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Slowly, Harry opened his eyes and looked at the clock standing on the night table beside his side of the bed. It was already far passed noon, but he still didn't had the urge to get up and snuggled a little deeper under the covers. After ten more minutes he had to admit to himself that sleep wouldn't come any longer and reluctantly turned himself around, throwing the blankets from his chest. The spot beside him was empty and he appreciated that Tom had let him sleep. As the older teen had been the guest of honour they had stayed till the last man and only around three A.M. had they been able to crawl into bed. A smile graced Harry's lips as he remembered last night. It had gone great and he felt like they had really reconnected. Stretching into the sheets, he forced his body upwards and planted his feet on the ground. Yawning he made his way to the bathroom and after a quick stop, was on his way to the kitchen. He was hungry. "'Morning," he smiled as he found Tom sipping from his coffee at the kitchen table. Brown eyes moved from the newspaper in front of them to him and he received a smile in response.
"Did you sleep well?" the older teen asked as the youngster took a seat in front of him. Dopper appeared out of nowhere and served him a plate of pancakes accompanied by a glass of orange juice.
"Thank you and yes." Blue eyes moved to the house-elf for a moment before settling on Tom again. The elf smiled happily at him before turning to the future Dark Lord and handing him a box. Not the least bit curious, Tom accepted it and opened the carton casually. His brown orbs scanned whatever he found inside before a flash of surprise passed by on his face.
"It's addressed to you," he stated and handed the box to the youngster.
"Really? I was expecting another birthday present," Harry frowned, but accepted the carton. He sneaked a peek inside and found a small card stating the contents were for him. Curious, he picked up the card and to his surprise found a box of chocolates hiding underneath it. "A box of chocolates." His eyes searched Tom's for a moment and found a dark expression in them. Ignoring the look, he raised the box from its packaging and found an envelope hiding beneath it. Handing the chocolates to the other, he opened the envelope and his eyes widened in astonishment.
"Whose is it?" Tom asked furious and Harry glanced up already knowing the other's reaction.
"Alistair's," he answered just above a whisper and an angry growl left the other's lips.
"Who does he think he is?!" Tom roared and briskly stood up, pushing his chair backwards with a screeching noise.
"Don't let him get to you. It's probably just a ploy of Tristan. The man has been trying to break us up," the youngster quickly reasoned in a calm tone that seemed to have effect as the future Dark Lord sat down again. "Why don't you let me use those fake affections to get something on Tristan? Let his own plan turn against him?" he suggested now he had the other's ear. Tom's anger could be the factor that could give him his way.
"No," the look in the future Dark Lord's eyes turned serious, 'not angry enough,' Harry realized disappointed, "I won't have you in the middle of it! My job won't influence your life in such a way!" Tom stated strictly and Harry's eyes fell to his untouched pancakes.
"I was just trying to help," he mumbled.
"Thank you, but I'll fix it. Just ignore his advances!" The last was an order and the youngster only replied with a sigh.
"Just be careful," he said in the end but the other didn't move his eyes from him, clearly expecting more as answer.
"Of course," Tom said matter-of-fact. "Now what do you want to do when your grandfather visits?" he changed the subject, clearly trying to appease the other.
"I haven't thought about that yet," Harry confessed. "Can't we just spend some time here and then have dinner at some restaurant?" he suggested and the older teen was quick to agree.
-THTH-
Harry sprinted to the door when the doorbell rang. He calmed himself down as he reached it and casually opened the door. "Good afternoon, Marvolo, Tom," Harold spoke politely as his eyes moved from his grandson to the figure behind him.
"Hi Harold!" Harry answered with a wide smile.
"Please enter," Tom said just as politely back while he laid a hand on the youngster's back manoeuvring him to let their guest in.
"Thank you, for the invitation. I must admit I was surprised to receive it," Harold addressed the future Dark Lord, who graced him with a small smile.
"I'm just as surprised to have send it."
"It's about time the two of you made up!" Harry interrupted their too polite conversation as he entered the living room. The two others didn't respond, both clearly having their own thoughts on the subject. They sat down on the couch and Dopper appeared with refreshments.
"How is your study coming along?" Tom continued being polite.
"Fine, it's different from Hogwarts, but I've got confidence in it."
"How long do you have to study?" The youngster asked and his grandfather smiled kindly at him.
