Next chapter's up! Sorry for my grammar.
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"Marvolo, are you coming or are you staying?!" Abraxas yelled through an open window from inside the Hogwarts express.
'It's still the same...' Harry noted with open mouth staring at the train. 'Maybe he's slower than in my time?'
"Marvolo!" The blond yelled again.
"I'm coming!" he yelled back and made his way to an entrance, towing his trunk with him. Tom had to keep a watchful eye on the first years to the Head Boy's annoyance, not that you noticed with him smiling sweetly at them. So, the black-haired teen had put Malfoy in charge of settling in his 'cousin' on the train. When he reached the compartment that contained the blond, he found out his 'dear cousin' wasn't the only one occupying it. Two other seventh years were practically licking Abraxas boots.
"Help him minimise his things!" The blond ordered and the taller of the two unidentified minions rose from his seat. He took Harry's trunk and shrunk it before handing it back. "Really you should have asked Tom to do it," Abraxas continued as the trunk disappeared inside his pocket.
"He had to leave before I was done packing," he mumbled in defence and sat down on opposite side as far as possible. He chose to stare in front of him, instead of watching his 'cousin' being adored by his followers. The blue eyes stayed glued to the red fabric of the seat until the door to their compartment suddenly got thrown open. Surprised, he stared at a redhead. 'Weasley!' was the first thing that ran through his mind.
"Malfoy!" The Gryffindor hissed angry.
"Weasley," the blond spat at the smoking redhead.
"Give it back!"
"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?" Malfoy asked blinking innocently and Harry narrowed his eyes at him. He didn't believe one word that left that mouth.
"You know what I'm talking about!" Got yelled into the compartment but the blond kept his innocent act. The Weasley took one step towards him and a hand appeared on his shoulder keeping him from moving further forward.
"Calm down, Perry." A voice said and Harry leaned forward to see who the owner of that voice was. Surprised he looked into a face that looked a lot like Ron's father.
'Is that...' he wondered.
"Where's Sabine's trunk!" Perry yelled again but didn't move from his place.
"Yulk's trunk? Why would I know where it is?" Innocent greyish eyes blinked again, and Harry rolled his eyes. Abraxas clearly had another way of playing with his victims than Draco did, but they had the same intentions.
"Your little lover-boy took it from me!" A female voice made another Gryffindor's presence known.
"Really?" Abraxas asked and leaned forwards to grab the smallest minion's chin. "Did you take the misses' trunk, Elfred?" The boy pouted before nodded. Harry could only frown at the display. Elfred gave the minimised trunk to his leader and the blond twirled it around in his palm. "Cheap...," was the only thing he said, and Perry flew forward. Harry jumped up and together with Septimus pulled the redhead away from the blond.
"My dear cousin, I do hope you'll wash your hands," Abraxas glared at him with a smile on his lips. Perry turned his head towards him almost in shock and pulled himself free.
"Just give the trunk back, Abraxas!" Harry warned the blond whose smile fell. Only the glare stayed in place.
"Maybe you should remind yourself who you are talking to?" The blond warned him, and a sneer left his lips.
"Maybe you should!" 'Oh Harry, you didn't just use being Tom's boyfriend to your advantage!' His rational mind yelled at him, but his face didn't move a muscle. Malfoy's face distorted into pure rage and the trunk got thrown into his face. The brunet could catch it before it fell to the ground and turned around facing the Gryffindors.
"Here, I apologise for my cousin," he tried to smile but the mistrusting expressions made it hard.
"They should just disappear like their little leader!" The blond said behind his back to his admirers, loud enough for the Gryffindors to hear. Perry's complexion turned as red as his hair and Septimus tightened his grip on him.
"Ignore him, please," Harry forcibly smiled, still offering the trunk to them. 'Their leader?' he wondered.
"Thank you." Sabine was the one to accept it back. The two Weasleys' gave him a nod before all three departed as fast as they could. Deciding he wasn't going to stay a minute longer in Malfoy's presence Harry stepped into the corridor.
"Gryffindor!" Abraxas spat at him before he closed the door. Frowning the brunet stared at the door.
'Did Tom tell him? No...' Shaking his head, he turned around and looked at the passing scenery. He hadn't even noticed the train had departed. "Tom must be somewhere on the train," he mumbled before starting to walk in the direction of the locomotive.
