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"How is the potion coming along?" Harry asked when he had found Neville. "Where's Draco?" he looked surprised at his friend who was cutting one of the ingredients – it looked like some kind of tree root.

"He has gone to get the horn," Neville answered while laying down his knife. "I've just returned with all the plants' ingredients and started preparing them."

"How long do you think the potion will take?" The youngster asked as he stepped closer.

"When Draco returns, about half an hour," the dark blond answered and on cue the door got thrown open. The Slytherin stood in the doorway, panting like he had just run a marathon. Harry immediately noted how relieved he looked when his eyes fell on Neville.

'He's got it bad,' the youngster thought with a small smile.

"Did you find it?" Neville asked sweetly smiling.

"Yes, like I expected, Slughorn has a secret stash," the Slytherin smirked while holding up a pouch. Draco quickly supervised the dark blond's handiwork, before starting on the potion.

"And now we have to wait twenty minutes," the Slytherin said ten minutes later – it really wasn't such a hard potion. Draco turned to Neville and pulled him to the closest desk. He sat down on the surface and manoeuvred the Gryffindor between his legs. Ginny and Harry could only watched how Neville leaned backwards while the blond wrapped his arms around his waist. Green eyes turned back to the cauldron to glance at the potion.

"You won't be coming back, will you?" Neville suddenly asked and Harry turned surprised at him.

"I... haven't thought about that," he confessed. "But I guess I won't," the youngster sighed.

"If you change the future we won't remember you." Draco said while resting his head on Neville's shoulder.

"I wonder how our lives will be." Ginny muttered, glancing at Harry before turning her eyes on the couple. The Slytherin's hold had tightened and the dark blond patted his hands in comfort.

"I'm certain we'll find each other again, especially under Harry's supervision," Neville said with a smile and Draco seemed to relax a little. The greyish eyes turned to the Boy-Who-Lived and warningly glared at him.

'So scared to lose him.' "Don't worry, I'll be looking over you," Harry directed his words especially to the Slytherin, who gave him a thankful nod. That moment Hermione and Luna chose to enter the room with Ron behind them.

"We've finished it."

"It'll work?" Harry asked.

"We believe so," the girls answered while closing in on the others.

"Then in about ten minutes we can try it." Green eyes eyed the cauldron again.

"Harry, aren't you going to wash yourself first?" Hermione asked with a look at his attributes and the youngster looked down at his clothes. They were dirty from mud, blood and had burn marks left behind by different spells.

'Maybe I should...'

"It could make Tom think you just escaped from Grindelwald," Luna suggested and green eyes widened.

"That could work," he answered turning to Hermione for her advice.

"It could be to your advantage," she shrugged.

"You won't be taking anything, mate?" Ron asked and the youngster's hand started to feel at his pockets. He felt two sticks and pulled his two wands in the open. Everyone's eyes stared at the Elder Wand on awe.

"I don't want it," Harry said.

"What?" Ron reacted. "Are you not feeling well?"

"I know it's a powerful wand, but I was happier with my old one," Harry tiredly said as he felt at the bundle around his neck. "Maybe..." he thought aloud and glanced at Hermione before pulling his broken wand from it.

"Reparo," he said and the two parts melted together. Red sparks flew out of the tip and Harry knew the reparation had succeeded. He picked it up again and smiled at the warm tingling. "I'll put the Elder Wand back and this one," he waved Draco's old wand around in his hand before throwing it to its previous owner, "you can have that one back." The Slytherin caught the wand with ease and smiled as he twirled it around in his hand.

"Thanks."

"The potion's ready," Neville mumbled and all of them turned to watch the liquid.

"Then it's time," Harry said with a heavy heart. Was he ready to leave for a last time?

"Here mate," Ron got his attention and he turned to watch the Weasley take something from his girlfriend's hand. He reached it to him and to the youngster's surprise it was the silver bracelet he had worn a year ago for three months. Carefully he accepted it and smiled thankfully at his best friends.

"I've charmed it so it will definitely take in the spell, but Tom is still the only one who can close it," Hermione apologized.

"Then won't I immediately return?"

"Not as long as you don't move." Harry nodded with a frown.

"You know the counter?"

"Yes, Abdere Obliviate Tempus," the girl nodded.

