Thanks to all of you who reviewed. Some of you have pointed out I've made some mistakes towards the canon; I'm trying to correct the ones that aren't intentional.

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Tom felt like his world couldn't be better. His boy loved him! 'Of course, he does!' His mind told him, but having heard it, felt so good. He knew he was behaving quite peculiarly and had received a lot of questioning or confused looks. Only Abraxas had understood it had something to do with Marvolo and had shook his head with a teasing smirk on his lips. Again, he repeated that sentence in his head and a smile broke through his facade. Suddenly he noted everyone was watching him expectantly, even the professor.

"I was hoping you could tell your classmates the right way to pronounce the Killing Curse, Mr Riddle," the professor asked again with a strange look in his eyes.

"Of course, ah-VAH-dah keh-DAV-rah," he answered blinking. 'Concentrate, you're in class.'

"Thank you, Mr Riddle." Tom charmingly smiled at the professor and glanced around. Most students had averted their eyes, but a couple Gryffindors kept looking at him. 'Damn, Potter!' he glared at Harold and Septimus. The Weasley quickly turned away from him, but Dumbledore's pet gave him a searching look. He ignored him during the continuation of the class, but those eyes kept watching him.

-THTH-

Blue eyes kept moving to the door of the Great Hall and finally students started to fill in. Harry straightened a little when he saw his grandfather and met his eyes. His grandfather gave him a considering look and suddenly changed his direction. First, he had been walking towards the Gryffindor's table with Septimus by his side, but now, he was coming straight towards him. The youngster noted that Ignatius and Alex suddenly entirely flanked him, and he looked up at them a little confused. They seemed nervous as their eyes kept switching from Potter to the door. 'Tom still isn't here...' Harry realised and looked back at Harold.

"Marvolo Remus, I presume?" Every Slytherin had stopped with what they were doing and were watching them. The brunet noted a couple were even itching to grab their wands.

"Yes, that would be me," he smiled friendly at his grandfather, feeling his heart accelerate. It wasn't wrong of him to want his grandfather to like him, was it? "And who might you be?" he just wanted to hear him introduce himself. The other Potter gave him a half smirk before answering.

"I'm certain Tom has mentioned my name before."

"Yes, but I figured proper introductions were in order," Harry felt his lips turn into their own smirk as he extended his hand towards the other. "I'm Marvolo Remus, who might you be?" By now, his grandfather was openly smiling at him with a pleasantly surprised expression.

"Nice to meet you Marvolo, my name is Harold Potter." And the two Potters shook hands.

-THTH-

A little annoyed Tom walked with big steps towards the Great Hall. Why hadn't anyone bother to tell him Marvolo's class had been cancelled? Angry, he entered and immediately noted something was off. He turned to the Slytherin's table and noted every one of his housemates stood ready to fight with all their eyes pointing in the same direction. The moment his eyes landed on his boy holding Potter's hand, something broke in him. "Potter!" he bawled hysterical and everyone turned to look at him. He noted Marvolo quickly pulling his hand from the other's grasp and say something to the Gryffindor, who nodded in understanding. Jealousy raged through his body as he strode with a threatening atmosphere surrounding him towards the two.

"Tom?" he heard Marvolo asked as Potter nodded at him as some sort of greeting. He didn't like it. Again, his boy called his name, but somehow the voice seemed so far, and his fingers were inching towards his wand. Suddenly hands grabbed his face and forced him to look into charmed blue eyes. "Tom?" The brunet asked again, and it was clearer now.

"Marvolo," he reacted and got an innocent smile directed his way. The hands disappeared and he turned back to Potter.

"Potter, wishing you were a Slytherin?" he asked mocking. The look the Gryffindor shared with his boy didn't go unnoticed and the jealousy flared. Angry he grabbed Marvolo's hand and stepped closer to the boy.

"I'll admit, Riddle, that there are interesting people among you snakes," Harold's eyes glanced pointing at the brunet and Tom's grip tightened. He hated that the youngster had the dignity to faintly blush. "I'll be seeing you, Marvolo," Potter said his goodbyes and walked back to his own table.

"Bye-ah!" The future Dark Lord's grip tightened till it hurt.

