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The entire day passed with Harry watching Tom – as said black haired teen didn't let him leave the room and it surprised the youngster how much the older teen seemed to fit perfectly in the grown-up world. 'To think that a year ago I was wondering how I would survive not seeing him every day,' he remembered as he sat down on the couch in Tom's living room and sighed. 'He'll always be a leader. How good it would be if he took over Spave's group and not become Voldemort,' he sighed again and Tom's eyes glanced at him from the doorway. Knowing he was probably looking like a schoolboy in love, he quickly looked away but couldn't keep the blush from his cheeks. That situation repeated itself a couple of times until the future Dark Lord suddenly stepped closer to him.
Brusquely a hand pulled his chin up and lips were suddenly pressing against his. Harry greedy opened his mouth and Tom's tongue plunged inside. The youngster moaned as his heartbeat accelerated and fisted the other's robe, pulling him closer. How he had missed this. The older teen pressed against his body, pushing him down on his back. Harry felt hands roaming over his clothes and his breath hitched when they touched his bare skin. Those sinful lips descended to his neck and he felt Tom mark him as his. It felt so good, he was almost scared this wasn't real. When his clothes started to disappear, he felt so turned on, he was silently praying that the older teen wouldn't stop all of a sudden. The future Dark Lord's lips travelled downwards over his chest and encircled the head of his penis at the same time as the first finger enter him from behind. A moan of pain and pleasure left his lips and he bucked up to the pleasure, trying to escape the pain. With a pop Tom's lips released him and Harry saw him smirk down at the throbbing length. The finger continued forcing his way in and out and the youngster let out a whine. Lustful brown eyes slid to his face and Harry's arm wiggled before his eyes in the air, trying to get a hold of the other. When the fabric of Tom's shirt got clenched between his fingers he pulled himself up and stared in those brown eyes that promised him undying pleasure.
He captured Tom's lips in a quick kiss before starting to undress the other. With both of them naked, Harry felt even more turned on as he took in the body before him. A sudden need took a hold of him and he switched their positions. Tom had the time to pull a surprised expression before the youngster had captured his lips again and grinded their hard penises together. Harry could feel Tom starting to prepare his anus again and let him grab his wand. The older teen nipped at his earlobe as he aimed his wand as the youngster's bottom.
"You're really tight..." His breath ghosted over Harry's ear, giving him Goose bumps. He felt his body relax and open up with the other's spells and pushed to future Dark Lord back down on his back. Tom dropped his wand over the edge of the couch and Harry raised himself. He took the other's cock and positioned it at his hole. Slowly he descended on it, making it penetrate him and gasp in pain. He really wasn't used to this anymore – it had been a year after all. The future Dark Lord didn't make the slightest movement or noise. As he made himself relax his eyes met Tom's.
"We should have used lube..." he tried to ease the tense atmosphere that was starting the form. Brown eyes closed for a moment before they opened again and the older teen thrust upwards without remorse. Harry led out a short scream that ended in a moan. Tom still knew the right way to thrust, to make him see stars. It didn't take long before he was moving up and down, overwhelmed with the pleasure the other was giving him. He tried to keep his green eyes locked with the future Dark Lord's but lost the connection when his orgasm hit him hard. Panting he found those eyes again and Tom came. He felt the other's seeds coat his insides and bend down, capturing those tempting lips again. They shared a satisfied kiss and Harry laid his tired body on top of the other. Tom's hands found themselves on his waist and trailed circles in his sweat. Slowly they moved to his butt and raised his body enough for him to slip out. Then his entire body moved upwards and he pushed Harry sideways, on his buttocks. The youngster let out a hiss of pain and watched how the other stood up. Without a word Tom left the room and the only thing Harry could do, was blink in surprise after him.
'Did he really just leave?' he wondered while his green eyes widened. 'He has never just left!' he was panicking a little. His body moved of its own accord and got up from the couch, only to fall back down. He really wasn't used to sex anymore. 'I need to shower,' he told himself as he laid there. He wasn't going to admit that he felt lonely.
