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Alex grabbed the last of his things and sprinted towards his two friends, who were waiting on him. "You seem out of it today," Ignatius stated and Harry nodded.
"Something wrong?"
"Nothing," Crabbe mumbled and ushered them to the classroom's door. Blue eyes glanced at Alex and a frown settle above them.
'Something's bothering Alex and I'm going to find out what!' Harry decided as he stepped in the corridor. His eyes immediately fell on a figure leaning casually against the wall beside the door.
"That robe really does becomes you," Tom smirked and the youngster's lip turned in a bright smile.
"What are you doing here?" he asked as he stopped before the older teen and happily accepted a kiss.
"I'm your appointed guardian for the rest of the evening." The smirked settled back on the lips and the black haired teen wrapped his arm around the youngster's waist. "Let's go have dinner." Harry knew he was smiling like crazy when they entered the Great Hall, but he didn't care. Tom had that effect on him. He ignored the look Dumbledore gave him and let the future Dark Lord lead him to their seats. They sat down and the youngster watched how his friends waited until their Lord started eating.
'This is just like before.' His lips reached their smile limit and he took a sip from his soup. Someone passed them and Tom suddenly draped his arm around him again. Confused, he looked up and met Mabel's eyes. His smile immediately fell as the jealous glare made him cold inside. Briskly she turned her head away from them and took her place separated from the other students.
"I'll go talk to her," Tom said and let his hand slid through the youngster's brown hair as he got up. Harry watched him walk away with a heavy heart.
-THTH-
Tom put on his best charming smile as he took in the girl's appearance. She shared the same hair colour as her mother, but that was the only thing they shared. Her breads were starting to turn greasy and unlike her mother who wore tons of make-up, she only wore glasses that hid her face. Tom couldn't believe Coraline made her daughter wear clothes that were too large for her small frame. The mother did everything to be in the spotlight and the daughter hid herself away. The contrast was huge in his eyes. 'Will she share characteristics with her mother?' he wondered before pulling the chair opposite from Mabel from under the table. She looked surprised as he sat down as gracefully as he could. He had a reputation to uphold. "Mabel," he greeted her too friendly for his taste, but she just glared at him. The glare lost a little of its intensity because of the blush she couldn't hide.
"Tom Riddle," she tried the name and the blush deepened. He affected her just like he planned.
"I want my diary back," he got straight to the point and the girl pressed her lips tightly together.
"You talked to my mother!" Her voice sounded offensive.
"I did." A simple answer that didn't appease her.
"Then we have nothing to talk about," she looked down at her food and started eating. Tom narrowed his eyes and leaned forward aiming his terrifying aura at her. Mabel shivered, not being able to ignore the supremacy the other radiated and refused to look up but couldn't get another bit through her throat.
"You've tried to hurt something that's mine!" he hissed and her eyes glanced over the table at Marvolo.
"He's an object then?" She shot right back, still not meeting his eyes.
'She has guts, I'll give her that,' Tom admitted and leaned backwards again and noted a figure behind Mabel. 'Dumbledore!' His eyes narrowed again.
"He's not an object;" he straightened his back and stood up, "I'll give you some time to think about the possible consequences of your choice." Finally her eyes met his in confusion. The future Dark Lord sent her a last wave of his dangerous aura and walked back to Harry, before Dumbledore could reach the girl.
-THTH-
"What did you say to her?" Harry hissed when Tom was close enough to hear him.
"A warning," the older teen mumbled as he glared at Dumbledore, who had reach the young girl. The youngster shook his head.
"Now you have brought Dumbledore's attention on her," he said a little angry, already knowing that in their next meeting the future Headmaster would be interrogating him about Mabel. He watched how professor Slughorn also joined professor and student and ushered Dumbledore back to their table. Before the potion's professor could remove the Head of the Gryffindor's house entirely from the table, Dumbledore tried a last time to get a reaction out of the girl. Mabel ignored him and continued eating. The future Headmaster glanced at Harry before admitting defeat to his colleague. Quietly, he let himself be lead back to his seat.