"Don't! Talk! To! Him!" he ordered his boy angry and loosened his grip again. The youngster quickly pulled his hand free and stared in shock at him.

"I was just being friendly," he mumbled looking him straight in the eye. Tom shot his boy a warning glare and pulled him towards their seats on the other side of the table. Once seated his eyes slid towards the Gryffindor's table and settled them on Potter. He didn't avert his eyes, no matter how Marvolo was trying to get his attention.

-THTH-

Frustrated Harry kept his eyes on Tom, but the other kept ignored him. Following the brown eyes lines of vision, he noted his grandfather was the one who received the Slytherin Head Boy's attention instead of him. The first bell rang, and he abruptly stood up. "I've got Astronomy," he announced and signalled with his head to Ignatius and Alex. "I'll see you after class," he gave his stubborn boyfriend a kiss on the cheek and finally got a reaction out of the other.

"Go to the common room afterwards, I'll be busy with Spave." Harry got a surprised look and roughly pulled the other's face towards him.

"Be careful!" he said sternly, and Tom blinked in surprise before a smirk appeared on his face.

"Of course," he responded and pulled the youngster's face down to give him a quick kiss.

"We better go if you don't want to be late."

"Yeah, it's a long way up," he pouted feeling relieved the Head Boy was action normal again - he had said we. Tom stood up and Harry laced their fingers together. With his two friends behind them they left the Great Hall, but not before the brunet met the intrigued look of Harold Potter for a last time.

-THTH-

"Mr Remus could you please stay behind," Professor Stocks asked as everyone was gathering their things. Harry shot an annoyed look at Alex and Ignatius.

"We'll be waiting outside," Parkinson whispered, and Alex nodded. The brunet smiled at them before making his way to the professor's desk.

"I want to say that you've adjusted very well to your new environment. Your points are improving, visually – I expect that has something to do with Mr Riddle's influence." Stocks picked a cup from his cabinet and put it on top of the desk. "The only complain that I have is that you refuse to participate in any sort of predictions." He filled the cup with the contents of the teapot that had been standing on his desk the entire period.

'He's been planning this,' Harry realised, understanding the professor expected him to empty that cup.

"I'm willing to see that through the fingers if you let me read your future now." The cup got raised and put down before him.

"What will you do if I have another death prediction?" he asked looking Stocks straight in the eyes.

"I'll have to inform Headmaster Dippet," he answered honestly, and Harry sighed. He could already guess what the professor would read in the tea leaves, but if he was honest, he was also curious.

'If it isn't a death prediction then it would mean I've succeeded...' hesitating he picked up the cup and looked at it. Making up his mind, he drained it and before swallowing the last, he was staring into the cup.

"What do you see?" Professor Stocks asked with urgency.

"Uh, a ring..." 'That's the bond with Tom,' he told himself before his hopes got shattered. "And a snake and a skull."

"The same signs?!" Stocks called out surprised and snatched the cup from his hands. A knock interrupted them, and Tom entered without waiting for a response. "Mr Riddle?"

"Please forgive me, but I suspected what you were doing and as Head Boy and his boyfriend, I'm worried about what you are reading in those tea leaves." Professor Stocks waved him in, to drawn into the signs he had just read, to really care.

"What do you read, professor?" The Head Boy asked walking towards the desk and settled himself beside Harry. The youngster doubtfully looked at the other and brown eyes glanced at him.

"Like Mr Remus has read, there's a ring, a snake and a skull." Tom's eyes narrowed at that information. Harry looked back at the professor and suddenly a wand appeared from beside him.

"Obliviate," the future Dark Lord said and picked the cup from the professor's grip.

"What?" Stocks asked surprised and blinked surprised at them. "Where did you come from, Mr Riddle?" Tom gave him an odd look.

"You invited me, professor. Now, we were reading the cup." The professor fell for it and he nodded for the Head Boy to continue. "I see a ring, a snake and..." he twisted the cup before his face so only he could look inside it.

'What is he planning?' Harry wondered. 'He won't say it's a skull, but what will he say instead?'

"Well," Tom sounded almost doubtfully, "it looks like a baby." Two pair of eyes widened in surprise.

