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The next day Harry discovered who the unknown professor was, professor Marley was the new replacement for Transfiguration. The moment she entered the classroom everyone quiet down. She had clearly made an impression yesterday. When she stood in front of the class, she looked at her students for the first time and immediately glared at Harry. "What did you do to her?" Ignatius asked when she turned to the blackboard.

"I have no idea," he answered while Alex glanced backwards at them. She might had already decided who she didn't like among her students, but that didn't make her a bad teacher. She had a talent, even the worst student understood her instructions. By the end of the class, Harry didn't know if he hated her or not. Clearly, she didn't though highly of him, and he suspected that had something to do with the confrontation of Tom and Harold yesterday. 'She probably thinks that fight was my fault,' he sighed while making his way outside. His eyes immediately scanned for Tom as they hadn't really talked this morning and that just didn't feel right. He found the black-haired teen leaning against a wall with Abraxas beside him. Accelerating, he made his way to the other and claimed his lips. Brown eyes widened and a smile formed against his lips. He retreated and felt arms wrap around his body.

"Missed me that much?" The Head Boy teased him, and he felt his cheeks heat up.

"Do you guys have to do that every single time?" Abraxas sighed with played annoyance.

"You're just jealous," Ignatius shot back at him to everyone's surprise. Normally when Tom was present the two guards didn't say a word, unless asked. The blond quickly recovered himself and he wrapped his arm around the Parkinson.

"Maybe I am, want to cure me?" he suggested and Ignatius blushed scarlet. He turned into a mumbling pudding of goo and Harry couldn't help but smirk at him.

"I thought he liked your cousin, not Abraxas," he elbowed Alex who was also smirking at their friend, who immediately shot to his defence.

"I do, I don't like..." That moment he just had to look at the blond beside him and his words died on his tongue at the look he was receiving.

"I mean, I do like you, just not in that way...you're..." Greyish eyes blinked innocently with crocodile tears in his eyes.

"I'm not good enough?"

"What, no, you're definitely good enough, it's just..."

"Because I'm a man?"

"No, I'm bi!" Harry was biting his lip to keep in his laugh. Ignatius was digging his own hole.

"Then what's holding you back?"

"Nothing!" Parkinson screamed without thinking and Abraxas got a lecherous look.

"Perfect," he smirked grabbing the front of the other's robe and claimed his lips, hungry. Harry's eyes widened – he hadn't thought the blond would really do it. Then he reconsidered – it was Abraxas after all. Satisfied the blond let go of Ignatius and turned to Tom with a victorious smile.

"Happy now?" The Head Boy asked as Ignatius was panting heavily beside Abraxas with his eyes wide open in shock.

"Very!" Malfoy proudly answered and angry turned around when he heard a sneer behind him. The anger quickly disappeared, and a sweet innocent expression took its place. "Professor Marley, how good it is to see you," he smiled but she was already glaring at Tom's arms around Harry. When her gaze fell on the arm Abraxas had still wrapped around the blushing Ignatius, she rolled her eyes.

"Instead of exploring your sexuality, you youngsters should be thinking about your future," she hissed and when she said the last, her gaze shifted to Tom. Malfoy quickly retreated his arm from Ignatius, but the Head Boy's grip tightened. Harry glanced at the older teen and noted him sending the professor a calculating look. Something changed in Marley's expression and she nodded a last time at Tom before continuing her way.

"What was that about?" Abraxas asked to no one in particular.

"I'll take you to your next class," the Head Boy mumbled in Harry's ear and moved them forward.

-THTH-

Again, Ignatius released another sigh as they were doing their homework in the common room and Harry gave him a look. "Don't tell me this is still because of that kiss?" he asked Alex who was sitting on the ground before him. Crabbe couldn't help but smirk as reaction and both boys chuckled while their subject draped himself over his side of the couch.

"Can you believe it?" he whispered, and the others turned to him.

"Abraxas kissing you?" Alex asked and Ignatius slowly nodded completely absorbed in his daze.

"Abraxas Malfoy kissed me! Abraxas Malfoy!" he sighed happily, and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"We know, we were there."

"Yeah, you were..." The brunet couldn't keep his smile down.

"I didn't know you had a crush on Abraxas," he joked, and Ignatius quickly shook his head, denying everything.

"As a guy, you don't crush on Abraxas!" he stated firmly, and Harry's eyebrow rose in disbelieve.

"Abraxas has a rule for these things," Alex explained, and blue eyes asked him to continue. "Guys are fun, girls are serious."

"What?" The brunet asked confused.

