A/N: Omg! So many of you are just the cutest things ever! I want to hug you all and just feed you all sorts of awesome foods in thanks for supporting and loving this story so much! You all are the best! Annnnnd now we start getting into the playful banter of Tom and Harry...also...we get to see just how insane the both of them are...also...I have to warn you once more...from here on out this story gets DARK...and there WILL be torture...it won't be tame and will likely give you nightmares depending on your arachnophobia Levels..not to worry...that won't take place for a chapter or two...anywho...I don't own Bodies by Drowning Pool...or Harry Potter...I do own this awesome shark character named Mako buuuuut whatever...Enjoy!

Chapter Seven- Bodies-

Skin against skin

Blood and bone

You're all by yourself

But you're not alone

You wanted in

Now you're here

Driven by hate

Consumed by fear

Christmas morning saw that Harry woke up to an irritably bright day. The sunlight veritably pulsed through the drapes and into his face, drawing him from his rather pleasant dreams with a groan of annoyance. Bloody holidays. Why did they always have to be so blasted cheerful? Even Halloween had its share of sickly sweet joy.

Resigned to the fact that he wasn't getting anymore sleep, Harry stumbled from his bed and towards the bathroom to shower and change. He was very grateful for the fact that Severus had been kind enough to sterilize the room of all things that might have carried a scent that wasn't his own or Harry's. Because of it, he had been able to sleep without his bandages or gloves for the first time in years. He had been able to slip beneath the covers, bare as the day he was birthed into this cursed existence; he had slept peaceably as well.

As he showered he pondered on what today might bring, Christmas days were never very joyful for him. How was he supposed to act around his new father? Was there some decorum that they were to observe? If so, would he be taught it or left to flounder as he had been forced to do over the years when it came to traditions of wizarding families.

He gave a frustrated huff and turned off the shower, continuing with his daily routine in getting ready. When he stepped into his room, he was dressed in a simple shirt and jeans that conformed to his thin frame in an elegant, flattering way. He sneered at the mirror as he passed it, hating the scars that littered his features, before exiting his room and heading out into the kitchen area of the house.

He began making breakfast as soon as he entered said room. It was a simple breakfast, filled with toast and jam, egg whites, and some bacon and hash browns for Severus. He set out the kettle to start the tea when Sev made an appearance, bleary eyed and grumpy as per usual. Only this time he clutched a letter in his hands, so Harry guessed that all of his grumpiness wasn't all about being awake.

"Good morning, father. Sleep well?" the dark haired teen asked, ignoring the brief pleased look that crossed the older man's features.

"Decently enough, brat." was the reply and Harry smirked while he doled out breakfast to his mentor.

He then sat and ate his own meal, silence filling the room as they ate their fill. Personally, Harry found it rather nice, and not for the first time Harry felt glad that he and the professor had mended their differences. His musings were interrupted when Severus pushed the letter he had previously been holding, close to the teen. Raising a brow at his mentor he reached our and picked up the letter. As he read it, his eyebrows rose into his hairline and he stood to pace, letting the missive flutter back to the table.

"When is he to appear?"

Severus sighed roughly and sat back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest.

"He will join us in the living room when we open presents."

The boy glared at his adoptive father before he spelled the dishes to wash and put away themselves then he left the kitchen and made his way to the living room. According to the letter, their guest would be arriving soon. Sometimes he felt that Severus really liked making him sweat. Except this time he knew that his father had been bowled over with the suddenness of the self imposed invitation as much as he had. When he made it to the living room he found himself instantly training his wand on the wizard that stood facing the fireplace. It irked him that the bastard appeared completely unruffled by his wand.

" Severus told me that you were better trained. I'm glad to see the improvement." drawled the older male and Harry scoffed.

"I was eleven the last time we met, Riddle." he replied, stiffening when his father entered the room and Tom Riddle turned to face them both.

Amusement was prevalent in those red wine eyes and not for the first time, Harry wondered what went on in the man's brilliant mind. He watched his father bow and raised a brow when Tom never turned his gaze towards the man. What was so interesting about him? He saw something unidentifiable pass in the mesmerizing gaze and felt distinctly uncomfortable.

"So you were, young Harry."

"Why are you here, Tom."

The Dark Lord smiled, a feral twisting of his lips. There was no kindness. Only sly amusement.

