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Blood Type

"Tom how did it go?"

Tom smiled at me looking more than pleased with himself. Damien ran over to Tom who scooped him up throwing him into the air and catching him. Damien screamed in delight and clung to Tom's shoulder's clearly not wanting to be tossed into the air again. I waited patiently for Tom to start boasting about his own brilliance. He looked at Damien and tapped his little nose with his long finger.

"I'll tell you all about it tonight, right now why don't we bake some cookies. We'll need them; you want to make cookies Damien?"

I didn't bother to not laugh out loud. It was no secret that Tom loved cookies as much as his son. Until now it was the only edible things that Tom could make. Damien clapped and Tom turned abruptly and went into the kitchen. I followed quietly and took a seat at the new breakfast bar. Tom was a master at cookie baking. I threatened to send the general public a sampling of his cookies once. I told him one bite and they'll forget all about the Bahamas'.

Tom had drowned the small island and shortly after there had been a large uprising of resistance. Tom had looked ready to explode in rage but then he laughed and kissed me instead. 'you love my cookies Harry and so does the little one, you only ask me to bake them once a day.' He had rubbed my belly one of the only two times he had done so for my entire pregnancy.

Tom clapped loudly and I focused on the kitchen. At some point he had conjured the large chief hats that reminded me of marshmallows. Tom picked up Damien and placed him to stand on the table.

"What do we need first Damien?"

Damien scrunched his face up thinking.

"Flowers!"

Tom laughed and it startled me a bit. Something was not right with Tom.

"Right you are son. Here we go."

Tom conjured a whole bunch of roses and Damien laughed. Tom leaned close to Damien and whispered in his ear. Damien giggled and peaked at me. It was sweet, too sweet. This Tom was not someone that I knew well, something was off. Tom put Damien back on the floor and he came over to me with the roses. I took them and he kissed my cheek and then ran back over to his father who picked him up and placed him on the table once more.

Tom winked and handed Damien his wand. I watched the happy scene with growing discomfort. Damien began waving his wand around immediately nearly catching Tom's hair on fire.

"Very good, but I can't bake cookies if you catch my hair on fire."

Damien laughed and Tom looked at him seriously until he stopped.

"I need you to focus son. Think of all the things we need to make cookies."

Tom did this often. Damien was still too young to perform a lot of wandless magic, which was why he always stole his father's wand. It helped him focus, Damien was already good at making abstract things happen like turning Tom's hair pink. Tom hadn't noticed yet and I was tempted to let him go outside like that. Damien closed his eyes holding the wand with both hands.

Tom turned him around so he was facing the table and the ingredients appeared with a few sparks that scorched the table. Damien opened his eyes and big grin broke his face open.

"Yay! Look Daddy!"

Tom beamed at him and I gasped. Tom looked at me sharply, but focused on Damien again. They began to make cookies. Tom did a lot of it the muggle way, the way he had been taught. He had been adopted once when he was very young but the women had died, because of blitzing. Tom kept glancing at me and frowning but then he would focus on Damien and the cookies again. At home, in the future, Tom would get like this sometimes. It was only from prolonged exposure to his horcruxes.

I had convinced him to at least keep them in the palace, since he was more human when within their proximity. Sometimes he would go into the room where he kept them to make me happy and when he came out he would be like this. He would be a lot nicer and much more human. He was human, Tom was…

"Tom!"

The stool I was on clattered to the floor and Tom and Damien looked up from the cookie dough they were kneading. Tom kissed Damien's cheek and placed a spell on him so he wouldn't fall off the table, Tom came over to me wiping his hands on his apron. He caressed my cheek and kissed me softly.

"I know Harry. I figured it out already but you were right, you've always been right, we'll talk tonight."

He kissed me again and went back to Damien who had begun to eat the dough in favor of kneading it. Tom laughed and swatted Damien's hand gently. I stared at him, Tom was human; somehow coming back here had forced most if his soul together. There had been clues now that I was looking at the situation. Tom had been calmer and happier since being here. I had argued with Tom to put his soul back together. I had tried to tell him that he was strong enough to do it but he refused to. We had fought and fought until I gave up on it. He was too stubborn and so convinced that he was stronger without his soul, with less emotion.

