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Entering Spave's office again, Harry smiled at Tom, who glanced at him. The future Dark Lord's attention quickly went back to his work and the youngster realized his absence of the house hadn't been noticed – this was going to be just like before he left. He settled himself back before the window and noted an owl flying his way. "There's an owl coming," he stated and a moment later Tom stood beside him. The older teen let the owl in and accepted the little scroll Harry recognized the seal all too well. Patiently, he waited until the other would say he had passed the test and could attend Hogwarts.
"You passed," Tom stated and handed him the paper. Honestly curious as to what was in the letter, he read it.
"I have to be at Hogwarts this Sunday in the evening," he read and looked back at the other. "I'll need equipment and not to forget clothes of my own." Tom nodded to him.
"I'll take tomorrow afternoon off," he said while turning to Spave, who only smiled.
"Okay, then..."
"Why don't you go through the mail of the party? Write down who will be attending," Tom pointed to a pile of letters and scrolls that had clearly been set up for Harry. The youngster just nodded and sat down at the side of Tom's desk. Brown eyes glanced at him with approval and with a sigh he opened the first letter.
-THTH-
"We won't be seeing each other a lot," Harry said as he was laying naked on his stomach on the bed. Tom gave him an unreadable expression as he stepped out of his trousers. "When I'll attend Hogwarts again," the youngster clarified and the older teen removed the last of his clothes. Completely naked Tom stepped towards the bed and joined him on it. Immediately his hands crawled around Harry's waist and he kissed the youngster's shoulder blade. Already knowing where this was leading too, the youngster turned around in the hands holding him and wrapped his arms around the other's neck before pulling his head down in a deep kiss.
"I admit I'll miss you in my bed," Tom chuckled when they broke for air.
"Only in your bed?" Harry asked with played disbelieve and the future Dark Lord descended to capture his lips again.
"No, it's our bed." Now the youngster couldn't help but laugh aloud. It felt good to hear that, he needed that sort of small reassurances.
"But still, I'll miss you," Harry continued. Tom hummed between kissing his throat. "Maybe you could come visit me?" The youngster suggested and the lips stopped.
"You want me to come to Hogwarts?"
"Not Hogwarts, I was more thinking in the line of Hogsmeade." The youngster pulled the other's face towards him and sweetly kissed the older teen's lips. "We could stay there in the weekends," he suggested and saw the future Dark Lord hesitate. "Not seeing you for months again..., I can't do it." His voice got a little whine and Tom succumbed.
"Fine," a kiss, "I'll rent a room in the Cluster's Booth every weekend." Harry smiled as brightly as he could and initiated the next kiss. It didn't take long before he was moaning in pleasure as Tom was thrusting in and out of him. He knew the older teen had the power to drive him insane with need and screamed when his orgasm hit him. As he was trying to catch his breath, he felt Tom's body shudder and release inside him. Tired the older teen pulled out of him and laid down beside him. Brown eyes moved to the youngster and Harry happily smiled back. The future Dark Lord kept an unreadable expression on his face and the youngster entwined their arms and their legs, trying to get a reaction out of him. Tom didn't entertain him with any and a little disappointed Harry snuggled even closer. Feeling the other's breath ghost over his forehead, he closed his eyes and let sleep take over his senses.
-THTH-
"You're kidding," Harry stated monotone and Tom blinked at him as answer. "I'm not wearing that! It shows almost everything and is way too small!" Brown eyes slid to the clothing article in the future Dark Lord's hand.
"Perfect for in bed," Tom said his opinion and the other glared him.
"Then you wear it!" With that said, Harry turned around and searched for normal underwear. 'Why are normal boxers so hard to find?' he wondered. 'They do exist in this time, don't they?' After a long search he found something that look presentable, even if Tom kept showing up with the weirdest constructions. "Now I still need a sweater," Harry said as they exited the store and the older teen pointed to a medium-sized shop on the other side of the road. They entered it and immediately a man walked to them.