-THTH-
Tom was smirking as the water fell down on his head. "Oh Merlin..." he mumbled while he closed his eyes and raised his head to feel the drops on his face. How had he survived without that body for a whole year? He shook his head and dropped it forward to feel the ray of water on the back on his neck. 'His reaction couldn't be faked,' he told himself. 'He loves me after all.' A small smile broke through and he quickly bit his lip to hide it. 'I won't let him leave me again. He's mine!' The future Dark Lord told himself as he stared at the tiles of his shower. 'And I won't change in a bald snake-guy. I'll use the knowledge I have from the future,' he nodded to himself. 'Seven horcruxes are too many. I have two already,' he turned around and grabbed his soap. Soaping himself up, he glanced backwards, wondering why Harry hadn't joined him yet. 'Probably soar,' he chuckled. What had been the final trigger for him to believe his boy still loved him, was the tightness of his ass and the eagerness he had shown to his touches. It proofed he hadn't been with anyone since they parted. 'He better not have...' Tom threatened as he balled his fisted. 'No, he hasn't...' he was certain. After rinsing himself, he stepped in front of the mirror and dried himself off. His eyes caught sight of his reflection and he took in the flush on his cheeks. 'No, no bald snake-guy,' he shook the thought from his mind and ruffled his hair a last time before wrapping the towel around his waist. As he exited the bathroom he found Harry leaning against the wall two meters away from him. He smirked and stepped towards him.
"Clean yourself and get to my bedroom!" Tom ordered as green eyes focused on him. Without waiting for an answer he continued walking and stopped at his study. He took the files he had been working on and his eyes fell on the invitation for Spave's party. Picking it up, he stared at it and remembered the last time Harry had accompanied him to such an event. 'That one had actually turned out for the best. I wonder what would happen this time?' Chuckling he laid it on top of the files and made his way to his bedroom. Once there he laid them down on his bed and dressed himself in his PJs. Fifteen minutes later Harry waggled inside the room. Intentionally, Tom didn't react to his presence and waited what he would do. Like he hoped, his boy crawled on the bed until he was laying on his tummy beside him.
"Tom?" he asked and the future Dark Lord let out a sound. "Could you heal me?" Brown eyes blinked in surprise and finally turned to look at the other.
"Do that yourself," he told him and took in the pouting lips that got directed to him.
"But I dropped my wand somewhere in your living room." Tom had to stop himself from correcting 'your' to 'our' living room.
"Dopper!" he called and the house-elf popped in. "Get Harry's wand!" The elf nodded and disappeared to reappear only a minute later with the wand in his hands like it was a treasure.
"Thank you," the youngster said as he accepted the wand that was being handed to him and Dopper left with a surprised expression on his face. Turning back to his work, Tom heard his boy say a couple of spells and felt the bed dip as he moved around, testing if his spells had worked. "I'm not getting any clothes, am I?" he suddenly asked and again Tom couldn't keep his eyes from the other any longer. He took in the naked state of the other and shook his head negative. "Then I'm crawling under the sheets," the boy decided and put action to his words. The future Dark Lord could only watch him and appreciated the naked skin he got to see during the movements. Finally under the covers Harry looked naughty at him and he forced his eyes back on the file before him. "What are you doing?" The boy asked.
"Working," he answered and felt the other move closer to him. 'I can't work like this!' his mind told him and he dropped Spave's invitation before Harry's face. The boy opened it and Tom could sense his surprise.
"I-I can come? After what happened last time?" The older teen only gave a nod as answer. Half an hour later Tom decided it was time for bed and when he glanced beside him, he noted his boy was already fast asleep. Laying his work beside his bed, he crawled under the sheets and pulled Harry in his arms. The boy didn't wake up, only snuggled closer. Staring at the youngster, a small smile appeared on Tom's lips. 'Nobody will take him from me!'
-THTH-
Harry woke up to an empty bed. Frowning he wondered were Tom was and crawled out on his feet. "First things first. I need clothes," he mumbled while eyeing the other's closet. He chose a shirt that hid his bottom and decided to get clothes from his own room. 'But this will be my room from now on! I'll make certain of that!' he smiled, remembering the sex they had last night. Walking to his room, he picked up his clothes and made his way to the bathroom to stop when he heard Tom having a loud discussion with someone. Curious he stepped towards the voices and opened the door to the living room.
"I'm sorry, Mr Riddle, but I can't do that. If you would excuse me." Harry could just see Dumbledore disappear in the flames of the fireplace.
'He's still alive!' His mind yelled for a moment before he took in Tom's angry face. "Tom?" he called and the future Dark Lord gave him a hateful look that quickly changed as he took in his outfit. "What did Dumbledore want?" The youngster asked as he stepped closer to him.