"How... Will you be able to perform the counter on him?" Ginny asked with a quiet voice.

"Ah, I haven't thought about that yet," Harry frowned.

"He'll be on his guard," Ron said.

"Maybe you could tell him he's been Obliviated. There's a spell he could use to scan his brain," Luna suggested.

"Does that spell already exist in 1945?" The Ravenclaw thought for a moment.

"If I remember correctly that spell was made during the Grindelwald war. It could be a new spell in Tom's time," Hermione helped her and she nodded.

"Somewhere in the middle of the war."

"Knowing Tom's interest, there's a lot of chance he has already knowledge of that spell," Harry nodded to himself.

"Let's first put back the Elder Wand and then we'll perform the spell." Everyone agreed and quietly made their way outside.

-THTH-

Half an hour later they were back in the classroom and Harry was drawing a circle on the floor. "That's probably not really necessary, Harry," Ginny said and green eyes turned to her.

"I know, but..." She nodded in understanding. With everything in place the youngster could only stare at his friends. He started with Ginny and Luna, both girls got a hug before he moved to Neville and Draco. The dark blond pulled him in a hug of himself and greyish eyes turned to look everywhere but at them. "Take care of him, Draco," Harry told the Slytherin, pulling his attention back to him and the Malfoy nodded eagerly. As last Hermione flew him around the neck and Harry also pulled Ron in the same hug. "I'm going to miss you two," the youngster whispered and saw the first tears leave the girl's eyes.

"We'll miss you too." Reluctantly they released each other and Harry took place in the middle of the circle. He grabbed the bracelet from his pocket and squeezed it in his hand. He nodded a last time at his friends and Hermione said the spell.

"Ego requiro sumo is tenus vinculum unus[1]!" he held his breath while his vision started to fade.

-THTH-

Tom was leaning backwards in his chair, aimlessly staring around in the room. His eyes stopped on the king-size bed he had recently bought and wondered where his thoughts had been when he had bought it. 'I don't need such a large bed,' he shook his head and stood up again. His feet carried him to the window and he stared at his garden that was enlightened by the last sunbeams. 'And why did I buy this house? It's too big for one person, who's barely here.' Again his heart tightened and it felt like he was missing something. He had an idea as to what it could be, but he also knew there was a reason he had made himself forget. Always there had been something missing and when he had read of a new spell that could check his brain for traces of memory altering spells, he had tested it. He had found what he had been looking for. Someone had put a very advanced Obliviate on him and he had concluded the only one who had such knowledge and talent was himself. He had made himself forget something or someone. Sighing he turned away from the view and walked out of the bedroom. He made his way to his study and picked up the letter he had dropped before. It was an invitation from Spave for the fifth anniversary of his political group.

'Not that it's his group any longer,' he smirked before his thoughts moved further to the misstep he had made. The first time he had put Spave under an Imperius Curse, his right hand man had seen him. Mr Gael had paid with his life for dispelling his Imperius. Getting close enough to Spave for a second time had been a challenge, but he had succeeded and now here he was one year later. He had taken the place of Mr Gael to the public eye, but behind the scenes he was controlling everything. His hand moved over the list of promising minions he had made. During the party he could get a better idea of some on the list. A smirk appeared on his face as he turned back around. 'I should get a new robe,' he thought, knowing Mr Spave would be all to glad to pay for it. He walked to his kitchen wanting to grab a snack when his eyes fell on the newspaper he had dropped there this morning. Dumbledore's face was staring at him and the smirk made place for a sneer.

"Almighty wizard who defeated Grindelwald," he mocked. 'He won't be able to stop me!' Having lost his craving, he turned around and decided to spend the rest of his evening in his bed with a book. He made his way back his bedroom and suddenly noted an abnormality in the middle of the room. He reached for his wand as a silhouette appeared. Surprised he looked at the boy standing in the middle of his bedroom. He looked like he had been in the middle of a war and the moment the boy's green eyes met his, he felt himself drown in them.

"Tom?!" A hoarse voice asked and he blinked out of his daydream.

"Who are you?!" he demanded with raised wand.

"You know me," the youngster said. "It might be hard to believe, but you know me and somebody Obliviate you, making you forget me." Brown eyes narrowed in disbelieve.