"More pressure on her," Tom answered and he continued eating, giving the impression nothing had happened.
"So now that's a good thing?" The youngster mumbled. He knew the older teen had heard him, but got ignored anyway. Ignatius and Alex had wisely kept their mouths shut during the exchange, until Parkinson broke their silence.
"Slughorn is coming this way." The couple glanced up and Tom grimaced as he noted his former professor.
"Mr Riddle," Slughorn started, "I'll have to request – under pressure-," he looked pointing at Dumbledore, "that you refrain from interacting with students other than the ones you have been appointed too." The potion professor bowed his head in apology, clearly uncomfortable with his request.
"I didn't mean to scare the girl. I just wanted to inform about her mother." Slughorn nodded his head in understanding and Tom leaned towards the professor. "There are some problems between her and her mother and as I'm acquainted with her mother..." the future Dark Lord went for compassion and got it.
"It's very generous of you to try to get them to reconcile," Slughorn fell for his acting. Admiration shone from the professor's eyes before he excused himself and returned to his seat.
"You've got him eating out of your hand," Harry shook his head and Tom shot him a smirk.
"You can eat from my hand anytime," he said suggestive and blue eyes gave him a peculiar look. He leaned towards the youngster, letting his breath tickled his boy's ear. "Especially in the bedroom." Harry's reaction didn't disappoint as he turned scarlet, not being able to ignore the dirty pictures in his mind. He pushed Tom away with his elbow and stuffed his mouth. The future Dark Lord kept smirking the entire meal.
-THTH-
Ignatius wished them for the last time a good night and closed the door behind him, leaving his Lord and his charge alone in the hallway of the Cluster's Booth. Tom raised his wand and started casting charms on the door. "Nobody will enter this room," brown eyes moved to look at the youngster beside him, "without experience a huge amount of pain." Harry frowned as he looked from the older teen to the door.
"I hope Ignatius doesn't have to come out of his room." The future Dark Lord let out a laugh.
"Don't worry, he knows what will happen if he does." Blue eyes still didn't look convinced. Tom raised his hand and let it slip through brown locks. "He can contact us at anytime."
"And he barely dares to do that," the youngster mumbled and the other pressed his lips against his forehead.
"All the better for us." Harry gave him a suspicious look but let himself be guided to their room without protest.
"What's our next move?" The youngster asked when the door had been closed behind him.
"I'm going to enter the Chamber of Secrets," Tom accentuated the 'I', but Harry wasn't going to sit on the sideline.
"And when are we doing that?"
"You aren't," the future Dark Lord stated firmly, "you've said yourself that you can't enter that room anymore!"
"You can let me in," the youngster said plainly, not even raising his voice like the other had done.
"Dumbledore is already following my every move. When I lose him, he'll come looking for you and with you being anything but suspicious, he'll think I haven't yet started on my plan. And he knows I have a plan."
'Actually he'll me more at ease knowing I'm near you.' "So I have to act like everything is normal?" Harry ask and Tom nodded.
"Just follow your classes and he won't suspect a thing." The youngster shook his head.
"The moment he'll look at me, he'll know I'm hiding something."
"Then tell him we had a fight," the future Dark Lord shrugged and Harry gave him a look.
"He'll try to get everything out of me... hn..." Tom stopped his protest with a kiss.
"Don't worry that far ahead, I'll have the diary back before the old git gets to close." The brown haired youngster didn't hide his doubt and his lips got claimed again.
"You don't really think that kisses are going to make my doubt disappear, do you?"
"I'm just trying to distract you," Tom smirked and roughly pulled the other flush against him.
"Don't!" Harry protested, but the future Dark Lord continued, not listening to his protests. "Tom!" The second protest did make the older teen stop. "Promise me that you'll include me in your plan!" Brown eyes widened a little before they turned back to normal.