"Nothing, important," Tom hissed and grabbed Harry around the waist. He pulled him flush against him and inhaled the scent of his hair.
"Tom?" The youngster asked again while leaning backwards to be able to look into those brown eyes. He wanted to raise his hand and line the other's face, but the clothes in his hands stopped him.
"Everyone remembers Marvolo, I've removed the spell." Green eyes widened in surprise.
"You did? So, everyone remembers me again." The older teen nodded.
"Everyone remembers Marvolo."
'This is a really good sign!' Harry told himself as a smile broke through.
"Then..." and the smile fell, "what are we going to tell them?" Tom looked questioning at him. "Why have I been gone for a year?"
"Less than a year to be correct, the school year has only started three months ago. To answer your question, you have been in hiding because professor Marley tried to kill you." The youngster frowned at him.
"That happened almost a year ago, why should I return now?"
"We'll make the connection to Grindelwald," Tom shrugged and Harry gave him a look. "Dumbledore did request you to take a test to see if you have the knowledge to participate in the seventh year," the future Dark Lord successfully ignored the look.
"I guess that's understandable. I'll admit I expected to be put back in the sixth year." Now Tom gave him an annoyed look. 'He wants me to graduate fast,' the youngster realized and wanted to kiss him, but the older teen quickly released him. A little surprised Harry watched him sit down on the couch.
"Go clean yourself!" The future Dark Lord ordered without looking at the other.
"I do need clothes." Tom waved him away and he left knowing there would be clothing waiting on him.
-THTH-
"Are you serious?" Harry had to ask while he picked up the first book of the pile that Tom had dropped before him.
"You'll learn them all!" Tom ordered before turning back around and leaving the room.
'He's just going to leave me?' The youngster shook his head and flipped the book open. He started reading until his lost his concentration and his mind wandered. 'Has Tom really accepted me back?' he wondered. 'Aren't things going too fast? Knowing Tom, I wouldn't expect him to suddenly trust me because we slept together. Actually I didn't expected him to give in so soon after gaining his memories,' he bit his lip in doubt. 'The Tom I know, would be planning something.' His eyes darted over the covers of the books before him, not really seeing them. 'What if this is a setup to get rid of me? No, he wouldn't return Marvolo to get rid of him again, but then again I haven't met anyone who knew me then. Maybe he didn't dispel the spell.' Fiercely Harry shook his head.
"No, he has already contacted Dumbledore. He couldn't know I would enter the room at that point," he told himself. 'He isn't going to get rid of me and he doesn't want me gone for more than a year. It could be he still has to wrap up some lose strings and the sooner I'm at Hogwarts the sooner he can do that,' he didn't notice he was starting to fumble with the corner of a page of the book before him. "I need to find a way to spend more time with Tom than only the holidays," he told himself and nodded. "I'll need Dumbledore's help... Dippet's still Headmaster isn't he? Maybe I could get Abraxas to use his influence over him, but he would tell Tom and if he is planning something I can't know about – he won't appreciate it," he sighed while hiding his head in his hands. "I only thing I'm certain about is that I need help."
-THTH-
Harry was heavily panting as Tom pulled out of him and laid down beside him. Green eyes turned to the older teen, who lazily draped his arm around the youngster's waist. Harry gave him a tired smile and sneaked closer before closing his eyes. The future Dark Lord stared at him and caressed the black locks on the other's sweaty forehead. 'It won't be long before he's so deep, he can't live without me – if he isn't already,' the black haired teen smirked. 'I only need to adjust my plans a little.' Slowly he closed his eyes and fell asleep while concentration on the youngster's breathing.
-THTH-
Impatiently Harry was staring outside the window of Spave's office. 'When is that owl coming?' he wondered. It had been three days already since he had done the test Dumbledore had prepared for him and he was certain he had passed it. He glanced backwards at Tom and Spave, but both of them ignored them – one intentionally and one dead to the world. The last three weeks had been more lonesome than he had hoped. It seemed to only time the future Dark Lord acknowledge him, was when they were having sex. Harry didn't know if he could still call it making love. 'I could understand if he kept his distance during the time I had to study, but these past three days nothing changed.' His eyes turned back to the sky outside. 'Is he only interested in my body?' Quickly he shook his head. 'No, in the position he is in, he has enough of admirers who would love to spend the night with him. No, I still mean something to him,' he sighed and wondered how such a distance could have come between them while they were so close.