"Three years until I can become a full pledged Auror, but during the last year most of the time I'll be accompany an Auror on the job to learn the practical side of the job." Harry nodded in understanding.
"That's completely different from Tom," he stated no ill intent and Harold's eyes swiftly moved to the future Dark Lord.
"Yes, Tom doesn't need a study. He's already talented enough in manipulating people." The politician narrowed his eyes. "That is what politicians do in the end," the oldest Potter continued with a steady stare on Tom.
"They need to get votes after all!" Harry practically yelled to stop them from kibbling. "Convincing the people requires a sort of manipulation," he continued in a calmer voice and his grandfather sent him an apologizing look.
"Yes, of course," Harold apologized and the youngster moved his attention to the future Dark Lord. Tom was glaring openly at their guest and glanced at Harry when he felt his eyes on him. The other gave him a pleading look, which made the future Dark Lord roll his eyes and lean backwards in a more relaxing position. The youngster smiled thankfully at him before turning back to their guest. "How is your study coming along?" Harold turned his attention back on his grandson.
"Fine, thanks to Tom. He forced me to study the past few days."
"He's right too, but I guess it being your last year, you'll give it your best. I know I did." For once the older Potter agreed with the future Dark Lord.
"Yes, I'll be glad when Hogwarts behind me," Harry also agreed with a smile on his lips. He was glad they were trying.
"I can understand that. What do you want to do after graduation?" The youngster blinked in surprise at that question as Tom's eyes focused on him with interest in them.
"I haven't really thought about that yet," he confessed. It was still odd to imaging he had a life after Hogwarts. Only a couple of months ago, every day had been a struggle to survive. The man he loved had been hunting him to end his life. He didn't had a lot to look out to last year. Choosing a profession hadn't been on his mind. Sure at one point he had considered to become an Auror, but now he didn't know. Being an Auror would have fit with being the Boy-Who-Lived, but that title didn't exist any longer. 'I really have been giving a second chance!' he realized as he looked at the future Dark Lord for a moment. 'Here I am sitting with the man I love and my own family.' A smile bloomed on his face and Tom gave him a wondering look back. "I still have most of the year to decide," he turned back to Harold, who had watched the unspoken exchange with intrigue in his eyes.
"That's true," he answered and his eyes shifted back to the future Dark Lord. "Maybe you could think about a job that supports Tom's. You are getting a promotion if the rumours are correct."
"The results of the election aren't out yet," Tom answered diplomatic and Harry looked at him in surprise.
"When did you have the chance to vote?"
"At the New Year's party."
"You mean your birthday party," the youngster raised his eyebrows and the other shrugged. "But I didn't notice anyone vote," he continued.
"The most did it before we arrived," Tom stated simply.
"When did you vote?" 'I would have noticed.' The future Dark Lord suddenly turned dark and Harold stiffened in his seat. Harry didn't miss his hand moving to the side of his robe. He quietly wondered if that was where he kept his wand.
"When I returned from Spave's private quarters." Tom's brown eyes got an evil glint in them. "You were preoccupied." Blue eyes widened before narrowing.
"I told you that Alistair caught me by surprise," he huffed with a roll of his eyes. He noted his grandfather's orbs moving between them.
"You shouldn't have accepted that dance!" Tom hissed and Harold's eyebrows rose in surprise.
"We've already had this discussion. Let's not disturb Harold with our problems." The older teen seemed to notice their guest again and got a glint in his eyes.
"Harold would you like it if your lover accepted a dance from someone who the both of you know is interested in your lover?" The older Potter hesitated as he glanced at his grandson.
"Depends," he started honestly and the youngster gave him a disbelieving look, "on how strong he shows his affections," Harry shot a glare at Tom, who was already smirking, "and how those are received," Harold finished and his school rival leaned forwards in his seat.
"The advances were strong and accepted with appreciation."
"No, they were not!" Harry immediately yelled and Tom shot him a challenging look.
"They clearly were, but they weren't returned." The youngster's glare lost some of its heat.
"May I ask who we are talking about?" Harold asked innocently.
"Alistair Stromay," the future Dark Lord answered and the older Potter's eyebrows rose.
"Stromay, Marian's family? Isn't Tristan in your group?" Tom nodded and Harry frowned.
"Who's Marian?"
"My girlfriend," Harold glanced at him before looking back to the future Dark Lord, missing how his grandson mouthed the name with a surprised look in his eyes.
