Alerts! Lol. I've never done author alerts or had them before. So, I guess I'm saying I'm glad?

Well, so long as you people enjoy reading this story, I don't mind if you just read and don't review. Just knowing you guys are actually reading my story-child, I'm happy. Lawl.

Sorry it took awhile. My notes got lost and I forgot I had killed of Herm…and I had to redo this chapter.

My muse told me that I haven't filled you in on everything you need to know for this chapter. Each chapter will have someone different talking. Whether it's someone who is already dead and their chapter is a flashback, or they're still alive and they are reminiscing on old memories. I'll most likely be alternating between the present the past a lot, so try to keep up.

So this chapter isn't Harry talking anymore. You should get who it is if I've portrayed this person correctly. I have never written in first person. NEVER. If I write ol' Voldie's voice down it's definitely going to be OOC!! GAHHH!

Muse: She doesn't like it when I pop up to talk, but she's a bit unstable right now. Yes, I am a different person/being. For safety's sake my identity won't be shown whenever I type up something. Plus, I don't like being associated with her. Yes, we don't get along and we're working together. Weird isn't it?

I'm just here to remind you that Keyes does not own Harry Potter in any form. She loves the series, but she would never be able to handle the responsibility that comes along with it.

BTW, if anyone reading this knows how to double space, she would love it if you would tell her. TYVMHANDB.

M&K: Enjoy :o

Note: Italics means past or flashbacks.

Far Away

My robes are getting wet, due to someone's need to cry upon my chest. I don't mind, though, since my green-eyed serpent is the one who needs comfort. The only problem I have with this is that my little serpent is causing a bit of an awkward scene. One could look upon us and think that I was making him cry while another could see that the boy crying on my chest and clutching my robes desperately wants me to do something. Either way, crying on someone, hitting them, and cursing said person gives said person on the receiving end an awkward situation to deal with.

I never realized that my actions would affect my little serpent so much. Supposedly he didn't want his relatives killed, despite their abuse and lack of affection for my serpent. I can keep 

telling myself that what I did was would make him happy, but I'm just spewing out lies for him and myself.

Harry Potter, now a person who I never thought would be precious to me. Slowly, day by day, I've gotten used to the Prat's presence beside me. Up to the point where if he isn't beside me, I have that tingling sense of worry till I can feel his warmth next to me again.

Harry Potter, my anti-drug, so to speak.

My hands stroke and smooth out the hair of my green-eyed serpent. I wonder if he magically spells it so that it always stays disheveled. Whenever I see him, there's always some part of his hair that doesn't want to stay down. Which gives him an adora-I mean…it looks good on him. Great old Marvolo sounds like a school girl today.

"Harry…" I try to whisper him out of crying. It doesn't work. He just clings and fat tears continue to drop down from his face onto my robes.

Now I just need to remember why or how I got into this position. I know that I was done with killing of those putrid animals that my serpent calls family. No…that wasn't the cause for the current situation now. In fact, my serpent had taking my the massacre of his remaining family well.

He did kick his pig of a cousin till a bruise started to form around his leg…

After that he had ordered me to apparate the both of us somewhere else. I did so, and brought us to my manor. We had a…oh yes. That was the problem. Apparently my serpent doesn't know how to sort out his feelings well. When I brought him to my room he decided to vent out the frustration of not being able to immediately.

My toe throbs as I begin to remember.

Now that I'm done figuring out what got me into this mess, I focus on helping him. I curse a bit in parseltongue quietly. The Dark Lord knows all but how to deal with teenagers and their teenage angst, along with teenage confessions.

Maybe…

Just as I stop smoothing my serpent's hair to console the little snake, he stops hitting me completely. His tears come at a much slower pace than before and he sniffles a bit. The tight clutch he had on my robes has loosened…

"You killed my parents..."

Ah, so my green-eyed serpent can speak with using profanity in a sentence. Delightful.

"I know," I hug him closer to my chest and rest my chin upon his head, "I think we've established that since we first met…no?"