"He doesn't take the things he does with guys serious," Ignatius sighed a little sad.

"Oh..." he gave the Parkinson a sorry expression, but the other recovered quickly.

"I'm privileged, Abraxas chooses his partners with care. That he kissed me, is an honour," Ignatius ended with his hand on his heart, smiling with pride before aiming his attention at Alex. "Tell my honey, her sweetheart has been approved by the Abraxas Malfoy himself!" Harry just laughed while Crabbe gave his friend a look that told him, he had to be kidding. That was the moment their subject entered the room and walked straight towards them.

"My 'dear cousin' I think it would be better if you went to Tom before he decapitates Potter," he stated while patting Ignatius on the head like a pet. Harry frowned and quickly got up.

"Where are they?!"

-THTH-

"I expect Dumbledore has taught you how to duel?" Tom asked as he stepped backwards. Harold gave him a nod also moving further away from the other. They greeted each other and Tom shot an Expelliarmus, which Potter blocked. Second Harold tried a Stupefy, but the Slytherin avoided it with ease. They moved around each other and the Head Boy sent his second spell towards the other. Blocking it again, Harold stepped closer and attacked. After that they sped up and the spells flew all around hitting the students, who formed a circle around them, but never them.

-THTH-

Harry ran as fast as he could towards the plaza at the entrance of the castle. Running through the gate he found a bundle of students crawled together. 'They must be in the middle!' he thought and shared a look with Abraxas. He squirmed between the closest students and tried to get closer to the centre. It helped that if it were Slytherins he tried to get past, they would let him – once they recognised him. 'Four more people!' he told himself and his eyes widened when one of them fell forward, stunned. 'They aren't taking notice of the students around them!' His heart skipped a beat and he ignored the voice that told him that Tom wouldn't care about bystanders. Finally, he made it to the centre and his breath stuck at the sight before him. Both students were firing one spell after another at each other and avoided them the best they could – Tom often used one of the bystanders as shield. "Stop!" Harry yelled but they didn't hear him, and he ducked for an oncoming hex. "Tom!" he tried again, but even if the black-haired teen could hear him, the insane look in his eyes told him, he wouldn't. 'If this continues, he'll use the Killing Curse!' That he was certain off – something in the way the future Dark Lord was moving told him. His eyes flashed from one to the other and he knew what he had to do. He raised his wand and determined stepped forward. Then it happened so fast – Tom rose his wand and he knew the black-haired teen was going for the kill. His feet started to run before his brain caught up with his actions and he jumped before Harold who was crouching on the ground.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled only a second after Tom. The entire plaza was clouded in silence and Tom blinked surprised.

"M-Marvolo?" he asked with a trembling in his voice.

"Tom?" Harry called softly and took a step forward. A hand grabbed his arm, blocking further movement forward and he looked backwards at Harold.

"Don't." His grandfather pleaded and with pain in his heart the brunet pulled himself free.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled and turned his back on the Gryffindor. He stepped closer to Tom, who was just looking at him. Once in reach he touched the Head Boy's arm and called the teen's name once more. Tom raised his hand and caressed his cheek.

"Don't ever do that again!" he suddenly yelled as his nails drew blood. The youngster quickly pulled his face away from his hand and touched the wound with a hiss of pain. Harry noted blood on his fingertips when he studied his hand and looked shocked back at the future Dark Lord. Said teen grabbed his hand and pulled him through the mass back inside the castle. Readying himself for what's to come, Harry wisely kept his mouth until they were alone. Tom just threw the door close behind them, releasing his hand in the process and pushed him further into the room. The Head Boy stared at him before he shook his head. "You don't jump in front of a Killing Curse!" he hissed, clearly holding himself back.

"Then don't use it in the first place!" Harry yelled. "What were you thinking?! You can't go around killing people!"

"He was asking for it!" Tom defended himself while his eyes narrowed.

"How, by taking part in a duel with you?"

"He knew the risks," he shrugged, and Harry looked at him in disbelieve.

"You can't be serious. What would you have done if you did kill him? Kill all the witnesses too?" The Head Boy blinked at him.

"Obliviate them," he answered serious and the youngster shook his head.

"Like you could erase all their memories – somebody would get away!" Brown eyes relaxed and the black-haired teen stepped closer until he could touch him.

"You don't have to worry about that. I know a spell that could erase the memories of an entire population," he said – misunderstanding what Harry meant – and pressed his lips against the other's.

"No, Tom..." the brunet sighed while watching his hand grab the front of the Head Boy's robe. "Don't kill, please don't kill," he looked up into brown eyes, pleading.

