A/N Ok i'm posting this in the dead of night so that i can quitely sneak away before anyone sees that i post thus escaping harm from long patcint readers that have not formed an anger mob set with flaming troches and pitchforks or pointy sticks of doom as the case may be so i hope you like it bye bye
Chapter 2
Few things fazed Lord Lucius Gregory Malfoy III and even fewer sent him into a full blown panic attack but the mere thought of facing his liege lord at that moment had him in a right state. The recover of one Harry Potter had not gone smoothly or even anything remotely like they had expected. Lucius could see the heavy wood doors that led into the manor long before he was ready to what was on the other side.
The surprisingly light young man in his arms moaned softly as the dark wizard moved forward. Lucius prayed silently that the portkey had not caused further damage to the poor boy, for his own sake as well as the boy's. He could even now picture his lord waiting impatiently in his study, anticipating the arrival of, to his knowledge anyways, a healthy vibrant young man. For only a small moment he felt pity towards the muggles who were responsible for the damage, for they would soon know the true meaning of pain.
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Tom Riddle was what one would call a … well he was … you see some would say … oh who in the hell am I kidding, Tom Riddle was a stereo typical villain. He was deadly hansom, a smooth talker and of course as with any great bad guy he was slowed by the greatest thing known to man kind, LOVE. But for all of the precious things he lacked, such as basic morals, he made up for them ten fold. Generosity with rage, kindness with greed, and patiences with vengeances.
So when Tom told his followers something he expected immediate results, which if you think about it was probably the reason he had spent thirteen years as a wondering specter with no caporal form save those he took by force. He had only recently began to consider the prospect of changing his ways. While it wasnt so much that he wanted to but that he had to, falling in love with your arch nemesis could do that after all.
That was the reason Lord Voldemort aka Tom Riddle was sitting behind his solid oak desk instead of cursing everything in his path as he waited for his most faithful to return with their precious cargo. He had just finished a small pile of paper work (yes even Dark Lords have homework)and was applying his John Hancock, damn his muggle roots, to the last piece when his office door swung open.
Fiery red eyes lifted with the exception of once more gazing upon the man, no boy, who had captured him so easily. If there had been any doubt before that he still did indeed have a heart that beat there was none after that moment. The sight that met him tore at the organ with unparalleled fear.
The door way framed the panting blonde that was one of his strongest supporters, and in his arms laid Harry Potter, bane of his existence and the love of his life. He was to his feet before words reached him, he didn't care all that mattered was the small bleeding bundle in Lucius' caring grip.
"What happened? Who did this? I will personally see them flambéed and severed to the masses." It was not by far the best threat but at that particular moment his sanity and dark lordishness were out the window. All he cared about was the boy and it was obvious that said boy was in dire need of medical assistance. "What are you doing just standing there? Bring him to my chambers and summon a medi-witch."
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Somewhere deep in the land of sweet dreams and coma Harry Potter was faced with a great dilemma. To stay in the strange place he had found himself or venture into the light that called out to him. On the one hand he was quite comfortable reclining as he was against a giant mushroom listening to the voices that he could not see, on the other the light its presence told him one thing, he was as close to death, and his parents, as he had come in thirteen years. The temptation of seeing them if even for only a moment before his soul was hurled to the dark pits of hell, he couldn't imagine he would end up anywhere else, was great and for several moments he was actually considering it. Then the voices he had heard became louder calling out to him asking, begging, pleading with him to hang on, to stay with them.
Harry had the vague notion that the voices belonged to people and people that he knew to boot, but he couldn't place them. They didn't exist in his little world of mushrooms and light, nothing did not even himself really. He knew somewhere deep inside that he could not linger in this place to long that he would have to choose, the light and the abstract concept of family or the voices and drifting sense of love.
Harry shrugged, raven hair falling everywhere, he didn't have to decide that second and the place beneath the giant mushroom was ever so nice and he was finding it hard to keep his mind from floating away, drifting along with a thousand reasons not to think. So with a soft sigh he closed his eyes and let himself go for in this place he didn't have to worry. There was no war, no people out to get him, no death or fear because he realized as sleep took him there was really nothing there, no mushroom, no light, no voices and no Harry Potter.
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Tom was beside himself when the healer finally poked his head through the door. It was obvious that man was tired and worn to the bone from the extensive healing he had preformed. He held open the door wider as the dark lord past him with only a warning to be quite. Tom felt such sorrow at the sight of his young love that he would have broken down had he been a lesser man.
Harry was dwarfed by the four poster bed on which he had been laid. The boy seemed fragile as if made of glass, his small face made of porcelain and dusted with innocence. Tom Riddle, the most feared dark lord in ages took up a silent vigil at the boy's side. Days passed quickly and nights drug on but he did not leave, he could not for one moment depart from the sight before him and even as mortal wounds healed Harry his sweet Harry did not wake.
A/N Ok now that thats over and done to serious busness we go
That virus hit my computer hard and to top it off we moved so the bad news all of my files got eresed and i have no idea where the hard copies are good news i wrote this chapter from skratch in about three hours so to sum it up, I have to start over at the base of the stories but i've got my muse back but that might only be because Daddy's sitting in the closet next to the computer, we use to have him in the front hall but he kept throwing things so i guess the change worked out after all
Sorry i'm rambling it's like 1:30 and my Doc just uped my meds can we say cloud nine
This chapter is dedicated to all of the reviewers and to my father who raised me with a warped and twisted sense of humor love ya guys (completly platonicly of course, suddenly i want to sing Mr. ED so i am going to bed; help me i'm starting to ryme with out meaning too)
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