-THTH-
After twenty minutes, he still hadn't found Tom, but he had found Ignatius and Alex, who were definitely better company than Abraxas. Well, Ignatius at least was. Alex kept to himself while the Parkinson kept talking about his Christmas' plans. "And of course, we'll..." The door flew open and The Head Boy's angry eyes slid through the compartment.
"Tom!" Harry called, ignoring the heated look that landed on him.
"Why aren't you with Abraxas?!" The future Dark Lord hissed while stepping inside and the brunet shot him a dull look.
"I wasn't going to watch my 'dear cousin's' followers offer their asses to him." The black-haired teen's face retorted in disgusted and Harry knew he got him. "And I couldn't find you. Where were you? Did the first years behave?" he pouted while getting up and letting his arms slip around the other's waist. A teasing kiss was the thing that got him back in Tom's good graces.
"We're still going back." Harry frowned hearing this.
"Why? Can't we stay here?" The Head Boy gave him a warning look. Realising this was once again one of Tom's test of dominance he sighed. "Can't we wait for another ten minutes? I really don't want to walk in on them having sex."
"If they are having a threesome, they won't be done in ten minutes," the unexpected answer got shot back.
"Reason more to stay here!" Harry shuddered and he caught the ghost of a smile on the other's lips.
"Get..." For the third time since the Chosen-One had gotten on the train a door got thrown open.
'McGonagall!' The brunet recognised the new intruder immediately.
"Riddle, there's a fight between Slytherins and Gryffindors!" Tom rolled his eyes in annoyance and Harry was certain, he hadn't hated been Head Boy more than now.
"Stay here!" Tom ordered him before following the Gryffindor.
-THTH-
Half an hour later Tom returned and dropped next to Harry without saying a word. The brunet looked questioning at him but got the message the Head Boy didn't want to talk about it. Shifting, he pressed his leg against the other's and laid his head on his shoulder. A smile formed itself on his face as the black-haired teen relaxed against him and he redirected his attention back to Ignatius who was poking a sleeping Alex's cheek. Somehow everything felt completely right.
-THTH-
It seemed to have been forever when Tom suddenly stood up. "I'm going back to Abraxas," he announced and feeling a little sad, Harry pushed his upper body from his seat but got pressed back down.
"You come in twenty minutes!" A surprised sound left the brunet's lips while his body moved downwards again. Only when the black-haired teen had left, he turned his eyes to the two others present, but they refused to meet his.
'He's probably going to explain the Dumbledore-situation,' he told himself but the feeling in his gut told him something else. 'Dumbledore, I wish I could tell him... but what good would that do me if his mind will get erased...' Sighing he slumped against the window ignoring how his two guards were still busy, doing nothing. His eyes kept staring at the scenery, they would grab hold of one object, to release it immediately again. 'What is he planning?' Unconsciously he started biting his lip. 'He won't hurt anyo- Harry, he's Voldemort!' he reminded himself. 'No, not yet,' His head shook in denial, 'but he will if I don't save him.' Nodding to himself his eyes caught a passing tree. 'I wonder how Ron and 'Mione are doing?' A sigh left his lips. 'Ron would hate me if he knew how close I have gotten to Tom. And how close... the only thing he hasn't done yet... No, Harry now isn't the time!' Again, he shook his head. 'At least he doesn't force me,' he thought as he leaned his forehead against the window again and a small smile crawled on his face. 'He can be caring if he wants too.'
"Uh, Marvolo?" Ignatius pulled him from his mental pondering. "Those twenty minutes are almost up." Harry needed a couple of seconds to progress the meaning if his words before he bolted out of the door. Only when he reached Malfoy's compartment did he slow down and took a couple of breaths to calm down. Pushing open the door, he felt his eyes widen at the sight before him. Abraxas was still in the same seat but instead of sitting comfortable on the cushions, he was laying on his back panting heavily. Leaning over him stood another teen he didn't recognised but could guess was a seventh year. The stranger had his wand pointed at the blond who was quivering unstoppable. All of this happened under the watchful eyes of Tom, who had settled himself on the other side of the compartment.