"Really, may I see it?" Stocks asked for the cup and the black-haired teen smiled.

"Of course," Tom straightened his arm and seemly accidentally dropped the cup. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he called out and dropped to his knees. Harry followed him and noted him wiping the skull away with his thumb.

"Be careful, Mr Riddle, you could cut yourself!" Stocks cried out while he walked around his desk and crouched down beside the Slytherin Head Boy.

"I'm sorry, professor, I know you wanted to read the tea leaves yourself," Tom sounded really hurt and Stocks shook his head.

"Don't be, you've told me what you've seen. That's all I had to know," the professor started picking the shards out of the Head Boy's hands. "Mr Remus, please take Mr Riddle to Ms Gomple." Harry nodded and took Tom's hands in his when the black-haired teen had straightened himself. There were a couple of cuts in his hands and the brunet shot the Head Boy a look.

"We'll be leaving, professor," Tom said smirking at the look Harry was giving him and the professor nodded without looking up. The youngster grabbed his things and rushed to open the door for the wounded one. Outside Ignatius and Alex were still waiting on them and their eyes widened when they saw their Lord's hands.

"We're going to see Ms Gomple," Harry said before they could open their mouths. "Please go to our next class." They nodded in understanding and for once it was the brunet who pulled the Head Boy with him. "You could have done that without hurting yourself," Harry mumbled halfway their journey to the infirmary.

"Yes, but this way I was more convincing." He could only roll his eyes at the response.

"But now you'll have to go around with bandages on your hands or people will get suspicious." Tom smirked at him.

"The wounds are superficial; they will be healed in a couple of hours." Harry grumbled his displeasure and pushed open the door to the infirmary. Like expected Ms Gomple diagnosed the cuts superficial and spread a healing salve over them.

"You'll be as good as new in a couple of hours. Just... rest during those hours," she said while eyeing the two boys. Harry could feel his cheeks heat up, but of course, Tom just smirked.

"I'll make sure he rests," the youngster assured her and practically pulled the Head Boy out of the infirmary. "You heard her, watch yourself at Spave's house," Harry told the black-haired teen.

"Of course," Tom answered and sweetly kissed him.

-THTH-

"Why don't we go to the library?" Harry suggested after the last class and got one uncertain look and one that called him nuts.

"Our Lord told you to return to the common room," Alex stated matter of fact and blue eyes rolled around in their socked. His stock guard had seemed to be shaken by his Lord's bloody hands.

"He's not going to be angry, if we just go study in the library," he told his guard with an air of disbelieve.

"He doesn't have to know," Ignatius shrugged, and Crabbe looked shocked at him. "And if he finds out, I'm certain our little dear here, can bring him to other thoughts," he continued, throwing his arm around Harry's shoulder. Clearly, Alex wasn't convinced, but with two against one, he couldn't win. Happy he got his way, the brunet practically skipped to the library and disappeared between the racks. Crabbe followed his every move, making it hard to actually do some homework, let alone something else. Half an hour later, the three were working in concentration.

"Okay, that's one done, now only potions," Harry announced as he closed his book and stood up. Alex just nodded completely drowned into the book he had to read for Charms. Ignatius sighed before looking from his own paper to Harry's. He still had one third of his page to fill. Smiling at his friends' reactions, he went to return his book and find some others on his potions' subject. Scanning the titles, he let his finger slip over the covers.

"If it isn't Marvolo Remus." A familiar voice pulled him from the books, and he looked up with a smile.

"Harold Potter," he said tasting the name on his lips. He liked it.

"I'm surprised to see you without Riddle for the second time in one day."

"Tom's busy," Harry shrugged, and his grandfather's eyes narrowed. "Oh, no, he isn't..." Harold looked anticipating at him. '...killing somebody,' he couldn't say that. "He's having dinner with a politician."

"Arte Spave?" Blue eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, how do you know?" The Gryffindor just smiled, clearly not planning on answering.

"Dumbledore told you?" he guessed and smirked seeing the other widen his eyes in surprise. "I'll take that as a yes." Harold narrowed his eyes at him, and Harry sighed. "Don't look at me like that. It doesn't take a lot of intelligence to add up: Dumbledore's absence, your return and Tom calling you Dumbledore's pet." The Gryffindor got a serious expression.