"You believe Alistair is doing Tristan's biding?"
"He better be!" The politician sounded threatening and Harold gave Harry a pointed look. The youngster ignored the look. He already knew Tom would never let him go. He just had to prove his worth to stop whatever plan the future Dark Lord was planning.
"I'm certain I could get something useful from Alistair," he said and saw the consideration pass on his grandfather's face.
"Does it actually still matter? The votes have already been placed," Harold asked and Tom nodded.
"If they can show me to be incapable of such leadership, they can have me removed from the seat."
"Which they will have to do during the start of your campaign." A frown settled on the older Potter's face and he faced his grandson. "Be careful, I believe Alistair will try to make contact." Harry glanced hesitating at the future Dark Lord, who leaned backwards with an angry huff.
"Actually, he sent me chocolates the day after the party." Harold's eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed.
"You must be careful. I know the Stromay family won't stop until they get what they want," he shook his head.
'And somehow I have never heard about them before,' the youngster wondered. 'Something must have happen to them.' His eyes glanced at Tom. 'It could be they also tried to overpower Voldemort.'
"Then we'll have to be the ones who pull the strings," the future Dark Lord decided with a glint in his eyes while he leaned forwards again.
"Correct, and having Marvolo predict Alistair's and maybe Tristan's movements could be to our advantage," Harold said and Tom's eyes shot fire.
"Marvolo isn't going near that filth!" Harry rolled his eyes and his grandfather sighed.
"Tom, be reasonable. If it was anyone else than Marvolo you would be encouraging the idea." Hands fisted the supports of the couch and a growl escaped the politician's lips.
"You really trust me that little?" The youngster asked in a quiet voice, making the future Dark Lord turn briskly to him.
"I trust you," Tom stated matter-of-fact, "but I don't trust Alistair," he spat the name.
"Which is the point!" Harry sighed. Brown eyes moved between grandfather en grandson.
"You're going to do it behind my back," Tom stated with an accusing glare on the youngster. "And Potter would be more than happy to help you!" The glare moved to Harold, who raised his hands in surrender.
"Be honest, Tom," Harry said in a definite tone, "you wouldn't hesitate giving Abraxas the order to seduce someone if you got better of it."
"Abraxas isn't you!" The future Dark Lord roared.
"No, he isn't, which means I won't be seducing Alistair but just befriend him," the youngster stated calmly. The politician's eyes blazed in anger and Harry knew he would have to find a compromise. "I won't meet him without you. That way you can keep an eye on him the entire time and intervene when you think is necessary."
"Getting you jealous would be an extra trigger for him." His grandfather added, but Tom's expression stayed the same, twisted in anger. "It could also proof that Marvolo isn't to be swayed from your side." A twitch passed on the future Dark Lord's face and Harry knew Harold had said the right thing.
"That doesn't have to be proved by seduction!" Tom hissed.
"It's the most direct way. It will have the best result," the youngster's stated as he shifted closer to the politician. He laid his hand on Tom's and slowly slid with a finger over the ring the other was wearing. "I know you don't like this plan, but - like you said - you can't stop me," he entwined their hands as he spoke. The ring slowly rolled around the older teen's finger. "You said you trust me." A sigh left the future Dark Lord's lips.
"You're using my own words against me. Fine, I can't stop you, but I'll be there every step." Harry's smile bloomed and he pressed a kiss to Tom's cheek.
"You won't regret it!" He promised.
"I already do," the other sighed before turning to their guest once more. "You'll keep an eye on Alistair!" He ordered and Harold gave him a disbelieving look.
"You can't order him!" The youngster hissed but the future Dark Lord ignored him. His grandfather did give him a thankful nod before his attention was again on his school rival.
"I'll see what I can find out." Tom nodded and leaned backwards again. Harry shook his head at the older teen before turning his attention back on Harold.
"Tell me about Marian?" he asked in a playful tone and a wide smile appeared on his guest's face.
"She's wonderful, about your age actually and just like her whole family she's studying abroad."
"How did you two meet then?" For a moment the youngster had been going over faces in Hogwarts, to now realize he would never have met her before.
"Through our families. Our fathers were friends." The wide smile turned a little sad. "We've been dating for two years already." Harry noted Tom's eyebrow rise in surprise. "But only went public about a month ago. I wasn't going to put her in danger," Harold explained and his grandson nodded in understanding.