"Others would remember you."

"Before you got Obliviated, you had used a spell to remove me from everyone's mind in this time." Tom frowned.

'I do know of such a spell... In this time? Where's he from? Even if he's telling the truth...' "I would notice if a part of my memory had been removed," he knew that wasn't entirely true, but it was a good way to test the intelligence of the other.

"It wasn't an ordinary Obliviate," the boy said never taking those green eyes from him. "And I have the counter." That got Tom's attention.

"And why should I believe you?"

"There's a spell that scans your brain for spells."

"Scans?" 'Odd word.'

"Checks. Searches," the boy clarified and Tom thought for a moment.

"Give me the counter!" he ordered. If the words didn't make sense, he would know the boy wasn't trustworthy. But a part of him wanted to trust him.

"Abdere Obliviate Tempus," the boy answered very clearly.

"Removal of a memory alternation in time," Tom translated. It sounded odd and was probably not the best translation, but it could explain why four months of his last year in Hogwarts were gone. 'I need to test it.' "Give me the advanced Obliviate!" Finally green eyes glanced away.

"I can't."

"And why not?!" he added a dangerous tone to his voice.

"Because..." the boy looked conflicted before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm not from this time and a friend of mine spend a lot of time in making that spell. So, I can't tell you."

'He's insane,' Tom concluded and told the part of him that wanted to believe the boy to shut up.

"I can't proof... wait!" The boy suddenly called out and raised his hand. He opened his fingers and a silver bracelet caught Tom's eyes. "You should recognize this – you gave it to me and only you can open or close it." Brown eyes narrowed as he observed the piece of jewellery.

"Accio bracelet," he called it to him and concluded it looked a lot like the bracelet he had gotten from some girl. It had disappeared without a trace about a year ago. 'I gave it to him?' Brown eyes glanced at the boy and he tried the lock. He opened and closed it without trouble. Next he pointed at it with his wand and read the spells on the lock. His eyes widened as he recognized the spell – it was his. The advanced locking spell he had made. "I gave this to you?" Tom asked staring to get very curious about the boy before him.

"Yes, because of that bracelet I can stay in your time."

"You aren't wearing it at the moment."

"I haven't moved yet, when I do without the bracelet I'll disappear."

"Back to your time," Tom reasoned.

"Yes."

"Which spell did you use?"

"The Identify Soulbonds solution and an incantation my friend made."

'He has a friend who's intelligent enough to create spells. This could be dangerous.' Brown eyes glanced at the bracelet and he decided. Two steps put him close before the boy and he grabbed his arm. His eyes again locked with green ones and for a second time he lost himself in them. Slowly he raised the bracelet and with a click closed it. "So, now I'm the only one who can send you away," he mumbled trying to force his body backwards, still caught by those green orbs. Finally he succeeded in stepping backwards and dropped the arm that seemed at home in his hand. Hesitating for a moment, the boy suddenly followed him before letting out a relieved sigh when nothing happened. "Happy you're still here?" Tom smirked and the boy laughed.

"You have no idea." Unexpectedly the boy moved forward so fast that black haired teen was too late to raise his wand. Brown eyes widened astonished when lips pressed against his and hands came to rest on both of his cheeks.

'I know these lips,' Tom's mind suddenly acknowledged and he felt himself shiver.

"Please use the counter, Tom," the boy whispered when their lips broke apart.

"How are you called?" Green eyes sparkled.

"Harry."

"Last name?"

"You'll have to remember that yourself." Forcible Tom pulled himself free.

'Did I make myself forget him? I need to test that counter, fast.' "Who put this... Obliviate on me?" Again the boy seemed conflicted before he sighed and answered.

"My friend."

"The one who made it?!" he felt his anger rise.

"Yes."

"That spell was made for me?!" he was enraged and the boy looked sadly up at him.

"Yes."

"Why?!" Tom spat as his grip on his wand tightened.

"She only did it to protect me," Harry said stepping closer.

"Why? From that kiss before I wouldn't think I would hurt you?!" Green eyes glanced away sadly.

"Because I lied to you and you found out before I could tell you."

'He lied to me?' "About what did you lie?" Tom forced his voice to sound calmer and the boy's breathing accelerated.

