Warnings: Torture, TomHarry.

Disclaimer: Pssh. If I owned it, Voldemort would be the winner in the end.

N/A: I was going to update last night, but was being weird last night. So I put up the second par this afternoon.

.SLAVED.

Chapter Two--

A Way of Living

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Harry was getting dressed when the door to his room opened, revealing a twenty-two year old Tom Riddle, dressed in the darkest of robes. The older man's dark, green eyes were filled with what Harry knew was concern. The old Gryffindor gave Tom a quick smile before he pulled the shirt that had been just going over his head over his lean body, covering scars that Harry didn't know he had. Tom continued to watch Harry as he pulled on his robe and attempted to fix his hair. It wasn't until the younger wizard was finished that Tom spoke, words underlined with a hint of true worry.

"Why aren't you in the dining hall yet, Harry?"

"I decided to take a shower. My back was aching."

Tom winced. Harry didn't seem to notice.

"Does it feel better now?"

"Yeah. But my chest still hurts…"

Harry put a hand over his heart. Walking over to the boy, Tom wrapped Harry in his arms, burying him deep within his grasp. Harry leaned into the touch, but still kept his hand over his throbbing heart.

"Why does it hurt so much, Tom…?"

Lying between his teeth, Tom told Harry he didn't know. And Harry believed him.

"Let's go eat?"

Harry nodded.

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The bed beneath the two moaned under their combined weight as Tom lowered Harry underneath him. The two bodies rolled together, letting every single spot of their clothed skin to rub against each other. Tom let out a slightly pained gasp.

"Harry—"

Leaning up, the Boy-Who-Lived chastely kissed Tom Riddle's lips, a smile spreading across his lips as he did. Tom could see the purity sparking in Harry's depths.

"I love you, Tom."

Tom couldn't respond.

So instead, he kissed the child again.

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"My Lord?"

The Dark Lord looked down to Lucius who was kneeling at his side. Allowing the man to rise, Voldemort waited for the Death Eater's report. Lucius gulped.

"He's remembering."

Voldemort could hear a pained scream from the distance. Detached, the Dark Lord didn't make any movement to go help Harry. He stayed in his place, high and mighty.

"Is he breaking?"

Lucius nodded. Voldemort closed his red pits for a second before reopening them, having any spark of emotion drowned out of the bloody depths.

"Then he's useless."

Lucius waited. He waited for his master to say it.

"So what should we do?"

Voldemort turned his eyes away from his servant. His side glace was crammed with overflowing emotions. But the Dark Lord couldn't let anyone see it. So he ended it.

"Dispose of him."

Lucius nodded before leaving Voldemort in solitude.

--end part TWO of THREE.

N/A: Hmm. There was the TomHarry bit. Not as much as in some of the stuff I write, but I was in the mood. And wavering!Voldemort is fun.

One more part left. If you'd like to see it up, leave a note. Jaa.