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Harry was impatiently pacing in front of his bed. Tom was late – the entire week he had come and checked on him within the hour after arriving home. Two hours had already passed and something just felt wrong. Sighing he sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at the door. He could see the scratches he had made trying to open the lock. 'He must have seen those,' he told himself as after three days the lock had been magically locked. His chance of escaping this room had become minimal at that point. Except that small fallback, their relationship had seemed to be improving and the youngster wondered if the future Dark Lord had started to trust him even a little. His ears suddenly picked up an agitated voice and his eyes focused on the door. 'He's coming!' he was certain and his heart jumped when the door got thrown open. Tom stood before him with the rawness of a beast in his eyes.
"My Lord?!" Abraxas showed up behind him in a panic.
"It's nothing. Leave!" The brown eyes seemed to swallow up Harry and the youngster couldn't take his eyes of him. The blond hesitated for a moment before nodding and turning around.
"T-Tom?" Harry carefully asked as the future Dark Lord took a step towards him.
"Harry," the older teen purred while kicking the door close behind him and increased his speed with every step. Once close enough he grabbed the front of Harry's robe and slammed their lips together. The youngster gasped in surprise and Tom's tongue entered his cavern without hesitation. Harry's heart thumped at the look he got when they broke for air.
"Tom?" His breath came out in pants. "Do-do you remember?" Hope blossomed in his chest, but the future Dark Lord just kissed him again and pushed him down on the bed behind him. The youngster gasped when those sinful lips descended to his throat and made a hickey. A hand slipped under his robe and teasingly trailed upward from his thigh to his side. The other found its way into his hair and Harry turned his head to kiss the arm that was being used as support. "Tom!" His voice sounded needy and his hands wrapped around the clothes above him. He wanted to pull the other upwards when suddenly the future Dark Lord's hand moved. The fingers that had been following the contour of his ribs were tightly wrapped around his throat and he stiffened, not daring to move.
"So, you're the one who'll stop me?!" he hissed with a husky voice. His breath caressed Harry's lips with every word that left his and the youngster tried to shake his head in a negative way. "A year has passed since that day I found out the truth. What has happened? Did you kill me?" Tom sounded truly interested and lessened his grip.
"Tom!" Harry panted his name while he could feel tears accumulate behind his eyes. "You know... I can't answer that..." Brown eyes narrowed and the youngster's heart skipped a beat. "Aren't you wondering why I came to this time? How I came to be here?"
"You found out the spell," Tom stated monotone.
"You told me!" Harry's voice bellowed and the future Dark Lord didn't seemed to believe him. "You changed the combination ingredient! You replaced the Occamy eggshells with the powder of the horn of a Romanian Longhorn!" he seemed to be finally getting through to the older teen.
"That mudblood or Ravenclaw could have thought about that!" Tom hissed his defence and the youngster shook his head.
"No, it's too expensive, they didn't even consider it." Brown eyes narrowed again.
"You can say what you want..." His grip tightened again.
"Then check my memory!"
"You could have altered it." Green eyes rolled around in their socked. It was hard trying to act normal and forget that hand that was still lightly choking him.
"I'm certain you of all people can notice when a memory has been altered." That seemed to appease the future Dark Lord and he removed his hand before moving from the bed. Harry's hand immediately shot to his throat to check as he crawled up.
"Don't move!" Tom turned away from him and left him alone with the door wide open.
"I won't run," the youngster mumbled and straightened his robe to keep his hands busy. It seemed forever until the older teen returned with a pensieve and pushed Harry's wand against the youngster's chest. 'Another test,' Harry knew him good enough to know Tom stood ready to protect himself if he had too. He took hold of his wand and quietly appreciated the familiar warm feeling he got in his hand palm. Raising it to his temple, he forced his mind to the memory of Voldemort.
"Why don't I give you a present for your effort? I'm certain you have been curious about the spell I used to get you to me." His heart thumped as he remembered those words and forced the memory out of his head. He dropped it in the pensieve and looked up to watch Tom. The future Dark Lord's eyes were staring straight at him.
"Is that everything you want to show?" It was more an order for more memories than a question.
