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The twenty-third they took the bus to the train station, where they had a rendezvous with one of Spave's men, who would Apparate them to the politician's house. The man introduced himself short as Mr Gael, Spave's right hand man, before inviting them into a handicap toilet stall. Inside, he pulled out his wand and asked them to hold hands. Tom grabbed his boy's wrist and pulled him closer while holding out his other hand to Mr Gael. He didn't want Marvolo to be touched by him – an employee of that hypocrite. But he wasn't going to let that ruin his mood, he was already pleased with himself because of the idea he had to contact Abraxas. Before leaving Hogwarts, he had enchanted a pencil and a paper. He himself had the pencil and the Malfoy the paper. Every word writing by the pencil would show up on the paper, transferring his message successfully to the blond. So, under his instructions, Abraxas had brought them a little visit this morning to put up Marvolo's disguise. Spave wasn't worthy to look at the real appearance of his boy. Gael accepted his hand and Apparated them into the hall of Mr Spave's house. "I'm glad to see you again, Mr Riddle," Spave greeted Tom before turning to the unexpected guest. "And you are?"

"Marvolo Remus," the boy introduced himself while giving their host a hand.

"Marvolo's been spending his Christmas' holiday with me," Tom explained his presence and Spave nodded approvingly before leading them towards the living room. The older teenager pulled the youngster after him and walked straight to a loveseat where he signalled the other to sit down.

-THTH-

Harry took in Arte Spave, as Tom had introduced the man, and wondered what he wanted with the future Dark Lord. He looked at the teen sitting beside him and let his eyes wander to his wrist – the one the Head Boy had been holding not so long ago – that was laying on the couch. The distance between the two of them was also wider than he had gotten used to. 'He doesn't want Spave to know we're dating?' he wondered letting his eyes slide to their host once more.

"How have you been?" the politician started, directing his attention on his new recruit. Clearly, Harry wasn't important in his eyes.

"I've been well."

"Good to hear, I understand Dumbledore hasn't been cooperating." Harry's eyes widened and he turned to Tom to see his reaction. The Head Boy only nodded, ignoring the look he was receiving.

'He trusts me enough to be present during such an important conversation!' he realised.

"He refused."

'The letter!' Blue eyes widened even more.

"Don't worry about him. There are rumours he'll be going after Grindelwald. He'll be too busy trying to stay alive than dealing with you." Tom smirked hearing this and Harry's eyes narrowed again.

'Dumbledore will defeat Grindelwald, but he'll won't be able to keep an eye on Tom any longer,' he decided then and there that he didn't like Spave. He was trying to guide Tom on the path of Voldemort. 'I'll stop him!' he swore to himself.

"I've invited a couple of members for dinner and they're anguish to meet you. You've already met Mr Gael," the politician pointed to his right-hand man who re-entered the room with a house-elf behind him. Harry hadn't even noticed him disappearing on them. He walked over to his employer and mumbled something in his ear before settling down beside him. Spave just smiled before turning his attention on Tom again. The entire night passed like that. From the moment they had entered the house, all of the politicians' eyes were on Tom, only glancing at Harry when the subject of their attention asked him something. He discovered that the group was made up from many different smaller groups with each an own vision a little more diverse than the others. There were wizards who stood behind their leader a hundred percent, but also who had more drastic ideas that leaned closely to Voldemort's ideals. Tom seemed to take a liking to those wizards, much to Harry dislike.

"If you make such place, how would the pureblood react to the half-bloods?" The youngster asked to Mr Spave who looked surprised that he dared to talk to him.

"Half-bloods will be treated as they deserve. If they proof themselves loyal to the purebloods, then they are more than welcome," the politician smiled a false smile. He clearly didn't want to be talking to him while he could be talking to Tom.

"So, half-bloods will have to prove themselves while purebloods don't? That doesn't seem fair." The false smile fell a little.

"The world isn't fair, boy. Something you better learn early than later in life." Blue eyes narrowed themselves again.

