Title: Do not dwell On Time for It Hates You

Summary: Harry is an emotional wreck, Sirius has just died, and his uncle is bashing him. OH! And the least likely person saves him! Warning Slash see inside for more!

Warnings: Slash (male/male) pairings, attempted rape, bashing and gory, swearing. Rated R

Pairings: HP/TMLV SLASH

Disclaimer: Raises eyebrow, what are u looking at me for? I don't own it!

A/N: I would like to say thank you profusely to my co- author Darkangle2393 for your help with this story (grins) ya da best!

Before in chapter one

"I didn't come here to kill you; I came here to ask you if you wanted to join me. Can you walk?" Tom says gently. Harry blinks, and nods. "Yeah…yeah I think so." Tom lets Harry go slowly; but Harry promptly faints in his arms.

Chapter two: Birthday surprises, and a whole lot of tender care.

"Quickly he is gone into shock," Voices were panicked and footsteps where hurried as Harry went into a fit. He was choking on his blood, and his body was convulsing.

The transformation of his body was painful, the ones at his house was only the beginning, and the beating had made it worse as he was slowly dieing. Tom was covered in Harry's blood tears running down his face as he rocked Harry back and forth. "Come on, you can't die on me Harry."

Harry looked up at Tom through half lidded eyes, clinging onto the bloody t-shirt. "Some Tom's eyes widened in understanding. "It's your sixteenth birthday." Harry gave a jerk of his head. "SNAPE! GET ME A THERATA POTION NOW!" Tom screamed.

More hurried steps, and then everything went quiet. There was no more coughing of blood or spasms, there where no more panicked voices. Everyone stared at Harry in awe, as he body was floating in the air, the glow that surrounded him at number 4, was 5 times brighter bringing tears to everyone's eyes. His eyes were closed he let out a content sigh from his enchanting red lips.

Suddenly Harry's eyes flied opened, his hands were trembling and that's when the screaming started up again.

Harry had never felt so much pain in his life. His skin was burning, he felt as though his insides where trying to get to the out side. But in true fact he was gaining his powers. His. The occupants were nearly chocking on Harry's power, the felt it and they feared it. Such power could destroy the entire world if Harry wished it so.

Slowly Harry's unconscious form floated down from mid air, and landed softy on the bed. It seemed as though the occupants where holding in their breathe as they all as one breathed out.

Whispers went around the room. "What is he? Such a beautiful creature what ever he is." "Silence." Tom commanded sternly. Everyone shut up.

Carefully Tom brushed a bang of Harry's long hair away gently. "He is half dragon, I knew from the second I laid my eyes, on his," he pauses frowning he continues, "there is something else though, I just can't figure it out." Tom sighs and looks around the room.

Someone in the back spoke up. "If I am not mistaken, yes……yes I positive now that I have gotten a whiff of his sent, he is part dark veela my lord." Pushing through the other deatheater's Lucius steps next to his lord bowing his head in respect.

"I believe we found you're mate my lord." Lucius whispers softly but loudly that all of the room's occupants could hear him.

The dark lord glances at Malfoy and then looks back at Harry and his eyes gentle. "I believe we have Malfoy, I believe we have." He whispers.

One week later

Harry's eyes flickered open for the first time in a week. Looking around his surroundings making sure no one was in the room with him; he jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom. He locks the door and sighs in relief.

He captures a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stumbles back in shock hitting the door in the process. He hisses in pain and rubs his head. Curiously he makes his way over to the mirror and looks at himself. His eyes catch his attention, he gasps. Holy shit my eyes are blue, emerald and more almond shaped. WAIT! I'm not wearing glasses. He grins to himself in the mirror revealing pearly white teeth that looked sharper somehow. The next thing was his hair; it was pitch black with royal blue streaks throughout it and reached his bum.

I'm as white as snow. He feels his skin with the tip of his fingers, almost scared. His hands were trembling as they ghosted over his red blood lips. Hastily he peels off the t-shirt that he was currently wearing. "Ohhh my fuckin God." His eyes widen as he sees a rock hard stomach, and a six pack to boot. Quickly pulling the rest of his clothing off and turning on the Hot and cold water taps he steps in, a blissfully sigh escapes his lips.

One Hour later

Harry, finally after 10 minutes of looking found clothes, he dressed. He spied a bookcase full of all different old looking tombs; he picked up one and walks to a single lounge chair that faced an open window. The book was named 'Dark arts – the unforgivables'.

Totally into the book, he doesn't notice the door opening and closing nor does he hear the soft foot falls. "Harry." Tom says softly to get his attention.

Startled, Harry jumps out of his chair dropping the large text on the floor with a large 'thump'. Spinning around so that he is faced to face with Tom literally, they were that close that Harry could feel Tom's breathing ghost over his lips and he gulps.

Tears gathered up in the corner of Harry's eyes, a lump forming in his throat, he whispers hoarsely. "Why,' a tear fulls down his cheek and Tom gently wipes it away with the palm of his hand, "why didn't you just kill me?"

The dark lord places Harry's smaller hand in his larger one, stroking the underside of the smaller hands palm with his thumb. Smiling gently at Harry he whispers, while bringing both his and Harry's hands to his lips and kissing it softly. "There's no chill and yet I shiver, there's no flame and yet I burn, I'm not sure what I'm afraid of, and yet I'm trembling, there's no storm yet I hear thunder, and I'm breathless why I wonder, weak one moment and then the next I'm fine, for you are here with me and everything will be ok." I love you. Voldermort adds to himself silently. A soft breeze enters through the open window caressing there soft skin. Pulling his mate into his arms, quietly saying loving and comforting words, Harry breaks down, body racking sobs going through out his person.

To be continued

Bit of info

- THERATA POTION – this potion heals deep cuts, and also restores blood. SAVES HARRY'S LIFE YAY

A/N: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED! YOu KnOw WhO yA aRe!

I KNOW I DIDN'T SAY THAT HE GETS FED THE THERATA POTION BUT HE DOES! LOL I WAS BEING LAZY WHEN I WROTE DIS! STILL I HOPES YA LIKES IT!

Tom: throws a brick at darkangeldragonlover's head "Shh Harry is sleeping" says through clenched teeth

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Tom: grabs his wand and glides over to Darkangeldragonlover

Darkangeldragonlover: "EPP! GOTTA GO" runs away from voldywort.

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