"Mr Riddle, how glad I am to see you!" The shop owner greeted them and Tom gave him a charming smile.
"Mr Krale, I'd like to introduce you to Mr Remus," the man turned to Harry and shook his hand before the youngster had time to raise it himself. Blue charmed eyes took in the grey-turning hair and the elegant suit Krale was wearing. The last thing that caught his attention was the small brooch that held the symbol of Spave's group.
'One of Spave's followers.'
"He needs a couple of new sweaters," Tom told the shopkeeper and the man took a last look at the youngster before disappearing to the back of his shop. He came back with his arms full sweaters and displayed them on his counter. The older teen pointed to a couple and then turned to look at Harry. The youngster pulled of his cloak and the borrowed sweater. Picking a dark green pullover from the counter, he put it on and turned to Tom.
"What do you think?" The future Dark Lord slowly took in his appearance before turning his eyes on a dark blue sweater with black-greyish markings. Harry switched pullovers and repeated that six time before the older teen pointed to two.
"Good choices!" Krale announced and started folding the two sweaters. Harry just glanced at Tom's choices and approved.
'Those two looked good on me,' he decided as he turned back to the mirror and took in the black pullover he had put on as last – without Tom pointing at it. The pullover was cut in such a way that his good points were accented. He looked like a well-built adult. 'I want this!' he decided and turned to the others. "I also want this one!" Tom blinked at him before those brown eyes descended to his chest. Clear approval appeared in his face and he nodded. Five minutes later they left the shop with three sweater and Harry couldn't stop smiling. They walked through a small ally to the main street and the youngster entwined their hands. Tom didn't react and Harry felt a little disappointed.
"Marvolo!" Suddenly someone pulled his attention and he turned to see his grandfather walking towards him with the Weasley brothers behind him. The future Dark Lord's grip tightened as a warning, but Harry wasn't going to let that stop him from greeting his relative.
"Hi, Harold," he smiled brightly and nodding to the reddish haired teens behind him.
"Riddle," the oldest Potter said to Tom, who just stared at him. It didn't go unnoticed that Harold found that look a little uncomfortable and he quickly turned back to his grandson. "I heard you are attending Hogwarts again." Harry couldn't help but feel a little relieved – Harold remembered that Tom didn't know about his little trip.
"Yes."
"Where have you been?!" Perry demanded to know with narrowed eyes.
"That's personal!" Tom hissed before Harry could utter a word.
"Why? You locked him in your basement?" The Weasley spat and the youngster glanced away with a considering look that didn't go unnoticed by Harold.
"Did he?!" he demanded and Harry glanced at Tom, who seemed ready to kill.
"Don't be silly," the youngster waved the subject away. "What brings the three of you here?" he continued and his grandfather gave the future Dark Lord a last warning look before answering.
"We're going to eat something and catch up with each other."
"And we really should get going before we lose our table," Septimus stopped the conversation from broadening.
"Yes, we're already kind of late. I'm glad to see you are all right, Marvolo. We'll meet up again." Harold's eyes glanced to Tom. "And if you need anything, you can always find me at Kingsdrive 11." Harry nodded with a smile and the future Dark Lord immediately pulled the two of them past the three Gryffindors. The youngster waved behind him before giving the teen beside him a look. Brown eyes sent him a one back holding a warning.
"You can be a little friendlier, he is my grandfather," Harry mumbled and his hand got clenched.
"Don't push me, if you still want to be able to meet him!" Tom hissed angry, surprising the youngster with his intensity. In silence they returned home and the future Dark Lord pulled the other to his bedroom. "Stay here!" he ordered before leaving. Harry just blinked at him and when he tried the door handle he was surprised it wasn't locked.