A light punch hits me. Silence ensues, besides Harry's sniffles, for a few minutes.

"You're evil…" His voice vibrates though me as he rests his head on my chest.

"I prefer to think of myself as the self-proclaimed ruler of the world." I twirl a lock of his disheveled hair.

"I…I'm supposed to…I hate you," He manages to choke out from underneath me.

"Same here, but here I am letting you cry and ruin a nice piece of clothing."

"…you fucking suck Riddle…"

"…only when you think I do, Harry."

I take my little serpent's wrists and force him to stop clinging to robe like a life line. I release one to put a finger underneath his chin to bring his sight up to mine. His eyes are a bit red along with the tip of his nose. Tears are still rolling down his cheeks as I try to lick them away.

"…I…" He hesitates when I'm done licking off the stray tears.

"Hmm? What is it Harry?"

"…maybe…I might…just think of you as more than just 'someone else'. I might…think of you as…"He grasps my hands with his own smaller ones for comfort. I squeeze them for reassurance. "…as my special someone…"

I plant a small chaste kiss on his scar, my mark. "I know."

He sniffs and holds back more tears that threaten to fall, "do you…?" He asks squeezing my hands as well.

I smile, and then lower my lips unto his soft ones. My hands are released from his, so I bring his body closer and tilt my serpent's chin a bit more.

"…mnnm…" My serpent shuts his eyes and returns the favor. I brush my tongue over his lips and slip through those plump lips of his. As I wrap my tongue around his, my green-eyed serpent shivers against my body.

"Mnm….Nnn…"

After a few more times of brushing against every corner of his mouth, I pull away with a thin trail of saliva connecting out tongues. I chuckle and lick it off.

"Does that answer your question my little serpent?" My necks bend down again to nibble the lobe of his ear.

"…W-Well…ngh…yeah…" He blushes softly, his eyes still closed, "…T-Tom, sto-…stop."

"Why?" I bite down.

"C-Cause…!" He gasps out and clutches to my robes, "I want-ted to tell….y-you that I--"

My eyes groggily open. I rub the sleep from them and shake my head a bit to get the blood to flow again. I move my body to sit at the edge of the bed as I move the covers off of it. When the sleepiness wears off I walk over to the bathroom, but not without look back to the bed. There's a person missing from the bed.

"That prat…ran off to Hogwarts again." I sigh and scratch the back of my head. Shrugging it off, I just continue my trek over to the bathroom.

"Stupid scar marked prats. That tear stain never did wash out…"

"ACHOO!" Harry sneezed. The dust literally littered the place like a drunken man who has a dump for a home. Harry was, to be quick to the point, pissed.

"Stupid smart ass Riddle. He never did let me finish that sentence…"

A soft pink blush crept its way over Harry Potter's face. He shook his head and continued walking though the Chamber of Secrets.

This one is short isn't it? I wanted to put more, but with my beta temporarily out of commission and my muse saying the next chapter needs it more…I decided it to end it here.

I hope the kissing scene was fine. I'm still single, so my experience with kissing is somewhat…lacking. Probably evident though. –smacks self- Well, I don't have much to say after this, other than I'll continue to try my best!

OTL

Epic fail, right?

I bet you're wondering where the real humor is going to start to show. That's when we get to the take out scenes…which won't be till I finish this story.



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Leave me to wallow in my sorrow as I try to finish this. I really want to finish a story this time! Now you can listen to what Mrs. Muse has to say.

Muse: Meh. Yes, she knows that this one is shorter than the one before. She's working on it. We promise that the next chapter will have a minimum of 3,000 words and a maximum of about…5,000 words.

Me: You want to kill me don't you? I already have 3 projects to work on for school…

Muse: …and your point?

Me: …-mumbles- I'll get to work on it…

Muse: Tune in for the next installment when Voldemort goes out to bring Harry back and Harry has a…

Me: STOP RUINING THE STORY!