Now that I was really looking at Tom I realized that I should have noticed right away. His eyes were blue and I knew that one of the horcruxes had been his original blue eyes. I had gotten a compromise and it was actually a fairly good one considering Tom's reluctance on the subject, but somehow I had gotten him to agree to at least gather his horcruxes and keep them close. It did help and there had been times when Tom would disappear and stay in the room where his horcruxes were kept for hours, he would emerge happier and more reasonable. It was worth it but this Tom with this new body and fuller soul was in danger. Tom needed to be immortal.

"Harry we need a taste tester come over here."

This was not my husband, not really he was the man I had yearned for and only sometimes glimpsed, this was the softer sweeter Tom I had always dreamed of but at what price? Damien was beaming and holding out the wooden spoon. This was the Tom that I wanted for Damien. I walked over hoping my smile was in place. Tom was frowning at me a bit. I picked off a tiny piece of the dough and popped it into my mouth.

"Yummy."

Damien squealed and then proceeded to try and get the entire wooden spoon in his mouth. Tom let him carry on with it and began to spoon the dough onto the baking sheets. I helped washing my hands first and taking Damien off the table since he was now only interested in the wooden spoon.

"Why do we need so many cookies?"

Tom smiled at me imitating his son and popping the spoon into his mouth. I pulled it out and he chuckled at me. He tapped me on the nose with his finger and I scowled. I was happy that my husband now had a near complete soul. I liked him better like this but right now he was getting on my nerves.

"The cookies are for the wake, someone is going to die tonight. Now stop with all the questions and go stop our son from going into a diabetic coma."

I turned around in time to see Damien shoveling a fistful of sugar into his mouth. I picked him up and he kicked and screamed while laughing hysterically. I set him on the floor and he immediately began running in circles around the kitchen. Tom laughed and conjured some fairies which he spelled to take a smaller path around the kitchen so Damien wouldn't run into anything.

It was strange but it was what I expected the results to be. Except for the time traveling part which left me with a few questions. If the Voldermort in the future was stuck with only the remaining piece of his soul he would fall into madness. With no horcruxes to ground him he would become so deranged that there most likely would not be a future to return to and not to mention there was now a total of three Voldermorts. Tom kissed me deeply dipping me nearly to the floor.

"My sweet, come back to earth, I know what you're thinking and I've thought it over already only unlike you I already have a solution, trust in me Harry...please."

I nodded and he kissed me deeply again leaving me dizzy. I stumbled backwards and Tom smirked at me. I grabbed Damien who was still running around in circles. His little legs kept running even though I was now holding him in the air.

"I'm going to bring him outside he'll have more room to run."

Damien was hitting me and shouting loudly at the fairies who followed us in a glittering cloud. Later that evening after I had put Damien to bed, Tom beckoned me to the bathroom. I tried to speak but he pressed a finger gently to my lips and kissed both of my cheeks.

"Hush my love."

I felt his long fingers begin to unbutton my shirt. I tried to focus on the problem at hand but little sparks kept shooting through me.

"Just relax Harry, everything will become clear. Trust me."

I stared into his eyes the blue was more jarring to look at then the red. He pulled away kissing me again softly.

"Do you trust me Harry?"

I nodded and he removed my shirt. I began to remove his as well. I was starting to feel desperate to feel his skin. I ran my hands across his bare chest pressing in with my nails and drawing them roughly across the smooth surface just to assure myself that he was still real.

"Tom…"

He kissed my throat humming and grabbing my ass roughly. I felt him lift me up and press my back into the wall. I moaned loudly wishing that he would be a little rougher a little like the old Tom. He became a little more aggressive as if he had heard my thoughts. He waved his hand aggressively and my clothes disappeared. I was drowning in the sensations of him touching me, of his long fingers ghosting along my back. I was drowning in confusion and doubt. My mind couldn't settle at all and even though Tom was skilled, even he could not fully distract me from my morbid thoughts. What would Harry Potter do? That was the question, and I had no answer whoever I used to be was not the person I was now. I was a killer and the other boy, the long ago lost little boy was not a killer.