'What else can I show him?' The youngster wondered before a thought came to mind. 'Maybe my reaction after he left,' he would be embarrassed but nothing showed his honest feelings better. Again he put his wand against his temple and dropped the memory in the pensieve. Then he took a step backwards to give the other space, but Tom grabbed his wrist.
"You're coming with me!" he ordered before entering the first memory.
-THTH-
The first one Harry saw, was Voldemort and his breath seemed too stuck.
"Why don't I give you a present for your effort? I'm certain you have been curious about the spell I used to get you to me." Finding it too hard to look at him, he turned around and found himself standing before him.
'I look horrible,' he thought and quickly shook his head. 'That's not important, Tom is!' His eyes turned to the older teen and he felt his heart thump. Brown eyes were focused on the older version of himself
"I used the Identify Soulbonds solution combined with the Bonded Calling incantation." The younger version of Harry shook his head.
"No, that can't be. We tried that." Now Tom briskly turned to look at the memory Harry.
"You've tried to call me?" The future Dark Lord held the same expression as his future self and he glanced at the youngster. "But that you failed isn't a surprise – I changed an ingredient."
"Which one?"
"I replaced the Occamy eggshells with the powder of the horn of a Romanian Longhorn." Brown eyes narrowed as the older teen got confronted with the truth.
"I see that has motivated you." Voldemort chuckled. "So, now what will it be? A life as pet or another chance to travel through time?" Again Tom briskly turned, but this time back to his older self.
"Let's end this!" The memory faded away and the brown eyes moved to Harry with an undecided expression in them.
"I told you the spell!" he stated and the youngster nodded. Tom took a step towards them and Harry felt hope blossom inside his chest. The black haired teen took hold of the other's wrist, but more gentle than before. Brown eyes stared into green and the youngster was starting to lose himself in them. The sound of metal falling broke his concentration and he blinked surprised before turning around. He found himself staring at the silver bracelet that had just fallen on the ground. The grip on his wrist tightened and he glanced at the other, who looked alarmed.
"It worked?" Ron uncertainly asked and Hermione bit her lip.
"I-I don't know."
"I'm still alive," the memory Harry whispered.
"Then it must have worked! You're safe, mate!" The Weasley started laughing as Neville appeared in the common room.
"How strong was that spell?" The dark blond asked and Hermione looked apologizing at the others.
"I don't know."
"So, there's a chance he doesn't remember me?" The younger Harry's eyes got brimmed with tears and Tom unconsciously pulled the youngster a little closer.
"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized as the dark blond comforted the younger Harry with a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything that happened between us..." Harry stammered and pushed his friends away as they wanted to comfort him. "I..." he looked conflicted and Harry watched how his past self left the room. His feet quickly followed him and he successfully pulled Tom with him. They followed the youngster to the quarter's Tom had used during his stay in the future and saw how his knees gave out. Harry turned away as the first tears started to fall. He didn't want to see himself cry, hearing it was bad enough. The future Dark Lord didn't take his eyes from the crying figure in front of him and his grip on the youngster's wrist lessened. The memory faded out and green eyes focused on the adolescence beside him. Tom felt his eyes on him and slowly turned his brown orbs towards him.
"Those memories weren't altered," he stated and Harry sighed.
'Now is your chance, Harry!' "I mean what I said. I didn't tell you because I was scared I would lose you." The future Dark Lord moved his body facing the youngster while releasing his wrist and crossed his arms before his chest.
"Not that I would kill you?!" Brown eyes narrowed suspiciously.
'Don't lie!' "Of course, but more the thought of having to kill you to protect everyone I love."
"You said you loved me!" Tom sounded childish and Harry felt a small smile pull at his lips.
"I do, more than you know, but choosing between you and the world..." he sighed, closing his eyes for a minute. Focusing back on the other, the youngster got a sad smile. "I'm a Gryffindor, I'll sacrifice my own heart." Sadness spread in his chest and he had the sudden urge to hug the other.
"Is that what you did?!" Green eyes glanced up in emotionless brown.
"Not really, I'm also a Slytherin," Harry tried to smile again, but it came out forced. "I-I can't give up on you," he twisted his face away from the other. "Why else would I be here? Doesn't that say enough?" A hand forcefully pulled his chin back facing the other and forced him to look into those brown orbs, he could drown in.
