Harry cried himself to sleep. His dreams were filled of faces, Sirius', Remus', and Draco's. When Tom snuggled up behind him, Harry didn't notice. Tom planted a little kiss on Harry's cheek. Harry smiled and wiggled back against Tom.
"Harry, come on, I have a present for you." Whispered Tom. Harry's bright green eyes opened. He rolled over and faced Tom.
Jesus he has beautiful eyes. Tom thought. "Please come, you'll like it."
Harry got out of bed and slid into a pair of jeans and an open dark green button down shirt. Tom Grinned. "I always liked you in green." He dressed in the same thing, but with a dark red shirt. Tom guestured for Harry to follow him. Harry did.
They came into a very dark hall way, gruesome pictures decorated the walls. Harry sighed. After months I'm still scared of those photos. Tom led him through a large doorway and into a huge stone chamber. They walked through the dank chamber and to another door. Tom flung it open and bright yellow sunlight flooded the chamber.
"Oh Lord Tom!" Harry shouted. He jumped into the sunlight and spun around insanely. "Jesus!" cried Harry as he noticed a broom. A firebolt. In moments Harry was flying around the huge court yard, Tom was lounging on the stone wall, starring up at him laughing. Harry left the broom on the grass, like a child, with his toy. The raven haired boy dashed over to Tom and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Tom, it's wonderful!"
"I'm glad you like it, love," said Tom, kissing his lover on the lips. Harry smiled. The grief only goes away when I'm with you. Harry thought whimsically. Together they returned into the dankness of Tom's mansion. Good bye, sunshine. Thought the boy, as he turned to look behind him. The only sun was in a high window. Down through the darkness it glittered. Harry's eyes widened. It's like Dumbledore once told me.
"You Harry, are a glittering beacon of hope, shining through! Despite the darkness in your past, you still shine!"
"Harry? What is it?" asked Tom.
"Nothing," Said Harry, planting a quick kiss on Tom's arm. A beacon of light? Yeah right, I'm the one fucking Voldemort, I'm the blackest being on the planet, next to him. Litterely.
12 Grimmuald place.
Draco sat in the third floor sitting room, watching every horror video he could rent on the plasma TV Harry and Hermonie insist they buy. Now I'll never sleep again, I won't have to dream about him. Thought the blonde.
"Draco what are you doing?" He turned and saw Lupin standing the door way, his arms crossed.
"Watching a movie."
"Why are you watching horror movies?"
"So I don't have to sleep, so I don't have to dream."
Remus' amber eyes shone with tears. "None of us want to dream anymore Draco, so we'll all watch together."
"No." said Draco. No passion in his voice, it was empty.
"Shut up Draco," Hermonie snapped. She sat down next to him. "Look we're in this together whether you like it or not."
"I've got food!" Sirius joked half heartedly. Draco smiled. Together they piled onto the couch and watched the current video, the ring. All of them snacked on something. Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Hermonie screamed, Remus clutched Sirius, who clutched the werewolf in return. Draco flinched.
"Who wants to die first?" asked Remus, he choked on his words.
"Who's oldest?" Hermonie asked.
"Remus!" Said Sirius. The werewolf moaned, and then shot the girl a glare.
"You did that on purpose! Selfish girl-child!" Hermonie gave him a cheser cat grin. "Sirius we're going to die together."
"Must we? I'm sure Draco wants me to live?" the ex-convict asked meekly. The blonde grinned and waved. Remus dragged a protesting Sirius out of the room. Hermonie and Draco laughed, and then heard Remus' scream. Hermonie grabbed Draco and dashed out the door to find him. "TIME TO DIE!"
Hermonie and Draco screamed. Out of the shadows popped Remus grinning and waving his hands like paws. "Grr! I'm gonna getchu!" Sirius cackled evily in the background.
"You minapulative bastards!" Draco shrieked slapping Remus on the arm. The werewolf only grinned bigger. Draco finally sighed in defeat. "The door."
Remus slowly crept to the door, Sirius clung to his arm, Draco clung to Remus' other arm, and Hermonie clung to Draco. Remus opened the door, everybody screamed. Standing in the pouring rain, was Blaise.
"Am I that scary?"
Nobody moved. Draco reached out and poked Blaise's arm. "He's real!" They all ran to embrace Blaise. They dragged the very confused boy into the house and shoved him on the nearest sofa. "Do you need something to drink?" Draco asked from the kitchen.