Nothing was clear anymore and every time I tried to grab something and hold on to it, it would slip away as if all my thoughts had become water. Tom was lost to his own passion and my body seemed to be reacting of its own accord my mind was not following along. If I lost Tom now what would happen to me? He was a part of me as surely as my heart was no matter how twisted he was, no matter what he had actually done to become a part of me like this. I knew he was vital, something that would kill the host if it was removed. I felt Tom enter me; he moved suddenly and with a bit of violence hitting a spot deep inside me that made me see stars.

He became relentless and I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my thoughts were ripped from my mind for one perfect moment and then I was lost in a mindless pleasure so great that I wanted to stay that way forever. It didn't last forever though it was over as quickly as it had begun, and the aftershocks while pleasant were nothing compared to the actual moment, and I was left to brood again in and endless loop of questions that had no answers. Tom slipped out of me and kissed me along my throat for a long moment. He took my hand sighing in a way that wasn't tired but exasperated. He led me over to the large tub and helped me in. I was used this colder Tom with perfect manners.

I let the hot water relax me and let my body become weightless and float on the surface. I stared for a while at the chandelier overhead it glittered and winked at me. I had never dreamed of splendor quite like this. It had never been my wish to have a great amount of money or friends or fame, when I was little my greatest hope had only been for love, the love of a mother for its child, of a husband for a wife, just a loving family and I had been given those things and then they had been taken away and then I had been given those things again by the one who had repeatedly taken them away. How to explain and emotion like love, to me it seemed to be a condition of the mind; a very unhealthy one.

I let myself sink down into the tub it was deep, the water was tinted purple from the various bath oils and salts Tom had used. I spotted his legs ghostly looking under the water. I moved towards them and then resurfaced once I was closer; Tom had his head back causing his neck to be fully exposed. His skin was very smooth; he was in a much younger body. I stared at him in silence and he continued to look heavenward even though he knew I was watching him. He looked at me suddenly and then embraced me quickly. He began running his hands along my back in soothing caresses and kissing my face gently.

"You're so incredibly stubborn Harry. You refuse to relax. Alright ask away what is troubling you?"

I pulled away until Tom let me go and waded deeper into the tub which was deep enough to tread in.

"You're still Voldermort but you're not. You're a lot happier and I don't understand how you got a body. What is this body made of? How do you feel? Are you still immortal?"

Tom smiled at me in a gentle way, it was a very understanding smile and it made me angry. He pushed of the bench and came closer to me but he stopped a few inches sort.

"You worry too much Harry. I'll be honest with you. I do not know where the body came from. I feel the same as I did before better actually. You were right Harry; I do have enough strength to feel."

He moved closer and kissed me deeply. My hands rose by themselves to wrap in his hair, my fingers twisted and pulled until he was as close to me as he could possibly get. I wanted to hold him forever and never let go. I felt scared I was used to Tom being indestructible; he was supposed to be indestructible. I forced my hands from his silken hair and caressed his back.

"Tom, ahh…"

He was being very distracting now, I tried half-heartedly to push him away. He hadn't told me anything that I wanted to know. He was persistent though and I gave myself over to him. He was trying to exhaust me not that it often worked out for him, he usually passed out before he could exhaust me. I let him carry on with it though not exactly displeased with the results. He succeeded and had to carry me to the bedroom. I felt sated enough to just fall asleep but I sat up as soon as Tom placed me on the bed. He rolled his eyes at me and sighed loudly. I watched as he let himself fall backwards into the bed. He locked his eyes to the ceiling for a long moment and then he sat back up again and looked me in the eyes.

"Honestly Harry I don't know how I always forget how stubborn you are. You're infuriating you know that don't you?"

I nodded and climbed into Tom's lap. He embraced me and kissed my forehead managing to look very put upon.

"Harry, I don't want to worry you. I need you to focus on the plan and not become distracted by small details. I will concede that having emotions is not as blindingly weakening as I thought it be, but it does still cloud reason. You Harry are easily blinded by your emotions, so I ask you to remain as stoic as you possibly can."

