Only Happy When It Rains
Chapter Four, Part Two
Disclaimer: Still applies. ::sarcasm:: would you look at that. ::sarcasm ends::
A/N: It's the same rules as before, [] signifies thought. Sorry this took so long, I got a lot of work piled on me all at once. So, there was no writing time. Then I got really sick, so that screwed everything up even more. Happy reading! Oh, and make me happy and review, you don't have to, but it would make me a happy writer.
When Harry got to the small dining room, he found food already on the table and Tom waiting patiently.
"Ah, Harry, good, do sit down."
Harry sat and looked at the food. It looked delicious.
"You know," Harry said conversationally, "No one realizes exactly how.pleasant life here is. People are not routinely tortured and/or killed, contrary to popular belief."
Tom laughed, "Do people honestly believe that? How would I keep any followers if I tortured and killed so many?"
"I don't know, but it is common belief. The food looks excellent, by the way."
"Oh, thank you," he took a bite of the potatoes.
Harry started in on his dinner and found that it tasted as good as it smelled and looked.
"Mmmm, it's wonderful, particularly after living with the muggles for weeks."
"Was it bad?"
"Oh, gods, yes, they hated me so much. I didn't get fed very well, or treated any better. Everything that went wrong was my fault in their eyes."
"I remember living with muggles. They don't understand people like us, so we get treated poorly. And, the wizards who allow us to live with them are no better because they turn a blind eye to everything that they do."
"Precisely. You understand perfectly."
"Trust me, Harry, I will never allow you to go back to those.people." He sounded as though he could barely bring himself to call the Dursley's "people".
A thought struck Harry, "Oh, but what about my education? Will I go back to Hogwarts?"
"Hmm, that's a very good question." He appeared to ponder it for a moment, setting down his fork, "And one I haven't given any thought to. I think that for the present, it would be best if you returned to Hogwarts. But, then again, you would learn far more were I to educate you myself here. Really, it comes down to which is more important, your education, or outward appearances."
"Personally, I'm leaning towards the education."
His eyes sparkled, "You don't want to go back to Hogwarts?" He smirked.
"Not particularly."
"Good, I have other plans for you. Nothing terribly serious, but I want to conduct your education myself, there are things I can teach you that they can't. But, the final is yours of course."
[Well, it's a change from having my decisions made for me without even mentioning them to me. Oh well, what harm can it do that would be worse than what's already been done?]
"All right, why not?"
"Perfect."
Dinner progressed, the conversation fairly light and unimportant. Afterwards, Tom led Harry to a drawing room of sorts for more conversation. Harry had a feeling that the talk would be a lot less light and irrelevant. He was right.
"So, Harry, have you any thoughts as to what exactly you want to study?"
Harry paused thoughtfully, "Well. I'm not sure."
"Would you be at all interested in the study of the Dark Arts?"
"Yes, but,"
"But you're worried that it will destroy you. You don't really understand the Dark Arts. It's just magic, just powerful, different magic. Any magic can be used for good or for evil; it isn't the magic itself that is inherently evil. Knowledge is power, what defines you as a person is how you use it once it's yours."
Harry nodded, "Then, yes, I would like to learn."
"Then," Tom rubbed his hands together, "That is where we shall centre your education."
Harry was about to respond, but was cut off by a yawn. Tom smiled slightly.
"You're tired, why don't you go to bed. I'll walk with you to make sure you don't get lost in this maze."
"Thank you,"
Tom walked along side Harry in silence, all the way up to Harry's rooms.
At the door, Tom paused, almost nervously, then leaned close and brushed his lips lightly across Harry's.
Then, as quickly as the kiss had happened, Tom had turned and walked away, leaving Harry confused, but strangely pleased.
Okay, I did it! Hah! Be proud. Please leave a nice review. ::Smiles::
Chapter Four, Part Two
Disclaimer: Still applies. ::sarcasm:: would you look at that. ::sarcasm ends::
A/N: It's the same rules as before, [] signifies thought. Sorry this took so long, I got a lot of work piled on me all at once. So, there was no writing time. Then I got really sick, so that screwed everything up even more. Happy reading! Oh, and make me happy and review, you don't have to, but it would make me a happy writer.
When Harry got to the small dining room, he found food already on the table and Tom waiting patiently.
"Ah, Harry, good, do sit down."
Harry sat and looked at the food. It looked delicious.
"You know," Harry said conversationally, "No one realizes exactly how.pleasant life here is. People are not routinely tortured and/or killed, contrary to popular belief."
Tom laughed, "Do people honestly believe that? How would I keep any followers if I tortured and killed so many?"
"I don't know, but it is common belief. The food looks excellent, by the way."
"Oh, thank you," he took a bite of the potatoes.
Harry started in on his dinner and found that it tasted as good as it smelled and looked.
"Mmmm, it's wonderful, particularly after living with the muggles for weeks."
"Was it bad?"
"Oh, gods, yes, they hated me so much. I didn't get fed very well, or treated any better. Everything that went wrong was my fault in their eyes."
"I remember living with muggles. They don't understand people like us, so we get treated poorly. And, the wizards who allow us to live with them are no better because they turn a blind eye to everything that they do."
"Precisely. You understand perfectly."
"Trust me, Harry, I will never allow you to go back to those.people." He sounded as though he could barely bring himself to call the Dursley's "people".
A thought struck Harry, "Oh, but what about my education? Will I go back to Hogwarts?"
"Hmm, that's a very good question." He appeared to ponder it for a moment, setting down his fork, "And one I haven't given any thought to. I think that for the present, it would be best if you returned to Hogwarts. But, then again, you would learn far more were I to educate you myself here. Really, it comes down to which is more important, your education, or outward appearances."
"Personally, I'm leaning towards the education."
His eyes sparkled, "You don't want to go back to Hogwarts?" He smirked.
"Not particularly."
"Good, I have other plans for you. Nothing terribly serious, but I want to conduct your education myself, there are things I can teach you that they can't. But, the final is yours of course."
[Well, it's a change from having my decisions made for me without even mentioning them to me. Oh well, what harm can it do that would be worse than what's already been done?]
"All right, why not?"
"Perfect."
Dinner progressed, the conversation fairly light and unimportant. Afterwards, Tom led Harry to a drawing room of sorts for more conversation. Harry had a feeling that the talk would be a lot less light and irrelevant. He was right.
"So, Harry, have you any thoughts as to what exactly you want to study?"
Harry paused thoughtfully, "Well. I'm not sure."
"Would you be at all interested in the study of the Dark Arts?"
"Yes, but,"
"But you're worried that it will destroy you. You don't really understand the Dark Arts. It's just magic, just powerful, different magic. Any magic can be used for good or for evil; it isn't the magic itself that is inherently evil. Knowledge is power, what defines you as a person is how you use it once it's yours."
Harry nodded, "Then, yes, I would like to learn."
"Then," Tom rubbed his hands together, "That is where we shall centre your education."
Harry was about to respond, but was cut off by a yawn. Tom smiled slightly.
"You're tired, why don't you go to bed. I'll walk with you to make sure you don't get lost in this maze."
"Thank you,"
Tom walked along side Harry in silence, all the way up to Harry's rooms.
At the door, Tom paused, almost nervously, then leaned close and brushed his lips lightly across Harry's.
Then, as quickly as the kiss had happened, Tom had turned and walked away, leaving Harry confused, but strangely pleased.
Okay, I did it! Hah! Be proud. Please leave a nice review. ::Smiles::