"I should have known Riddle would only date someone with brains." Harry couldn't help but blush a little and feel giddy.

'I just got a compliment from my grandfather.'

"But you're very expressive." The youngster shot the other a confused look. "Riddle has mastered his mask, you haven't," Harold explained.

"I don't see how that's relevant," Harry blinked still confused and the other smirked.

"It means he isn't telling you everything as your face would give you away," the Gryffindor smirked seeing the brunet troubled look.

"I know," Harry answered seriously, and the smirk dimmed down. "Tom... he doesn't trust a lot of people, but the more time we spend together, the more he opens up." That seemed to intrigue the other.

"Then I can presume that you are the one he's closest too." Harry took in those words and smiled.

"I guess I am."

"And you also know about his... preferences." Blue eyes widened. It wasn't hard to understand what he meant by that.

"Yes, I know..." he sighed a little lost before determination took over. "But I won't let him kill other people." Harold looked surprised.

"Sure, you're a Slytherin?" he asked jokingly, and Harry laughed.

"Actually, the sorting hat had to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin," he answered in a whisper while leaning forward, almost conspiring.

"Then why are you in Slytherin, from what I've seen, you're more a Gryffindor." The youngster couldn't help but blush.

"I asked the hat," he couldn't tell him that the hat had decided on Slytherin as he was a Gryffindor in the future.

"Why?" Harold looked honestly confused.

"Tom," was Harry's short answer and the other frowned.

"You love him that much?" The Gryffindor asked and the brunet sighed.

'At that moment I didn't, but I didn't have a lot of choice – who knows what he would have done if I didn't get sorted in Slytherin?' The youngster thought but knew he couldn't tell his grandfather that. Instead he decided to speak from his present feelings. "Yes." Harold studied him for a moment.

"You really are an interesting guy," he said in the end with half a smile on his face.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Harry smiled back.

"Marvolo!" Alex suddenly yelled from behind him. When he turned around, he saw the Crabbe practically run towards them. He stopped beside his charge - Harry almost expected him to jump between them – and looked stiffly at the Gryffindor.

"I guess I'm overstaying my welcome. Until next time, Marvolo," Harold didn't give Alex a glance and left with a last nod at the youngster. Crabbe watched him leave before turning back to his classmate with a disapproving look.

"Don't give me that look. We were just talking." Alex grumbled something but Harry just rolled his eyes. "I still have to find a book," he announced remembering his assignment and turned away from the other, back to the rack full of books.

-THTH-

"Mr Riddle, I'm happy you accepted my invitation," Arte Spave said when Tom entered his sitting room with Gael following close behind him. "First of all, let me apologise again for last time." The future Dark Lord gave him a nod and sat down in the closest single couch. He didn't want to share. Some more pleasantries were exchanged before Mr Gael excused himself. This was the moment Tom had been waiting for.

"I brought a gift," he announced and got an excited look as answer. Suppressing his smirk, he handed the politician the box containing the silver ball. With a glint in his eyes he watched the box being opened and the surprise that showed on Spave's face.

"It's gorgeous," the politician's eyes turned greedy as he turned the ball in his fingers and fingered the line in the middle. "It opens?" he asked, and Tom nodded, twirling the ring around his finger. His eyes glued to the ball and felt a spell-wave pass by the moment it opened. Spave didn't moved an inch but the confusing was clear in his eyes. Confusion turned into fear when the future Dark Lord aimed his wand at him.

"Imperius!"

-THTH-

Tom entered his room the moment his boy was pulling his shirt over his head.

"Oh, welcome back. How was it?" Marvolo asked with more disorientated hair than normal. The Head Boy walked over to him and ruffled his hair before kissing him passionately. The youngster dropped the shirt he had still been holding and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. "I guess it want well," the brunet answered himself when they broke for air. Tom just smirked and started pushing the youngster towards the bed. He opened the other's pants and moved it over his boy's buttocks before letting gravity pull it to the ground. Marvolo tripped over it when he took a step backwards and fell on the bed. Tom let himself fall together with the youngster and attacked that delicious neck before him when he had recovered himself. Under encouraging moans, he made a trail of wet kisses over his boy's chest only stopping at the underwear that formed an obstacle.

