A/N: Because Clan of Draconian Darkness is SOOOO in love with the Harry/Tom aspect of my story I decided to put the next chapter out only like 3 hours after originally posting the third. So this is for you.

"WHERE IS HE!" Madame Pomfrey screeched as her head appeared in the fireplace. Everyone winced and paled instantly, having forgotten about the matron after Harry had run off. "Well, you see Poppy-" Remus began, but was cut off as the door opened and Tom walked in followed by Harry. "He's here Poppy. Don't worry about it. We'll take care of him." Draco said in an attempt to soothe the nurse. She glared at the men before sighing in frustration. "All right. But I want him here for a check up at some point tomorrow." The matron ordered before disappearing from the fireplace.

The group of adults all turned to the teenagers after Madame Pomfrey left their company. "Well, I see you two have met. Again." F. Harry said walking toward the two boys.

2 Hours earlier

"Where are we going?" Harry asked after walking in silence for almost five minutes. Tom looked over his shoulder at Harry and slowed down to allow him to catch up. "We're going to my rooms. That way we can talk in private and if my guardian needs to find me he won't have a hard time of it." As Tom finished speaking he stopped in front of a portrait of Salazar Slytherin. "Évolution de temps." Tom whispered and walked through the portrait, Harry following right behind him.

Once Harry was inside he was surprised at the sight. He had expected a cold, dark room, but was completely wrong. Instead of Slytherin house colors dominating the room, the window curtains and the rug in front of the fireplace, which was crackling warmly, were a deep ruby red, the couch and upholstery on the chairs placed around the hearth were covered in black fabric. The bed, which was on the wall opposite the fireplace, was decked in dark blue sheets and hangings with a huge white comforter folded at the foot of it.

As Harry's eyes swept across the room he noticed there was photographs lined up on the mantel, which he found surprising, and taking another look around the room he noticed more photographs strewn upon the other flat surfaces in the room. And randomly thrown around the room were pieces of clothing: Robes, shoes, socks, etc. In other words the room was definitely lived in, homely, and very friendly. Not what Harry had expected in the least.

Tom watched Harry carefully before moving to straighten up a bit. "Sorry about the mess. I usually don't have anyone else in here and I told the house elves not to come for a week. They're constantly straightening up things and then I can't find them for a month." He explained as he found a sock lodged under one of the couch cushions. "It's no problem. You should see my dorm with five of us it's like a hurricane blew threw." Harry commented with a chuckle as he picked up a photo of a table.

The photo was of him around his current age of sixteen, give or take a year or two, holding a baby with raven hair like his and blue eyes. Beside him was Malfoy with a huge grin on his face. He had the baby's hands so that he was waving at the camera. The baby gurgled happily and the two boys broke into proud smiles before sharing a chaste kiss.

"Who's the baby?" Harry asked walking toward Tom with the picture. He took the photo from Harry hand and watched it for awhile, a small smile lighting his face. "His name's Devon Thomas. He's their son. This photo's about 16 years old now."

"Why do you have the picture then?" Tom walked back to the table to place it in its rightful place. Sighing, he turned to face Harry but quickly averted his gaze to the fireplace. "I have the picture because…well…I-I'm Devon. Devon Thomas…Potter.

A/N: Reviews are welcome, from ANYONE ( No offense Clan).