Author's Note!: Oh my gosh! thank you to those who reviewed! I took all of them to heart! It really is helpful when people review, because they you tend to catch things i don't, and had no plan on writing on. (I'm talking to you autumngold. .) So thank you for reviews!

The first thing Harry noticed as he woke up was how otherworldly comfortable he was. Hogwarts was nice but...phew. He snuggled further into the bed, still to tired to move. Suddenly bright light flashed in front of him, and he groaned, before turning to lay on his stomach, burying his head in the pillow.

"Get up! I don't care how long you normally sleep -being the spoiled brat you are- while under my care, you will not lazy about all day!"

'What the?... I recognize that fucking voice! What is he doing here...where is here?' Harry groaned again and slurred, "Go away ya greasy bat."

"For gods sake- exulatus!~"

Harry suddenly felt a draft against his skin, and shivered, curling up into a ball. He blindly reached around for a blanket but it was no where to be found.

"Potter. I have no qualms on pouring ice cold water over you if you do not-get-up!" Harry jumped out of the bead blindly and tripped when his foot caught on the sheets. "Gah! Fuck, that hurt!"

"If your done fooling around, your clothes are in the dresser to your right. After you have dressed, wait here. If your capable."

Harry peeked over the bed, rubbing the back of his head, to tiredly glare at Snape. "Wait for what? Where am I?" He scowled at harry -or maybe that was just his face?- and turned around heading for the door. "Hey! Don't ignore me!"

"Your waiting for The dark lord Potter. Your in his private manor after all." Frozen, Harry watched him leave, muttering something about always being assigned the annoying jobs.

"W-Wait! What?" Harry scrambled to his feet and ran to the door. He peeked the door open -surprisingly unlocked- and looked down the halls. No sign of the bat remained.

Well crap. Harry closed his door, and took this time to look around the room. It was simple but still luxurious , and was done in colors of Deep red and Brown. He would have thought that in Voldemort's place, everything would scream Slytherin. Then again, he thought if he was captured, he would go straight to the dungeons.

The was a large dark brown canopy bed in the center of the room, with a desk on one side and a Large wardrobe on the other. Besides that there wasn't much else besides a few Bookshelf's that lined the walls. No windows.

Harry sighed and walked over to the wardrobe and pulled open the top drawer. After scavenging through the dresser, he finally picked out a plain white shirt and skinny jeans. Quickly getting dressed, he pulled up his pants all the way just in time for the door to swing open.

"Hey! Knock would you. Oh-Voldemort."

"Darn, too late. Why should I knock in my own house? And please. Call me Tom." Harry blushed and glared at him.

"T-too late? What? And when you have a guest in your house it's only polite to knock! Unless I'm a prisoner?" Voldemort smirked.

"Your only a prisoner if you don't wish to be here."

"I don''t wish to be here."

"Then your a prisoner.

Harry yelled in frustration. Then remembered what happened last night. After apparating, he suddenly felt dizzy and would have fallen if he still wasn't being held up by Volde-Tom. Then everything just kinda went fuzzy.

"What happened last night?"

"I apparated back here so we could discuss the problem, but I assume you were so worn out, that apparating took the rest of your strength out of you. You slept until morning."

He could agree, with the being exhausted part, but he fainted because he just hated to apparate. If he had a choice, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. Ugh.

"uh. Yeah. Sure. so...the problem. What about Dumbledore?"

Tom glanced at the door. "Perhaps we should discuss this in more comfort?" Harry didn't think discussing this could ever be comfortable, but Tom could try. "Sure, whatever."

Tom lead him out of the room and not far down the hallway to another door, that looked the same as all the rest. Boring. Sigh

Tom opened the door, to reveal what appeared to be a study with a mahogany desk at the far end with a couch to the wall, and in the middle of the room were two armchairs around a small table. Harry followed Tom's lead and sat in the chair across from tom in the middle of the room.

The sat there for a few minutes in awkward silence before Tom summoned a house elf. "Twiggy. Please fix some tea for myself and my guest. How do you take your tea ?" Harry wish looking at tom in shock from asking a house elf so nicely. He even said please! Tom cleared his throat and he realized he was talking to him.