'She must be his will to live.' Blue eyes glanced at the man beside him and Tom's brown orbs met his. He could read the same realization in them and squeezed the other's hand. He received a small smile as response.
"When will you propose?" The future Dark Lord asked to the others' surprise and a daze came over Harold's eyes.
"I'm waiting for the right moment," he confessed and his eyes focused on the couple's entwined hands. "Are you two engaged?" His question brought surprise and confusion to the other two.
"Two men can't get engaged," Harry quickly said as he remembered Tom would approve this law in the future. "The ring is a birthday present," he explained and glanced at the politician. Brown eyes were staring in deep thought at their entwined hands.
"Oh, I figured you two wouldn't care if it was legally or not," Harold explained and Tom's eyes shot up focusing on him.
"Who knows what the future will bring," Harry ended the subject and the brown eyes moved from grandfather to grandson. 'Did we just give him the idea for the law?'
"How are Septimus and Perry?"
"Oh, the normal. One all over his girlfriend and the other getting in more trouble than you think a man can," Harold chuckled. "During New Year's Perry's pants caught on fire..."
-THTH-
"This is a nice place," Harold commented as they entered the restaurant.
"It is, isn't it?" Harry smiled brightly while they followed Tom to their table. "It's the same table!" The youngster's realized and got a small smile from the politician.
"Did you take Marvolo here on your date?" Harold asked curious at his school rival, who gave a short nod as answer.
"The food is good and we'll have privacy," Harry said as the three of them sat down.
"Didn't Tristan find you here?" The future Dark Lord gave Harry a dark look, but the youngster just rolled his eyes.
'Of course I told him!' "Yes, and if he shows up again he'll be in for a surprise," Harry answered his relative with a shrug. Harold gave him a thoughtful look before understanding came to his expression.
"I can expect cameras outside once we leave, can't I?" His grandfather gave him a teasing smile.
"Probably, and they'll be surprised to see me with my lover and my mistress," he chuckled. The waiter appeared and handed out menus before disappearing again with their drinking order. When he reappeared they ordered their dishes and waited until he was gone to restart their conversation.
"How is your political visit to Hogwarts coming along?" Harold informed politely and Harry turned to Tom with interest.
"Fine, I have permission from everyone, so next Friday the different groups will meet up at Hogmeads together with Dippet."
"Not inside the castle?" The older Potter blinked and the future Dark Lord shook his head. "You won't visit Marvolo?" Now the politician raised an eyebrow.
"I believe that's not a concern of yours."
"Just wondering, as you are in the neighbourhood," Harold defended himself.
"I would like it," Harry mumbled with an innocent glance at the future Dark Lord. Brown orbs held his eyes and a smirk formed underneath them. A blush coloured the youngster's face. "What do you actually plan on doing that particular day?" He quickly changed the subject, which only made the other's smirk grow.
"Each of us will have our own stands and have a moment to introduce their group," Tom answered. A silence fell as the waiter appeared with their food and quietly they took their first bites.
They started up the conversation again and as friendly as possible their dinner continued. After dessert they left the comfort of the restaurant to get a storm of flashes in their eyes.
"Marvolo Remus and Harold Potter caught on a date!" One of the reporters yelled and Harry's hand got grabbed by Tom behind him. The politician hadn't been discovered yet.
"Look here!"
"Look at each other!" Request for better pictures got yelled and the future Dark Lord's hand tightened. Harold got the paparazzi to move backwards so he could step forward and his grandson followed, pulling Tom with him. Gasps were heard, combined with raised voices of: "The politician?!"
"Tom Riddle!"
"Riddle?!" Too fast did the paparazzi recover and started yelling their made up stories.
"Riddle caught them!"
"They're trying to get away!"
"Is this the end?!" The youngster glanced backwards to find Tom glaring at everyone. All of a sudden those brown eyes widened and the hand holding Harry's released him before roughly pushing him away. The youngster bumped into Harold, who also lost his balance and with his grandson on his lap ended on the ground. A scream was heard beside them and Harry turned his head just in time to see the last of a Cruciatus spell torture a paparazzi. With fear in his heart he turned his body around until he could see Tom. The politician still stood straight up and with his wand holding up a protection screen. Brown eyes met his for a moment and a glare that promised death gave him the chills. The paparazzi crowded around their wounded companion to get pictures of everything while brave bystanders filled the street, armed with their wands. Tom stepped closer to the youngster and pulled him on his feet, still protecting them with his spell.