"I am here to offer you a Happy Christmas, of course."

Harry lowered his wand with a roll of his eyes. Of course. He didn't buy that load of bull for a second. He scented the air and fought not to blink in surprise. Tom Riddle was happy. Excited. There was another scent but he couldn't quite place it. Still. No deception. The man had come to wish him a happy Christmas. Though he knew that wasn't all.

Severus broke the silence by motioning for his Master to take the seat on the recliner while he and Harry took the couch. There were only a few presents for Severus and Harry. One of which was something for each other. Harry received the suit. If all went well it would be like a second skin, allowing him to bathe, use the rest room, and tend to sexual needs without having to be removed.

And for Severus the necklace of basilisk scales, etched with the protective rune Iar. The serpent. The dour professor gazed at Harry with such fondness that the teen shifted uncomfortably. He didn't feel that he deserved such a look, so he ignored it and turned to the Dark Lord when the man stood and crossed the living room to hand him a flat, wrapped box.

Intrigued, despite himself, the ex-Gryffindor began unwrapping the package and then started to chuckle at the picture that was revealed.

"Is this real?" he asked with a feral smirk, eyes glittering dangerously.

Tom's own red wine orbs sparkled with bloodlust as he gave off a sharp toothed grin.

"They are in my dungeons as we speak, Mr. Snape."

Harry stood, handing off the picture to Severus, who saw the contents and sneered.

"Take me to them."

The dungeons were dank and smelled of death, bringing rather unpleasant memories to the forefront of Harry's mind, and yet he still followed the Dark Lord into the center of its pit. A sudden thrill of pleased vindication coursed through him as they continued their trek inwards. This was it. Payback for all of those years being tortured by the ones currently residing in this hell beneath Riddle Manor.

They traversed what seemed like an endless trek toward the dreary cells that were beneath the Dark Lord's abode, but was in reality only a few minutes. Harry felt a rising impatience grow with in him. Why couldn't they just move faster? He scented his father's amusement and scowled, realizing that his face must have showed his agitation with waiting for the suffering to commence.

Finally they stopped before a rather ragged wooden door and Tom turned to the teen, his red eyes gleaming with dark humor. Green eyes became weary. He just knew there would be a catch. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the man, silently telling him to get on with it.

"Before we deal with these miscreants, I would like to propose a truce with you."

Interested, the shorter male scented the air and found himself startled again by the sincerity in the offer. He considered it, trying to weigh his decision by the man's merits and not by the proverbial carrot stick dangling in his face. A truce with the man who had made his life a living hell for the past...he paused. Other than in the first two years of his Hogwarts life and the initial death attempt when he was a year old, the man before him hadn't touched him.

"And in return for this cooperation and/or neutrality?" he questioned, his eyes wide in wonder.

A decidedly Slytherin smirk lit the corner of Voldemort's mouth and Harry felt his eye twitch in irritation. The sly undertones he was smelling were not reassuring in the least.

"That you lend your powers to aid me in the destruction of Dumbledore and his ilk. In return you get everyone who caused you harm while you were in the headmaster's loving care."

Harry slanted his eyes in annoyance. Why was there always someone trying to use him? He was so fed up with it. All he wanted was to be either taken care of, or left alone. Still, the benefits far outweighed the disgruntlement he felt about being used once more. And unlike Dumbledore, Voldemort didn't beat around the bush. Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking remarkably like his adopted father as he did so, garnering a smirk of amusement from said dour man. Not that he noticed as his mind was focused elsewhere. When he again focused on the Slytherin heir, his green eyes were hard with determination.

"I consent to being your powerhouse in defeating the Light. But you are to keep your hands off of my father." he stated, his voice brooking no argument.

Instead of a scowl of irritation or anger, as he was expecting, the Dark Lord merely gave his new ally a manic grin, successfully showing off his pointed canines.

"Severus Snape shall not be harmed by me for as long as we work side by side." was the vow and the ex-Gryffindor nodded his head in acknowledgment of its being made.

With that being said, the door was opened and they descended down the last bit of stairs to where Harry's present lay in their individual dungeon cells. Anticipation built up inside of him like a pressurized cooker, ready to explode if it weren't properly released soon. And when he finally lay eyes on four of his former tormentors he felt a bloodthirsty grin stretch across his countenance. His eyes positively glowed when horror mixed with fury lit across their faces.

