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'Potter!' Tom sneered in his head and quickly added Harold to that name. 'I can't let him affect Harry like this,' he pressed his lips together in anger as he watched the youngster taste a new candy and pulled a sour expression.
"This is bad!" Harry stated and the older teen just nodded.
'But I can't keep them apart. No, Harry would never forgive me and probably run to that Potter.' The youngster brought another candy to his lips and his face lighted up.
"This is good!" he turned to the future Dark Lord and held out a small round chocolate covered candy to him. Tom opened his lips and let his boy put the chocolate in his mouth.
'I won't let him go!' he told himself while staring at the expecting blue charmed eyes. He rolled the candy around with his tongue and decided it was good. "You're right," he stated and felt his heart leap at the radiating smile he got. 'No, nobody will take him from me!' Harry turned back to the plate with sweets.
"I want a bag of those," he told the shopkeeper who smiled and grabbed at the first bag he could get his hands on. "Ignatius and Alex are going to love this!" The youngster turned back to Tom, who was already getting his wallet. When they left the shop again, Harry suddenly yelled at someone. Tom quickly discovered Parkinson and Crabbe two shops further from them. The youngster immediately showed off his candy and the two minions greeted their Lord before trying them.
'At least they know their place!' The future Dark Lord thought with a smirk. Harry immediately started a conversation and it didn't go unnoticed that his two friends were holding back. Tom liked it. After ten minutes Tom decided it was time they continued and wanted to make his decision know when a couple of children ran between Harry and him. The youngster moved his friends backwards and they continued their conversation. Tom could only stare at them. By now Ignatius and Alex had opened up and were laughing aloud. 'They've become good friends,' the older teen thought while staring at them and suddenly felt left out. 'No...' His body moved on its own accord and stepped towards the trio. Roughly he grabbed Harry around the waist and pulled him against him while giving the guards a warning look.
"Tom?" His boy called.
"We should get going," he said and Harry nodded. The youngster quickly said his goodbyes as the older teen pulled him away.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked as he waved backwards. Tom didn't answer instead pulled his boy into an alley and grabbed his wand.
"Hold on!" he ordered and Apparated.
-THTH-
Feeling a little dizzy Harry stared around. "You could have warned me you were going to Apparate!" he said while holding his stomach and took in the grass around them. "Where are we anyway?"
"Just outside London," Tom answered and the youngster frowned.
"And why are we here?" he asked as he studied the small village on the left of them.
"This is ours." Harry blinked surprised and turned to the older teen.
"This land?"
"Yes."
"What... why?" The older teen seemed to enjoy his confusion.
"We're going to build our home here."
"Our home, don't we already have a home?" Harry was being naive and Tom knew it.
"That's... a house I chose without remembering you. This house will have both of our consents," Tom explained and a warmed emerged inside the youngster's chest. Harry pulled the older teen closer and kissed him sweetly.
"Thank you," he mumbled against the other's lips. Tom smirked and captured his lips again.
"How big do you want it?" The future Dark Lord asked and the youngster got a glint in his eyes.
"Big, two storeys," Harry imagined a mansion and smiled brightly. He stepped away from the other and walked further in the grass field. "We'll have a living and a dining room, a kitchen, an office... two offices – we both need a place to work – a bathroom and of course the master bedroom has to be huge!" The youngster said while waving his arms in the air and turned back to Tom, who was smiling at his enthusiasm.
-THTH-
"I really have to wear this?" Harry asked as he pointed to the tuxedo that Dopper had spread out on the bed. Dumbledore had used his connections and gotten permission for Harry to stay away from Hogwarts' property for the political party of Spave. The future Headmaster had made it clear it was important he kept an eye on the future Dark Lord.