I wouldn't deny that but I also wouldn't fail to point out that Tom was the one who benefited most from my 'blinding' emotions. I loved him deeply and that seemed more often than not to cause me to skim over most if not all of Tom's less then desirable qualities. I wanted to hear what he had to say though so I nodded and he smiled gently. He took a moment to stretch before speaking.

"I realized shortly after you disappeared from the forbidden forest that my responses, my emotional responses were different. It is difficult for me to process a wide range of emotion or at least it had been right up until that moment. I am sure that you've noticed that I process most things through anger no matter the root cause. I was only capable of two emotions, anger or satisfaction, I say satisfaction because it wasn't exactly happiness I felt."

Tom paused and sighed heavily I studied his face and realized that he looked quite tired. It wasn't anything physical but he looked so whole heartedly tired that I nearly wanted to tell him to forget it and go to sleep, but I did not, I could not for the entire world let him stop now. He slid down until he was lying flat on his back, he pulled me gently and I moved without much effort until I lay across his chest. He began to run his fingers through my hair and his long fingers began to gently graze my scalp. I was comfortable enough to fall asleep but my mind was nowhere near that state I would stay awake until I was sure that Tom had spoken as much as he could and told me all that he could.

"You complained about that, you used to call me cold. You were right I was cold but I was never emotionless. I wanted you to be happy and I felt badly that I was failing and the guilt was quickly processed as anger, I resolved to gather my horcruxes and keep them close as you suggested. I found that I was more stable and was able to discern more complex emotions and even at times keep them from being swallowed up by my ever present anger. The difference was subtle and did little to change my final reactions but the process was different from before. You know this though you were there after all."

I hummed in my throat to agree and relaxed further, I let my eyes close but did not allow myself to drift off or anywhere for that matter. I was firmly rooted to the sound of Tom's voice, to the sound of his heart. He continued on after another silent moment, I could have found out what he was thinking but I didn't. I usually did not want to know what he was thinking, I had found out very early on that his thoughts had very little to do with the final outcome, he thought of every possibility to a single situation and listening to him sort through that was enough to drive me mind so I had stopped. Listening to a mind like Toms was not for the faint of heart and it certainly wasn't for me.

"It was right after you tried to kill me. Whatever happened then, whatever that thing was that brought us through time was what caused this; whatever it is. At first I thought I was merely disoriented my thoughts were slower, to the point that even you could stand to hear them."

I swatted Tom and he smiled lightly, but the situation was heavy he had yet to come to the point and it was making me anxious.

"It wasn't until I couldn't find you that I noticed the real difference. I felt scared which caused me a small degree of anger but it was quickly overshadowed by nervousness and then sadness. It took me so long to finally feel angry and when it did happen it was not the anger that I expected, it was tinged with all these other things that threatened to overpower it all together. In short it wasn't the mindless fury that I was used to. It was more refined or perhaps it was more complicated than that. I felt anger but it was wrapped up in all these other feelings."

"Thankfully I was able to push the feelings aside and ignore them my proficiency in that was not affected. I turned my thoughts to the body since it was not the same. I ran some tests on it and found that the cells were different. After we went through the veil our bodies were simply frozen they never changed they never sustained damage, but through the magic we wrought the bodies remained alive even in this frozen state. The cells in this body are active, growing, even the body is young and not yet done growing and I found out at once that this body can sustain damage."

My eyes snapped open and I sat up so quickly that it made me dizzy. My heart was pounding in my chest, hammering against my rib cage. My heart that would not cease to beat even if a knife was plunged right into it, my heart was so powerful that it would draw the knife in and continue to beat and the blood that would pour from my chest if the knife was removed was not blood but magic and the flow would stem quickly, and there was nothing on this earth or beyond magic or physical that could destroy this body or stop it from reforming. Tom had been thorough in is research and had made sure that what could kill a vampire could not kill us. The bodies were truly and irrecoverably indestructible. The two us would have only each other in these bodies.