"Have the twenty minutes passed already?" he asked like nothing was out of the ordinary. Harry nodded slowly as his eyes slid from Tom back to Abraxas who was looking at him pleadingly. "Sit down, Romulus you can leave." The words didn't register in his mind as he could only stare at the blond. "Marvolo!" His face jerked towards the future Dark Lord. Brown eyes looked impatiently at him and his body moved itself next to the Head Boy. As he sat down Romulus left with a small bow directed at Tom. "Abraxas will be accompanying us to the orphanage," Tom said like that would explain everything. Harry could only nod as his eyes refused to leave the floor.
-THTH-
"There you are, my boys," Dumbledore walked with a warm smile towards them. Tom gave him a glare, but the professor ignored him and turned his attention to his boy instead. "Are you glad to see your aunt and uncle again?" The Head Boy could only roll his eyes and grabbed Marvolo's wrist. It didn't go unnoticed that his boy seemed to inch towards the enemy. 'Romulus shouldn't have messed up,' he thought knowing all too well what had shocked the brunet. If the blockhead had listened to him, Abraxas wouldn't have dared to object. His eyes scanned the blond, who still looked a little shaken, but as he was talking to the transfiguration professor, he seemed to regain his former dignity. "Yes, come let's leave, I'm certain your parents are waiting impatiently on you two," Dumbledore got him out of his thoughts, and he pulled Marvolo closer to him. He noted the blue eyes glance at him, but the boy didn't say anything. Dumbledore led them towards an empty toilet stall where he mumbled a muggle repelling spell, before pulling something out of his pocket. Tom recognised it as a ring, more precisely a ring that bared the Malfoy crest. Frowning he looked at Abraxas who didn't seemed faced.
'He has had contact with the Malfoys,' he pressed his lips together in frustration. Dumbledore must be the only person on the world who could ruin his plans over again and again. 'Abraxas better plays his part more than good,' he rose Marvolo's hand and touched the portkey. As he regained himself, he looked around in the familiar hall.
"Master, welcome home, Master!" The house-elf popped in and Abraxas dropped his trunk in the elf's hands.
"I'll go search for my parents," he announced and sped off. Tom felt his frustration lessen as the blond made sure he met his parents in private before meeting Dumbledore. He turned to his boy and noted the blue eyes were staring in shock at the house-elf.
"Marvolo!" he hissed, and the brunet shot out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Are you happy to be home?" Dumbledore interrupted them and looked smiling at Marvolo.
"Uh, yes..." the answer came out a little too slow and the professor sighed. Tom tightened his hold on the boy's wrist as his heart clenched fearing Dumbledore suspected something.
"I guess it still doesn't really feel like home. Don't worry, it'll get better," the professor assured Marvolo with a pat on his shoulder and Tom let go of the brunet's hand in relief.
"Professor Dumbledore, please be welcome." A blond woman suddenly entered the hallway. She seemed to float towards them.
"Ah, Presea, it's great to see you again."
"Please come in. Dobby bring us tea!" she yelled into the air before laying her hand on the brunet's shoulder. Tom's eyes immediately glared holes in it and he had to order himself to stay calm. "Don't keep your professor waiting, Marvolo," Presea pushed him towards the room, she had exited a couple of minutes ago. Gritting his teeth Tom followed them, making sure to stay as close as possible near his property.
-THTH-
Harry could feel the woman's nails pressing in his shoulder and push him forward, giving the impression he was leading her instead. Entering the room, Abraxas and his father caught his eyes. Immediately, he noted how uncomfortable his 'cousin' looked. 'What did Tom make him do?' he wondered as the pressure of the woman's hand finally disappeared. Tom didn't waste time to grab his wrist again. 'When did he let go?' he couldn't help but wonder as he glanced at the hand holding him. A pop pulled his attention and Dobby entered with tea and cookies. Seeing his friend in his chains, shook him for a second time. 'I can't do anything in this time, I'm so sorry, Dobby,' he apologised and bite his tongue not to say thank you when he received a cup with hot beverage. Tom pulled him towards the largest loveseat and made him sit down. Harry was glad he didn't spill any of the hot liquid on himself with the way the future Dark Lord was acting.
"I'm afraid I can't stay long," Dumbledore apologised as he nipped from his tea still standing and picked a cookie from its place on the plate.