"And what if a pureblood falls in love with a muggle?" The politician's mouth pulled into a sneer of disgust.

"Why would a pureblood fall for a muggle when he's surrounded by other purebloods?"

"Why not? I know purebloods who are fascinated by muggles." The face of Ron's father popped in his head. "It wouldn't be weird for someone like that to falls for one." Spave glared openly at him. All signs of his friendliness were gone.

"Someone like that isn't worthy to live among us!" he hissed angry and Harry knew he was finally meeting the real Spave.

"So, this little world of yours is only good enough for purebloods. Half-bloods and muggle-lovers aren't welcome. Then tell me, what are you going to change? Purebloods are already ganging up; it are the half-bloods and muggle-lovers who need protection from people like you!" A wand under his chin suddenly pushed his head backwards and Spave was breathing heavily.

"You filthy..."

"Don't touch him!" Tom's voice bellowed through the room and the politician froze. That was the voice of a leader, not a follower. Spave withdrew his wand and stepped backwards as slowly as he could. Harry was still glaring at him as the future Dark Lord stepped between them. He witnessed a power struggle before his eyes, one that Tom won. The politician took a step backwards and glanced away in defeat. Brown eyes turned towards the brunet in anger and his wrist got grabbed, harsh. "We're leaving, thanks for the invitation." The older teen's eyes didn't leave Harry's. He pushed him towards the door, and everyone quickly opened a path for them. When they reached the hall a house-elf quickly popped in with their belongings.

"Wait Mr Riddle, I'm sorry I shouldn't have reacted like that I..." Spave tried to stop him but Tom interrupted him.

"I'm a half-blood, do you expect me to prove my loyalty?!" he dared him to say anything while his eyes promised murder. Wisely the politician kept his lips pressed together. "Mr Gael, I believe you will Apparate us back to the station!" It was an ordered. Gael glanced at his employer, who avoided his eyes and walked over to where Tom was waiting on him. He pulled out his wand as the oldest teenager put his hand on his shoulder. The moment they arrived at the station, the Head Boy pulled Harry away from Gael and walked straight outside without looking back once. The whole bus ride Tom didn't say one word and the Boy-Who-Lived realised he was going to get it when they arrived back at the orphanage.

-THTH-

Tom threw the door close behind him and pinned his boy against it. His hand had once again found its way around the youngster's neck. "What do you think you were doing?!" he hissed angry, holding himself from tightening his hold. It wouldn't do if he suffocated his boy.

"The-..." Marvolo tried to explain but clearly Tom's hold was to tight even with him holding back. He spread his hand a little and ordered his boy to continue. "They were looking down on us!" The brunet said with a strained voice.

"I know," Tom narrowed his eyes. That had been obvious.

"Then why did you let them?" Blue eyes looked confused.

"They were useful," the black-haired teen bowed forward until his breath caressed the other's lips, "now I don't have any choice." His thoughts went to the political group of Spave. He'll have to get the politician to do his bidding another way. 'Maybe it's time Mr Spave stops thinking for himself,' he smirked evilly and finally felt the hands that were clawing at his. He focused back on his boy and saw the tears rolling from those charmed eyes. Those lips that called his name and quickly released his hold. 'I didn't mean to...' he thought feeling a little shocked. He had been holding back. But as Marvolo fell to the ground, coughing hardly, he had to admit he had lost his control. 'It's a wise lessen for him,' he told himself. 'But I need to work on that. I can't be seen losing control,' he nodded to himself and walked backwards before turning around. He moved to the desk and pulled out the enchanted pen. Quickly he penned down a message for Abraxas before turning back around to the youngster at the door. Marvolo was still catching his breath on the ground. "Get up." Blue eyes glanced at him, but he couldn't read them. Was there fear in them, or anger. He didn't know or didn't want to know. A quiet knock was heard behind the youngster, who crawled up but didn't answer. Instead he stepped forward letting Tom open the door. Like expected Abraxas stood behind it while a young orphan ran away from them.