"Of course," Tom answered while buttoning up his shirt. Hesitating the youngster picked up the pants and stepped in them. By the time the future Dark Lord was dressed, Harry was fumbling with the buttons on his sleeves. He was already dreading the tie (das). Tom seemed to notice his distress and picked up the tie before the youngster even grabbed at it. Without a word he put it around the other's neck before stepped behind him. Harry could feel Tom's breath against his cheek as the older teen concentrated on tying the tie. Once done the future Dark Lord picked up the jacket and held it open for the other to slip it on. Harry moved his arms in the sleeves and Tom laid the jacket on his shoulders before brushing them off. Taking a step backwards, the older teen checked the youngster's appearance while Harry turned around facing him.
"This feels... odd," the youngster said while sliding his hands over the tuxedo he was wearing and glanced at the other. 'Hot!' His mind screamed as he took in the future Dark Lord. Tom looked like a confident gentleman, who knew he looked good, but didn't flaunt it.
"You look good," the other made him stop gazing at the perfect picture before him, but the moment he met those brown eyes, his breath hitched. Those eyes seemed on fire and were practically undressing him as he stood there. He took a hesitating step towards the other and Tom smirked stepping closer himself. Hungry, their lips met and Harry's hands moved to the future Dark Lord's chest in a need to feel skin, but Tom quickly entwined their hands and broke the kiss. "Don't mess up our suits!" The older teen warned him but did give the youngster one more kiss before pulling away entirely. "We need to leave!" he continued and Harry reluctantly nodded, feeling a little hurt.
'He doesn't have to order everything!' "Worried Spave will mess things up?" he mumbled before following the older teen to the front door where Dopper would be waiting on them with their robes.
-THTH-
As they arrived at the party, Spave was already playing the perfect host and happily chatting with the guests, who were already present. When noticing Tom, he excused himself and came to greet him. "Good to see you Tom, Marvolo," he nodded to Harry without taking his eyes from his puppet master.
"Thanks for the invitation, Arte," the future Dark Lord greeted back with his charming smile in place. Not that interested in their conversation that quickly turned political, Harry excused himself and wondered if there was someone else he knew attending.
"Who do we have here?!" A shrill voice suddenly emerged from behind him and Harry turned around already dreading who would be standing there. "Marvolo Remus!"
"Walburga Black," the youngster retorted and the woman had the dignity to smirk.
"I have to say I'm surprised to see you," she continued while stepping around him, inspecting his appearance with a critical eye. "You disappeared for a year and all of a sudden you reappear, again on our Lord's side."
"You still have a problem with that? You never did have a chance with him, you know!" he had to point it out. He wanted to hurt her – she had tried to kill him once! Walburga's face hardened, but she stayed prideful.
"Our Lord deserves someone better than me; if that person's you, I doubt it." Harry glared at her. "But that's in the past as I am an engaged woman now." With pride she showed off her large diamante engagement ring.
"Orion Black?" The youngster had to ask. 'I have to be certain.'
"I see you've already heard the news," she smirked and Harry felt a burden fall from his shoulders.
"When's the wedding?" he tried – she was Sirius' mom after all.
"In the summer, our Lord will receive an invitation." The youngster nodded and the woman before him suddenly put a large smile on her face. "My Lord!" Her shrill voice hurt Harry's ears again.
"Black," Tom said while laying his arm around the youngster's waist. Harry leaned into the older teen touch and got a not so well hidden glare from the woman before him.
"How have you been, my Lord?" Walburga sweetly smiled at Tom, who answered with a short: "Good," before turning Harry around with him "if you'll excuse us," he mumbled at the Black and quickly led Harry away from her.