"I won't let you put yourself in danger!" Tom's tone made clear he wasn't discussing this subject any further.
"And I won't let you face the basilisk alone!" Brown eyes rolled in their sockets.
"I have met the basilisk before, he knows me," he tried to relax the boy by running his hands over the youngster's back, but Harry pushed him off.
"And now he will be confronted with two of you! Who will he follow?" Tom tried to get him back in his arms without success.
"I've already thought about that and know the solution so don't you worry about that." The other wasn't convinced but knew Tom's mind wouldn't be changed.
'I'll have to find another way in the chambers of secrets,' Harry told himself and walked to the bathroom. He could feel the other following close by and bit his lip to keep in an exciting moan as Tom's hands slipped over his shoulders, under his clothes.
-THTH-
Harry kept a close eye on Mabel the next couple of days and succeeded in keeping the future Dark Lord from her. The only time he didn't know where he was, was during his classes but found a little comfort in that Mabel was also stuck somewhere in a classroom. "Mr Remus, if you find my lesson so boring, I'll extend it especially for you!" Dumbledore's voice suddenly bellowed though the room and Harry looked up in surprise. The future Headmaster's expression didn't give anything away, but the youngster knew what was coming. The bell rang and students started gathering their stuff. Ignatius and Alex gave their charge a last look before darting from the room as Dumbledore strode towards Harry. With a wave of his wand the professor closed the door and put up a ward against eavesdropping. "I've been wanting to talk to you sooner but things kept coming up," Dumbledore started and his student nodded in understanding. "So, what have you found out?" Harry hesitated. He could use his future Headmaster's help but couldn't betray Tom once again. The professor seemed to understand his dilemma and let out a sigh as he sat down on the desk behind him. "I know it's hard to go against someone you love, but you need to remember why you came here." Ron's and Hermione's faces appeared in his mind and the youngster glanced downwards to his desk.
'I have to change Tom, which means I have to get inside the chamber of secrets but nobody except Tom can enter... Ron!' Suddenly it dawned to him. 'Ron entered the room by remembering what I've said before.' His eyes moved upwards again. ''With the pensieve I can go back and hear what I said myself.' "I only know that Tom is going to enter the chamber of secrets to stop the basilisk from hurting anyone again," Harry decided to say. Dumbledore pulled an expression that said enough: he wasn't buying it.
"You know when he's planning on doing this?" Stupidly, the youngster shook his head.
"If he acts to fast it would get him too much attention, but if he waits to long more victims will show up," he needed more time to try and fix this himself.
"Okay, if he makes a move, please tell me," the future Headmaster ended the conversation as next class was about to start.
"Will do, professor," the youngster stood up and gathered his things. He turned his back to the elder and stepped to the door.
"Harry," Dumbledore used his real name for the first time and the youngster turned surprised towards him, "be careful, my boy. Playing with fire will get you burned." Harry nodded and fled out the door. Once outside his face moved into a frown as he knew Dumbledore would keep a close eye on him from now on. The professor knew from own experience how easy it was to give in to love and clearly believed that was what the youngster had done. And the fact that he didn't question about Mabel, said enough about his trust in the youngster. Ignatius and Alex fell in step beside him and protected him from curious looks.
-THTH-
Tom walked away from the Headmaster's office like he owned the castle. He had just dropped of the first version of the invitation he had made and Dippet had seemed more than pleased. A smirk coloured his face as he continued walking and reached the staircase. Laying his underarms on the balustrade he stared at the activities beneath him. Students were making their way to their next class and a ghost were talking to a painting. Slytherins pulled his attention and he recognised the seventh years. 'Harry will be passing.' His smirk changed into a smile and he patiently waited. After five minutes his smile had disappeared and he was starting to get mad. It hadn't taken long for him to conclude that Dumbledore was holding the youngster behind - all of the Slytherins had come out of the corridor that led to the Transfiguration's classroom. When his boy finally came into view, the youngster was frowning and didn't even seemed aware of the atmosphere that had settled around him and his guards. He was captivating and dangerous at the same time that nobody seemed to be able to keep their eyes off him. At least that was what Tom saw and he got curious to what the old git had said. He watched how his boy disappeared in a hallway and figured he'll find out tonight. Pushing himself up again, he moved to the treads and descended the stairs. He continued his way until he was outside the castle. Looking up at the sky, he let the wind play with his hair and enjoyed the peacefulness.