"My guide already left," the blond smiled teasingly. He had seemed to regain a little of his composure since their last meeting. The Head Boy let him enter and walked back to his boy, who had moved further into the room. Tom waited until he heard Malfoy close the door, before ordering him.

"Change him back and heal his neck," he commanded while raising Marvolo's chin to show the bruises. Abraxas' eyebrow rose in surprise before a smirk settle on his face.

-THTH-

Harry watched the blond walk closer to him and glared at him the best he could with Tom holding up his chin. A wand got raised before him and his disguise was gone. "Can you move your hand, please, Tom?" Abraxas asked kindly and his Lord listened. He even walked away from them and settle himself on his bed, watching them. The blond leaned forward to study the bruises and his smirk grew. "Someone has been a bad boy," he chuckled quietly so only his patient could hear him. The Boy-Who-Lived chose not to answer and felt the pain disappear when the next spell was chanted. Once done, Abraxas stepped backwards and turn to Tom. "He's as good as new," he smiled sweetly, and his Lord nodded.

"How are your parents?" Harry noticed the blond stiffen a little before relaxing again.

"They are doing well, thanks for asking, Tom." Brown eyes kept looking at him and Malfoy closed his eyes for a moment.

"Nobody has noticed they're under a spell," he answered the real question after opening his eyes again. This got Harry's attention.

'Are they guinea pigs?' he wondered as the future Dark Lord nodded approvingly.

"Is there anything else you wanted?"

"Yes, tomorrow I want to visit Daigon Alley."

"Of course, what time had you preferred?"

"Ten o'clock."

"Of course, I'll see you two tomorrow." Harry almost expected Abraxas to bow for his Lord with the way he was acting. Tom guided the blond outside while Harry settled down on the bed. His hand automatically moved to his neck.

'I can't forget to be careful...' he frowned a little. He had gotten too used to Tom's sweet side, but his bad side could still kill him if he wasn't cautious. Hearing the older teen enter the room again he looked up to meet brown eyes. The black-haired teen walked over to him and inspected his neck.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." It was a statement not a question.

"Abraxas did a good job," Harry answered none-the-less. Tom nodded approvingly before straightening himself again.

"Let's prepare for bed."

"That's it?!" The youngster suddenly yelled making the other look down at him. "You could have killed me!"

"I didn't," came the calm reply.

"But you could have!"

"But I didn't," the voice was starting to lose its calmed.

"What if next time you do?" he asked not hiding the fear in his voice. That finally seemed to reach Tom. He sighed and stepped in front of him.

"You're right, I can't lose control again," he almost whispered raising his hand to caress Harry's cheek. "I won't hurt you again," he promised with seriousness shining out of his eyes. He sealed it with a kiss and a small smile. Harry watched him retreat from him and prepare his bathroom utilities.

'I hope you can keep that promise, Tom. I really do,' he thought with pain in his heart as the other left the room.

-THTH-

The next day they were standing in Daigon Alley and Harry couldn't help but feel excited. He looked at Tom who was informing Abraxas about his plans for today. 'I'll have to find a way to get rid of them long enough to buy Tom a present,' he thought eyeing the shops. It was weird to see the old shops brand new and the now old shops that had been replaced in his own time. "Marvolo!" The future Dark Lord got his attention. "I have some business to take care off. Abraxas will show you around." Frowning Harry nodded, received the usual kiss and watched Tom walk off.

"Tom told us first to get you some more clothes." Abraxas smiled sweetly, making the brunet roll his eyes. The blond seemed to have decided to put up his usual happy behaviour again, which was already getting on the other's nerve.

"Fine, lead the way," the blue eyed answered not in the mood to cause another fight. Malfoy started walking and talking about his holiday.

"And then, ah here we are," Abraxas entered the shop without even a look at him.