"About who tried to kill me when I was a baby."

'This is starting to get complicated..., but also interesting,' Tom realized and closed his eyes for a moment. 'I want to know what has been hidden from me, but only after testing that spell.' Opening his eyes again, he took in the state of Harry. 'Mud, blood and burns. He looks like he has been fighting for his life. Even if he isn't telling the truth, there is an interesting story to find.' "I'll think about it." Harry stared at him with hope in his eyes. "But until then..." Tom raised his wand and the boy raised his hands. He signalled Harry to move out of the room and pushed him to the cellar.

"Tom?" The boy asked as he stared at the dark moistened walls.

"Your wand!" Green eyes glanced at him and the wand – he hadn't seen yet but knew was there - got handed over to him. Tom took his time to observe the wand and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized it as the twin of his'. 'That wand chose him?! Who is he?' he frowned while a cold shiver ran over his spine. Without hesitation the black haired teen called on a chain and wrapped it around the boy where after he fastened the ends to the wall.

"Tom!" Harry called out with large eyes.

"I can't trust you," Tom simply stated and green eyes looked sad.

"I understand," he nodded and turned to leave. "I'm sorry," the boy stopped him, but he didn't look back, "about lying, but I was scared that if I told you I would lose you." Tom blinked in confusion and quickly left the basement before he would do something he would regret.

"Harry," he muttered. 'Who is he? Where did he come from? And what does he want from me?' he wondered while his fingers touched his lips. "That kiss... had been familiar," he frowned. 'What if he's telling the truth? Or what if this is a trap?' he entered his bedroom, dropped the boy's wand in the upper drawer of his nightstand and undressed himself. Grabbing the bottom of his pyjama he walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. 'He could also use a shower...' he thought and immediately shook his head. 'I need to test that spell... It should also be able to remove a normal Obliviate,' he conclude as a plan started to form in his head.

-THTH-

Next morning Tom left without checking on the boy in his cellar. He made his way to Spave's house and settled himself on the politician's favourite chair.

"Call Mr Dumplin," he ordered the puppet and the man left without a word. Ten minutes later he entered the room again, loudly laughing with a small skinny man. Tom had already stood up as it wouldn't do to be seen in the seat of the leader and held out his hand to the man with a charming smile plastered on his lips. "I'm glad you could make time for us, Mr Dumplin."

"Of course, Mr Riddle," Spave lead him to the chair, Tom had concurred a minute ago and sat down on his favourite chair, his right hand man had been previously occupying. The black haired teen called the house-elf and it appeared with thee and snacks.

"I've heard that you've been one of the guinea pigs for the new Obliviate related spell?" Tom asked as the man accepted a cup and nipped from his thee.

"Yes."

"We would like to test another version, you'll be compensated." The man eagerly accepted and Tom put a quick Obliviate on him. "Do you know why you're here, Mr Dumplin?" he asked as the man looked around astonished.

"No, Mr Riddle..."

"Abdere Obliviate Tempus!" Tom quickly mumbled, making sure the others couldn't hear him.

"Ah, I remember everything!" Dumplin yelp to his own surprise.

"No side effects?"

"I feel fine."

"Okay, we have prepared a room where you'll be staying for a week." The man opened his mouth to protest. "You'll have access to Mr Spave's driver and can go wherever you want." That made Mr Dumplin rethink his protest. Tom could see him considering all his options and stood ready to manipulate the man if he dared to decline. After another minute Mr Dumplin accepted the offer and Spave apologized that they had much more to do. Tom led the guinea pig to his quarters and told him a doctor would be with him shortly. While walking back to Spave's office, he couldn't help but wonder what he would find out if the boy had been talking the truth. Entering the office again, Spave was patiently waiting on him. "Let's get some work done," he smirked with an evil twinkle in his eyes.

-THTH-

It was already shimmering when Tom got home and took some bread and water to his basement. The boy was sitting against the wall and still looked dirty. 'He really should shower. My whole place is going to smell.' "Here, food," the black haired teen said while dropping the plate he was carrying before the boy's feet.

"I can't eat with my hands tied," Harry answered as his stomach grumbled. With one quick spell Tom released the chain and the boy immediately stuffed his mouth.