"Thank you," the youngster said with a small smile directed at the older teen. Tom glanced at him and nodded before a man forced his introduction on them – more precisely on Tom. That seemed to repeat itself the entire evening and Harry couldn't deny that the future Dark Lord already had a lot of connections. He grabbed two glasses of champagne from the plateau that a house-elf was offering to him. "Thank you," he mouthed and left a stunned elf behind. Only four steps get him back in the circle that was surrounding Tom. He looked up in brown eyes, which had followed his every move and handed the older teen one of the glasses. Tom nodded at him as thanks and sipped from the champagne before facing the man before him again. 'I feel like his servant,' Harry thought while glancing around. The only familiar one he had met until now was Walburga and that woman wasn't really someone he would like to spend the evening with. 'I expected Ignatius and Alex to be present. Or at least Abraxas,' he sighed and grabbed a toast decorated with what looked like salmon from another plateau passing him. 'I'm actually surprised Abraxas isn't here,' Harry licked the last grumble of toast from his fingers. 'I would think him to already be a part of Spave's group, to assist Tom of course.' His eyes took another sweep of the room and finally he found someone he recognized, but not one who he would suspect. 'I shouldn't be surprised...' Harry told himself as he watched Abraxas' father mingle. A little to the left of the man, he also found his wife talking to other women. 'If his parents are here, wouldn't Abraxas also be present?' he wondered as he took a step closer to the pair to get a better view of their surroundings. 'Where are you?' The youngster questioned while searching for his blond 'cousin'. Two women stepped past him, forcing him to step forward and he bumped into someone's back.
"Boy, watch out!" Came the stern voice from in front him and he quickly apologized while the man turned to him. Surprise got him when he recognized Mr Umbridge, who didn't shared the recognition and quickly continued his conversation with a plump woman. Walking forward again he searched for the Malfoys once more but got stopped by a familiar chest appearing in his vision.
"Tom?" Harry asked innocently. The future Dark lord gave him a look that told him not to go wandering around before entwining their hands and with a hard pull Harry fell against the other's chest. Blue charmed eyes shot up with a confused expression in them and Tom's hand rose to hover next to his cheek.
"Friends! Friends, may I have your attention, please?!" Spave's voice bellowed through the room and Harry frowned at the sudden smirk that appeared on the future Dark Lord's lips. "I am privileged to have you visiting my house today." Cheers emerged from his crowd as both teenagers turned to the politician. "Tonight we celebrate the fifth anniversary of our group and rejoice in the successes we have made!" Another wave of cheering followed. "Also I have an important announcement to make tonight." His crowd quiet down a little. "As all of you know, my health has had its ups and downs this past year," Harry frown deepened, "and as my doctor has ordered me to relax more, I have decided to hand over a part of my responsibilities to one of the most loyal." Whispers emerged from the crowd and Harry glanced at Tom.
'It can't be...?'
"I have chosen the one person I now who can help me lead our group to more highs and I'm certain everyone already knows who I'm talking about...' Spave chuckled and Harry noted a lot of people were glancing at the future Dark Lord. "So, it isn't a surprise that I chose our dear friend, Tom Riddle." Applause emerged from around the youngster, who again glanced at the older teen and was certain Tom had planned this. Everyone immediately started congratulating the young man, who had only entered their group about a year ago. As the future Dark Lord kept a firm hold on him, Harry couldn't escape to commotion, instead he stood in the middle of it all. He even got a couple of praises about being Tom's boyfriend.
'This is good, isn't it?' The youngster wondered as he glanced at Tom once more. 'He's getting closer to taking over Spave's group and is deeper entering the political world. This is a step away from Voldemort, isn't it?' Hope appeared in his chest and a smile broke through on his face.
'Yes, this is going in the right direction,' he forced his doubt away.
-THTH-
That night they hungry made love to each other. From the moment they had entered the house they had been unable to keep their hands from the other and with a lot of sidetracks they had finally reached the bedroom. Their suits had gotten shed with a lot less care than they had been put on with and their naked flesh had looked flushed as they slid against each other. Their hands had roamed all over the other's body and the moment Tom had entered him, Harry hadn't been able to stop himself from moving his hips to create pleasure. There had been a small amount of pain involved with the movements, but the rush and excitement had made him continue. By the time that he had felt his climax rise, Tom had grabbed his penis and pulled him over the edge while coating his insides with his own semen. Afterwards they had fallen asleep in each other's arms and right now Harry was showering Tom's face with butterfly kisses. Slowly the older teen woke up and tightened his grip on the other before opening his eyes ever so slowly.