I had felt it since Tom's arrival that he was not quite the same. I kept waiting for him to explode but it never happened. Tom sat up and embraced me softly he kissed me over and over attempting to calm me down. I needed Tom to be indestructible, he had always been that way since the moment we meet and he turned his wand on me to kill me, he had been indestructible he had survived and I had survived. It was not imaginable that I would have to be locked in this body, to be trapped in it while he the creator died. I would not suffer the fate of this body alone.

"Harry calm down, I have a solution you must know that I do. How could have such little faith in me. I who have conquered death."

I stared at the vile Tom was now holding up to the light. Whatever was in it was clear and fractured the light into a myriad of colors. I stared at the vile but could not fathom what it was. He placed it on the bed and I followed its progression with a small inkling forming in the back of my mind. Whatever was in that vile was not the solution I was sure of it.

"You're body has changed as well Harry but only on the surface. It seems Valeel is trying to bring your cells back to life. It is happening very slowly, so far only your skin has changed, have you noticed that you are not so pale?"

I had noticed, I hadn't thought of it though. I didn't bother to ask when Tom had found the time to test my cells. He had probably done it while I was sleeping. I looked to the vile again. It was making me angry.

"Tom what is that?"

Tom smiled widely. He seemed very pleased with himself. He dragged me down onto his chest once more and began to run his fingers through my hair. I relaxed marginally but I was tightly wound now. The tension was enough that I could have easily destroyed this small town.

"I got a gift from Cullen. That vile contains enough venom to turn eight men into vampires."

The vile was becoming difficult to look at. It had been our first plan, we had set out first to become vampires. Of course once Tom had completed his research we had found that it was impossible. Of course we know knew that it was a lie, it was more than possible. We could become vampires and given time we could be as powerful as Valeel. The problem now was that vampires were dangerous and the drawbacks to becoming one were varied. The blood lust was difficult to control, the effects on the psyche were unknown, and I felt personally that Tom's psyche could not undergo such a drastic change. The other effects I was not sure of. The transformation though did not just involve the transformation of the body but also a transformation of the soul. Tom's soul could not undergo anymore transformations. Of course all of that could have been risked since I was sure that Tom would survive it in some form, my concern as it always was, was for Damien's safety. I would not trust a new vampire around such young and fresh blood.

"No. You will not use that venom Tom we have already found another way, if need be we can do it again. And if you are part of Voldermort then you can leave this body and merge back with the immortal one once we find it."

The vile disappeared and Toms brow creased deeply. It was difficult to see him so human; to see what he was feeling play across his face so plainly. I had wanted this Tom so badly and there had been times when I had him. But I did not want him at this price. I did want a mortal Tom he needed to be indestructible, Voldermort was indestructible.

"Harry I am weak like this, this body could die very easily and my soul could go with it."

No that could not happen! I hiccoughed and Tom embraced me swiftly pressing my face into his shoulder and making shushing sounds. It was too difficult to calm down though. Tom could not die. I felt my body shake with the power of my sobs and gave myself over completely to them.

"It's alright Harry, hush my sweet please. I can't stand crying, I hate it. Harry stop… STOP IT HARRY. I HATE IT. STOP IT NOW!"

Tom pushed away from me and grabbed his hair roughly as if he wanted to pull it right out of the roots. I collapsed onto the bed and buried my face into the pillow to try and stifle the sound of my sobs. Tom came back and began to rub circles into my back.

"Harry stop it."

I flipped over and held my breath. I stared at the chandelier. I wiped my face with my hands and sat up. Tom smiled at me tightly and I moved closer until I was in his arms. He held me loosely his whole body was tense. I hated myself for doing this to him.

"I don't want you to die but I don't want you to be a vampire Tom."

I felt Tom nod and then he pulled away from me. He ran his hand through his hair and then got of the bed altogether. I watched him cross the room and sit by the fireplace. My eyes lost focus and I stared into space for a moment trying to gather all the points of my argument into something coherent. After a time I got up as well and took the arm chair across from Tom I followed his lead and stared into the fire as well.

"Tom explain what you know about the transformation into a vampire. Tell me every detail that you can think of."