"I could be winning," Tom stated, "and then this is your last resort!" he continued while pulling the youngster's face forward and leaning towards him himself. Harry could feel the other's breath caress his lips and suppressed the urge to capture that tempting mouth.
"Or you could be death," he contradicted, "and I'm here to change that." Brown eyes narrowed and the hand under his chin disappeared.
"I can't trust you!" Tom stated while stepping backwards. To Harry's surprise, he sat down on the bed and stared up at him. Slowly the youngster took a step towards the bed under those watchful brown eyes.
"I wish... we could go back," he said sadly.
"We can't!" The future Dark Lord declared without consideration. "It would be easier if you showed me more!" Green eyes glanced away in conflict.
'I can't show him how he died..., but maybe I can show him... his corpse,' he bit his lip in conflict before deciding to risk it. Brown eyes widened when he raised his wand again and pulled out the short memory. "This is how it ends," he almost whispered after dropping it in the pensieve.
-THTH-
Tom's eyes were glued to the body in front of him. "T-Tom?" he heard the memory whisper and turned his head a quarter to see the horrified expression on the memory of Harry. The real one stood not that far from him with his eyes aimed at his feet.
'So, I died,' he thought as he took in the two wands the past boy was holding. 'Then has he been telling the truth?' His eyes moved back to the youngster, who was still staring at the ground. He could already imagine what had happened next – Harry would have gone in search of the spell. The memory started to fade and Tom face the other again.
"You came to kill me, to save everyone who I'm going to kill," he was going to go over every option and if the boy could contradict every one of them, he would believe him – or at least give him the benefit of the doubt. Green eyes gave him a disbelieving look.
"Wouldn't I have done that the first chance I got? And I would definitely not have given you my wand."
'He's got a point.'
"You might have wanted to gain my trust first," the future Dark Lord continued.
"Why the hell would I do that? To uncover the past – my feelings for you – before killing you? That would only make it harder on me!"
'Again point taken.' "You say you love me?" The boy eagerly nodded.
"But the first time I called you, it wasn't love that brought you to me. Why would it be love this time?" Harry sighed and glanced away for a moment. When their eyes met again, he answered.
"Because the first time I was the closest bond you had... I was one of your horcruxes." Brown eyes widened to their maximum.
'He's a horcrux?! Wait, was?' "You were?!" The youngster nodded.
"Because of circumstances it got removed," Harry answered evasive.
'Removed? Dumbledore must have killed it.'
"So, the bond that connected us the first time, doesn't excised anymore. Instead we made a new bond, one of love and that's the bond that brought me here." Brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
'There must be another bond.' "If you killed me, that would also be a bond."
"Why would a bonding spell bring me to somebody I killed, if I killed you that is and who says that you are the only one I killed. I've been in the middle of a war, who knows how many I killed?" Tom could feel himself doubt.
'Still...' "The prophecy makes our bond special." Harry shook his head.
"No, the moment I stopped being your horcrux, I lost the advantages the prophecy gave me. Of course the prophecy would still be there, but it has been fulfilled and..."
"The link would be gone," Tom continued and the boy nodded. 'Another option...' The future Dark Lord forced himself to think of the next hindrance.
"Tom, why won't you just believe me?" Harry asked with a sad voice. "You really think I would have let you fuck me if I didn't love you?!"
'Again so direct!' Brown eyes widened a little in shock. 'But again he has a point.' "Maybe in the future that isn't so much of a big deal," he tried and green eyes rolled around in their socket.
"You do remember that I wasn't that cooperating at first." Tom couldn't suppress the warmness in his chest any longer and gave a nod.
'He's right, again.'
"Then do you finally see?!" The boy sounded so hopeful.