"Good morning," the youngster kissed his lips. Tom grunted something before turning them around, pressing Harry in the mattress. His lips descended to the youngster's neck and started to suck on it. Harry pressed his body upwards against the other's and with a pop, Tom released his skin. With a smirk he admired his work and rolled off the youngster. Harry watched him get up and raised his hand to his neck, feeling the wet and hot skin.
"I have a plan of a house I want your opinion on," the future Dark Lord stated without turning back to the bed. The youngster grunted before rolling out of bed himself. His feet touched the ground and slowly he followed the older teen. He presumed that Tom would be at his desk – with the plan of the house he wanted to show – or had gone to the kitchen to get something to eat. The future Dark Lord's office was closest, making it the first stop and Harry found Tom standing over his desk with only the bottom of his pyjama decorating his body. The slightest stiffening of the muscles around the older teen's spine told the youngster, the other had become aware of his presence. A yawn left his lips as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around the other's waist, pressing his body as close as possible. "What do you think of this?" Tom asked not reacting to the warmth against his back and Harry kissed his earlobe before looking over the shoulder blocking his view of the plan.
"What am I looking at?" he could decipher a dining room with kitchen, a living room...
"We'll dine here, Dopper will prepare our food here..." Tom pointed to the dining room and kitchen, "the living room," the finger moved right from the dining room and continued to the back, "this will be Dopper's quarters. As you can see he'll have an entire network to reach us even without magic." Harry nodded, brushing Tom's shoulder every time. "Then to the left there are two bedrooms or offices with adjacent bathrooms and upstairs," the future Dark Lord pulled out another layout from under the one they had been studying, "there will be two more bedrooms with a joined bathroom." Harry just blinked at the plan.
"It... looks good," he answered honestly, but Tom clearly wasn't happy with his reaction.
"Good...?" With a sneer he rolled the plans up and dropped them in the trashcan beside his desk.
"What did you do that for?" The youngster called out surprised and Tom turned around to him, making Harry release his hold on him.
"Good isn't enough! It has to be perfect!" The older teen huffed and the other just shook his head.
"It looked good, but if you want it to be perfect, wouldn't it be better if both of us designed it?" The youngster's words seemed to get to Tom as his eyes widened with excitement.
"We'll do that!" The future Dark Lord decided and pulled out an empty paper that reminded Harry of the ones architects use the sketch.
"Could we eat first?" The youngster questioned and the other blinked at him in surprise. "Have you forgotten that we have just gotten up after a night full of exercise?" Harry asked with a teasing voice and pecked the other's lips as added affect. Tom blinked again before he called for Dopper in an urgent voice.
"No, no!" The youngster chuckled while grabbing the other's arm before turning to the house-elf, who had just popped in. "Dopper, we'll be having breakfast in the kitchen," he said with a smile and the elf nodded before glancing at his master. One look of Harry was enough to get the future Dark Lord to give permission to his house-elf. "Come on," the youngster chuckled as they left the older teen's office after Dopper had popped out again.
-THTH-
"So..."
"Oh, and there can't be a cupboard under the stairs!" Harry stated and got a penetrating look from Tom.
"No, cupboard!" he agreed with a hint of possessiveness in his voice and the youngster gave him a small smile.
'He remembers.'
"Are you sure you don't want it larger?" Tom asked while he looked back to the plan of the house they had drawn.
"What are we going to do in such a large house?" Harry raised his eyebrow. "Avoid each other?" The older teen shook his head in a negative manner.
"It's more prestigious," he contradicted, making the youngster sigh.
"I guess we'll have to think about your image as you keep getting more important in Spave's group," he added the last in a teasing tone and Tom smirked at him.
"Yes, we have." Harry had to laugh at his certainty and wondered if this was the time to give him a little push.