"Why hello there honored guests, enjoying your stay?" crooned the Dark Lord mockingly, making Harry's eye twitch at the saccharine quality... even if it was false.

The teen shifted his gaze to Tom and glared, eyes mere slits in his irritation. He scented and could almost taste the humor reeling off of the older man, telling Harry that he had done it deliberately. Another eye twitch and Harry pinched the bridge of his nose again, causing his adoptive father to actually chuckle.

"Let us go you freakish monsters! Wait until the headmaster finds out!" Ron screeched, brown eyes wild like that of a scared horse.

Harry scowled, his brow furrowing and his lips pulling back to bare his teeth at them. He hissed at them furiously, the Parsel-curses sliding off of his tongue like silk. Each of them flinched back to hug the walls of their respective cages, provoking a strong sense of satisfaction to well up from within him. He was enjoying their fear, wallowing his senses in it with a great pleasurable shiver. Oh this was going to be good.

"Now now. That wasn't very nice, Harry. You should take better care of your guests." commented Voldemort dryly.

Still that blasted taste of entertainment oozed from the Slytherin heir making the raven haired teen flinch and sneer. Severus, for his part, simply coughed to hide the fact he was deriving so much pleasure from his son's discomfort. Not that the boy wasn't aware, if the glower that was aimed his way was anything to go by.

"Bite me, Tom." drawled Harry finally, calming himself enough to appreciate the humor of the situation even if he was still irritated.

At this Tom scoffed, waving him off with an air of indifference. If Harry didn't know better he'd have said that the old snake face was flirting with him. The heavy weight of his father's hand, rested on his shoulder, instantly calmed him further and he nodded his head to the crimson eyed wizard before him, shivering when the scent of their fear washed over him like warm water at the action.

"What do you suggest we do, my Lord?" Severus inquired, making Ron and Ginny scowl at him. Of the four in the dungeons, these two had always been the most vocal about their hatred of Sev. Hermione merely sneered as she watched on.

Tom seemed to ponder it for a bit before snapping his fingers; various torture devices materialized behind him. Harry couldn't explain the feeling that seeped into his being at the sight of so many devices. Everything from various flogging devices to larger, more intimate modes of devastation were displayed before him. If he could describe the feeling he would have likened it to the first time he had flown a broom.

Breathless excitement.

His eyes greedily soaked up each object, mentally cataloging what each did and deciding which would be perfect for each prisoner. When he was finished he wandlessly summoned them and placed each object in front of the intended victim's cell. Tom chuckled gleefully, a great hissing laugh that caused the prisoners to shiver in terror and for Severus to widen his eyes. One would think it was with concern but if they looked close they would see the pleased glitter that had flared in their depths at the vision his eyes beheld.

The Dark Lord swiftly closed the distance between himself and the youngest Snape and was inordinately satisfied that the runt didn't pull away as he had before.

"Very good. I thought for sure that some of your boorish Gryffindor tendencies had shifted over to this new and improved you and I am ecstatic to find this isn't the case. Why, I believe you have more insane Slytherin qualities than my dear friend Bellatrix." he stated with a smirk, pride for his ally's actions shining in his crimson gaze.

Harry tsked and rolled his eyes. He was certain that Bellatrix wasn't Voldemort's friend. In fact he would say that he himself was more in the market of being a friend to the crazy man than that stupid bint.

Oh yes, he knew plenty about Bellatrix. A few members of the Order had made him witness the Cruciatus torture of the Longbottom family via a pensieve-like spell, using the stolen memories of the Lestrange brothers and crazy bitch herself while they had been imprisoned in Azkaban. The morons of the Order had thought to cause him to feel guilty by their viewing, but really he'd been admiring how in sync the Lestrange brothers were as they cast curse after curse at the Auror's who had come to detain them. Rabastan and Rodolphus had been spectacular!

"I'm not a dog, Tom. And I can about guarantee that Bellatrix is no where in the vicinity of being your friend or any other such term." the other snake-speaker drawled, brushing at his robes as if to rid it of dust or lint.

Voldemort's grin became shark like, his eyes narrowing and the scent of his enjoyment of their banter sky rocketed, nearly bowling Harry over with its strength.

"Indeed. Well in any case I say it's time to get started don't you?"

Harry's eyes flashed briefly before he gave a decisive nod.

Oh yes...he was ready.