"Hot chocolate please!"
"Blaise what are you doing here?" Hermonie asked, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders.
"Death eaters, they attacked the house. My parents, I think they killed my parents, and they took my little sister." Said Blaise. A dead hush fell over the room. Hermonie thought she would throw up. "What's wrong? It happens all the time doesn't it?!" Blaise once calm voice raised to a panicked scream. "Doesn't it!"
"Harry, went with him. Harry gave himself to Voldemort. This shouldn't be happening, Harry wouldn't let him." Whispered Sirius, who clutched hugged the shaken werewolf, curled up in the arm chair.
"What are you talking about?!" asked Blaise pankickedly. "Harry, where is he?!"
"He went with Voldemort, to save Sirius' life." Remus explained. "Harry's Voldemorts fuck partner now."
Nobody said a word, nobody moved. The werewolf had been clear enough. Blaise sat perfectly still, as thought tramatized by Remus' words.
"That night in the department of mysteries, I fell behind the veil. I thought I was dead, and I felt something tugging me back. I don't know how it happened. I fell unconscious." Said Sirius.
Remus picked up the tale, "Sirius flew back through the veil, I nearly had a heart attack. He flew right into Voldemort's open arms. Sirius was changed, he was pale, but he seemed years younger, he was dead for a moment. But Voldemort brought his body back, and his soul along with it. Sirius' moments in death had eraised the years Azkaban stole from him. My beautiful Sirius lay in Voldemorts open arms, like a virgin sacrifice, cept Siri wasn't a virgin, no he hasn't been one in a while."
"Moony, love I wouldn't be talking." The grim teased. "Remember Lynda?"
"Shut up Sirius." The werewolf growled. "As I recall you remember her too."
Sirius went as red as Blaise's hair. Blaise loudly cleared his throat.
"Right," said Remus abruptly. "Oh, um….So Sirius lay in Voldemort's arms. And Harry, smartass stupid little Harry. Swaggered over to him, and laid a hand on The Dark Lord's arm. And I knew what he was saying. I screamed for him to stop. Even sirius wasn't worth what Harry was giving. Next thing I knew Harry was wrapped in Voldemort's arms kissing him. Nearly threw up. But Sirius was on the floor, I was frozen. Harry gave me a sorrowful smile and then he was gone."
"Jesus. Didn't think Harry would resort to prostution." Said Blaise, stunned. Sirius very nearly ripped off his head, but Moony held him back.
"But back to the issue at hand. We all know Voldemort loves Harry," Hermonie started, ignoring a gasp or two. "Harry wouldn't want Voldemort to kill anyone else. Why did he let him?"
"Maybe Harry didn't know." Said Draco's soft voice form the door way. Behind him floated mugs of hot chocolate. The mugs distributed themselves to every person in the room. the room was silent, save for the a few loud sips.
Draco looked at the floor, tears forming in his eyes, Hermonie starred out the window at the rain, here own eyes empty, Sirius and Remus were curled together on the arm chair. Remus was pale an haggard, his eyes hollow, almost broken, and Sirius rested his head on his lovers, his eyes were filled with fresh fury and anguish. Blaise shivered. Harry what have you done?
"Tom, what have you done!" yelled Harry. The Dark Lord stood on the other side of the room. "You promised me!"
"Harry, I promised nothing!" Tom spat. "I simply said I'd try!"
Harry starred at the floor a moment in an attempt to compose himself. His long curls obscured his face, "Liar."
Tom was in his face in an instant. A hard slap sent Harry flying, the boy who lived slapped back. Tom as startled, in a good way. He has my temper. Tom hit Harry, Harry hit back. In minutes they were rolling on the floor attacking each other. Tom was thrilled, and Harry knew it, it made him even angrier. Finally Tom had Harry pinned to the floor.
"Get of me, now!" Harry hissed. He slapped Tom. The Dark Lord pinned Harry's arms down with his own, his face inches away from Harry's.
"You are not in control here." Tom accented every word, and even added a touch of humor to the words. Harry thrashed again, but Tom overpowered him. "If I let you go what will you do?"
"Kill you."
Tom laughed. "That's why I love you, that anger, that Fury! So like my own." Laughed the raven haired lord. Harry buck violently under him. "Look Harry, I love you."