"o-oh! um..." Personally he didn't really drink tea, and had no idea how to respond. He noticed the dilemma and mumble something to the house elf before she popped away after bowing.

"First, just for confirmation, why did you run away?" Harry fidgeted under the intensity of his gaze and sat for a moment, having to think about his reply. He may have answered truthfully last night, but that wasn't really considered answering.

"Because I didn't want to be there. My turn! Why did you ask that house elf so politely? Not that that's bad! That's really good! I just thought..you know.." Tom's eye twitched. That didn't answer anything! And when did he agree to play this question game! He was asking the questions! Sigh. My as well go along with it. For Harry's sake.

"I see no reason to punish them when they have done nothing wrong. Why didn't you want to be there?"

"Because of Dumbledore. Why are you calling me by my first name now?"

"I always have. What did Dumbledore do?"

"You haven't always called me Harry! You always call me Potter! Like when you where on the back of professor. Quirrell's head!"

"That wasn't me. Therefore, I have never called you Potter. And you didn't answer my question."

Harry huffed. He had planned on getting back at him for last night but this was going to be harder then he first thought. Ugh. "Dumbledore sent me to the Dursleys, Stole my money, tried to control my life, and planned to end it. What do you mean it wasn't you? Just because you were on someones head, doesn't mean those weren't your actions!"

Tom sputtered for a moment. What was wrong with the Dursleys? Controlling his life was an obvious one, and he could assume with the money. But he had no idea Dumbledore wanted to kill him! He quickly regained his composure, and thought about how to explain the answer to his question.

Harry mentally smirked. It was worth seeing him confused if he had to tell him his secrets right out, without a fight.

"I mean it wasn't me, because it wasn't me you had seen attached to Quirrell. I was here, recovering from ritual it took to recover my body. What do you mean Dumbledore tried to kill you?" Harry sputtered. "Yeah right! If it wasn't you then who was it?"

Tom sighed. This was going to take awhile. "Enough with your silly games. I will explain, when you explain." Harry huffed. He understood that this was actually very serious. But he didn't want to show that much emotion around him, so he tried to lighten the mood. It had briefly worked.

"Fine. I heard him say it a few days ago in his office. I was told to bring him something -a box of papers or whatever- from professor McGonagall, and I got distracted by all the trinkets in his office. I was messing with one of them, some spinning oval thingy, and when I spun it once it just fell apart." Harry looked kind of guilty as he blushed.

"I thought I broke it so when I heard Dumbledore coming to the door, I panicked and hid under his desk. Stupid I know." Harry cut off what ever he was going to say, noting his smirk and raised eyebrow.

"When he came in, I thought about just coming out and telling the truth, but I heard him talking with someone, So I decided to wait until the stranger left. They continued exchanging pleasantries and didn't even notice the broken trinket. Then the door shut, and I heard the man say something that made me pause."

Flaskback.

"Enough of this Dumbledore, We both know I'm not here for a friendly visit."

"Of course, of course. Lemon drop?"

" scoff Who knows what you put in those things. I'm here because you still haven't done anything about the shadow lurking our barriers edge! Who knows what he could be up to! If you aren't more careful, the boy will find out sooner then you want! Even worse, he might find out the truth!"

"The truth? I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Cut it out, old man! We both know the plan. Fatten the kid up for eating by telling him he's gonna save the world by go getting himself slaughtered, and until then, enforce the bad guys image. There's no one here but us old man. Drop the guise."

"Calm down, I understand your cause for worry. But the wards are completely impenetrable by Tom, and Harry has no reason to go out there. I have ordered all staff that if they are to give detention to the boy, it will not be anywhere near the woods. He will never know of his power"

" grunt Your sick, you know that? Fooling everyone with your grandfatherly charm. All you want is power, and you'll use any means to get it. Even if you have to kill a kid to get it. Real sick. What ever. This case interests my blade. That's the only reason I'm still here."

"I'm merely doing things for the greater good. The power is only a perk."

"Save it. Your in it for the power. Sick bastard. I'm leaving."

"Perhaps I should walk you out?"

