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"I'll go get our brooms," Ron had excused himself and made off in the opposite direction. Once outside the Headmaster's office, the boy had entwined their hands and was glancing worrisome at Malfoy's lover. The bushy haired girl laid her hand on Harry's shoulder to get his attention and shook her head. Tom glared at her and she let go of the boy like he was fire. The youngster frowned and turned to him.
"My friends can touch me, you know!" he hissed annoyed and brown eyes narrowed. Harry was showing his own leader qualities more and more since they had arrived in his time and that didn't go unnoticed by the future Dark Lord.
"Sorry," he quietly mumbled to the girl, whose eyes widened in shock.
"It's... okay," she hesitantly answered as they left the protection of the castle. Harry accelerated when his eyes fell on the Quidditch field and a large smile blossomed on his lips as they accessed it. They didn't have to wait long before Ron showed up again, carrying three brooms. He handed his mate one and Tom felt his hand being released. His boy quickly mounted the broom and directed a last smile towards the black-haired teen before flying off. Tom's eyes widened at the speed his boy flew through the sky and a struggling sound pulled his attention back to the ground. He barely got a glance of one of the Bludgers that jumped into the air.
"Ginny," Ron handed the second broom to his relative and mounted his own. Both flew into the air with the male Weasley carrying the Quaffle. They started making passes while Harry gave pointers and saved Ron from being hit in the head by a Bludger.
'He's the Captain,' Tom realised and felt his lips move in a proud smile. His boy had a lot of qualities he hadn't discovered yet. The two reddish haired teens continued their training as Harry moved to hover over the future Dark Lord.
"Release the snitch, Tom!" he called, and the black-haired teen blinked in surprise. He looked down at the chest containing the last ball of the game.
"Go on, he's dying to show you his skills," the bushy haired girl said from beside him what got him into motion. He stepped to the chest, knelt down and set free the Golden Snitch.
"Shall we go sit on the tribune?" Malfoy's lover asked and the girl between them nodded. Both of them moved away from him, but he just kept staring at his boy above him. He could see green eyes scanning the field and wanted to see him move into action. Then the eyes glanced down, looked away again, before looking back down. Harry gave him an odd look before looking at his friends.
'Better stay near them,' Tom decided and stepped towards the two decent friends of his boy.
"We haven't introduced ourselves yet!" The bushy haired girl suddenly nervously announced and got an odd look from Malfoy's lover.
'They rather keep their names to themselves,' the future Dark Lord realised, but did put up an expectant expression.
"I'm called Hermione, this here is Neville and those two are Ron and Ginny."
'No last names, smart,' Tom had to give her that. "You already know I'm called Tom," he answered to say something and the girl happily nodded. "How are those two related?" he continued – Harry would be happy if he at least attempted a conversation with his friends – indicating to the two Weasleys.
"Brother and sister," Neville answered, and a painful silence settled over them. They stayed like that – watching the two training – until Harry shot into action. Tom had to admit those brooms were faster than he previously thought, and his boy knew how to manoeuvre. He watched in fascination how the youngster twirled through the air and suddenly grab midair before yelling he caught it.
'That's fast,' the black-haired teen thought surprised and stood up as the youngster descended.
"That was great, Harry Potter!" An oddly familiar voice yelled, hysterical and Tom looked down to see a house-elf jump up and down before him.
"Dobby!" Harry called to his surprise and ran over to the elf.
"Yes, Harry Potter, Dobby's been instructed to tell you your friend's quarters are ready." Dobby nodded to himself emphasising and the youngster looked up at Tom.
"Then we better..." A screeching yell interrupted him and the next thing the future Dark Lord knew, was that he was laying on his back with the house-elf's hands around his throat.
"Run, Harry Potter, Dobby will protect you!"
"No, Dobby, stop!" Harry yelled and together with Ron pulled the mad house-elf from Tom, whose wand was already aimed to strike.
"No, Harry Potter will be killed. Dobby must protect you!"