"We've already talked about this – I can't stop killing. If someone dares to hurt you – they're already dead!" he threatened the future pursuers while his hands ran up and down the youngster arms.

"Then why were you trying to kill Harold? He isn't going to hurt me," Harry asked, and Tom kissed his nose.

"He's a threat."

"Didn't we already established that killing the one that poses a threat, doesn't solve anything?" The youngster narrowed his eyes and the future Dark Lord rolled his eyes. "I won't forgive you if something happens to him!" Harry firmly stated and Tom stared him in the eye.

"Why?!" he demanded, and the youngster stepped backwards, freeing himself successfully.

"Is it that hard to understand?" he asked turning to face the bed.

"Do you know someone who's related to him?" the Head Boy asked like he had just realised something, and Harry froze.

'I can't tell him!' "I don't know, I don't know who he's related too – I don't know who halve the people I meet are related too," he pulled a sad expression and prepared himself to turn back to the other, but arms wrapped around him, trapping him. He felt the other's chest against his back and leaned into it. "What if you kill one of my ancestors?" he asked biting his lip.

"Don't you know who they are?" Tom sounded a little confused.

"My parents died when I was a baby and I was raised by my muggle relatives – I have no idea who my grandparents are or anyone before them," Harry confessed, and his own words made him feel a little lost. It was like he didn't know where he belonged. 'I belong with Tom!' he told himself again and looked sideways as he felt the other's chin on his shoulder.

"Now, I understand. I won't kill people who could be your relatives." The youngster smiled sadly.

'Why does he need a reason not to kill somebody?'

-THTH-

Blue eyes watched how the Head Boy nipped from his butterbeer where after the tip of Tom's tongue slipped over his upper lip, taking the foam that was left behind. For the first time, since Harry had arrived in this time, the students were allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He guessed it had something to do with the fact that Grindelwald seemed to have retreated. Harry knew better but wasn't going to look a given horse in the mouth. His hand brought his own glass to his lips and he sipped from it. The cold beverage rolled into his mouth and further through his throat when he swallowed. It surprised him that even in this time, butterbeer was undeniable good and tasted almost entirely the same as in his time. He had expected a little difference in the taste. "After this, can we walk around a bit?" he asked and brown eyes turned to him.

"Anywhere specific you want to go?"

"No, I... want to see what's different," Harry explained with a smile on his face. He wanted to go explore like a little kid. Tom seemed to understand and gave him a nod while smiling back at him. A quarter of an hour later they were standing in the middle of the street and Harry's eyes glanced everywhere in excitement. "It's smaller," he said and felt the other entwine their hands. With a big smile he pulled the Head Boy with him and started window-shopping. "If you had to choose, what would have your preference?" The brunet asked while looking at some childish toys but didn't get an answer. "Tom?" he asked turning to face the other and noted the brown eyes were watching something behind them with a frown. "Tom?" he asked again while squeezing the other's hand. That made the black-haired teen shift his attention back to him. "What were you looking at?" Harry asked turning around himself and took in the street behind them. Nothing special struck his awareness.

"Nothing, what were you looking at?" Tom's hand settled on his cheek and made him look back at the Head Boy. Harry frowned, knowing the other wasn't telling him the truth.

"Nothing," he answered and pulled him to the next window. He took in the candy before him and glanced back at the other. His face was staring at the window, but his eyes weren't on the candy. He was staring at someone's reflection. Not liking the direction this outing was taking, he pulled Tom with him and searched for a place for confrontation. His gaze kept running through the alleys and he noted something that looked like a court. Pulling the black-haired teen with him, they walked onto an abandon court hiding between four shops. Taking in their new surroundings, he decided they would wait for their stalker at the wall beside the alley. Pushing the other into place he expectantly stared at the alley.

"What are we doing here?" Tom asked while wrapping his arms around the youngster waist and pulling the brunet's back to his chest.

"I want to know who's been following us!" Harry whispered, feeling conspiring. The Head Boy chuckled into his ear and the youngster liked the vibration that ran through his back. He felt lips on the nap of his neck and bit his lip. They had to be quiet or that person wouldn't show up. Suddenly the future Dark Lord pushed him against the wall and yelled an Expelliarmus while stepping before him. "What?!" Harry asked pulling his wand and looked at the buildings before them.

"Don't move!" Tom hissed as his eyes scanned the buildings. Frowning, the brunet noticed a shadow in one of the back windows of the shops.