"Tom?" Marvolo questioned with a voice laced with lust. The Head Boy glanced upwards with a smirk before his attention was back on the obstacle. The boy's underwear had a clear bump underneath with a wet spot on top. Chuckling Tom grabbed the edge and pulled his obstacle downwards. With interest he took in the throbbing length that stood up, proudly. "Tom?" Again, that same voice was aimed at him and he felt his own penis twitch in anticipation. He smirked as he let a finger slide over the other's cock and the youngster bucked his hips.

'He's just asking to be teased.' His finger slid back downwards towards the other's balls and he licked the head, tasting his boy.

"Tom!" Marvolo yelped in surprise as his upper body bolted up. Tom looked up and met lustful blue eyes. He smirked and let his fingers run teasingly over the shaft before wrapping them around it. Another teasing lick at the head and his boy arched upwards. "Tom!" The brunet pleaded but the Head Boy was enjoying himself too much. He continued his action until his boy was ready to blow and stopped. "Ah...no...Tom?" The brunet sounded almost pitiful and Tom moved upwards to kiss his lips before pulling away again. He crawled to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. Ready to move back to the other, he was stopped by arms slipping around his waist and crawl under his shirt. Lips started kissing the back of his neck and he let his boy slowly removed all of his clothes. Finally, naked he turned back to the youngster and pulled him flush against him. The boy crawled on his lap while he grabbed for his wand and aimed it at the waiting hole. Marvolo rocked himself, brushing their dicks together and released a moan against his lips. Quickly preparing his boy, he dropped his wand while Marvolo was already raising himself. Tom chuckled seeing the youngster's eagerness and pushed the head of his penis against his rectum. Moaning the boy penetrated himself and gasped when Tom was fully inside him. They kissed each other tenderly and Marvolo started moving, setting the pace. His movement accelerated and lost rhythm as he got closer to his release. Again, Tom waited until he was ready to blow, before suddenly rolled them over and entirely pull himself out of the other. The youngster let out a whining moan and bucked his hips. Kissing him, the Head Boy slowly entered him again and started thrusting painfully slow.

"Faster, please..." Marvolo pleaded him and he smirked. He loved being in control. As he slowly build up his speed, he felt that familiar heat rise and eventually gave in. Ramming as fast as he could in the body underneath him, he quickly reached his limit and spilled himself inside the other. He felt the youngster's body shake in his own release and smiled at the beautiful face before him. Kissing those bruised lips, he pulled out and laid himself down beside his boy. Marvolo snuggled closer and sighed content.

"You must have had one hell of a night." His boy said after a while and he couldn't help but laugh.

-THTH-

Humming softly, Harry made his way back to the Slytherin's common room with Alex and Ignatius close behind him. The Parkinson had a teasing glint in his eyes but luckily kept to himself. They turned the corner and the sound of a verbal fight reached their ears. Curious they exchanged looks before Harry accelerated when he recognised Tom's voice. Making their way towards the voices, they stopped in middle of a doorway leading to a classroom. Taking in the situation before him, Harry frowned. The Gryffindor and Slytherin seventh years had clearly just ended a joint period, but the professor wasn't present any longer. Without supervision the students had turned against each other. Slytherin against Gryffindor, with in the middle of the room their own self-appointed leader, Tom and Harold. "What's going on here?!" Harry asked interrupting them as more students of diverse years were gathering behind him. Tom's eyes moved to him and he felt his heart skip a beat at the insane look he was carrying.

"Marvolo." His grandfather was the one who acknowledged him. "Your boyfriend is really possessive. I don't know how you can stand him," he sneered in disgust and the Gryffindors behind him yelled their agreement.

"If you would stop wanting my possessions, I wouldn't have to be," Tom retorted and the Slytherins agreed.

"Then maybe you should give back what belongs to Gryffindor." Blue eyes widened.