'Who's threatening Harry's life?!' The future Dark Lord wondered while his anger took hold on him.
"Dobby, I'm all right, nobody's going to kill me!" The youngster yelled and the house-elf looked at him with hysterical eyes.
"No, no, he will, Harry Potter!" Dobby said while pointing to Tom. Brown eyes widened and he felt so angry all of a sudden.
"Where does a bloody house-elf get the thought, it can threaten me?!" His voice bellowed over the field and he rose his arm, swiftly pointing his wand at the elf. In a split second Harry had pushed Dobby out of his reach and stood before him.
"Tom, put your wand down!" he ordered, and the future Dark Lord felt his rage flare.
'Where does anyone get the idea, they can order me?!' His mind screamed at him and his gaze started to cloud. Then two hands where on each side of his face and lips gently pressed against his. Unconsciously, he kissed back and looked into green eyes.
"Stop, you're scaring my friends," Harry whispered, and brown eyes glanced around them. It surprised him that all of them stood ready to fight.
'They also have experience with fights, just like Harry,' Tom thought with a frown. 'Someone has been trying to kill him, them.' His eyes moved back to the green ones before him. 'No, all those death predictions. Someone has been trying to kill Harry and they have been protecting him,' he reasoned and suddenly felt himself relax. Clearly, his boy had some good friends, who protected him and that made him feel relieved. He was starting to understand why Hogwarts in this time was the safest place for the youngster. Having calmed down he lowered his wand and put it back in his pocket. "Sorry," he apologised and watched how his boy gave him a revising look. Happy with what he found; Harry turned back to the house-elf.
"Dobby, this is Tom, just Tom, he isn't going to hurt me." The elf seemed in a turmoil before coming to a conclusion.
"Okay, Harry Potter, Dobby will trust Harry Potter," he gave Tom a last warning glare before changing into the perfect host. "Dobby will now lead you to the quarters."
"Okay, we'll follow you," Harry smiled a little forced and turned to Hermione, who was yelling at the Weasleys to come down. Then Tom felt his hand being grabbed again and followed his boy, meekly. The house-elf led them through abandoned corridors until they came to a door.
"Here it is, Harry Potter." Dobby announced as he opened the door. The first impression that Tom got was that it looked liveable.
"It has a Slytherin touch, doesn't it?" Harry chuckled as all of them entered. The future Dark Lord had to admit he was correct. The room was decorated with green carpets and curtains, even green bed sheets. He had to smirk when he noted that it was a double bed.
'Maybe I took Marv-Harry's suggestion and made Dumbledore my follower,' he couldn't help but wonder as the house-elf announced he was leaving. Hermione agreed with him, saying it was time for their last class and the two time-travellers were probably tired. Harry agreed with her and led them out. Neville received a last look that told him, they were going to talk in the very near future before the door closed behind him.
"This has become a very long day, hasn't it?" The youngster asked as he turned back to Tom. The black-haired teen nodded while sitting down on the bed, testing it. "Is it going to keep our weight?" Harry asked sarcastic and got responded by a serious yes. Smiling, he walked to the bed and hugged the future Dark Lord's head to his stomach. "I can barely believe we are really here," he whispered as Tom wrapped his arms around him.
"You'll get used to it." A hand slid through the older teen's black hair and pulled his head backwards. When his lips came in the open, Harry kissed them, tenderly and sighed against them. "Who was that house-elf?" Tom suddenly asked, breaking the mood successfully and green eyes stared surprise at him.
"Didn't you recognise him?"
"Should I?" The youngster smiled down at him.
"You have already met him." The black-haired teen's eyebrow rose in confusion. "Think, how many house-elves have you met these past months?"
"Three." Green eyes told him to continue. "Spave's, Malfoy's and that innkeeper's." Harry nodded and suddenly a memory surfaced. "You were looking oddly at Malfoy's house-elf!" Again, Harry nodded while a smile coloured his lips. "But how did it come to be at Hogwarts?"