I felt his sigh more then I heard it. I stared at the fire willing it a bit higher with my mind. I was terribly cold.

"For muggles the transformation is painful and slow lasting a total of three days. The venom which only muggle vampires produce slowly kills the body leaving a certain type of magic which animates the body. The brain remains alive but mortal memories and feelings are quickly lost."

Tom paused here and I knew why, if he used the venom now he could very well emerge as a completely new person. My eyes did not leave the fire and I did not feel Tom's gaze on me. Something like this needed to be discussed with a certain detachment and the both of us were striving now to achieve that, so we could side step and emotional outbursts. The silence stretched on between us as I waited for Tom to continue, the fire popped loudly startling no one.

"The craving for blood is very prevalent in the beginning but tapers out over time, within a decade most have it under control. It is different for magical beings the actual process is more ritualistic involving the taking and giving of blood, the death of the body is quick and the blood lust is worse. I admit that I do not know what the effects are."

Tom's voice trailed off into silence and he listened to the fire once more. The flames danced in a nearly hypnotic rhythm the type of swirl that made children want to walk into the fire, even though they had been told numerous times that it was dangerous. A child could not understand why anything pretty would be dangerous, but it often was. If indeed there was someone who had created this world then it caused me to wonder at their personality, why were the most beautifully colored creatures often poisonous, why the most beautiful flower so deadly and destructive? There were no answers to questions like this and no answers to the questions I had asked Tom and I knew it bothered him. Tom was meticulous he gathered knowledge in the same way a vampire gathered blood, he would only jump into an unknown situation if he was desperate.

"It isn't safe for Damien or for you or me. I don't want to become a vampire. Is this your only option can't you make another horcrux?"

I heard Tom get up he crossed the small space between us and kneeled before me, he took both my hands in his and waited with infinite patience for me look at him. I took my time and looked at him briefly and then quickly away with my heart clenched painfully. I could see that Tom thought truthfully that he would die and he feared nothing but death. Tom squeezed my hands so tightly that it became painful.

"Is that what you want Harry? I'll do it but you have to tell me what it is you want."

I wrenched my hands free of Tom's death grip. Tom stood up and I wrapped my arms around myself feeling unbearably cold.

"Wouldn't you have a horcrux, I mean me and the other you, wouldn't we act as horcruxes if something happened?"

Tom stopped pacing and my teeth began to chatter. I felt Tom urge the fire higher then I had but it wasn't anything physical that was making me cold. Something in my soul had cracked open and it seemed to be freezing me from the inside out. I couldn't get myself to make a decision. If Tom didn't have so much of his soul he wouldn't be leaving so much of this up to me.

"It's true, you have a piece of my soul and so does he and the other one also. If this body was killed the soul would go to one of the three of you but…"

I looked up at Tom he was still now and his eyes were moving back and forth like he was reading a text of some kind.

"You don't want the venom Harry? Something about the vampire repulses you."

I shook my head vaguely not committing to yes or no. Vampires didn't repulse me and it wasn't my intention to force Tom to conclude that. I cared for the vampires like I cared for any other creature; not at all. It was Damien, I couldn't risk him while he was so young, of course we had no intention to keep him alive once he was appropriately aged, we would request that he undergo the same ritual we had undergone, request only and not demand, I had been very clear on that. Not everyone feared death the way Tom did.

"We have no chance against them, they are too powerful, I can find other ways to secure my life, but becoming a vampire now seems like the most viable one. It is the most sensible one at any rate, considering what we are up against."

I got up and went to the next room and went into the bed. I burrowed under the sheets trying to get warm. Tom came in silently after a few moments but he did not pass the door, I felt his gaze on me.

"If this body is killed my soul will go to Voldermort or to you, the better case scenario being Voldermort. The problem lies with which one. There is a piece of my soul in the future and a piece of soul right here in this present time. If my soul goes into you it could drive you mad and there is no question that the Voldermort of this time will try and kill you to get it out. I would never harm Damien, I would leave if I had to, to keep him safe. There are spells to block whatever scent he might have. You need to trust me Harry, no matter how deranged I can be, there is not one part of me no matter how base that would willingly harm an heir."