'He seems to be talking more to himself than to me,' Harry shook his head and followed him. He let the blond have his fun and put him in odd clothes, he would never have given a second look. In the end Abraxas bought him two outfits that suited someone of his status – in other words the boyfriend of their Lord – and a reserve Slytherin robe. He wondered quietly why the Malfoy had never asked his own reserve back. 'Probably bought a new one.'

"Next are shoes," the blond decided as they exited the shop. On their way they passed a bookshop, which made Harry stop in his step.

"Abraxas!" he called already entering the shop. He eyed the racks of books before him and searched for a sign that informed him, which category he was looking at.

"This shop wasn't on Tom's list!" Malfoy hissed in his ear as he looked around them like someone was going to attack them any minute now.

"Don't worry, my 'dear cousin'," Harry answered, "it will only take a minute." The shop owner saw them and walked over to them.

"Good day, my boys, how can I help you?" The old man asked with a genuine smile.

"I'm looking for books on politics," the brunet responded friendly.

"Oh, a future politician? Follow me, boys," the man slowly walked to the back of the shop. "Here are the books you're looking for. I'll be in front if you need me." And he made his way back to his counter.

"Politics?" Abraxas asked a little surprised.

"You saw first handed yesterday that I messed up." Blond eyebrows rose.

"Hm, maybe there's hope for you yet," he let out a chuckle before turning around. "I'll be in the potion's section." Harry watched him disappear when he passed a rack and turned his attention back to the books in front of him.

'Now to find something Tom would find interesting and will push him onto the right path,' he started scanning titles and picked up a couple that looked promising. After the third book he was starting to get annoyed. 'What kind of people are these politicians?!' he wondered taking the next one into his hand. Sighing he put another disappointed book back into its place and blue eyes fell on golden writings. He picked up the book and read the flap. His eyebrows rose intrigued. It was a book on the different point of views of the top politicians in the past years. Scanning through the pages he found politicians who were for, against or didn't care about the muggles or half-bloods. Especially one paragraph pulled his attention. It contained a detailed explanation on the failure of the last politician who dared to propose a law to legally kill muggles. 'He could learn out of this.' Closing the book again, he walked - holding it - to the potion's section. "I've found what I need," Harry announced at Abraxas who turned his attention from the book in his hand to him. He nodded putting the book back in its respective place before turning fully towards the brunet.

"Let's pay and go find you some shoes." The brunet nodded.

'Now I only need a couple of Christmas presents.'

-THTH-

"Merry Christmas!" Harry kissed Tom awake, who groaned in response. "We're not celebrating that!" The black-haired teen ordered closing his eyes again, planning on letting sleep consume him again. "Don't be like that come on!" The youngster crawled out of bed and walked over to the door. "I'm certain there's a present waiting for you downstairs." That got the other teen's attention. "You got me a present?" "Maybe..." Harry teased, and Tom blinked at him before quickly getting up. "Let's go." The youngster could only laugh as the other pulled him downstairs.

"Where's yours?!" Tom demanded eyeing all the packages under the Christmas' tree. A lot of the orphans were already searching for their annual present but avoided a particular mountain of presents.

"Are those all yours?" Marvolo asked surprised. It was unusual to see such a stack of presents in an orphanage.

"There are a lot of people who want to be my friend," Tom shrugged while taking the first present from the pile. "Walburga, probably money," he explained and threw the present over his shoulder. There was probably a lot of money in there. Not that he needed it as he was the heir to the Gaunt fortune. He kept going through the stack until his boy pointed towards the present, he got him. It was a small package, but he opened it carefully none-the-less. He stared at a snake that was moving around three pictures. One of them contained a waving Marvolo and another was the picture Abraxas had taken of him last year on the last day of the school year. The middle larger picture contained nothing. Suddenly, the 2D Marvolo jumped into the middle frame and pulled the 2D Tom towards him. They hugged and kissed before smiling up at the real Tom. "H-how did you make this?" he asked surprised. He had never received anything to remember someone important by.