'I can't think of anything else... Does he really love me?' he was doubting more and more. His eyes turned away from the youngster and he took a step backwards. He continued moving backwards until the back of his leg met with the bed. Harry let out another sigh at his quietness and followed him in a swift movement. Hands appeared on both sides of Tom's face and they raised his head at contact. Soft lips pressed against his and the weight of the boy's body pushed him on the bed. Harry pulled away to breath and crawled on his lap before capturing his lips again. Tom tried to resist but in the end gave in. He opened his mouth and the boy immediately took control over his tongue. He lost his senses as his hands slid over the youngster's body and started to pull the robe upwards. Once he felt the edge, his fingers slipped underneath it and came in contact with the other's skin. Harry released a moan into his mouth that went straight to his loins. The boy grinded their cocks together and he ripped his lips from the other's, facing away, to catch his breath. 'What-what is he doing to me?!' A voice yelled in his head and hands turned his head again facing the youngster.
"To-om!" Harry panted still moving his body against the older teens. That sinful mouth descended to Tom's again and the voice started to scream. With all willpower he had, he pushed the boy from his lap and without a word escaped the room.
-THTH-
"Tom?!" Harry called after the future Dark Lord from where he was laying on the ground and watched the door close behind him. With a sigh, he let the back of his head make contact with the floor. "I went overboard, didn't I?" he sighed again and stared at the ceiling. 'But he reacted,' he raised his upper body. 'That's a good sign. He did tried to kill me, after attacking me, sexually that is... Tom will be Tom,' Harry sighed the last and a small smile appeared on his face. 'All in all, that wasn't that bad. Of course he must be utterly confused, but that means I'm still getting to him.' The youngster nodded to himself and glanced backwards to the door, where Tom had disappeared behind. 'I just need to win his trust back.' His teeth pressed in his lower lip. 'That won't be easy, but there's no other option. If he doesn't trust me, he'll kill me!' His eyes turned back to stare at the bed in front of him and he let out a big sigh. 'If I could still get to Voldemort... even a little, then I should definitely be able to get to Tom!' he nodded to himself. "He'll learn to trust me again and we'll be inseparable!" he told himself.
-THTH-
"Get up!" Harry blinked the sleep from his eyes and stared surprised at Tom, standing at the end of his bed. Slowly the meaning of those two words got to him and he crawled from between the sheets. "I've prepared clothes for you in the bathroom," the future Dark Lord said while moving out of the room without looking back. The youngster quickly followed him and got lead to said bathroom. "Prepare yourself and meet me in the kitchen!" With that last order the older teen turned around and walked away. Harry watched him disappear around a corner before entering the bathroom. He quickly took a shower, brushed his teeth – a new toothbrush was laid out on the clean clothes – and put on the clothes – muggle clothes to his surprise. Checking his reflection, he decided he hadn't look this well in days.
'I'm clean and wearing normal clothes.' Taking his eyes from the mirror he stepped to the door and enter the hallway. He started walking in the direction Tom had disappeared to and started opening a couple of doors. 'Where is the kitchen?!' he wondered as the next door revealed the living room. Suddenly a hand wrapped itself around his wrist and he looked surprised over his shoulder into brown eyes. An eyebrow rose waiting for an explanation, why the youngster was checking every door. "Tom,... where is the kitchen?" Harry asked with an innocent expression and he noted the future Dark Lord's lips moved into a small smile. Without a word he pulled him into a room a couple of doors further. Green eyes took in the small table that appeared before him as Tom pushed Harry onto a chair. The older teen took the chair opposite of him and their breakfast appeared on the table. The youngster's eyes moved from the food on the table to the future Dark Lord and stopped on the kitchen cabinets. He found Dopper standing before them, preparing some more food. His eyes slid back to Tom, who was quietly eating while reading a newspaper. 'This seems so normal,' Harry thought and felt a little excited. 'I wonder what he's planning.' They ate in silence until Tom finished and laid the paper down.
"You'll be accompany me today," he said while getting up and walked out without giving the youngster a glance. Not one to look a given horse in the mouth, Harry quickly followed him and caught the robe he got thrown too. Green eyes looked surprised at the older teen and watched Dopper lay out two pair of shoes. Only when Tom was completely dressed and stood ready before a small fireplace in the hall, did he turn to the youngster. He gave him an impatient look, making Harry fasten his shoes a little faster and clumsy put the robe over his head. When he was finally dressed, he looked down to check the result and gave himself a satisfied smile. He had been fast and looked presentable. When his eyes met Tom's again, they gave him an amused look back. Harry had the decency to blush, which seemed to amuse the future Dark Lord even more. Shaking off his amusement the older teen pointed his wand to the youngster and said all to well-known spells.