I moved out of my cocoon of blankets and held out my arms for Tom, he complied at once and I moved as close to him as possible and felt a bit warmer once he wrapped me in his arms. I looked up and nearly thought that Tom was sleeping except that he was still frowning slightly. He sat up abruptly and I did as well pulling the blanket up to my chin.

"Harry this body is mortal. I have three possible horcruxes all of which are living, which means none of them are stable, this soul may or may not be able to find them. Your body is very slowly coming back to life. We agreed to be immortal I need to…"

I laid my hand on top of Tom's and he closed his eyes. I squeezed gently but he didn't respond.

"Why are you so afraid of death Tom?"

He pulled his hand away from mine and turned around so his back was facing me. I moved closer until I could comfortably rest my head on his shoulder.

"Tom please tell me what scares you so much about dying?"

I began play with his hair and kiss his cheek.

"I'm not scared of anything."

I rolled over even though it meant a loss of contact with Tom and the cold came back terribly.

"There is nothing when you die, there isn't anything at all and that is what I am scared of Harry. I fear nothing."

The chandelier was glittering above, the light it produced was bright and pure. It was made up of thousands of crystals and in each one was a little fairy. They did nothing but glow, they lived to give light it made them happy. They didn't notice that the crystals encasing them forever were both their coffin and their home, as long as they could shine they were happy.

"How can you believe there is nothing after death Tom?"

I heard him sigh heavily.

"There is nothing for me Harry. Everything I want is here, on the other side whatever it is, there is nothing waiting for me, unless it is hell."

One of the fairies had died and the crystal was turning black around it, It would look like onyx soon enough, the chandelier had many of these onyx crystals dispersed around its large design. The chandelier made much more sense now. Tom seemed to love them even though they were expensive and needed to be replaced quickly. The design of it was cruel to the fairies they would die one by one and the ones left would shine brighter which only caused them to die faster.

"Keep the venom Tom and we will research it, if it comes to it we will use it and once we are home again we will have our bodies back."

Tom breathed through his noise in a quick huff. I was making him angry.

"There is no future Harry! Why don't you understand that?"

I blinked feeling tears spring back into my eyes, I fought them back angrily.

"Of course there is a future Tom. We'll be home again, everything will be like it was."

I was a little disgusted with my whiny tone of voice and it was clear that Tom was disgusted with me as well.

"No Harry we will not be going home to anything, we have to start fresh from right here, the time we left is dead, Valeel signed its death warrant when he took you from me. The Voldermort in the future will make that world his grave, we must start here, we must alter every choice we've ever made. I will study the venom more thoroughly but then I will use it, it is what needs to be done."

Tom pulled me into his arms and I felt warm again. He kissed me all over my face and hair until I fell asleep with him whispering tales of glory in my ear, new glory and new strength and finally another new order. I slept peacefully and in the morning Damien was there to greet me with his usual bright smile and large innocent eyes.

"Papa."

I kissed his soft cheek and he moved close until I could cradle him against my chest and he fell asleep once more. Tom came in the room silently with a tray of breakfast floating behind him.

"Why were you flirting with Cullen yesterday?"

Damien's eyes snapped open and he sat up and looked around the room for Tom, his face broke into a wide grin when he saw him.

"Daddy!"

Tom smiled and a tray settled in front of Damien with bangers and mash.

"Good morning sweetheart."

Damien eyes widened and he dug into his breakfast, he didn't emerge again until it was finished whatever he dropped was charmed to disappear.

"Good morning are you still feeling cold?"

I stared at my breakfast trying to muster up a tenth of my sons enthusiasm but my stomach kept turning and clenching.

"Do you know why that is Tom? The cold I mean."

He looked thoughtful for a moment and his eyes drifted to the fake sunshine streaming out of the charmed windows.

"Physical reaction to mental stress, something like shock."

I nodded leaving my tray were it was and picking up Damien who was staring forlornly at his empty plate. I tickled him to get him to laugh and headed to the washroom. Tom was still staring out the window lost in thought.

"Not now I suppose for Damien's safety, yes we must keep him safe, spells cannot always be trusted."