"I'm not like you, old man. I won't kill some kid on my way out just so I can absorb what little magic they have."

End Flashback

"When they left, I ran out of there as fast I could and sat in my dormitory thinking over what to do. That's when I decided to leave." Harry looked down, frustrated, and angry.

Tom stared at him, lost in thought. He had always known of the fools lust for power. He had witnessed it himself. This could explain Quirrell. 'Reinforcing the image of the bad guy'.

"So? Who did Quirrell have glued to the back of his head if it wasn't you?" The mental image of it being put like had harry imagining a full bodied person glued to the back of his head, and he giggled.

"It might not have been anyone, but I can guess it was the result of something Dumbledore did. I have no Idea what however. I think a lot of the things happening to you at hogwarts were his doing, trying to get you to see bad of me. Which reminds me of something important...Harry, I didn't ki-"

Grumble

Harry blushed and one of his hands flew to his stomach. "umm... I haven't eaten since the day before yesterday..." Tom smirked, and looked like he was trying not to laugh. "s-shut up! I couldn't eat after what happened!"

"Of course. Let's go down to the Dining hall, and see what has been taking our tea so long."

Harry got up and followed him to the door before remembering something.

"Why did Snape come to wake me?" Tom chuckled as they headed down the hallway before coming to the stairs and making there way down.

"I'm sorry. If I had known you wanted me to wake you, I would ignored my work and gone straight to you." Harry blushed embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant! And you know it!" They had made it down the stairs and before Harry could blink he was pushed against the wall. Tom put his hands on either side of him, trapping him there. He gasped at the intensity of Tom's gaze.

"Then..what did you mean?" Harry shivered at the low tone his voice had taken, and drew in a deep breath when He leaned closer to him. Tom brushed away a lock of hair that had fallen into his face, and tucked it behind his ear. Harry's heart was rapidly beating at the close proximity. With him so close he could feel the magic humming around him, and lightly coming off of him in waves. It was... Intoxicating...

Then it was over, and Harry let out a whoosh of air when Tom pulled back and continued to head in the general direction of the dining hall. He dazedly continued to follow him, looking down, trying to conceal the blush on his cheeks.

"When did you grow out your hair?"

"Hm? oh. Over the summer. All of a sudden it got this long over night on my seventeenth birthday. Aunt Petunia tried to cut it all off but it just grew back, and Dudley just laughed and said I looked like a girl. After that, my uncle made me work even harder then before."

They were finally in the dining hall, and Harry was surprised that it wasn't some mile long table covered in fancy stuff. Just a simple rectangle table with six seats and one chair at the head of the table. Then again this is his private manor. He probably didn't have a lot of visitors.

"Worked? What do you mean?" Harry thought he would sit at the head of the table, as it was obviously the usual, but watched as he sat down right in the middle. He paused for a minute trying to decide where to sit. He felt nervous sitting next to him after what had happened, but he didn't want to show that it had effected him. Tom gestured to the seat next to him, deciding for him.

"oh. um.. Just chores. It's unimportant." Before he could sit down, Tom stood up and pulled out his chair for him. He blushed and mumbled thanks as he sat down.

"Hm.. If you say so..." That was the end of it, and Harry was grateful when the subject was dropped. After that Tom once again summoned the house elf, and we learned that the delay was caused by the great tea accident. The way the house elf was going on about it was hilarious, and it made it sound like some sort of war had gone on in the kitchen. Something about looking for the right kind of tea the master liked, having to go down to the cellar to get it, bringing it back, dropping it while running from Nagini, it went on.

Harry looked at Tom with wide eyes when the house elf was scolded, but quickly forgiven. He was actually really sweet... What? NO! What was he thinking? This guy killed his parents, and massacred millions! Well he didn't actually look anything up on Voldemort killing in masses... But he still killed his parents! He was not sweet! Now matter how beautiful he was when he smiled...

Harry blushed and shook his head trying to rid it of those thoughts. Suddenly food appeared before him, and he quickly forgot everything, and dug in.

Little did Harry know that the very thing holding him back from fully accepting Tom, wasn't even true...

*Gasp!*