'At least he trusts me enough to not lock me up again,' he thought as he opened the door. His still charmed blue eyes stared in front of him and took in the decoration of the hallway. The wallpaper was dark blue – almost black – and looked like something that fit in an old woman's house. 'I am in the time where those old woman are Tom's age. It's probably the most popular style of the moment.' His mind reasoned as his eyes moved to the just as old, but probably new style of wall lamp. 'I can just leave,' Harry told himself and suddenly felt so lonely. This was worst than when he locked him up. At least then Tom showed his possessive side and he could be certain he meant something to him. 'He can't trust me entirely yet. Is this another test? But then does he really want me to stay here or does he want me to go to him?' he bit his lip in frustration. 'Does he want me to be obedient or does he want me to disobey and show that I want to be with him?' Shaking his head, he forced those thoughts out of his head.
"Stop it Harry!" he told himself. 'I'll go wherever I want!" And he stepped forward, closing the door behind him. His feet carried him to Tom's bureau and he unconsciously started tiptoeing. He heard the future Dark Lord talk but couldn't distinguish the words. 'I'll let him cool down,' he nodded to himself and continued his walk. He came at the living room and his eyes fell on the schoolbooks that Tom had handed over to him. "Maybe I should catch up a little," the youngster decided and picked up one of them. Settling himself on the couch, his eyes caught sight of his reflection in the glass door of a cabinet before him. "First, get rid of Marvolo!" he grabbed his wand and dispelled the charms on himself before leaning backwards. He opened the book he had picked and discovered it was on transfiguration.
-THTH-
Tired, Tom stepped out of his office and sighed. 'Some people just don't want to see the trouble purebloods bring.' Again he sighed and turned to his bedroom. Right now he wanted to see his boy – no matter how bad it was for him to feel that way. 'I can't get obsessed with him, not like before. He needs to get obsessed with me..., but how do I do that?' he wondered as the door of his goal came in view. 'If love wasn't present it would be a lot easier,' he frowned. 'Why is it so difficult? Why can't I just order him to stay with me?' Tom shook his head. 'No, I want him to stay because of love and not because of fear!' His hand wrapped around the door handle. 'And knowing Harry, fear wouldn't keep him with me...' he opened the door and stared into an empty room. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't keep dread from filling it. 'He's gone? No, he isn't. I didn't lock the door, did I?' Stiffly he turned around and started checking every room. By the time he reached the living room, he was running and violently threw the door open. Panting a little his eyes fell on a surprised looking Harry.
"What's wrong?" The boy asked with worry in his voice. Tom let out a sigh of relief before hitting himself on the fingers that he shouldn't be relieved.
"I told you to stay in our bedroom!" he hissed and saw the youngster roll his eyes.
"You made it clear you wanted to be alone and I left you alone. Does it really matter where I am? Am still in the house, aren't I?" The older teen narrowed his eyes, but couldn't deny that his boy knew him. "Come here," Harry patted the leather of the couch beside him and letting out a low grumble sound Tom listened to him. The older teen took his seat beside his boy and the youngster immediately moved his legs on the couch. "Lean backwards," Harry said while crawling between the future Dark Lord's legs. Again Tom listened and his boy leaned backwards against his chest before raising his book again. Tom blinked in confusion as he took in what had just happened. Not a minute ago he had been running through the house looking for his boy and now he was pressed between the couch and said boy, while the boy read a book – his book on transfiguration from Hogwarts when he looked closer.
'He – he's doing it again!' His mind screamed at him, but ignoring the voice he wrapped his arms around Harry and hugged him from behind.
-THTH-
Harry was standing before Dippet who was welcoming him back to Hogwarts. Since Dumbledore knew the truth, he had been more than willing to aid him in getting back in the school without a lot of questions. With a lot of ceremony the Headmaster led him to his first class – introducing him to everyone they passed, which weren't a lot of familiar students to Harry luck – and opened the door to the dungeon. Slughorn was more than happy to see him again and after a warm welcome, he got directed to his place, reserved for him by Ignatius and Alex. Both of his friends looked at him like they saw a ghost. "I... I can't believe it!" Parkinson whispered as he stepped between them.