I love you Tom, more then you could ever love me, I need you. Please just come a little closer. Harry's mind screamed.
"I didn't order the attack on The Zabini family."
"Then who did?" Spat Harry. No wait I'm sorry! Please Tom don't be angry with me. Hold me!
Tom sighed and got off him. Harry lay still a Tom spoke. "The Death Eaters are restless, their life is about the relentless prusiut of death, they love to kill. I can't control them." Harry was up in a flash, so ready to kill Tom. But the Dark Lord expected it, being taller, older, and heavier he turned around and embraced Harry. The boy who lived attempts at freedom were useless.
"You control them! You always did, you have them on a three foot leash, if they go an inch out of bounds you punish them mercilessly. Don't mistake me for a fool Tom! I'm not a child anymore." Harry yelled. Yes Tom, hold me. I can't hurt you, I could never hurt you. I can't live without you!
Tom paid no attention to Harry's only his eyes. He read Harry like a book. The man had known now was the perfect time to hug Harry. "Trust me," he whispered seductively in Harry's ear. "I would never hurt you, I would never willingly cause you the pain you feel now. The guilt."
"Yes, Tom please, don't stop talking." Moaned Harry.
Tom grinned evilly. "I'll talk to them. There will be no more death, for you sake Harry. My beautiful Harry. I wanted you since you were in your third year. Pettigrew described you to me. How you looked like your father, but you aren't him. Your smarter, more of a slytherin then he could ever be. He wouldn't have given in to me. he would have let Black die, let them all die, but now because of you, they can live."
Harry was angry at the insult to his father, but the feeling of Tom's low husky voice in his ear, and his arms holding Harry up, he felt nothing but Tom. My love, my life, my addiction. Harry kissed Tom passionately.
"Promise me something?" asked Harry, drawing closer to Tom.
"Anything," the voice whispered in his ear.
"No more death."
"Of course." But Tom's tone was anything but sincere, and Harry knew it. One more moment in your arms Tom, then I'll be angry with you. Jesus Christ I can't let go of you.
"Your lying, Tom." Harry whispered in the same low tone right in Tom's ear. In fury Tom threw Harry onto the bed. Harry lay still on the bed for a moment as Tom walked quickly to the otherside of the room. Harry dashed over to the door, but he was to late. In the hall Tom slammed the door shut and locked then with a little golden key. He stormed don the hall, leaving Harry locked in he bed room.
"DAMN YOU TOM COME BACK HERE! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! TOM!" Harry howled. He picked up the first thing he saw and threw it. The vase smashed against the wall. "Open it!" screamed Harry. He kicked the little table, smashed the lamp, and finally threw himself on the bed sobbing. "Tom! Tom? Please come back, don't leave me! Tom!" he ripped the lovely pillows to shreds. "Sirius I'm sorry, please forgive me. I shouldn't have believe that dream. I'm horrible, everyone wishes I was never born." Again Harry ripped up the pillows, he tore at his own hair screaming, and finally he fell to the bed, exhausted. "Draco? Please please please don't miss me, don't care for me, hate me with the passion you used to. I don't deserve your friendship. Please let me out…."
After what seemed like hours the rage rekindled in Harry. He bashed against the door frantically. The raven haired boy pounded on the hard, golden wood. He sank against the door crying. His roughly wiped the tears away with the pal of his hand. "Alohamora," he whispered. "Alohamora! Alohamora Alohamora Alohamora!" Finally he screamed "ALOHAMORA!". The doors flew open and Harry ran out sobbing. He ran through the halls and found his way out into the sunlight courtyard again. He threw himself against the old stone pillar and hugged his knees to his chest.
Tom returned to the room with tray of steaming hot food. He noticed the door was open, the tray smashed into the rooms far wall, "DAMN IT! WHERE ARE YOU!" In seconds Death eaters gathered around him. "I want him found now! And brought to me, if he's more then knocked out you'll wish you had never been born!" the deathe eaters stood still. "You heard me, FIND HIM!" They split in different directions instantly and searched.
"Damn you, Harry, this would be much easier if I didn't actually love you." Tom growled, and set off on his own search for his lover. He had growing suspicions that Harry had retreated to the sun. "AND I WANT THOSE DOOR MAGICALLY SEALED!" death eaters hopped to it. "I will find you Harry, and damn it. I'll make you forget you were ever mad at me."