"I might have something to do with that," the youngster confessed as his smile go a wicked edge.
"Tell!"
"Well, I kind of made it that Dobby received a sock from his last master."
"And that would have been?" Tom fished a little.
"Draco's father."
"I think I'm starting to understand the boy's reaction towards you," the future Dark Lord smirked, and the boy shrugged.
"We've never gotten along."
"And now that one of your friends is dating him?" Tom asked as he pulled the other on his lap.
"I don't know if they are really dating," Harry mumbled a little unsure.
"From what I saw, they are." A small smile broke through on the boy's face.
"Yeah, I would have never thought Neville would kiss Draco like that in front of all of us," he shook his head to get rid of that thought and gave the older teen a peck on the lips. "But they were fighting," he suddenly remembered, and a frown settled on his face.
"Actually, when I left, they would have never come out of the closet – especially Draco, like hell he would admit he liked Neville."
"A lot can happen in three months, look at us." Tom kissed his boy, wanting to change the subject.
"I guess."
"You still haven't told me how Malfoy's house-elf ended up at Hogwarts."
"Dumbledore gave him a job," Harry answered while getting from the other's lap.
"A house-elf with a job," Tom shook his head in disbelieve as the bell rang.
"Class starting," he watched the youngster walk through the room and nodded as response. "Maybe I should get my own stuff from the dormitory," Harry suggested before looking back at the teen still sitting on the bed.
"You can't leave me, remember?" The future Dark Lord reminded him while getting up. He walked over to his boy and wrapped his arms around him before sweetly kissing his lips.
"That's true," the youngster mumbled as response. "Maybe we should go to bed."
"I do hope you aren't thinking about sleeping," Tom teased him, and green eyes got a glint in them.
"No, but I'm also not thinking about that," he retorted as he pushed the other off him, grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bed. "What I'm thinking about is a little less intensive," Harry informed him as he crawled on the bed, still pulling the other with him. With both of them on the bed, the youngster manoeuvred them until they were laying with their limbs entangled, facing each other.
"I guess this is nice too," Tom answered after they shared some more kisses. "But I was hoping for more." I continued as his lips attached themselves on his boy's neck and his hands wandered to the other's butt.
"Hn, Tom, my body's still recovering." That made the future Dark Lord raise his eyebrows. First thought was the boy's foot, but even with the handicap they had still done it. Second his mind guessed maybe he was still feeling the effects of last time, but that had been days ago, and he had prepared him. He felt lips kissing his forehead and continued on his way downwards. His hands moved to the front and kneaded the boy's length, which clearly reacted. He felt the other's breathe hitch in his hair and slipped his hands upwards to the hem of the boy's pants. His finger ran over the other's lower belly before slipping inside the pants. He found the underwear and followed the skin inside it. "Tom!" Harry panted and seemed to decide he wouldn't be the only one getting pleasure. The youngster's hands opened his pants and pulled the other's dick out with less foreplay.
"Don't stop!" he whined as the black-haired teen's movements had stopped in his surprise. Tom quickly continued and let his fingers slip around the boy's length. Slowly he pushed the pants downwards, exposing the stiff penis and the youngster quickly pushed his body closer to the other's. The future Dark Lord watched how his boy pressed both dicks against together and mixed their pre-cum as he spread his hands over both organs. His own hand moved to the youngster's hip and his breath hitching as he felt his body stiffen, preparing to shoot. Harry's hand continued moving and he couldn't take it anymore. He came with a quiet shout of the other's name and felt his boy's body shudder against his. As both were laying in after bliss, his boy grabbed his wand and spelled his hand clean before inspecting their clothes. He cleared the spots he found before raising his underwear again and removing his pants. His sweater and shirt followed and then pulled on the other's pants. Comprehending what the other wanted Tom also discharged of his pants and upper clothes before laying back down solitary in his underwear. Harry pulled at the bed sheets underneath them and after a lot of wiggling from both of them, pulled them over their bodies. He forced the older teen's head against his chest and wrapped the sheets around them, making sure no cold air could disturb them.