'Everything seems so peaceful,' he smiled as for once all of his responsibilities disappeared to the back of his mind. Thinking about nothing in particular, he closed his eyes and let the airstream massage is skull. Someone broke through his mental barrier and his smile widened. 'Harry...' Being at Hogwarts made the once forgotten memories resurface. His mind's eye saw them lying on the Head Boy's bed with Harry on top. The kiss the youngster had given him in exchange for returning to his time to go get his wand. The way he had lost himself in lust after his boy had disappeared. How he had changed since Harry entered his life and he was glad for it. If Coraline had never riled him up, he would never have had the need to prove – mostly to himself – that someone did love him. He would never have called for his boy and turned out to be a bald snake guy that wanted to kill Harry. 'I just ruined the moment,' Tom grimaced and opened his eyes. The sun blinded him for a second until he got used to the radiation and he sighed. He needed to check up on Spave and take charge of his other responsibilities. His mind occupied again, he started walking again.
-THTH-
Spacing up and down the room Ignatius was staying in at the Cluster's Booth, Harry was starting to get worried. This evening Slughorn had been the one appointed to guard them and Tom hadn't showed himself even once. 'He can't have entered the Chamber of Secrets yet, can he?' he wondered.
"Marvolo, calm down," Ignatius said from the bed whereon he was making a summary. "I'm certain our Lord will show up any minute now." The youngster glanced at his friend, but he wasn't relaxing anytime soon. "He has a lot of responsibilities," the boy on the bed tried again and Harry let out a sigh.
'He could be busy with Spave or someone else...' His feet carried him to a chair and he dropped down on it. Closing his eyes he leaned his head backwards and suddenly heard footsteps. His eyes opened and he was standing on his feet again before anyone had the chance to knock on the door surface. His hands wrapped around the door handle and the key as Slughorn announced his and Tom's presences. He threw the door open and the professor looked surprised at him with his hand still raised from knocking. Harry ignored Slughorn and stared straight into the future Dark Lord's eyes. A breath of relief left his mouth and the older teen had the dignity to smirk.
"It seems you were being expected, Mr Riddle," the professor chuckled and ushered the youngster to his boyfriend. All three of them wished Ignatius a good night before Slughorn closed the door in front of his student's face and replaced the spells he had removed.
"If you'll excuse us, I've had a very busy day and I'm drained," Tom apologized quickly as the former professor gave the indication to invite them to his room. Like expected Slughorn nodded in understanding. While saying goodnight, the older teen guided the youngster to their room and with a last goodnight to the professor, Tom closed the door after them. The moment they were alone, Harry felt the other's arms around him and leaned backwards into the embrace with a smile.
"I'm glad you're here," he sighed and bared his neck as he felt lips on his skin to encourage the contact.
"What did Dumbledore want?" Tom asked to his surprise and the youngster turned around in the embrace.
"How do you know about that?" A meaningful look gave the answer. "He just held me after class. The normal thing."
"He didn't ask about me?" The future Dark Lord asked with narrowed eyes.
"Well," Harry avoided eye contact, "he told me playing with fire will get me burned." The brown eyes widened before narrowing again.
"He's trying to move you against me." The embrace tightened and Harry realized he needed to do some damage control. He pressed his lips against the other's and sweetly kissed him.