"I'll admit, Abraxas helped me a little. Do you like it?" His boy asked the last sentence a little unsure. The black-haired teen smiled as he pulled the other closer before answering.

"Yes." Marvolo smiled relieved and he pulled the youngster into a kiss. A couple of orphans around them gasped in surprise, but he didn't care. This was the best present he had ever gotten – a present that actually meant something to him. Then he frowned realising something.

"I didn't get you anything," he apologised but Marvolo just rolled his eyes.

"With the way you acted this morning, I hardly find that surprising."

"I'll make it up to you." The boy just gave him another kiss before returning to the presents.

"Ignatius got both of us a present."

-THTH-

Like a deja vu, Tom felt his boy kiss him awake, but this time he had expected it. It was his birthday after all and with the way Marvolo had acted on Christmas, he was certain the youngster had also planned something today. Instead of opening his eyes, he wrapped his arms around his boy's neck, one hand slipped into the mass of messy black hair and angled the head to get better access. His boy moaned into his mouth and grind into his lower body. His hands started to wander and slit under the other's clothes. Another moan followed when they released for air. "To-om..." Marvolo whined making him smirk. He liked having this sort of control over his boy. One of his hands slipped towards the front of the youngster's pyjama, slipped inside and grabbed the hardening length.

"A-ah." Green eyes looked lustful at him and he smirked feeling a shaky hand crawl towards the top of his own pyjama. Marvolo ripped off the buttons and revealed his naked chest that was moving heavily with his breath. The boy made an approving sound before latching his lips around a nipple. Tom moaned in surprise. His hand slid from his boy's penis to his hipbone and bucked his hips against the other's. Their hardening lengths brushed together, and the older teen smirked feeling the breath of the youngster catch. He kept moving his hip to increase the friction between them, while moving his hand from the hip to his boy's buttocks. He let one of his fingers caress the hole and felt the boy stiffen.

"Marvolo?" he whispered husky, not wanting to chase him away.

"C-continue." He looked surprised into green eyes and noted the determination.

"Are you sure?" The boy nodded with a small smile.

"I wanted our first time to be special, your birthday is special." Tom suddenly felt a warmness being borne inside his chest and smiled up at the youngster. Somehow having Marvolo say it, made him actually believe it. He pulled the boy's head down and kissed him passionately. The youngster moaned into his mouth and with him distracted, the Head Boy decided to start preparing him for the real deal. He pushed his ring finger past the sphincter of his boy's rectum and swallowed a cry of pain.

'We need lube,' Tom realised as he felt nails mark his skin. He glanced around his room until green eyes caught his.

"Wait." A kiss and the boy disappeared. Confused, he rose his upper body and watched Marvolo move to the shopping bag that had been laying forgotten in the corner of the room. A tube got pulled out of the bag and the boy returned to the bed. "Here." Tom accepted the tube and rose his eyebrow.

'He has been planning this!' he realised eyeing the letters that identified the tube as a tube of lube.

"Tom?" His thoughts got interrupted and he looked up at his boy. "You don't want to...?" The green eyes showed hesitation and fear of rejection. A smile crawled into his lips and he pulled the messy black-haired teen back downwards, claiming the lips once more.

"Of course, I do!" he mumbled after releasing them again. His hands started sliding over the body on top of him, removing all of the clothes and turning it on again in the process. He waited till the head of his boy's penis started to drip before moving to his behind. The lube found itself in his hand again and he pushed its contents between the buttocks. Marvolo hissed at the cold and clawed at his chest. Tom kissed the face, trying to sooth him while pressing his ring finger back past the sphincter.

"Hn!" The youngster bit his lip to hold in his cries, but tears were brimming at the edge of his eyes.

"Relax," the black-haired teen continued his soothing. He moved his finger in and out until the boy finally relaxed a little. Entering a second finger, he repeated the same procedure until he could press a third finger past the sphincter. The three fingers moved in every direction they could until they finally found Marvolo's prostate. The boy cried it out when he touched it and panted with wide eyes.