'I'm Marvolo again!' Harry realized as he touched his now brown hair.
"Mansion Purus!" Tom articulated clearly and pointed to the fireplace. The youngster nodded and was the first one to travel to the mansion. Curious, Harry stared around the hallway he had arrived in and glanced over his shoulder when a hand pressed in his back.
"Good morning, Mr Riddle!" A skinny man greeted them.
"Mr Dumplin," Tom said back while the man took in the youngster. "I'd like to introduce you to Marvolo Remus."
"Good morning," Harry smiled politely and the man shook his hand as greeting.
"I see you are on your way out. Don't let us keep you," the future Dark Lord made clear his present wasn't needed anymore.
"Yes, if you would excuse me." Harry watched the man leave before Tom's pushy hand forced him to enter deeper in the house.
"Who was that?" he asked as green met brown eyes.
"A guinea pig." To his surprise, the older teen actually replied.
"What?" The youngster questioned but one last look was all he got. The future Dark Lord led him to the mean office and Harry felt a chill run over his spine as empty eyes of the occupier watched him. "Spave..." he mumbled and briskly turned to the other teen. "Why...?"
"He tried to kill you," Tom answered before the question got voiced, while staring at the politician.
"What?"
"Professor Marley was working for him." Green eyes widened and moved to Spave.
"Why..." the youngster shook his head – he already knew the answer, "because of that fight," he mumbled and a hand raised his chin, turning his head in the process.
"Yes, he noted it then." Harry blinked in surprise. "The power you had over me." And green eyes widened again.
"Power?" he stared deeply in the brown eyes before him – trying to find the answer, but the future Dark Lord only smirked while releasing his hold on the other's chin.
"Haven't you wondered why I called you in the first place?" Tom asked while stepping away from the youngster – Harry didn't even noticed he followed him step after step.
"You wanted to find love?" he guessed and again the older teen smirked.
"Partly true. Someone told me nobody would ever love me. I wanted to prove her wrong," he shrugged and the youngster realized he shouldn't be surprised.
"So, the power I have over you is love?!" he asked while his heart accelerated – this was almost like a love confession – and the future Dark Lord laugh aloud.
"Isn't it ironic?" he asked between hiccups and Harry blinked confused. "I asked for someone who would love me and I became so obsessed with you instead," the laughing ended with a sneer of disgust.
"I do love you!" Harry had to say it and Tom shook his head.
"And now that I remember everything, I won't make the same mistake again," he stated and the youngster's heart leaped.
"What do you mean?" The future Dark Lord smirked at him before turning back to Spave.
"Let's get to work!" he ordered and the politician nodded eagerly.
'He won't answer,' Harry realized. 'But what does he mean? Doesn't he want to be with me anymore?'
"With what grade did you graduate?" Tom suddenly ask to his surprise.
"Euh, I didn't." Brown eyes gave him a confused look. "I...had to go in hiding," the youngster mumbled, avoiding those piercing eyes. When he did faced the other again, the future Dark Lord gave him a hesitating look.
"What?" Tom took a minute before the answer came to him and he hesitated. "I've been trying to kill you since you were born. How can you say you love me?" he shared some of his doubt, which Harry saw as a good sign.
"Because Voldemort didn't remember us and when he did..." the brown haired teen pulled a thoughtful look, "well, he wanted to keep me as a pet and drown me in pleasure," he nodded to himself and noted Tom's lips turned into a smirk.
"That doesn't sound like a bad plan."
"Tom!" Harry teasingly squeaked before pouting. The future Dark Lord seemed to like his reaction as he got a teasing glint in his eyes while he sat down on an empty seat.
"I'll make arrangements for you to attend Hogwarts again," Tom changed the subject again as he leaned backwards, never taking his eyes from the youngster. Harry felt like those eyes were undressed him as he stood there. "It's time Marvolo returned," the older teen smirked before turning to Spave to give him the next set of orders.
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