"Of course, don't feel pressured to stay long." Abraxas' father assured him with his son sitting quietly beside him. The professor emptied his cup and started making directions towards the hall again. The master of the house joined him, and Harry looked up at his 'aunt'. Too his discomfort, she was only staring aimlessly before her. His eyes moved to Abraxas who looked everywhere except the people present. Nobody said a word until Abraxas' father entered the room again and sat down next to his wife before taking over her expression. He could feel Tom relax and lean backwards.
"You did well." Abraxas immediately jumped on his feet and bowed his head a little in submission. Narrowing his eyes, Harry turned from the blond to the black-haired teen.
"What did you make him do?" he asked suspiciously, and the Head Boy had the nerve to smirk at him.
"I just followed your suggestion." Blue eyes widened and the brunet's breath stuck. "Let's go, we still have work to do," Tom intentionally looked back at Abraxas, who shrunk a little. Without a word the Head Boy pulled Harry up and strode towards the door.
"Dobby!" Malfoy yelled and the house-elf popped into the room. "Start unpacking!" Dobby bowed and assured him everything would be where the master wanted it when master returned. "Father, mother, please continue with your daily routine," the blond continued monotone not daring to look at his parents. Harry did look before Tom pulled him into the hall and saw them return to the living. They behaved normally; you would never suspect them being under an Imperius curse. Once in the hall Tom stopped all of a sudden and turned around looked impatiently at the blond. Abraxas quickly withdraw his wand and reached out his hand. Harry could only blink as he didn't understand what was happening. Tom raised their hands and laid the brunet's wrist on Malfoy's waiting hand. With a shock he was suddenly twirling around until he abruptly stopped and fell down. Realising what had just happened blue eyes looked up and saw the two seventh years staring down at him. Tom even had the courtesy to smirk at him.
"Clearly not used to Apparating," he chuckled as he reached his hand down, which Harry accepted a little grumpy. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't used to Apparating, how many times had he done it? And normally he did get a warning. Tom pulled him up and blue eyes slid over their surroundings. They were standing in an alley.
"Where are we?" he asked but didn't get an answer, instead Abraxas pointed his wand at him. He could feel his alias drop, but before he could ask anything the future Dark Lord was again pulling him along. They entered the buzzing streets, took a couple of turns before stopping before a large fence. One look was all it took to pinpoint where they were. "Your orphanage..." Harry mumbled, and Tom gave him an unreadable look. Abraxas quietly waited next to them without saying a word until his master moved. The blond was the one who rang the bell and after a minute a young woman opened the door. Her friendly expression fell the moment she noticed Tom.
"Oh, it's you..." she mumbled and moved from the door the let them enter. The black-haired teen pulled through the doorway with Abraxas following close behind them. Once inside Harry noticed the black-haired teen turned around and followed his example to see his 'cousin' point his wand at the woman and yell: "Imperius!". Immediately the woman's eyes turned dull and Harry took a step forward to stop the blond even if it was already too late, but Tom held him firmly in place. With disbelieve on his face, he turned to his restrainer, but the black-haired teen kept his gaze on his minion.
"Tom's boyfriend will be staying here during the holiday. You will do everything that they ask of you and let nobody interfere with their business," Abraxas ordered in a cold voice that gave Harry the chills. The young woman nodded, and the blond ordered her to continue her daily routine. Green eyes watched her move away from them and he bite his lip in frustration.
'I should have known... I shouldn't be surprised... I'm failing...'
"I'll be taking my leave now. Have a good Christmas' holiday," Abraxas announced his departure and Harry turned back to his 'cousin'. Tom gave the blond a nod as goodbye and the Malfoy stepped outside. The Chosen-One's imagination could see him walk back to the alley, they had arrived in and Apparate home. His eyes moved to the future Dark Lord who grabbed his wrist again and pulled him along in the direction the woman had disappeared to. They passed several closed doors, where children's voices could be heard from behind and walked to the first floor where Tom finally opened one of the same looking doors. Once inside, with the door closed behind them, did the Head Boy release his hold on Harry's wrist.
"This is your room?" The Chosen-One had to ask. It was so small and dark. Not a place you would want to grow up in. "It's still better than a cupboard under the staircase," he offered when the other's face darkened. He succeeded as Tom briskly turned his head towards him.