"Can I make a bold assumption?" he asked and got permission as an eyebrow rose in question. "Are you going to take over Spave's group?" The future Dark Lord's smirk grew.
"Of course!" he stated and the look in his eyes told Harry enough.
"You aren't going to kill him, are you?!" A warning tone.
"No, that would be suspicious," Tom shook his head. "But as you heard last night, he's ill; at least he thinks he's ill."
"What do you mean?" Green eyes told the future Dark Lord to spill it.
"The power of the mind," Tom smirked and Harry frowned.
"So, you just made him believe he's ill," a positive nod, "but won't a doctor notice?"
"Yes, he'll come to the conclusion that Spave has a mental affliction."
"But won't he notice the spell controlling him?" Brown eyes came closer as the older teen leaned towards the youngster.
"That's the beauty of it all," he answered and a kiss followed before Tom retreated, leaving a wondering Harry behind.
"You're not going to explain, are you?" The future Dark lord only smirked as response. "Fine, just be careful!" 'I'll find out by myself!' As a good boy Tom nodded and the youngster turned his eyes back to the plan in front of them.
-THTH-
"How was the party, my boy?" Dumbledore asked when he had finally gotten the boy alone.
"Fine, Tom got promoted," Harry answered while his eyes scanned the papers before him. Once again, the future Headmaster had given him detention to be able to meet up. "Are you sure about this?" Harry looked up while pointing at the handwritten paragraph on the paper closest to him.
"Yes, Spave's money is slowly going into the group, but not coming out again. Tom's planning something." Blue charmed eyes glanced down again.
"A political group needs money for campaigns and such..." Harry tried.
"Elections are only in about a year," Dumbledore told him.
"Then why? Why does he need such a large sum of money now?" The youngster looked up, just in time to see the old man close his eyes in thought.
"I was hoping you could point me in the right direction." The twinkling blue eyes showed themselves again. "Do you know what's occupying his mind at the moment?"
"Euh, we're designing a house?" Harry tried and succeeded in getting Dumbledore's attention.
"A house?"
"Yes, he said he wants to build a house that both of us approve of."
"That's unexpected," the future Headmaster mumbled, "but proof that you influence him," he nodded to himself and Harry shot him a confused look.
"It's just a house and as Tom is the one meeting with the architect, he has the most say in it. I only have a small voice compared to him."
"But if you don't approve, the plan gets cancelled?" Dumbledore asked and Harry nodded as answer.
'It has to be perfect!' he remembered Tom's words. "But he has enough money, we don't need Spave's," the youngster brought them back to the main topic.
"Maybe we need to monitor the main followers?" he suggested and the old man shook his head.
"The main followers are wealthy purebloods and I'm certain Tom will make sure that the money can't be distinguished from the family fortune." Harry frowned after he heard this, but couldn't deny it. "We'll have to keep a close eye on the money," Dumbledore finished the subject. "Have you found the two Horcruxes?" The boy shook his head.
"I've looked everywhere I could, but I suspect them to be in his office and that's a room he won't let me enter alone. Professor, you are certain they aren't where they will be in the future?" Now it was Dumbledore who shook his head.
"I've checked but the ring isn't at the Gaunt shack and I doubt he has already given the diary to Abraxas."
"I wonder if the horcruxes will end up in the same place as they did before," Harry shared his doubt, making the old man frown.
"You fear he'll change their hiding places?"
"He knows he died, he must have come to the conclusion that they were found and destroyed." Slowly, Dumbledore nodded.
"Then there's a lot of chance they are still in his possession or at least somewhere he's certain they are safe." His blue eyes met the boy's and held no place for discussion. "You must find them and destroy them!" Reluctantly Harry nodded while his eyes glanced away from the future Headmaster.
'There has to be a way to put his soul back together... If he finds out what I'm planning; he'll kill me!' he was certain of the last, but knew the future had to change.
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