"I could guess that," the youngster smiled and promised to explain things after class.
-THTH-
"I was so surprised when I got a call from Abraxas yesterday, saying that you'd be returning to Hogwarts," Ignatius said as they made their way to a more secluded area.
"Yes, I'm actually really glad I can still attend," he got a suspicious look from both his guards.
"You'll have to clarify that," Alex stated and Harry had to smile – Crabbe would never change, but it was clear he cared.
"You remember professor Marley attacked me, don't you?" Both nodded. "Well, Tom found out she was working for Grindelwald," he let the words sink in and watched the others' eyes enlarge.
"Our Lord put you in hiding!" Alex whispered, continuing the story himself and Harry nodded. "That explains why our Lord also disappeared for a couple of weeks," Crabbe nodded to himself.
"Yeah, actually after those weeks, I didn't see Tom for about a year." Ignatius' eyes widened even more.
"That surprises me, but I guess that only proves how much he cares for you." Hesitating a little the youngster nodded in agreement, but the others didn't seem to notice his wavering.
"I was wondering, have Tom's orders changed a little?" he asked carefully and Ignatius' eyes said enough.
"Yes, one of us has to be with you 24/7. You are to minimize contact with other students, which means you'll have to do all of your assignments with one of us," he stopped but his face told Harry there was more.
"What else?"
"We have to send a written report to our Lord every day." The youngster widened his eyes in surprise.
"That seems over the top..., but something Tom would do," he sighed the last and realized his actions would be closely followed up by the future Dark Lord. Glancing at Alex, he was certain everything would reach their Lord's ear. 'I should have expected something like that. Things were going too smoothly,' he sighed. 'That also means that I can't search out Dumbledore a lot or it would become suspicious,' Harry could see trouble coming his way.
-THTH-
Tom was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He refused to glance at the empty space beside him, but couldn't hid the fact that he missed his boy. 'Don't!' he told himself. 'He's the one that can't live without me!' His hands balled into fists. During the day he had been able to keep his mind occupied, even if there were short times he noted the other wasn't there. He forced his mind back to his work and remembered the names he had added to his small list of trustful minions. 'It's about time Spave's group gets a make-over.' His lips turned in a smirk. "Tomorrow," he promised himself.
So said, the next day, he called for the head pieces of the political group and introduced his new plan, with Spave nodding agreeable behind him.
"So, the plan is making a community only for purebloods?" One of the chosen minions asked.
"And half-bloods, who respect the main rule," Tom stated and the man nodded.
"No muggles." The future Dark Lord also gave a nod.
"How are we going to accomplish that? The Ministry will be against it." Another minion, who didn't hide his interest, asked.
"What they don't know they can't stop," Tom smirked.
"We'll start buying houses in each other's neighbourhood and expand. The Ministry won't noticed what's happening until it's too late."
"Sounds interesting and where would this community come to be?" The teen glanced at Spave, who got into action. The politician pulled out a map and laid it open on his desk. Tom invited the others to join him around the desk and pointed to a low populated area just outside London.
"Most of the families that occupy this area are wizards families, making there are already a lot of muggle repelling spells active in this area."
"How will we make those families move?" A young witch asked.
"We'll take advantage of the pureblood stereotype. They always want more land, so we let them buy out those families. The Ministery won't seek for something behind it as most of us already do it." The minions nodded their agreement and Tom knew he had them.
-THTH-
Harry could have never imagine how limited his freedom would become. He suspected that Tom had threatened Ignatius and Alex because they never had been more eager to follow his orders. The only time he was alone, was when he was in a toilet stall and then both guard kept asking him questions to be certain he was still there. 'I'm going insane!' His mind screamed and it was only the first week. 'And I just can't get to Dumbledore!' he had tried to get detention, but every time his friends took the blame on themselves if they couldn't stop him in time. Walking to the common room, he entered it and settled himself on the couch with his two guards beside him.
"With what should we start?" Alex asked as he pulled out his charms' and his potions' homework.
