I am still alive! Don't worry you guys still get your dose of Harry/Tom :3 My apologizes once more for my EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATE. In the future I shall do my best to prevent such inconveniences.
On the bright side my writing has improved and I hope it makes my readings... less vague then i believed they have been so far.

"Normal Speech"
'Parseltongue'
'thoughts'
"Emphases"
'Mental Speech'
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The cool sheets that touched his skin was the first thing he felt as he awoke. He opened his eyes slightly; the room was dark, the curtains of a large window were parted some which allowed some moonlight to enter the room.

Harry sat up and allowed his eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him. He could make out the outline of the large bed he laid in. To his right was the outline of a desk and to his left was a standing wardrobe.

Harry felt the small presence of dark energy trickled his skin and he realized himself to be no longer in the cottage.

Swinging the sheets of his body he stood to his feet and made his way over to the window; pulling the curtains apart, moonlight filled the room as at the exterior of the 'house' he was in. The sight was spectacular as the yard outside was that of an ancient abode. The moonlight reflected off a lake that was surround by tall, ancient trees that almost seemed... alive.

Harry let his mind take a moment of piece at the scene before him when a pulse in his scar forced him to quickly abandon the scene and dive for the bed, covering himself as though he never awoke.

He cursed to himself as he did not close the curtains and did not have time as he heard the soft click of the door opening. Harry dared open his eyes slightly as the mans shadowed was cast upon the floor, being different than the boy remembered but dismissed it as a trick from the light.

He quickly closed his eyes as the man turned and approached him.

His 'other' self was right when he said the connection had grown stronger. His scar was more sensitive to the mans presence that a tear traced down his cheek as a gentle hand touched his cheek. A stabbing was felt in his scar now that caused Harry to whimper in pain. The hand quickly removed itself.

Not a moment passed when Harry was plunged into an abyss of darkness. Exhaustion taking over his entire body.

Before he lost his bearing he heard he name called softly, and without even realizing it Harry replied to the voice.

"Tom..."
...

Draco was losing patience with the man who sat in front of him in the dungeons of Hogwarts. While his patience wavered his assault of a single question did not let up. "Father please... you must tell me where the Dark Lord may have taken Harry." Draco asked again but still received an answer of silence and denial.

"I give up!" Draco exclaimed when he returned to Headmistresses office. "The only real answer I got out of him was, 'It would be suicide to even attempt trying to get Potter'."

"This is ridiculous! We can't keep standing here! Harry's going to be dead by the time we even get there!" Ron yelled, pacing behind McGonagalls desk, where the woman herself sat in deep thought.

"Volde- The Dark Lord is not going to kill Harry. You know that Ronald." Hermione said as she tried to calm him down.

"Probably torture him first then give him a slow painful death." This time it was Malfoy who spoke.

"That isn't helping Draco. And he won't kill Harry... he can't."

"What do you mean?" Draco looked at Hermione in a confused manner.

Hermione hid the lie she now spoke well. "He hasn't been able to successfully perform the killing curse on him, so how will now be any different." Thankfully Draco did not question.

"I will go speak to mother to see if maybe she shall help us." With that Draco left the three alone and the Headmistress broke the silence that followed.

"How long are we to lie to Draco and the others?"

Hermione looked down. "If they are to know than Harry must tell them himself, I shall not betray his trust." Ron nodded in agreement.

...

Harry awoke to the soft chirping of birds. Sunlight flooded the room for the curtains were still open. Sitting up the memories of last night escaped him except for one.

He was no longer in the cottage.

He looking around the room he was greeted by a maroon Victorian style set up. All of which make the room seem like he was back in the mid 1800's. The walls were maroon and all the woods either oak or mahogany; he was never good at identifying wood for he never had to. The bed he he slept in was covered in black silk sheets, red one tied to the bed posts in the case he wanted privacy of some sort.

As he sat up he might drew from the room to the door. Something was calling to him. Not with their voice but with magic. It was a gently pull but enough that his curiosity got the best of him.

He got out of the bed and slowly made his way to the door. 'Is there someone out side?' Harry thought as he turned the knob, cursing slightly as he could not find his wand on him. However there was no one on the other side, just a dimly lit hallway.

He went out the room and followed the presence as it became stronger. Till he reached a pair of large oak doors. Before he even laid a finger on them they opened to a large parlor room. A maroon chair sat in front an unlit fire place, and the events of last night flooded into his memories.

He could not utter a word before the man rose and turned to the frightened teen. "What a pleasure it is for you to finally join me, Harry."

Voldemort no longer was the snake faced skeletal man for the days before, but looked like a Tom Riddle from the Chamber of Secrets but older; no older than 22.

Harry did not give a reply, but ran, as fast as his legs could take him from the room. He tried unlocking countless doors, windows; everything was locked. Still he ran till his collapsed from beneath him. He knew not how long he ran, only he knew for quiet sometime.

Voldemort had his wand and he had no clue how to preform wandless magic. He cursed out loud, and looked around yet again. Something caught his eye. A door was opened ajar.

Forcing himself to stand he went the door and opened it, only remember collapsing on the soft fabric of a couch as he heard a soft chuckling from the doorway.

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