"I thought we weren't going to sleep," Tom couldn't help but state and felt the chest under his cheek vibrate.
"We're just resting." A soft voice said before pecking his forehead.
-THTH-
He felt himself flying. Being so free had always be a dream for him and now he truly was. It was fun until a rage filled his body. A couple of dots in the air before him pulled his attention and he accelerated towards them. Wizards on broomsticks were fleeing from him and his minions, but his men were catching up to them. Fights broke out while he was watching from a distance and a smirk appeared on his lips as one of the wizards got hit. One protector down. He observed his enemies one by one - he was looking for someone specific. One of the wizards looked backwards as his eyes slid by him and he recognised the familiar face. It was him. Speeding up towards his prey, he suddenly noted the same face left from him. Stopping he looked from one to the other and realised they both looked the same. They had all transformed themselves in him. Anger took hold of him again until he got the message, they had located the real him. Within the minute he was flying in the direction of the minion who had seen him. Like expected he could feel his prey as he got closer. The first thing he saw was the motorbike and the half-giant. Second, he saw him. He accelerated with the spell that would end his prey's life on the tip of his tongue. The boy looked backwards and a frightened expression met his eyes.
-THTH-
Pain bloomed on the side of his face and Tom stared disorientated around. "Are you awake?!" he heard Harry ask and focused on the face hanging above him. His hand rose to touch his throbbing cheek and hissed at the contact. "Sorry about that, but you wouldn't wake up." The future Dark Lord gave the boy a short glare. "You were having a nightmare – what were you dreaming about?" The youngster asked to his surprise and he dismissed it for worry.
"I was flying, hunting someone..." Even in the dim light he could see the green eyes widening.
"It-It was just a dream, don't worry about it." Tom felt lips against his temple and realised his boy was trying to comfort him even if his voice sounded in more need for comfort.
"What time is it?" he asked to get their minds on something else.
"Uh…" He watched Harry's silhouette turn and grab his wand of the nightstand.
"Oh, it's four o'clock already," the boy answered surprised after casting a quick Tempus and turned back to him. "I'm surprised we've slept that long."
"I'm not," Tom reasoned and got a questioning look directed at him. "It was already evening when we left my time and you just had to exhaust yourself with Quidditch."
"I guess..., but Hermione and Ron must have returned after dinner," the youngster kept making excuses.
"They probably left when they noticed we were sleeping," Tom said before yawning and closing his eyes again. He could feel the other staring at him and wondered what was going through his head. Movement indicated that the boy was also laying down again, but he knew both of them weren't going to get any sleep anymore.
"What does Spave want with you?" Harry suddenly asked and the future Dark Lord couldn't deny that his boy had gotten more confident being back in his own time.
"Money," he decided to answer.
"And since when do you have money?" Came the response that put a smirk on his face.
"I guess you know the Gaunts went broke."
"Yes."
"They did and when I found out my mother was a Gaunt, I researched the family tree." The rustling beside him told him Harry's body was turning to him.
"What did you find?"
"Every pureblood family is connected to each other and if you use the correct persuasion, you can become their only heir." Tom smirked as he remember one particular old man that had no living relative left, until he came along. Most of his money came from him. There weren't a lot of people who knew about the new Gaunt's fortune and he would like to keep it that way.
"Did that involve killing people?!" The disapproving voice of his boy pulled him from his thoughts.
'Always with the killing.' "No," he answered honestly. 'Only threatened them.' A smirk appeared on his lips. "Killing anyone would be too suspicious," he chose to continue and got a hum as response.
"How did Spave find out? Did he research your background?" Harry asked after a short silence.