'It will only worsen when I return to Hogwarts,' he bit his lips, hard. 'Stop it, Harry! If you think he's losing interest, do something!' he ordered himself and glanced back over his shoulder. 'I need to be useful.' His green eyes traced the arm muscles that flexed as Tom grabbed a book from the upper shelf. 'Or maybe if I showed him that I can live without him,' he bit his lip before walking to Spave's desk. He waved his hand before the politician's face, without reaction. "This is creepy," he said and Tom shot him a look. "Could you call somebody? I want to go out," he asked and the future Dark Lord's look took a turn for the worst.
"Please Tom, I'm bored," he saw hesitation in those brown eyes before the older teen took out a quill and a paper out of a drawer of Spave's desk.
"Write to that Parkinson boy." Harry frowned at the equipment he was being handed.
"What could I write about? I haven't seen him for months."
"You're not going out!" Tom made clear and he emphasized with a warning glare.
"Fine, then I'm going to explore inside," the youngster fumed and twirled around not waiting for an answer. The future Dark Lord didn't react so he guessed he got permission – even if he didn't need it. 'Actually, I should be able to find a way out, shouldn't I?' The youngster wondered as he walked through the corridor. 'But what will I do when I get out?' His eyes scanned the window he passed and could feel the magic on it. Frowning he continued and tried a couple of doors. 'Maybe I can go see Dumbledore. If I tell him the truth, he could help me – advise me,' Harry planned while wiggling at the handle of a door that was locked. Curious he aimed his wand at it and successfully unlocked it. Sneaking a peek inside the room, he noticed it was empty and his eyes immediately fell on the fireplace. Stepping inside the room, he closed the door behind him again and made his way to the fire. He checked the mantel and found some Floo powder. 'Perfect.' A mischievous smile broke through on his face as he grabbed some of it. 'Where should I go to? I can't go directly to Hogwarts – there's no way to know which fireplace is open to travel – maybe I can go to – what was it called? Cluster's Booth!' he nodded to himself and pronounced it loud and clear. He arrived in the familiar setting and stepped between the tables, making his way outside. He nodded to the patron, who only glanced at him and pressed against the door to open it.
Suddenly a hand wrapped around his wrist and turned him around. 'He found me already!' Harry screamed in disbelieve, but got surprised by whose face he met.
"Marvolo, it's really you!" Harold yelped with wide eyes.
"Harold?" Harry asked astonished.
"W-What happened to you? You just disappeared! Did Riddle do something to you? He did, didn't he? He also disappeared for a while..." By now the youngster was shaking his head fiercely.
"No, no, that's not what happened," Harry noted they were getting an audience and lessened the volume of his voice. "Could we talk somewhere else?" Harold's eyes widened again and flashed around them. He nodded, finally getting the situation and pushed the door open.
"Come," he said pulling the youngster with him to a hallway. Harry was already glad it wasn't the ally that led to the court where professor Marley had tried to kill him. "This is the most private we will get," Harold said as he turned around facing Harry with an impatient look.
"I guess," the youngster agreed before sighing. "Tom... put me in hiding."
"Why?" Harry wondered just how much he could tell his grandfather.
"I'm certain you remember that professor Marley tried to kill me." The other nodded.
"Well, Tom found out she was working for Grindelwald." Now Harold pulled an astonished face.
"How did he...?" Harry waved his hands to stop him from continuing.
"I don't know. Before I returned I hadn't seen Tom for months and he still isn't that talkative." His grandfather nodded in understanding.
"So, now Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, you're back?" The youngster nodded. "You're also returning to Hogwarts?" Harold continued and again his grandson nodded.
"Yes, actually Dumbledore made me take a test to see if I could take the seventh year's classes."
"And did you pass?"
"I haven't gotten the results back," Harry confessed. "Actually I was hoping I could meet Dumbledore."
"Why didn't you make an appointment?"
"Tom doesn't know I'm here and I would like to keep it that way." Brown eyes widened in surprise.
"Well actually I'm on my way to see Dumbledore. You're welcome to join me?"
"I would be glad too," Harry accepted eagerly and thanked whoever made Harold see him. This was going better than he expected.