'He should at least be a little suspicious,' the older teen frowned as he kept his eyes locked on the thin frame before him. Only when all the food and water was gone did the green eyes look up.

"Come with me!" Tom ordered and with stiff movements did the boy listen. He led his prisoner to the bathroom and opened the door. He signalled the boy to enter before him and Harry listened without hesitation. 'Is this to show he trusts me?' he wondered while grabbing a towel and a piece of soap. "Clean yourself." The boy gladly accepted the two pieces and Tom could feel those green eyes follow his every move while he left. After closing the door behind him, he took a deep breath. Those eyes got to him in a way he didn't want to admit. Shaking that odd thought off, he walked to his bedroom in search for some clean clothes. He chose a dark green pyjama of himself and wondered if he should put the boy back in the cellar afterwards. "It would ruin my clothes," Tom mumbled and made the decision to keep the boy in his spare room. 'I need to find the key,' he told himself as he walked to his office. Opening the right bottom drawer, he moved some papers around until he found his bundle of spare keys.

He removed the one of the spare room and closed the drawer again. With clothes and key, he went back to bathroom and hesitated before the door. 'I can't just enter, can I? Of course not,' he shook his head – he still had manners. He laid down the pyjama on the floor before the door and a sudden yell surprised him. With an unexplainable worry, he threw the door open and his mouth fell open. Harry had tumbled out of the shower and was laying on his stomach with only his bottom hidden by his towel. His skin seemed to radiate because of the reflection of the light on the water drops lingering on his skin. The dazed green eyes looked up at him with a light blush underneath them and Tom felt his heart thump as a drop fell from his wet hair, lining his face. 'He looks so...' A shiver ran up the black haired teen's spine and his penis twitched.

"Tom!" Harry finally realized who was standing over him and scrambled up while wrapping the towel, dangerously low around his waist. Brown eyes immediately focused on the bleeding scratches on his elbow. His hand found itself around the boy's arm, raising the wound to get a better look. "Is it bad?" Harry asked and Tom grabbed some toilet paper. Carefully, he dapped the blood away, making the boy hiss. Brown eyes glanced up and again the vision before him affect him. Without a word he pulled the boy out of the bathroom – Harry almost tripped over the pyjama on the floor – and pushed him to his bedroom. He sat the boy down on his bed and moved to get the first-aid kit. Back at the bed he opened the kit on his bedspread and took out a healing salve. Next he raised Harry's arm again and removed the overflowing blood as much as possible with the leftover of the toilet paper before spreading the salve over the scratches. Tom could feel those green eyes watching his every move and he had to hold himself from staring in them again. Putting the salve back, he moved his hand to a bandage and wrapped it around the wound. Having done that he couldn't help himself any longer and let his eyes slid over the boy's body. Tom had expected to be turned on and at first he was, but then he seemed to finally be confronted with reality. Harry's body was covered with bruises, cuts and burns. 'I almost forgot,' the older teen thought while his eyes followed an ugly looking slash. His hand moved by itself back to the healing salve and he opened it under the watchful eyes. He started applying it to a cut on his chest, slowly descending. Above the edge of the towel he stopped and crawled on the bed to get access to the other's back. Again his eyes took in the damage and his hand ghost over the wounds. 'Who did this to him?' he wondered as he applied the salve. After that he moved to kneel before the boy on the floor. He kept his eyes glued to the boy's feet and slowly raised them while spreading the healing ointment over the cuts. His eyes slid faster upwards than his hands and he felt his breath hitch when he noted the bump the boy was trying to hid in his lap.

'He's turned on,' Tom felt the previous heat rise again and quickly withdrew himself. Without a word, he left the room to go get the clothes he had dropped before the bathroom door. Gathering them again, he wondered what had come over him. 'Why is he affecting me like this? Why am I affecting him like that?' Shaking his head, he forced his thoughts back to safer ones. Slowly, his feet carried him back to his bedroom and he threw the pyjama at the boy. "Follow me," he said and quickly turned around. His ears caught the sound of footsteps behind him and he led Harry to his spare room. "From now on, you'll be staying here," Tom announced as he entered the room and glanced at the boy. Green eyes were checking the room for what he didn't know. The youngster kept it at standing in the middle of the room, trying to hide his problem and the older teen had the urge to escape his presence. As Tom fell back to the hallway, Harry called out to him.

