his own. He looked calmly at Harry and arched an elegant brow. The small smile tugged at his lips again as he traced patterns across the back of the hand in his grasp. Neither of them knew how to be very affectionate.
Tom had never allowed anyone besides those he bedded for the night to touch him, and even that was brief and under his own control. He would use his followers or a random stranger for the night and send them away after things were over. He never allowed them to stay in his bed. There were no gently placed caresses or kisses. He was a dark lord. He didn't do sweet or gentle. There was something about the young man before him that called to him to tread carefully. As though he were made of beautiful but fine glass. The boy had had a rough life much like he had. He had however been able to stop and retaliate for most forms of abuse against him while the younger had not. Harry had experienced the full threat of what muggles were capable of against their kind short of actually killing him.
He knew very well that it was his own magic calling out for the boy. He could feel it. The boys magic called his own in a longing song. He had read that his kind and Harry's kind would feel a wild attraction to each other based on how powerful they were. He had no doubt that Harry was one of the most powerful Chimera in a long time. He himself there was no question that he was the strongest hydra that there had been in a long time. He had the full ability to control his form. Which he questioned slightly also. He knew in his line there were many who could only turn into some snake like creatures whereas he could turn into any of them and also a dragon or a hydra.
According to Slytherin this was a descended trait that came from the very front of their line and had adjusted as a metamorphagus ability had entered. The metamorphagus trait was what allowed him to shift his own body at his command and also the creature shifting ability.
He gazed calmly back at the younger who was watching him and smiled softly at him. He would love for the boy to take his side. He knew the boy wouldn't fight for Dumbledore anymore. He knew he felt attracted to him. He also knew the boy was scared and still traumatized. He would do what was in his power to protect him and show the boy the place he belonged in at his side.
"My little lion. Do you long to touch me? I can sssee the dessire in your eyes. I know you are attracted to me. You want me to touch you. Asssk and you shall receive." He whispered seductively.
Harry stared at him with a shocked expression. He definitely didn't think the other knew he was that attracted to him. The parseltongue was a major turn on though and he couldn't help but feel himself becoming aroused. He looked at the man before him. He was dangerous. He was powerful. He was beautiful. He was offering Harry a place in his ranks. Harry had heard the stories about the dark lords past lovers. He didn't think that he could handle the use and abuse before throwing them away. If he joined him he knew he wouldn't be able to let him go.
"I can't Tom." He pulled his wrist back and looked down at his hands in his lap.
"Tell me why you resissst me. Do I repulse you? Do you fear me all of the sudden when you never have before? Why?!" Tom spat the last part with his eyes glinting angrily.
"No. I'm not ready. And I don't think I will ever be for what you can give." Harry answered softly.
Tom hissed angrily and shoved him back against the bed. Harry squirmed under the new weight pressing down on him. He felt the dark lord's own arousal pressing against his own and he groaned softly as sparks of desire shot through him. The older pinned his arms down and stared down at him. An angry storm of emotions swimming in the crimson depths.
"You fear me because you do not know. Yet I can feel your desire to find out just how much pleasure I could bring you. I am a dark lord Potter. I don't do lovey and I don't do ssweet. I can offer you companionship on a level that no one else can. I can offer you power unmatched by all but yourself. I can offer you mind blowing ssssex that will make you come back for more. I can offer you the world at your feet. I'm not gentle but with you I will try if that is what you asssk of me." He trailed off softly with some of the anger leaving his voice.
He shifted his own weight off of the boy and onto his own legs which were now on either side of Harry and pinning him against the bed. He moved his arms to bring Harry's up above his head. Gently he lowered himself down and at the boys small nod he kissed him softly. He slowly begun to deepen the kiss and smirked as he felt a small moan against him. He released the hands he was holding and slipped an arm under the boys neck to cradle his head against him. His own arousal was now straining against his pants. Harry missed him back with a fierce desire and he felt Harrys arms coming up to wrap around his back.
Tom slipped his free arm down and traced the edge of Harry's shirt before sliding a long fingered hand underneath to caress across the toned stomach of the younger man. Harry tensed slightly against him but Tom continued to gently stroke the soft flesh while continuing to kiss him.
Harry groaned as he felt Tom's erection pressing against his own. He felt the impossibly large bulge rocking against his own straining member. He slid his own hands under Toms shirt and ran them across the back of the elder. His frowned slightly when he felt numerous scars along the smooth flesh. Small and large lines that seemed to cross over and over each other. He gasped as he realized what they were. Tom had been telling the truth about his childhood being dark. The marks were lines from being lashed with something.