"Potions!" Ignatius declared. "Charms can still be done tomorrow morning if we don't finish," he explained and the others quietly agreed. In silence they started their work,but after twenty minutes the youngster couldn't keep his attention on his work any longer. His blue charmed eyes glanced around the room to stop on the new Head Boy, who was making his way to his room with his girlfriend.
'That used to be Tom and me...' Remorse filled his heart. He had wanted to see Tom graduate, but it had never meant to be. 'So many things I missed... We would have bought our house together and I would have helped him get a decent job... Okay, I would probably have protested when he told me he was going to work for Spave, but then again, it wouldn't have taken long before I found out he had the politician under his control... I could have guided him more on the right path,' he sighed and felt Ignatius glance at him. His friend followed his line of vision to stop on the corridor that led to the Head Boy's quarters.
"You'll be seeing him tomorrow," he tried to comfort him and Harry gave him a small smile.
"I know, but it's still weird not to see him every day," the youngster sighed. "I had just gotten used to that again," he confessed and got two understanding looks. They continued with their homework and got both projects done before going to bed.
-THTH-
Harry was nervous as he entered the Cluster's Booth. Ignatius and Alex had just left him, respecting he wanted to go alone. 'Calm down, Harry! It's just Tom,' he told himself while scanning the room. The older teen was nowhere to be seen. 'He's probably waiting in the room,' he thought as he stepped to the counter. The same old man as before turned to him and asked him what he could get him. "Mr Riddle reserved a room?" he asked and the man's eyes widened. It seemed he finally recognized him.
"Of course, of course, the same room as last time," he pointed to the same door as before. Harry nodded at him and quickly moved through the pointed door. When he reached the room, he hesitated and decided to knock and wait. Shuffling from inside, made his heart race and when his eyes finally met brown ones, he couldn't suppress himself any longer. His hands flew in Tom's hair and pulled his head to him. Their lips crashed onto each other and the ravishing begun. When they broke for air, they locked eyes again and Harry felt himself drown.
"I could get used to such greetings," Tom mumbled with a smile on his lips. The youngster felt his cheeks heat up a little and received a sweet short kiss before Tom moved them to close the door.
"I missed you," Harry confessed as the other's arms wrapped tighter around him again. The future Dark Lord kissed him again and started moving them to the bed. Tom greedy devoured the youngster and Harry enjoyed every moment of it. Afterwards they were laying with their limbs entwined and the youngster was informing the other about his week. 'He probably already knows everything, but still!' "...and Alex finally admitted it. Can you believe he's getting married to a girl he has never seen before?" Harry asked as his fingers traced circles in the sweat on Tom's chest. "All to preserve the pure blood..." he continued with disbelieve, but he also realized that in this time such practices probably were normal.
"That isn't uncommon," the older teen gave him certainty.
"It's just weird..., but then again, how else would purebloods keep their lines pure?" he asked as he snuggled closer. 'Thank Merlin, Tom isn't a pureblood... I mean... he probably wouldn't have become Voldemort, which would be good!' he reassured himself. 'But I wouldn't have known him... and I wouldn't experience this love,' Harry looked up as a hand caressed the locks of hair on his forehead. 'I can't imagine that... I can't imagine not being with him.' Fingers moved past his eyes, over his cheeks and stopped at his lips.
"What are you thinking about?" Tom asked with a small frown and the youngster guessed he must be expressing an odd face.
"I'm glad you aren't a pureblood," Harry answered honestly and the future Dark Lord pulled a dark look. "I'm just saying that I don't want someone else to be... yours." Blue charmed eyes glanced away as the confession continued. "I don't want someone else to see you like this." His hand moved over the naked sweaty chest again. "I-I don't want anyone else to touch you." His voice turned into a whisper at the end and a kiss on his forehead made him to look up again.
"Even if I was a pureblood and had a fiancé, I would still have called for you," Tom assured him and Harry's lips moved into a small smile.