"Yes." Another silence came over them and the soft rhythmic breathing that settled beside him, made Tom realise his boy had fallen asleep again. 'I guess he still tired.' After staring aimlessly in the dark before him, he turned around and with his hand inspected which way his boy was facing. He found him facing his way, so turned away from him, grabbed the youngster's arm and draped it around his waist. His thoughts moved back to their previous conversation. 'If M-Harry doesn't know about my fortune, then Dumbledore in this time must also not know,' he started brainstorming. 'But then again, if I'm the Dark Lord then maybe Harry just thought I made the fortune myself through my political career. No, if I'm that famous then that little fact must be known, unless I erased it from everyone's mind,' he smirked as his fingers caressed the hand draped over his stomach.
-THTH-
When morning came Tom woke Harry up again and both prepared themselves for a new day. They left the bathroom to find Harry's Gryffindor robe, a plain black robe without colours indicating a house and food waiting on them. The youngster quickly moved to the table and grabbed a slice of bread. "I didn't know I was this hungry," he mumbled after the first bite and sat down on the closest chair. Tom joined him and picked a piece of apple. He smelled at it before taking a bite. "It isn't poisoned." Harry shook his head as he moved bacon to his plate. Brown eyes glanced at him before another bite was taken of the apple. The food quickly disappeared on their plates and Harry stood up before grabbing his robe. "It's weird being a Gryffindor again," he smiled as he dressed himself and turned to the older teen to show. "How do I look?"
"Like the first time I saw you," Tom honestly answered, which made the youngster laugh.
"I guess that's true. Here is yours," Harry handed the other robe to the future Dark Lord and watched how Tom stood up and dressed. Brown eyes turned to him, asking how he looked. 'He reminds me of... Voldemort,' Harry realised with a fright and quickly shook his head. 'No, this is Tom, he'll never be Voldemort!' he told himself. "You look handsome," he chose to answer in the end and a knock pulled their attention. Harry went to open the door and found Ron and Hermione waiting behind it.
"We've come to pick you up, mate!" Ron announced with a bright smile while the girl beside him raised the youngster's books.
"Okay, Tom, what will you do?" he asked turning back to the black-haired teen.
"Apparently, Dumbledore's expecting me," the future Dark Lord said as he was reading a note.
"Where did that come from?"
"I got it from one of the pockets of the robe."
"Okay, then why don't we pass by the Headmaster's before we go to Defence Against the Dark Arts?" Harry suggested and got nods from everyone.
-THTH-
"Did you two came by after dinner, yesterday?" Harry asked as they made their way to the Dumbledore's office.
"Yes, but we guess you two were fast asleep when we didn't get a reaction," Hermione answered giving her friend a teasing look.
"Yes, we were," the youngster responded, ignoring her look and turned to Ron instead. "Did I miss a lot?" The Weasley pulled a pensive look before answering.
"Well, you have been gone for three months, there are some things you've missed, mate." Harry was sure he meant more than just classes.
"How where your classes in... Tom's time?" Hermione questioned.
"Hard," was Harry's response as he shot Tom a look, "actually some subjects seemed more advanced than in our time. Topics they will only teach us in seventh year or not at all because they're too dangerous." That got the black-haired teen's attention.
"Has the quality of Hogwarts lowered that much?"
"That isn't so surprising. I guess that in our time there are more spells the Ministry finds dangerous than in your time," Hermione nodded more to herself than Tom. "Which courses were you taking anyway."
"All of them." The bushy haired girl looked like he had grown a second head. "Tom made me," Harry pushed the blame on the future Dark Lord and Hermione glanced a little uncertain at him.
"How where your grades?" Ron sounded curious.
"Actually, they weren't that bad. Tom's a good teacher." The Weasley raised his eyebrow in disbelieve.
"With the right persuasion," the black-haired teen mumbled, and Harry and Hermione turned red while Ron seemed to be imagining his worst nightmare.