"A cupboard under the staircase?" he repeated with a hint of anger in his voice.
'Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon can be so happy; they aren't born yet!' Harry thought as he nodded sadly.
"I did get a room, eventually..." he didn't want to elaborate that they just had been scared. The black-haired teen's hand rose and caressed his cheek tenderly.
"Once I'm of age I'll buy us a house and our room will be majesty." The younger boy smiled brightly, and Tom pulled him in, laying his forehead against the other's.
"Our room... Sounds good," Harry couldn't stop smiling and peck the Head Boy teasingly on the lips. Then something struck him. "Wait, you're not seventeen yet?" he asked surprised and a smirk formed against his lips.
"Why do you think I... we needed Abraxas," Tom corrected himself and the Chosen-One couldn't deny he liked the sound of we, but not so much the context.
"When is your birthday?" he asked ignoring the Malfoy thing.
"The last day of the year." Green eyes widened in surprise.
"Really? That's just a little over a week."
"Not that anybody ever remembers it," the older teenager huffed while releasing the other and walked to his bed where he dropped himself on the covers.
"Then we're definitely celebrating it this year!" Harry pouted as he forced himself to follow the black-haired teen's example and crawled on top of him. They shared a short kiss where after the youngster laid his head on the Head Boy's chest. "This bed really is too small," he mumbled after a couple of minutes and felled a chuckle vibrate through the chest underneath him.
"In a little over a week, I'll transform it into a king-size," Tom promised still chuckling.
-THTH-
The next morning came surprisingly fast to Harry as he whimpered against the sunlight shining in his sleepy eyes and a heavy weight covered his left side. His first reaction was to push the weight away but when the fragrance of the body, he had identified it as a body, reached his nose he pulled it closer again. Pressing his face against the neck he hid his eyes from the sun and sighed contently. A finger found his cheek and stroked it gently until he groaned. "We should get up if we still want breakfast," Tom mumbled against his ear and the youngster sighed in defeat. They didn't had dinner last night and with the thought of food his stomach betrayed him by making noise. "And it's not like I have a house-elf. We'll have to go downstairs." Hearing the dread in the other's voice Harry looked up. He got greeted with a kiss that turned heated with the slightest pressure. He felt Tom's hand crawl downward to the hem of his pants and he wonder how he had been able to sleep with all his clothes still on before a short cry escaped his lips. The fingers had found his skin and had startled him. His arms slipped around the other's body; one caressed the back of the black-haired teen's neck while the other started patting his buttocks. His stomach destroyed the hot atmosphere with another rumble and Tom couldn't help but laugh. "Let's go eat," he chuckled while raising himself and Harry dropped his arms in the process.
"And we were just getting to the good part," he pouted and loved how the other laughed before descending again. A teasing kiss was shared before Tom got up for real. The older teen looked down at the other giving him a questioning look. "All right, I'm up, I'm up!" Harry crawled from between the sheets and stood up stretching his limbs. When his eyes focused on his boyfriend again, he noted said boyfriend was standing with one hand on the door handle and the other carrying their bathroom equipment. He got the impression the other was expecting something from him. "What?" he asked, and Tom rolled his eyes.
"Clothes!"
"Oh yes!" Harry mentally hit himself on the head and sprinted towards both their trunks. 'How did they? Oh, forget it!' he wondered before grabbing Tom's clothes, which were sitting nicely folded on top of the trunk of said teen and quickly picked his own outfit. Tom opened the door as he skipped towards him, let him pass and closed the door behind them again. He led Harry towards the bathroom and found a couple of kids standing before it, waiting for their turn. When they noted who had joined them, they disappeared as fast as their little legs could carry them. "You're such a bully," Harry mumbled and got an evil smirk directed at him. Tom knocked on the door and waited with his arms folded. The door opened and an eye peered through the opening. A screech was heard, and a shuffling sound announced the person inside was gathering her things. Harry frowned as a young girl threw the door open, mumbled a quiet good morning before sprinting away towards a door, her room he presumed. "You could have let her finish." Tom just rolled his eyes while entering the bathroom and sneered in disgust.