'No, they aren't fighting about me, are they?' he questioned as Harold's eyes were aimed at him. That seemed to be the last straw as the future Dark Lord's wand sent a Crucio at the Gryffindor, who screamed his lungs out. "Tom, stop!" Harry yelled moving forward. The only reason the bystanders hadn't started their version of a war, was probably because the one - their leaders had been fighting over - was now standing in the middle of said battlefield. They couldn't risk hurting him. Harry grabbed Tom's wrist but before he could force the wand down, the black-haired teen's other hand was almost crushing his. The spell finally stopped and insane brown eyes looked furious at him. The Head Boy's grip tightened and forced the youngster to release his wrist.

"L-Let him go, R-Riddle!" Harold stammered not completely recovered from the spell yet as Septimus helped him on his feet. Tom's eyes moved to him and his free hand grabbed Harry's waist, pulling him closer.

"Tom, can we go?" The youngster asked. He needed to get the Head Boy away from his grandfather. Somehow the Potter seemed to be able to get the worst out of the future Dark Lord. Tom didn't answer instead he kept glaring at the Gryffindor.

"What's going on here?!" A woman's voice bellowed from the hallway. The students made room for a professor; Harry hadn't seen before. Who he did recognised, was Alexis Zambian, the Head Girl panting behind her. "Potter, Riddle, care to explain?" She demanded before her eyes landed on Harry and the possessive way Tom's arm was wrapped around him. All of a suddenly, she seemed completely annoyed. "Is one of you going to answer?" She almost hissed but both teenagers kept their lips tightly pressed together. "Fine, fifty points from both houses," she glared a last time at the teens before turning around and chased the bystanders away while striding away from them. Harold gave Harry a last nod before following her example with Septimus behind him. Tom refused to move until the Gryffindor had disappeared from his sight. The moment he was gone he pushed Harry outside, leading him towards the Slytherin common room. The brunet could hear Alexis starting to drive the remaining students in different directions, splitting them up successful. Once inside Tom released him and sat down on the single couch.

Harry watched his every move and felt bad as he saw the future Dark Lord aimlessly stare in front of him. Wanting to cheer him up again, he walked over to him and raised Tom's arms. He sat himself down on his lap, wrapped the arms around his waist, gave him a kiss on the cheek and laid his head on his shoulder. The Head Boy didn't react, and he just stared around the room. It was clear everyone was avoiding looking at them, only Ignatius dared to give him a small smile. They stayed like that until almost the entire room had retired for the night. By now Harry was sitting cuddled up against Tom, snoozing with his eyes closed. If the Head Boy wasn't going to move soon, he would really fall asleep. Like the older teen had read his thoughts, he suddenly moved and blue eyes flew open in alarm. His arms wrapped around the other's neck - making sure he couldn't be dropped, but the Head Boy linked his arms under him and picked him up bridal style. The brown eyes still didn't look at him, but he was already glad he wasn't laying on the ground and closed his eyes again. He heard a door open and close again before the bed dipped under him. The other's presence disappeared for a moment before it returned, and he heard a couple spell being cast on both of them. He could feel himself slipping away again and cuddled closer to the warmth beside him. The sheets got pulled over him and he smiled.

-THTH-

Tom sighed as he leaned back into his pillow with his boy tucked against his chest. He had been dreaming about a woman's scream before Marvolo had woke him up with a kick to his side. Trying to get the youngster to calm down, had been a good distraction from his nightmare but now his thoughts kept replaying that scream. He had tried to remember more of the dream but couldn't. Frustrated he petted his boy's head and caressed the lightning bolt-shape scar with his finger. The other thought that kept entering his mind was Potter. It angered him that the Gryffindor had taken an interest in his boy and even more that Marvolo seemed to like the attention he got from the Potter. 'He has to die!' he repeated the same sentence that had been running through his mind the entire night. 'Marvolo's mine!' he tightened his grip on the youngster and felt a grain of doubt. 'He'll hate it. He'll hate that I kill again.' Frowning he took in the sleeping face and started his caressing motion again. 'What he doesn't know, won't hurt him. Grindelwald will just have one more victim in his name,' he smirked removing the doubt successfully and tightened his grip as he noticed the pained face of the other. Another nightmare was starting.

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