"Like that's going to work," he chuckled as his lips hovered over the ones he just kissed. Tom's mood lightened a little and the older teen pressed their lips once more together before releasing Harry completely.
"Did you see Mabel today?" he asked while walking to a chair and removed his robe.
"No," the charmed blue eyes followed the older teen's every move and appreciated the muscles, which were visual under Tom's shirt, "your appearance must have affected her," he forced his eyes upwards to Tom's face, but couldn't miss the way the other pulled his tie over his head and opened the upper button of his shirt. The tie landed on the robe resting on the chair support and the future Dark Lord turned his attention back to the other occupier of the room. Their eyes met and Harry noted the lust that crawled into the brown orbs and guessed they were mimicking his own.
"If you keep looking at me that way I won't be hold responsible for what happens tonight," Tom confirmed his suspicions and he slid towards the older teen.
"Then I'll take full responsibility," Harry said with a voice laced with lust and grabbed the other's shirt. Their lips crashed together and the youngster pushed his prey towards the bed. Tonight he would be in charge.
-THTH-
It had taken all of Tom's patience to not drag Mabel out of the common room and force her to give back his diary. Instead he passed the wall that concealed the door to the Slytherin's house and moved to the stairs. Ascending them he stepped on the second floor and strode towards the girls' bathroom. Checking the area, he made sure nobody noticed him and entered the forbidden area for boys. His feet carried him to the sink and he whispered the words that gave him access. Descending the stairs he moved to the main room and took a moment to appreciate the view. 'It still looks the same,' he thought as he stared at the statue of Salazar. "Come to me!" he called out and heard rustling as response. A moment later the basilisk slid towards him, smelling him with his tongue as the animal kept his eyes closed.
"My Lord," the hissing voice greeted and the future Dark Lord smirked.
"I'm glad to see your well. It has been a while." The snake turned his head in an almost confused way.
"A while? Two days ago I had been honoured by your presence once more." Hissing followed and Tom's smirk grew.
-THTH-
Slowly his hands moved down the well-built chest underneath him and Harry licked his lips in anticipation. Fingers rolled around a nipple before his mouth attached itself to it. He hardened hearing Tom moan and let the nipple escape with a shudder as hips bucked up against his.
The youngster rolled around in the sheets covering his body as more memories of a couple hours ago resurfaced in his dreaming mind.
He could feel the other's length penetrate him as he slowly descended and moaned loudly when Tom bucked up again. Taking time to adjust, Harry kept his lover busy by kissing him and poured all of his lust and his love in the kiss. The burning passion inside him overflowed and he started moving up and down his lover's shaft. His movements quickly turned chaotic and warmth spread through his lower region as his climax neared. One more look and a kiss was all it took to make him come with the other quickly following.
The youngster twirled around still feeling aroused. Slowly he started to become aware of the world outside his mind and forced his eyes open to slits. His hand slid over his stomach to his hard-on and a groan left his lips. 'It was a dream,' he pouted, 'but it doesn't have to be!' His foggy mind concluded. "Tom?" Harry called into the darkness and felt around trying to find his lover beside him. Frowning he came to the conclusion that the future Dark Lord's wasn't sharing a bed with him any longer, he forced himself upwards and got from underneath the sheets. "Tom?" he called once more and felt dread fill his body. 'He can't be..., can he?' he turned to the door and bit his lip in doubt. "He can. He went to the Chamber of Secrets." His fingers itched to his clothes and he rapidly dressed. His lust and hard-on completely forgotten.