"That..." he mumbled staring wildly at the Head Boy who smirked. Now he had found that pleasuring spot, he would make his boy like it. He raised his upper body, making Marvolo sit on his lap before flipping them over. He kissed his boy before raising himself again and slowly pulled off his clothes. Seeing the youngster's lustful eyes run over his body and the way his mouth seemed to fall open, made him smirk in satisfaction. Like a predator, he crawled back on his boy.

"Are you ready?" he asked to be certain and lined his stiff penis with the messy black-haired teen's hole when he nodded eagerly. Slowly he entered and once seated held still to let the other adapt.

-THTH-

Harry couldn't believe it. Tom was inside him and his breathing accelerated. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Feeling the pain – he had felt at the intrusion – become durable he tested moving. His breath stuck again, and he bit his lip again. 'It hurts...' he thought desperately. The only thing making him still continue at this moment was the pleasure Tom's finger's had given him. He felt the brown eyes watching him closely and he wondered when the other wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Slowly, he moved again trying to find that spot again. The Head Boy seemed to comprehend his movement and angled himself at the spot. Pleasure shot through Harry's body and he moaned loudly. The teen above him smirked and started slowly thrusting against that spot. Feeling his body heat up the youngster's hips started to move on their own, meeting thrust for thrust. "To-om!" he panted feeling a familiar heat materialise in his abdomen. He wasn't ready to let it end just yet. His hands slid over the body on top of him and he squeezed the ass. Tom groaned into his neck before attacking his skin. The thrusts lessened in power as the future Dark Lord marked his territory. Harry waited until the other's head rose and claimed those sinful lips again. His lips moved from the lips to the chin going further southwards until he sucked a hickey on Tom's collarbone. With a pop, he released the skin and moaned as the thrusts sped up again. Not being able to hold in his voice he let it fill the room until he practically screamed his release. "Tom," he sighed satisfied into the other's ear and felt a shock going through the other's body signalling his own release.

"Mar..." Harry kissed his fake name away. He had never wanted to hear his own name being called so badly before, but of course he couldn't tell the future Dark Lord.

'I'm Marvolo,' he told himself, 'Tom's Marvolo.'

-THTH-

"You were planning this?" Tom asked as they were cuddling in after bliss. The Head Boy was laying on his back holding the other in his arms. Harry blushed scarlet.

"I wanted to do it... I just didn't think we would be starting the day with it," he mumbled glancing upwards and downwards again at the creamy chest. The other's lips moved into a smirk against the skin of his forehead. Harry tried to move himself to press a kiss on that smirk, but his body protested. Pain shot up from his behind and he groaned.

"You're in a lot of pain," Tom stated as his rubbed soothing circles on the youngster's back.

"I'll live," Harry answered while snuggling deeper in the other's arms. He felt the chest underneath him vibrate but not a sound left the other's lips. They stayed like that until a ticking pulled their attention.

"Stay," Tom told him as he moved from underneath him. Harry watched him walk towards the window and pull it open to let an owl enter. Instead of entering the bird pressed an envelope into Tom's hand and flew off. Harry looked up at the other in curiosity as the letter got opened. "From this moment on, I'm legally of age," Tom smiled a little devilishly, which the youngster chose to ignore. "Now let me ease your pain." The black-haired teen walked back to the bed, pulled his wand out of his nightstand and pointed it at Harry's bottom. A spell sounded through the room and the youngster tried to move. The pain was gone, only a little uneasiness lingered.

"I'm glad we waited till your birthday," he said, trying to imagine a whole day experiencing that pain. Tom seemed to understand and pulled him closer with a laugh. Their naked bodies clashed together, and they kissed until it had taken their breaths away. "Let's go clean up," Harry mumbled against the other's lips. Another smirk and a quick wave with the wand got them cleaned and dressed. The youngster pouted. "I wanted to have some more fun in the shower." Brown eyes widened before the oldest pushed them both out of the room towards the bathroom.

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