"Get back inside!" He ordered as Harry pulled his own wand free. Without the extra weight on him, Harold quickly followed his example and started to ward the restaurant's hall. The future Dark Lord manoeuvred the youngster to the back of the hallway, beside the reception. "Stay here!"
"I'm not helpless," Harry hissed and pulled himself free.
"Don't..." the politician started, but the other silenced him with a heated look.
"That spell was most likely meant for you!" Harry hissed and joined his grandfather at the front.
"The protection spells are up. We're safe in here," Harold told him without taking his eyes from the street. Aurors Apparated before them and started to secure the surroundings. "Stay here," Harold said and stepped outside towards the superior. Silently, Tom took the older Potter's place and spike of fear spiked inside Harry's chest seeing the older teen so close to the window.
'He's safe!' he told himself while clenching his wand. Harold returned together with the superior, who greeted the politician formally.
"We're arranging a safe passage to the Ministry." The future Dark Lord nodded while the older Potter moved himself beside his grandson. "Mr Potter, you did well with the safety spells," the superior continued as he added a couple more complicated ones himself. Harry couldn't help himself and gave his grandfather a small proud smile. Another Auror joined them and handed a plate to his superior while whispering something in his ear. The highest ranked Auror nodded and the other removed himself from their company. "The Portkey will be ready in a second," the superior set the plate down against the window and pointed his wand at it. For a moment the plate got a shimmer, which disappeared just as quickly and the Auror asked everyone to hold on to each other. Harry grabbed hold of Tom's hand in a firm grip and Harold laid his hand on his grandson's shoulder. At the same time the three of them reached for the plate and got pulled in by the magic
-THTH-
Tom straightened himself with dignity before he helped up his boy. Harry clearly needed a little more practice with his landings. Harold had also landed on the ground and looked ruffled over. 'Maybe it's a Potter thing?' he wondered.
"Tom, dear!" Coraline's voice called out as she sprinted towards them. She seemed ready to squeeze him against her but Harry quickly manoeuvred himself just enough between them to be a hindrance to the woman. Her eyes fell on him with surprise before a seductive smile formed beneath them. "Marvolo, how glad I am to see you're also all right." Swaying her hips she moved into the youngster's personal space and the future Dark Lord felt a wave of angry jealousy rise towards her. He wrapped an arm around his boy's waist and pulled him closer. As extra he gave the woman a warning glare and got rewarded with a misstep in her seductive sway. Her attention moved all too quickly to Harold to seem casual. "Mr Potter!" Coraline greeted eagerly with a wide smile.
"Ms Mabel, how's the daughter?" The woman's smile immediately fell from her lips.
"She's fine!" Came the brisk answer and she turned back to Tom. "I heard what happened and had to come and check if you were all right."
"As you can see we're fine," the politician said diplomatic and his boy briskly turned his head towards him.
"Thanks too you! Who knows how we would have ended up, if you hadn't noticed that spell?" Harry gave the arm around his waist a little squeeze.
"Yes, thank you Tom," Harold agreed with his grandson.
"Mr Greenwich is ready to see you now." An Auror appeared behind them and guided them towards a door, which Tom was certain hadn't been there a second ago.
"I'm happy you're all right," Coraline waved them off, "and the Minister also!" she added as afterthought. Glad to be rid of the annoying women, the future Dark Lord followed the Auror and met the sight of a stern man behind a desk. Meeting his eyes, the man stood up and walked around his desk.
"Mr Riddle, please sit down. Apologies for the wait," Mr Greenwich shook Tom's hand before moving to the other two present. "Mr Remus, Mr Potter," he also shook their hands before waving them over to the chairs in front of his desk. Rounding his desk again, he sat down on the other side and picked up a quill. He pointed his wand to another quill behind him on a shelf and the feather jumped to life. Unconsciously, Tom registered that this was the first time he saw that spell being casted while Harold let out a gasp of surprise. Harry just gave them a confused look. 'For him this clearly isn't a new spell.' "Please, tell me what has transpired this evening as detailed as possible."
"We were exiting the restaurant and got overwhelmed by reporters," Harold started. "I pushed myself through them with Marvolo behind me, next thing I know Marvolo is falling against me and we both end up on the ground." Mr Greenwich nodded while writing a couple of remarks down. The quill beside him was enthusiastic scribbling down every word spoken. Next the stern man's eyes moved to the youngster with clear question in his eyes.