"Well, it seems you're a good influence on Harry," Hermione forced herself to say with a small smile while grabbing the Weasley's arm in warning. The youngster gave her a thank you look, and they continued in silence. As they reached the Gargoyle Tom gave Harry a peck on the lips and Ron briskly turned his head the other way. The statue shot into movement and the three Gryffindors watched the future Dark Lord ascend the steps of the stairs before continuing to their class. "I hope you know what you're doing, Harry," Hermione was the first one to break the silence.
"I do! He's stubborn, but slowly, he's starting to accept my point of view or at least, trying to respect it," the youngster defended.
"Bloody hell, mate. I know they say, keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but I'm certain that doesn't mean bloody sleeping with them!" Ron made his displeasure known – Harry was already glad he had hold it back the entire time Tom was with them.
"Don't you think I've already had the same thoughts?"
"And still you came to the conclusion that fucking him is the best solution?"
"Ronald!" Hermione yelp displeased.
"You can't imagine how hard this is!" Harry continued, raising his voice to his best friend. "I know he'll become Voldemort if I don't stop him, but now he's just Tom – there's still goodness in him." Ron stubbornly shook his head in denial, not wanting to listen.
"He has already killed people, hasn't he?" His eyes bore into Harry's and reluctantly the youngster nodded.
"Then how can you say he's different!" The Weasley hissed angry before stamping inside the classroom. The youngster stopped and stared at his friend's back. Hermione patted his back in support and that was the push he needed to enter. Snape looked only once at him as he walked to the back and sneered but ignored him further. Ron had chosen an empty desk, right from the one Neville was occupying and the messy black-haired teen decided to sit beside his shy friend. Hermione quickly took her place next to Ron, who ignored Harry all together.
"Ron's giving you a hard time?" Neville asked and the youngster nodded before opening his mouth to ask about the other's relationship, but Snape started his class with a cold voice bellowing through the room. To his surprise the door suddenly burst open and Draco enter panting.
"Sorry," he mumbled at the head of his house before quickly moving to the back of the class. His greyish eyes met Neville's and to Harry surprise, he dropped down on the chair behind his friend.
'I guess I shouldn't be that surprised,' the youngster thought while glancing backwards. For the first time he noticed that the blond didn't look that good. He looked tormented. With a frown his eyes slid to Neville, who was quietly taking notes before turning to the professor in front of the class. 'What has happened between those two these last three months?' Class passed to slowly to his liking and it didn't help that Draco seemed to be fond of teasing his Gryffindor. Neville kept swatting at his hair that was being blown upwards by a repeating air wave. He even glared backwards at the blond, who innocently smiled back. When Harry made a move to intervene, his friend stopped him and shook his head – he wasn't to interfere. Draco seemed happy with this development and started happily humming. Respecting his friend, the youngster didn't intervene, but he couldn't stop the glare his eyes sent to the Slytherin.
-THTH-
"Thank you," Neville whispered at the end of the class and Harry gave him a pensive look.
"Is he treating you all right?" he asked leaning forward as the subject of his question was packing behind them. His friend gave him a smile with an unreadable expression in his eyes.
"Yes." The youngster didn't know what to think about that answer. Did he mean it or was that one word hiding the truth?
"Longbottom!" Draco yelped and when the Gryffindor turned his attention to him, Harry noted how the blond seemed to leech on it. He kept provoking him until it almost looked like he was flirting with the dark blond teen. Blaise gave his friend a look and shooed Crabbe and Goyle to the corridor. It was Pansy who destroyed the little world that had settled around the two.
"Draco!" she latched on his arm and batted her eyelashes, trying to be seductive. "Would you like to join me?" The glare she sent Neville, was enough to know she intentionally kept it an open invitation.
"Yeah, yeah, see you later, Longbottom." Draco accepted it not taking his eyes of Neville, who rolled his as response.
'I can barely believe she's related to Ignatius,' Harry thought as the two Slytherins joined their friends and squeezed his shy friend's shoulder. Neville gave him a smile before following Seamus outside.
Stephke23: I know that dream hasn't happened yet, and it will be explained later.
R&R