Disclaimer - I own nothing you recognise.

Auction Prompt: Day 30, Auction 1: "You guys are scarier without the masks."

Word Count: 401

Impatient

Harry looked around at the gathered Death Eaters and wrinkled his nose. "You know, you guys are scarier without the masks."

Tom, standing beside him, snorted. "Harry, don't torment them, Bellatrix will eat you for breakfast."

Harry grinned. "That sounds like fun!"

"Of course it does," Tom said, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. "If only the Light side could see what you're really like. They have no idea, do they?"

"They wouldn't get a clue if Fawkes did the can-can with a flaming sign telling them they were screwed," Harry sneered. "Now, I was promised much fun this evening after the trouble I went to to get out of the castle. Make with the violence!"

Tom looked at his gathered faithful and smiled wickedly. "You heard him. Let's go."

…

Tom watched Harry move. He was so elegant in battle—completely unlike the clumsy teen he'd come to adore—and so fierce. His eyes practically shone in the dark of the night, the green more vibrant than even the strongest killing curse.

He could see his Death Eaters pausing every so often to watch Harry, all of the surprised at both the skill and the delight he took in fighting against the Auror's that had attended the scene of the village they'd been running amuck in.

Masked though he was, Tom didn't know how Harry hadn't been identified.

He would know those eyes from a mile away.

But then again, he supposed the Aurors, or even the Order should they attend, had never seen Harry quite so happy or alive as he was in that moment.

…

"You were wonderful," Tom said softly, running a hand through Harry's hair. The younger of the two was sprawled out across the chaise in Tom's office with his head in Tom's lap, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile on his face.

"I'll have to go back to school soon, and make sure I'm seen," he murmured, tweaking the time-turner around his neck.

Tom wrinkled his nose in distaste, and Harry laughed.

"It's only a few more months," he said, reaching up to press a light finger against Tom's lips. "And then I'll be all yours."

"You're already all mine," Tom replied, kissing the tip of the finger. "But yes, only a few more months. I'm sure I'll survive, even if I don't like waiting."

"Impatient," Harry tisked, smiling.

"For you? Always."