"Two o'clock, second floor, right window," he told the Head Boy, whose eyes shifted to the pointed window. The shadow moved and a wand came in view. A green light shot towards them, which Tom blocked again. Out of nowhere a second flare shot their way and Harry pulled up his wand, ready to protect them, but the Head Boy pushed him away before he could say a word. The spell burned the wall between them, and another hex was sent their way. The attackers kept attacking – forcing them apart. Tom shot Harry a look and he realised the future Dark Lord was getting frustrated. The youngster blocked the next hex and fell backwards when another one suddenly burned his ankle. Hissing in pain, the grip on his wand tightened and he aimed it before him, too late. An Expelliarmus hit him and his wand flew out of his hand – passing half the distance between Tom and him. 'This is bad!' he thought a little hysterical while he scrambled up. His wounded foot made him tumbled back down – face down this time and he looked up while hissing in pain. Another spell landed between them – not that far from his wand and blue eyes blinked surprised at the oil-like substance that appeared. Again, he tried to get up as it circled around him. 'I need to get out of this!' His heart thumped as he stood up. 'I need to jump!' he realised, and he stepped backwards to get a short take-off run. His ankle shot a flare of pain through his foot, but he ignored it. With little speed he reached the oil and wanted to jump when suddenly a flame flared before him. Blue eyes widened and he let his body fall backwards, stopping himself from running into the flames. Looking wildly around him, he watched how the flames enlightened the oil and he realised he was caught.

"Marvolo!" he recognised Tom's voice and the fear in it, made his own fright catch his heart.

'This is really bad!' he looked around, desperately trying to find a way out and he saw the green flash flying his way to end his life. His eyes could only stare at it as fear immobilised his body. The moment he decided this was it, the spell suddenly reached a barrier and got reflected before his eyes.

"Marvolo!" Came an unsuspected voice from behind him and the turned to see his grandfather forcing an opening between the flames. With a last look at the barrier – that was reflecting another Killing Curse – he ran as fast as his injured foot aloud, out of the burning circle. Once beside Harold, he turned to look at the last place he had seen Tom and found him standing a little further with blood running over the left side of his face from a cut above his eyebrow. The future Dark Lord was aiming his wand at the fire circle and Harry realised he was the owner of the barrier. When their eyes met, Tom dropped the spell and started shouting hexes towards the window. "We need to draw them out," Harold said from beside him and the brunet nodded while dropping his eyes to his wand.

"I need my wand," he said, and Harold summoned it with an Accio.

"Thanks," Harry accepted his rod back and immediately block an incoming spell. Turning his attention back to Tom, he was surprised the teen just stood in the clear open shouting one spell after another directed at his attacker. "He's going to get hit!" The youngster's heart skipped a beat.

"No," Harold shortly answered, and Harry looked at him, asking if he had lost it.

"They don't want to hurt him, and he knows it." Feeling helpless, blue eyes turned back to look at the Head Boy and a woman's scream was heard. "He got her," the Gryffindor announced and kept blocking the spells that were sent to them with a vengeance.

'Three to one, we can take this guy!' Harry told himself and searched for the attacker's hiding's place. He found him hiding behind a wall. 'We can't get him from here... Tom could get him, if he showed himself.' "I'm going to try to get him to show himself," he announced, and Harold looked at him in shock.

"What?! No!"

"Think about it, if they don't want to kill Tom, they're after me. I'll be the bait..." The Gryffindor started shaking his head.

"No, it's too dangerous!"

"That's why you have to cover for me."

"This is insane!"

"Maybe, but it'll work! Tom can get him!" With that said he didn't wait any longer and ran, more like hobbled into the open. He heard Harold shout his surprise before Protegos followed. He noted the Head Boy's eyes widening when he met his eyes and nodded to the attacker. The black-haired teen understood his plan, but clearly didn't like it. Like expected – with one foe less and his prey in the open – their attacker got overconfident and showed a little too much of himself.

"Avada Kedavra!" Tom yelled and a shiver ran over Harry's spine. He didn't like that spell coming from Tom's lips. The attacker let out a surprised but painful scream and fell down from the roof onto the stones of the court. Panting heavily, he looked at the body and fell to the ground as a burning pain shot through his foot. "Are you all right!" Tom yelled dropping down next to him and pulled him in his arms, checking his entire body for wounds.

"My ankle..." Harry said while Harold crouched before him.

"Leave it!" The Gryffindor ordered when the Slytherin Head Boy aimed his wand at it. Brown eyes glared at him and he shook his head. "It's better if one of us is wounded with two corpses here! Why did you have to kill them?!" Tom's anger seemed to reach its limit, but to his surprise Harry pulled his hand down – successfully drawing his attention from his grandfather.