"Tom?" Brown eyes glanced sideways as the body made a ninthly degrees turn. "What are you planning on doing with me?" That direct question surprised the black haired teen.

"I haven't decided yet," he answered truthfully and left. 'What am I going to do with him?' Tom wondered as he locked the door behind him. 'What if he's telling the truth, but what if he isn't?' Did he want him to be saying the truth? He didn't know the answer as he stood before that door, waiting for something he didn't know.

-THTH-

Harry fell backwards on the bed and hid his face with his hands. 'Bloody hell, Harry. He's going to think you're a freak!' Green eyes looked through his fingers at the clear bump under the towel on his lap. 'But he was... so close.' A defeated sigh escaped his lips and his hands slid downwards. With hesitation, he touched himself and closed his eyes. His mind got filled with flashes of Tom as the towel started to get wet at the head of his penis. Harry started to pant and moan his imaginary's lover's name. He started to wiggle, tense up and relax again when his climax made him see stars. Heavily panting, his eyelids slowly rose and he took in the mess he had made. With the towel he cleaned himself and missed the presence of his wand. 'I don't know when he'll let me shower again,' he threw the filthy towel on the floor and stood up. His feet carried him to the clothes that he had dropped in the middle of the room and inspected them. 'PJs,' he made out and quickly put the two pieces on. Dressed he glanced at the door and sighed before going to bed. 'At least I'm not chained in the basement,' he thought before snuggling deeper in the pillow.

-THTH-

Tom stood frozen before the door, he didn't know how long he had been standing there, but that soft panting voice had rooted him to the ground. 'Did he just...!' With a thumping heart he forced his feet to move and walked to his living room. Without faltering he moved to the fireplace and called for Abraxas. The blond quickly appeared in green flames and greeted his Lord. "Abraxas," the green radiating greyish eyes looked at him, "what do you remember of our last year at Hogwarts?" The Malfoy got a surprised look.

"Euh, we graduated... and Spave searched for contact with you. What else, Dumbledore was gone for most of the year, fighting Grindelwald," Abraxas summed up.

"At the start of the new year?" Tom asked and noted the Malfoy pulled a thinking face.

"Nothing special happened then," he answered in the end with a dazed look and the black haired teen frowned.

'He can't remember. Was Harry removed from his memories?' "Nothing happened that had been out of the ordinary?" Again the blond put up his pensive face and suddenly his eyes light up.

"I kissed Parkinson!" Abraxas suddenly announced and Tom had the urge to roll his eyes.

"I'm not interested in your playthings."

"What, no that's not what I mean. Only recently I've remembered that. I've had a run-in with him and..."

"Abraxas!" Tom ordered him to stay with the subject and the blond shot out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, it's just that I remember doing that before your eyes..." the Malfoy looked apologizing as he knew very well not to show his romantic needs before his Lord, who frowned at that.

'I don't... wait!' Suddenly the memory of the two kissing flashed through his mind. Second he remembered professor Marley's look. 'Why had she looked at me that way?' It was the first time he had remembered the dead professor. He had heard about her dead as she had tried to kill him apparently. But that version had never sat right with him – somehow he knew he hadn't been the one she wanted dead. 'Did she want to kill Harry? If she did, why?'

"...and I remember doing it to prove something to you," Abraxas continued and Tom's frown deepened.

'What could he have to prove?'

"It's odd," the blond ended and his Lord could only agree with him. It was already odd that he was starting to remember. He had been Obliviated, no doubt about that, but why were his memories coming back now? That shouldn't be happening.

'Maybe Harry's friend messed up,' he guessed while his eyes moved to Abraxas. 'And if I removed Harry from his memories, he should still remember everything else. So his memory could be correct.' The possibility of it being true made him feel weird. 'I could also make Abraxas remember but that would mean I would have to remove the spell from everyone. If I did perform that spell, it must have been for a good reason. I can't risk putting him in danger, if I did everything in my power to protect him,' he shook his head.

"Are you all right?" Abraxas asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"I'm fine!" Tom sternly answered and signalled the blond could leave. He needed time to think.

R&R

[1] I demand to take him to his bonded one