-THTH-
Dumbledore couldn't hide his surprise when he saw Harry without Tom – the last was probably the most surprising. "I was just about to send you your results, my boy," the future Headmaster said while raising the small scroll he was holding.
"And?" Harold asked curious and blue eyes glanced between the two boys.
"Congratulations are in order. I'll be expecting you're arrival on Sunday evening."
"Thank you, professor," Harry said honestly while eyeing the paper. "Could you still send that?" Blue eyes got a twinkle in them.
"Riddle doesn't know he's here." Harold clarified.
"Of course, my boy, but if you aren't here for your results..." Dumbledore intentionally didn't end his sentence.
"I'd like to talk to you in private," Harry said and sent his grandfather an apologizing look. The future Headmaster also looked at Harold, who nodded it was all right and left, saying he would be rediscovering Hogwarts. With him gone, Dumbledore turned his full attention to Harry. "Professor, I'm going to tell you something you probably won't believe," the youngster started and blue eyes widened. "I'm not who you think I am." The professor blinked. "I'm from the future." Again Dumbledore just blinked. "Tom called me to this time and because of the prophecy I was the closest..." Harry started to ramble.
"Calm down, my boy. Start from the beginning." The youngster took a deep breath.
"Tom called for his bonded one and as I was his archenemy, I was the closest thing he had to a bond and got brought here." Dumbledore looked lost.
"You spoke of a prophecy?"
"Ah, yes, before I was born there was a prophecy made that I would defeat the Dark Lord – Tom will become this Dark Lord you see." Blue eyes got a serious glint as the future Headmaster was starting to catch on.
"You've come to stop him?"
"Yes and no," Harry answered honestly, "you see I already defeated him in my time."
"Then why have you come back to this time? Did Tom call you back again?"
"No, his memories of me had been erased – I came because I love him." Dumbledore got a sympathising look in his eyes and the youngster guessed he was thinking of Grindelwald. "I need your help to prevent him from becoming evil," Harry confessed and the professor's eyes widened.
"You really think you can stop him?"
"Yes, he knows that if he continues on this path, he'll die." Dumbledore got a thoughtful look.
"He has information on the future?" The youngster nodded.
"You do realize that I need proof that you're telling the truth." Harry nodded again. He had already thought about that.
"I'll show you what I showed Tom."
-THTH-
When they came out of the pensieve, Dumbledore looked surprised at Harry. "You've been telling the truth," he stated and the youngster smiled relieved. He was glad the professor believed him. "So, I'll become Headmaster," the professor said with a little surprise in his voice. Harry smiled at his reaction. He had showed one of the conversation they had had in the Headmaster office. Having Dumbledore see the older version of himself had been a good idea. "I'll help you, but if you fail then I'll have to erase Tom's memory of you," the future Headmaster make his conditions clear, which Harry accepted. Dumbledore leaned backwards in his chair with an unreadable expression. "Has Tom told you he wants you to go home every weekend?" Blue charmed eyes widened in surprise.
"That's what you refused?" The future Headmaster's eyebrow rose at that answer.
"It seems he doesn't trust you completely yet." Harry glanced away.
"Actually I was really surprised he was accepting me already. I find it normal that he won't tell me everything, yet," he added and saw the other nod when his eyes moved back to their previous position.
"If you can, try to get him to Hogsmeade during the weekends."
"So, you can keep an eye on him?" Harry said with a half smile and Dumbledore gave him one back.
"Maybe not personal..." A comfortable silence settled between them as they kept smiling at each other.
"Well, I better get back before Tom starts looking for me." The professor nodded in understanding and both of them stood up.
"May I ask one last thing?" Dumbledore ask as they walked to the door.
"Of course."
"Marvolo Remus isn't your real name, is it?" Harry had to smile at that question.
"No, it isn't," he eyed the older man, but the future Headmaster didn't ask further. 'How would he react to my real name?' The youngster wondered. 'Would he trust me more if he knew?' The temptation was too big for him. "My name is Harry Potter," he watched how the blue eyes widened almost comically.
"You're related to..."
"Grandson actually," Harry said with a smile before leaving. He saw Harold walking towards them.
"Are you done?" The youngster nodded as his grandfather stopped beside him. Turning back to Dumbledore he found him looking from one Potter to the other.
"I'll be going then."
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