"He's right and it would even be better if they found us here," he stated, and the Head Boy grumbled something. "Someone needs to get Dippet!" Harry turned to Harold, who got the message.

"Okay, don't move, don't heal, I'll be right back," the Gryffindor stood up and with a last glance at Harry, he ran through the alley back to the street.

-THTH-

Tom made certain his boy could hold out before standing up and walked to the corpse not that far from them. He turned it around with his foot and started at the screaming expression on the lifeless face. "Do you recognise him?" Marvolo asked from behind him as the Head Boy stared at the dead body.

"I don't know," he answered truthfully. There was something familiar about that face, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Hearing shouts coming from the street, he retreated to his boy and pulled him into his lap.

"Marvolo!" Came the worried voice of Abraxas as the blond ran towards them from the alley. Behind him Potter was making his way back to them with Dippet and Slughorn. "Are you all right?" Abraxas asked dropping before them and eyeing Tom's body. His greyish eyes ended on the cut above his eyebrow, finding nothing else.

"Boys, what happened?!" Slughorn shouted hysteric while looming over the three Slytherins. "Get Mr Remus to Theresa, Horace, Mr Malfoy join him," the Headmaster ordered when he had taking in the situation, not waiting for a response to his previous question. "Mr Riddle and Mr Potter, I want you two to show me the second attacker." Everybody nodded and Tom helped his boy up. He looked at Abraxas, giving him permission to touch the youngster and watched how Marvolo wrapped his arms around the blond's shoulder.

"Take care of him!" he ordered the Malfoy in a whisper and the blond nodded. His boy gave him a last glance before they left under Slughorn's lead.

-THTH-

Dippet quickly got access to the shoe shop under the window, Potter had pointed him. They made their way up and Tom lingered a little. The Gryffindor gave him a suspicious look and the look turned for the worst when he raised his wand. He mumbled a reflecting spell – he had come up with a story that wouldn't blame him for the deaths. He only hoped Potter would hold his mouth and followed his lead. The Gryffindor should be smart enough to realise that it would just be their words against each other and if they would check his wand, the last spell would be one of reflection. The Headmaster and the shop owner arrived at the pointed room and Dippet let out a gasp when the door had been opened. Potter was the third one to reach the door and his mouth fell open as his eyes widened at the sight before him. Curiosity got the better of him and Tom's steps quickened. The view that met him surprised him. "Professor Marley," Potter's voice sounded shocked and the Head Boy's eyes were drawn to her wand.

"Please tell me what happened, boys," Dippet asked again, but this time clearly expected an answer.

"Marvolo and me, we came here to get some privacy..." Tom started, and the Headmaster nodded, not surprised. "Suddenly, someone attacked us, we could handle it until a second attacker showed up. Luckily Harold," He had to force himself to say the name. "...also appeared and helped Marvolo – we had been split up by then. The attackers chose to attack me – as I was still standing alone – and I started reflecting their spells. I guess they were using the Killing Curse..." he let the name of the spell linger to add affect. Dippet laid his hand on his shoulder, squeezing it in comfort and looked at Potter.

"I guess that sums it up," the Gryffindor answered not meeting the warning glance Tom sent his way.

"Okay, I think it would be best I warn the authorities, I suggest you close the shop for the time being," Dippet addressed the shopkeeper, who nodded, happy to be able to escape the room with the dead body. "You two..." he started looking directly at Tom.

"We'll stay here. We'll make sure nobody touches the bodies." Again, Potter supported him, and the Headmaster left with a nod. With only the two students still present, Tom stepped to the dead body and grabbed the wand.

"You made up that story surprisingly quick... What are you doing?" The Gryffindor asked stepping closer.

Without answering he pointed the wand to a spot behind the body – a spot were a reflecting spell could have it – and whispered: "Avada Kedavra!" Green light shot out of the stick and burned the wall. Clearing the wand on his robe, he dropped it back beside the corpse.

"You do think of everything, don't you?" Potter said sarcastic and Tom glared at him. "Shouldn't you also do that with the wand outside?" Now the Slytherin smirked at him but didn't answer. The oddly familiar – now dead – wizard had been focused on killing his boy. Only the Killing Curse had left that wand in the last minute of its owner's life. The Slytherin walked to the other side of the window and leaned against the wall to wait for the return of Dippet. Potter stayed on the other side of the room. Not a word was said between them.

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