-THTH-
His feet carried Harry to the girls' bathroom and like he feared Tom hadn't left the entrance open. Cursing, he ran as fast as he could to the room of requirement and asked for a pensieve. The door appeared and the youngster pulled out his wand as he entered the room. Remembering the first time he had enter the chamber of secrets, he pulled he memory out of his mind and stopped before the pensieve. Letting it even with the surface, he stared at the blue glow for a moment before dropping his head in the liquid. He found himself walking around the bathroom in search for the entrance of the chamber of secrets. He twirled around the sinks and found the snake pattern. Hesitating a little, his past whispered: "Open." and the door opened. "So, Open," Harry repeated himself. It was weird to hear himself speak in another tongue and not understand it. He watched the memory five more times to be certain of the articulation before pulling his face out the pensieve. Once more he repeated the key and slowly turned around to the door. His speed picked up and by the time he stood before the sink again, he was panting hard. "Oopen." Nothing happened. 'Again!' The youngster commanded himself. "Oepen, Oppen, Open!" Finally he said it correct and the sink made place for the entrance to the chamber of secrets.
-THTH-
"You shouldn't have come here." Tom turned around to see Mabel standing a couple of meters from him. His eyes immediately spotted the diary, she had clamped between the fingers of her left hand.
"Why shouldn't I? It's mine after all," he smirked and saw her hand tighten even more.
"Basilisk!" she called and the snake's head turned to her.
"Your Lord demands you to listen to him!" The diary got raised and she let it fall open at a random page. The future Dark Lord noted that the animal beside him reacted to the rustling sound of the paper and he himself could feel the pull of his shredded soul. Not letting himself be pulled out of his element he turned back to the basilisk.
"Yes, I do," he stated simply, not wanting to confuse the animal even more. "And I want you to kill the girl and recover my diary." Mabel took a step forward and Tom continued. "You can feel it, can't you? My diary is a part of me, after all." The basilisk's expression changed and the future Dark Lord knew he had his loyalty.
"Then I'll bring the two pieces together again." Without warning the snake dashed forward. Mabel froze where she stood and the only thing her body could do, was widen her eyes. Almost like in slow motion she watched the predator's eyelids raise and wanted to scream, but someone beat her to it.
"NO!" Tom recognized Harry's voice immediately and watched how a blur pushed the girl to the ground.
"Don't hurt him!" he hissed as fast as he could and the basilisk pressed his eyes close again before knocking into the two bodies before him. The older teen heard his boy out a groan of pain and growled. 'This is that girl's fault!' The snake recovered himself and elegantly slid back to his Lord.
-THTH-
Feeling the cold body of the snake disappear, Harry dared to open his eyes again and determined that the coast was clear before removing his hand from Mabel's eyelids. The girl was shaking and had lost grip of the diary, not that she seemed to notice it. "Marvolo!" Tom's voice bellowed through the chamber and he looked up at the other. The basilisk had wrapped himself around his master in a protective way, not that the future Dark Lord needed it.
"You can't kill her!" he yelled back and took hold of the diary. Mabel still didn't react.
"I won't need to, now you have the diary," the older teen simply stated and the youngster stood up. Tom reached out his hand and Harry let out a sigh.
'Can it finish that easy?' he wondered as he took a step towards the future Dark Lord.
"Marvolo!" A fourth voice suddenly bellowed through the chamber and Harry turned in surprise to Dumbledore.
"Professor?" he called out stunned and heard Tom growl in anger.
"You have to destroy it!" The future Headmaster ordered and the basilisk edged towards an attack as the future Dark Lord's anger flared.
"Give the diary to me, Marvolo!" he ordered and Harry took another step towards him.
"Think about the future you're trying to save!" And he took a step back. Doubt poisoned his mind.
'Ron, Hermione,' his eyes met Tom's, who was looking at him expectantly, 'Neville, Luna,' he turned to Dumbledore, 'Ginny, my parents, I have to protect them.' His eyes caught sight of the sorting hat just before the professor threw it to him. It landed right in front of his feet and he could see the hilt of the Gryffindor's sword sticking out of it.
"Honour your family!" The future Headmaster said with a raised voice. 'I'm a Potter, a Gryffindor,' Harry's eyes were glued to the sword and gradually he kneeled down.