The dark lord stiffened over him and broke the kiss. He slowly sat up on top of Harry and stared down at him with a strange expression marring his elegant features. He knew the boy wouldn't be ready to take things too far. And feeling him touch his scars when nobody else had wasn't something he had expected. The boy could feel through his glamour. His magic was able to feel through his own. He didn't particularly like it. But it wasn't dangerous either.
"You were telling me the truth. They did thisss to you?" Harry asked.
"I made them regret it. But yesss. They did indeed my little lion. You are the first to be able to reach through my glamour to touch them. It isss our magic and it's compatibility."
"Is that why you stopped?"
"Yess. And no. I do not want to pusssh you into something you don't want."
"You're considering my wantssss? The big bad dark lord?"
"Yesss. My little follower. I consider your wantssss." Tom smirked and kissed him softly.
"I'm not ready to go to that far yet." Harry answered softly.
"I know. That is why I sssstopped I will not have you hate me for taking thingsss too far. You are ssstill fragile and I will not break you ssssso easily. When you are ready I will take you. And after that you will beg me for more."
Harry laughed softly and pulled the man down into a gentle hug. Tom slid his arms around the smaller body and held Harry gently against him. Tom sensed a presence on the edge of the wards he had cast and kissed Harry once more before disappearing back into his shadows. Harry groaned at the mans departure and rolled over. He would need his sleep for the next day.
At his arrival back in his study Tom ran a hand through his hair. The boy was exquisite. His magic felt so amazing against his own and he could barely restrain himself. He poured himself a tumbler of his favorite bourbon and sat in his chair beside the fire. As he sat watching the flickering flames he heard a tapping at his window. He looked up to see a rather beautiful white owl. He frowned. None of his followers had an owl like that. The only owls who could get through his wards had to carry letters with no tracking charms or anything harmful so he waved his wand and let the magnificent creature in.
"Hello there. Who do you belong to?" He questioned as she settled and held her leg out to him.
He removed the letter and flipped it over. There was not a name to indicate who it was from so he opened it and removed the letter from inside the envelope. He scanned it quickly and a chuckle erupted from his lips.
"Dear Voldemort,
It appears that my friend has developed a crush on you. I know you've convinced him to join your side and I would like to also speak to you about my terms of joining you. Harry is like my brother and I would like to step in and help for you to further your relationship with him and aid your goals. If you hurt him, know that I will kill you.
Ginny Weasley."
Leave it to the fiery young witch who had held his diary for so long to threaten him. He liked her. She definitely had the mettle to make one of his followers. She clearly thought telling him about Harry's crush was a new thing and a secret but he decided that he could use to have Harry's friends on his side. It was clear the boy considered them family. He absently stroked the owl before walking over to his own desk to write a reply.
"Miss Weasley
Although I do appreciate your attempts to aid me, I already knew of the young Potter's affections. If memory serves me, you are the one who had my diary. I remember the fiery young spirit you are. Trust me when I say I do not intend to hurt him. I intend to bring him to my side at my side. As for you, I would offer you a place in my followers but I have no doubt that Harry would dislike that very much. Now that he has agreed to be on my side, I will have him gather his own followers from his friends and supporters. I will speak to him on it soon. Do keep an eye on him for me.
Voldemort"
He slipped the letter into an envelope and tied it to the owls leg. He told her to take it back to Ginny Weasley. The creature flew from the room and out into the night. He waved his hand to shut the window and quickly set about his own packing. His followers would have their orders to lay low and continue gathering support for the next few months. He could manage to have meetings once a week and monitor their progress. For now he had much bigger plans and couldn't be troubled with their failures. He finished his packing and set himself to bed with a small smile on his lips. This war would be over before it even started.
Sooo? Old Voldy has a heart as you can tell. I had somebody inbox me and ask me why I didnt have him cold and evil. I explained back in one of the chapters that when Tom split his soul he lost part of his sanity. So the ruling dark lord that was a wacko had about half of one percent of his soul. if you remember Tom when he was younger was cunning, Dark, and ambitious. he was smart. he seems not like himself as voldemort. i didnt like it. i wanted him to be more human. so i made it so it would make more sense for him to still be a bit ruthless but also gentle. hes going to be easy with harry and harrys followers but i promise he is still cold and cruel dark lord to other people.