"Muggles should fear us," he answered pulling his shirt over his head and turned to his boyfriend who was still standing in the hallway. "Are you coming?"
"Muggles shouldn't fear us!" Harry said a little angry, making the other frown at him.
"After what they did, you would still protect them?" The black-haired teen asked referring to his muggle relatives.
"Yes!" he answered immediately and not a doubt in his mind made him rethink it. Tom sighed and grabbed the front of his shirt. The brunet let himself be pulled inside the bathroom and heard the door close behind him before he got pushed against it.
"If they're dead, they don't need protection!" The older teen hissed letting his breath caress Harry's face.
"But you don't have the right to choose who lives and dies." Brown eyes narrowed.
"Survival of the fittest, we kill them before they kill us!"
"They won't kill us, if they did, it would mean killing their own family." Another sneer was released, and Tom backed up from him.
"You won't believe that for much longer."
"What?" Harry asked confused. That reaction didn't add up in his mind and the black-haired teen leaned back into him. "I'll make you see the truth," he promised with an evil smile that made the Boy-Who-Lived feel cold inside.
"No, I know the truth," Harry sighed and cupped the other's face. "Why do you let your anger blind you?" he asked sincerely with a sad expression. Tom's face showed confusion for a second before he hid it behind his cold mask.
"Let's prepare for breakfast!" he ordered pulling away from the younger teen and removed his pants. Harry watched him pick up his soap and disappear behind the flowery curtain that hung around the bathtub. Sighing he made his way to the sink and pulled out his toothbrush.
-THTH-
When they reached the dining room, the woman under the Imperius curse made certain they had a whole table for themselves. Like a servant she stood beside the table, waiting for Tom's order. "What would you like?" the older teen asked Harry who shrugged his shoulders.
"Anything." Tom narrowed his eyes in concentration before turning back to the woman.
"Give both of us a pair of eggs, sunny-side-up and some fruit," he ordered, and the servant nodded before making her way to the kitchen. Harry noted a couple of children look oddly from the woman to Tom before their eyes stopped on him with a curious expression. They must be wondering who he was for him to be close to the scary outcast. He could read the questions in their eyes. Who was he? Was he scary? Dangerous, like Tom? "Ignore them!" Tom hissed forcing the green eyes on him again.
"They're just curious," Harry smiled trying to lighten the mood. Since their conversation in the bathroom the atmosphere between them had turned for the worst. As warning the older teen sent a glare the children's way and stared coldly before him as the woman returned with their eggs.
"What's her name?" Harry asked realising he didn't know.
"Doesn't matter!" he got shot back and decided it would be better to let the future Dark Lord cool off. Quietly, they ate their breakfast where after Tom retreated to his room. Harry followed him slowly, dreading what laid behind the door that kept coming closer with every step. Not being able to postpone it any longer he opened it and entered the room. Tom was laying half on the bed with his feet still touching the ground. What surprised the Chosen-One was that he was holding the mysterious letter. "The twenty-third we're invited to dine with Mr Spave, a politician." Green eyes widened in surprise.
"A politician? I didn't know you were interested in politics." Tom smirked at him.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," he said suggestively, making the younger teen blush.
'He seems to be in a better mood.' "What are his ideas?" Harry asked while he settle himself beside the other. Instead of answering Tom reached his hand towards his cheek and caressed it softly with a concentrated look on his face.
"He wants to create a safe-haven for purebloods." Fingers moved to the back of Harry's neck and tickled it softly. "Just think how much better our lives would have been, if we had lived in such a place?" Now Harry looked with hesitation at him, which made Tom narrow his eyes. "What?!" he demanded and the younger teen bit his lip.
"We aren't purebloods. Why wouldn't they threat us differently?" The fingers stopped but didn't retreat and Harry dared to glance at Tom's face.
"You have a point. This is a subject worthy of discussion," the older teen nodded to himself.
"You want to protect half-bloods?" Harry asked carefully. 'This could be a step in the right direction.' Brown eyes met his and a smirk formed beneath them.
"I want to protect you... and you happened to be a half-blood." Harry thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest, the way it accelerated hearing those words. He also knew his head was looking as scarlet as it could be.
"I guess there's still hope for you..." he teased trying to break the sexual tension that had settled between them and averted his eyes.
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