"Harry!" Tom's voice suddenly reached him and his hand flinched away from the hat. Slowly, his head turned to the older teen, who was a lot closer all of a sudden. "Give me the diary!" The basilisk started gliding around his Lord aggravated. Clearly, the snake didn't like the situation.
"Tom," Harry's voice was almost a whisper, but he knew the other had heard him, "absorb the soul." The brown eyes widened before Tom shook his head.
"That would be a waste..."
"You know that's not possible!" Dumbledore called out and suddenly there was a barrier between the two teenagers. The youngster twirled around to the future Headmaster in shock and noted that the barrier was surrounding him in a square shape.
"Professor, don't do this!" he called out as Dumbledore pointed the tip of his wand to the future Dark Lord.
"I won't let you have that horcrux!" Harry's eyes widened as he watched the first spells fly by. Nobody got hit. One spell after the other got released, blocked and sent again. He watched Tom order the basilisk and expected the animal to attack the future Headmaster, but instead it moved to him. Making sure he didn't look it in the eye, he stared to the ground until he heard the snake lay down before him in a protective stance. Surprised, he looked up at the back of the basilisk's skull.
'It nearly killed me and now it's protecting me?' Harry shook his head and suddenly remembered Mabel. Turning around he found the girl just outside of the barrier, hyperventilating. 'Oh Merlin, she's going to faint!' he realized and as on cue she fell forward lost to the world. Suddenly a hissing pulled his attention and he turned back to see the basilisk dash forward to protect his master. Dumbledore looked up, giving Tom time to reclaim his wand and knowing he had lost his chance, the professor turned his stick to the snake. Without warning the basilisk flew backwards and for a moment Harry thought it was going to crash right through the barrier. Instead it collided with it hard, sending a tremble through the barrier and a cracking sound made the youngster look up. His heart seemed to stop as he noted the barrier was absent above him and the ceiling was cracking up. His worst nightmare came true as stones started to fall down and he grabbed for his wand, but before he could raise it to the ceiling, a group of stones pinned his arm to the ground. He screamed it out and found Tom screaming from the other side of the barrier.
"Harry!" His name got yelled between spells, but the barrier wasn't budging. Some spells weakened it, but it didn't disappear completely or long enough. Except the pain, Harry could also feel his blood surrounding his arm and pushed against the barrier with his free hand – the diary had been discharged without a second thought.
"Tom, get Dumbledore!" he yelled, but the future Dark Lord wasn't listening. Turning to his professor to call for help himself, his hope went down the drain as he saw the future Headmaster block the basilisk with closed eyes. 'He doesn't notice!' His mind screamed and the cracking above him worsened. "Tom!" he called out one more and Tom glanced upwards. The future dark Lord frowned and Harry could clearly see fear in his eyes. Suddenly the older teen pushed himself from the barrier and started hissing orders. The basilisk was too far gone in his protection mission that he didn't listen to his master and the future Dark Lord's turned back to the youngster. "Tom!" Harry started knocking on the barrier and the older teen increased the speed of his spells. For a short moment the youngster's fingers moved through the barrier before being pushed back. "What did you do?!" Harry called out and a flicker of hope appeared in Tom's eyes.
"Continue pushing against the barrier. I'll create a doorway!" The youngster nodded in understanding and pushed. The stones above him started to lose their fight against gravity and Harry knew he didn't have a lot of time anymore. Suddenly his arm shot through the barrier and immediately got pushed back. "Again!" Tom ordered as the first small rocks fell down. Harry pushed his arm back against the barrier as his heart started a marathon. A larger rock thumped the youngster on the head and fear caught his heart as he forced himself to forget the pain of his arm. For the third time his hand shot through the barrier and the future Dark Lord pulled his arm to his side as far as his crushed arm allowed his body to move. By now Harry was glancing upwards every second and his breath hitched as the large stone above him broke off the ceiling.
"Tom!" he screamed and looked back at the older teen just in time to see him remove the bracelet.
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