'But would I be the one who got called?'
"But I'm not a pureblood and I don't have a fiancé who got forced on me," the older teen reassured him.
"I'm glad for that," the youngster smiled and kissed the other's chin. "So, what are we going to do this weekend?" Harry asked as he raised his upper body and looked down at the other.
"This." Blue charmed eyes rolled around in their socked.
"Yes, definitely, but what else?" Tom pulled a pensive face.
"We could start with lunch," he decided and straightened himself. "After a shower of course." Harry received another kiss before the older teen crawled out of bed. The youngster followed his example and knew a new round of lovemaking had started when the other pulled their naked bodies together under the streaming water.
-THTH-
Harry watched how Tom set his butterbeer against his lips and sipped. His mind brought up memories of those lips against his skin not more than half an hour ago and his mouth turned upwards into a smile. "Marvolo!" A familiar voice suddenly called and Harry turned around with a smile to his grandfather. "Riddle," Harold greeted the future Dark Lord, who was already glaring openly at him.
"What brings you here?" Harry asked while sending Tom a warning look.
"Septimus and I came to meet with Perry," the oldest Potter informed him while pointing to a table behind him where the two brothers sat together with Perry's girlfriend. They nodded to them before continuing studying the menu. "I had heard you've returned and have been wanting to check up on you," Harold glanced at Tom with an almost accusing glint in his eyes. The youngster could see the future Dark Lord ball his fist and knew he better ended this conversation for his grandfather's safety.
"As you can see, I couldn't be better," he answered with a bright smile.
"I'm glad to hear that. Have you caught up with the lectures?"
"Yes, nothing I can't handle."
"That's good," Harold answered while nodding.
"What have you been doing since graduation?" Harry had to ask it. 'Just one question.'
"I have been training to become an Auror." Blue charmed eyes widened and Tom let out a sarcastic noise. Harold's look hardened for a moment but he quickly recovered himself and ignored the other.
"That's great, how is it coming along? Is it hard?" Harry couldn't be happier. His grandfather was studying to become an Auror.
"It isn't easy but I can handle it," Harold smiled before glancing at Tom again. "And I heard you joined Spave's political group." The future Dark Lord just nodded once.
"Tom's his right hand man," Harry tried to stop the conversation from dying out.
"Oh, that's... fast. You must have made a great impression," the older Potter didn't hide his disbelieve.
'This is going the wrong way,' Harry was starting to worry.
"Some people have that effect," the future Dark Lord had the dignity to smirk. The youngster could hit himself on the head. Those two were never going to get along.
"Maybe..." Harold answered before turning back to his grandson. "I have to get back to the others," he turned around to turn back to them immediately. "There's one thing that I've been wondering. If I may be so bold." Harry nodded and his grandfather leaned towards him. "Why did Grindelwald want you dead?" he wondered just loud enough for Tom and Harry to hear him. His grandson could only blink at him.
"He's a half-blood from the Malfoy family, who had no choice but to take him in," Tom answered for him. "Maybe he thought he could get the Malfoys to work for him if he removed Marvolo." Harold blinked at the future Dark Lord. "But that's just a guess, who knows what goes through the mind of such a madman." The older Potter took a moment before nodding and said his goodbyes once more before leaving.
"I thought you were going to be a little friendlier," Harry mumbled and Tom shot him a glare.
"If he wasn't your grandfather, I wouldn't allow you to have contact with him." There was a threat in that whispered sentence.
"But he is!" Harry hissed back a little annoyed and brown eyes stared at him with an unreadable expression.
"Don't forget where your loyalty lays!" The youngster was chocked.
'How can he say that?' "Maybe you should be the one who doesn't forget!" he glared at the other, who glared just as hard back.
"I won't," Tom answered in the end and Harry felt victorious.
"Good, now let's enjoy our meal," the youngster decided and the future Dark Lord stared at him before bringing a piece of meat to his lips.
R&R