"Tom pushed me down," the boy answered the unspoken question and the future Dark Lord immediately added:
"I noted a wand and saw it get a red shine. I immediately figured someone was casting a spell on us."
"A Cruciatus, if I am informed correctly?"
"I believe so." 'Definitely a Cruciatus!' Tom had seen and preformed the spell more than enough to be certain. Mr Greenwich nodded as he scribbled something down. The rest of the questions followed protocol. In the end they turned to the subject of his work. Clearly, the stern man had concluded that the attack had been meant for him.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Until we know more I'll appoint an Auror to each of you." Mr Greenwich's eyes moved to Harry. "Mr Remus will only need the extra protection until he returns to Hogwarts." It went unspoken that the castle was well protected with its wards. The stern man again scribbled something down but this time on a small note and rolled the paper up before turning to the owl perched in the corner of his office. "Take this to the Aurors' desk!" he ordered and the bird flew towards him. The animal grabbed hold of the scroll with his pawn and flew into a small tunnel going upwards. "The appointed Aurors will be waiting for you at the Floo station." Mr Greenwich said as he stood up and held out his hand. Clearly, this conversation was over.
-THTH-
"Do you think it was Tristan?" Harry asked as he sneaked a peek past the curtain through the window. Tom's eyes were trained on his back as he sat casually on the couch.
"Maybe," he paused, "if the attack was meant for me." His boy turned his head and when their eyes met, walked over to the other.
"You're the one with the most enemies," Harry said matter-of-fact as he sat down and dropped his head on the older teen's lap. Tom raised an eyebrow at him before his hand rose and slowly started to toy with the brown locks. A content sigh left his boy's lips and all of a sudden he had the urge to see Harry, not Marvolo. With his free hand he took hold of his wand and raised it over the head on his lap. Blue eyes frowned in confusion as they watched his wand come in view and he quickly disarmed the disguise. Understanding came to green eyes and Tom felt himself get lost in them. How could he have ever thought that his boy wouldn't be able to proof himself? Slowly, he leaned forward and met Harry's lips halfway. With gentle pressure they instinctively move against each other until the older teen pulled back. No words were exchanged but those green eyes said enough.
'He loves me,' Tom thought with a genuine smile and pressed a kiss to his boy's forehead. "I won't let anything happen to either of us," he reassured the other, who sighed before getting up.
"I know you won't and the same counts for me. Come on, let's go to bed," Harry ended the conversation and took hold of the other's hand before pulling him on his feet. Not waiting for the older teen's response, he pulled him to their bedroom. Tom slightly wondered what his boy was thinking as he got moved to the bed. He knew their relationship was still mending and knew Harry was holding back the sex card as long as the future Dark Lord didn't found him worthy. He didn't think his boy did it intentionally. His boy probably didn't even realize he had constructed a wall between them. As he sat down on the covers, the youngster pulled out his wand and with a quick spell had them both cleaned and dressed for the night. Tom had to admit he was a little surprised; his boy had never done this before. "Come here," Harry pulled back the sheets and crawled underneath them. The older teen listened and turned around before crawling on hands and feet higher on the mattress. His boy helped him under the sheets and indicated him to turn his back to him. With raised eyebrows Tom listened and felt Harry wrap his arms around him as a chest got pressed against his back. "Goodnight..." His boy mumbled and he felt lips press a kiss to his shoulder before a head snuggled closer against the same spot.
"Goodnight, love," Tom said without a thought and the head disappeared.
"Love?" The future Dark Lord's heart skipped a beat.
'He doesn't like being called that? He doesn't like me calling him that?!' "You don't like it?" he kept his voice even.
"It's not that." The head returned to his shoulder. "Only, this is the third time you called me that." Tom knew the second time by heart, the time Harry confessed his love to him, but he hadn't gotten a reaction then. Thinking farther back he searched his memories, but couldn't place the first time.
"When..." he started and stopped as he suddenly remembered. "When I called you for the first time," he stated in a whisper. 'He was scared to death then. He had recognized me, no Voldemort from the start,' the future Dark Lord realized and felt a wave of guilt.
"Yes," Harry mumbled against his skin and he held his breath, "I like it." The breath got released and a smile tugged on Tom's lips.
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