Tom's voice sounded very detached, I nodded even though I wasn't sure he was even talking to me and he couldn't see me anyhow since he was still staring out the window. I closed the bedroom door and bathed and dressed Damien quickly. Nanette was waiting as usual right on time. I handed Damien over and planted a big kiss on his cheek and closed the door. Tom still hadn't emerged from the bedroom. I turned around to head back up the stairs and jumped about a foot in the air.

"Tom!"

He smiled already dressed with his hair in perfect order. I hated when he moved about like a ghost.

"Sorry Harry I didn't mean to startle you. You never answered my question."

I fought the urge to sigh loudly or to run. Tom was not pleased and he was being a little to coldly polite. He was stressed out which was normal given our situation but it was not altogether safe. I reached around to open the closet door since he didn't seem very inclined to move.

"Which question Tom?"

He turned suddenly and got my coat out of the closet. He held it open for me automatically; I turned my back to him so I could slip my arms into the sleeves. He turned me around swiftly and began to button the coat weaving warming charms into it as he did so.

"It's going to be a little cold today, and I really do want to know why you were flirting with Cullen?"

Tom's eyes flashed red and I backed up quickly. He calmed himself smiling once more and getting his own coat out of the closet.

"I was merely helping, we need him thoroughly confused and he hates you. So if he likes me he will be too conflicted to act, he's already worried about me actually. You are good at manipulation Tom but we need to really get into peoples hearts and your tactics don't exactly work with what I have in mind. Don't get all worked up I'm not interested in Cullen."

He nodded stiffly at me and melted just a bit.

"I suppose that is true, while I can pretend I cannot do it as well as you. I don't have the light inside me to confuse people into believing I am actually good, I cannot shine so bright merely glimmer faintly. Do what you feel is best but keep Cullen in line. He already has feelings for you."

I opened the door and Tom followed. Was that why Tom had chosen Edward to curse? Because he had feelings for me? I felt strange about it. We hadn't really resolved what to do about Tom's mortal body in my mind. It was clear to me that he also didn't really want to use the venom but he would because he needed to. I still wasn't sure if that was for the best though. We could wait until we could safely enter England and do what we had done before with the veil. The school came into view quickly, Tom had been speeding.

"They're still crying over that girl. The wolves are not reacting to her death yet. I suppose they need evidence that one of them did it. Who should it be next Harry?"

I didn't bother trying to explain to Tom that the girl had only died yesterday. I didn't much care who was killed next, I shrugged and Tom smiled pleased with my reaction. He hated when I got sappy over a few deaths. I just didn't want people to die needlessly and he always failed to understand that. These deaths were serving a purpose.

"Another student since the wolves are so young, one more outside the school, a boy this time."

I smiled and nodded really not caring much at all we needed to attract attention to Forks now so it would be ignored in the future.

"Tom kill whomever you please but remember you promised you wouldn't need more than ten so be mindful of that. Try not to kill only students you'll cause depression which may lead to suicide which may lead to people moving away, and we can't have the town empty. Just stagger the deaths throughout the population of Forks, if there all from the school then the police might start to question the students as well."

Tom nodded and leaned over to kiss me.

"That's why I need you Harry. You think of things that never occur to me."

"There isn't anything that doesn't occur to you Tom."

He smiled brightly and got out of the car to open my door for me. The parking lot was full, even though none of the students looked like they wanted to be at school. Parents had probably forced them to come. Edward came over to us with Bella who was smiling nervously. It was clear to me that he did not want to do this. Tom was making him. Edward's smile looked painful other than that he looked completely natural. I felt nearly guilty for smiling and waving happily but he did seem to cheer up when he saw me and his eyes came back to life. I stared into his eyes for a moment noting how unique the color was. Tom took hold of my hand and I blinked. I looked at Tom who was glaring at Edward act forgotten. I pulled him along quickly and squeezed his hand, he squeezed back hard.

'Tom calm down, I told you I'm playing with him.'

Tom smiled at some passing students and opened his locker.

'I'm calm. He likes you. He wants you. I don't like the way he looks at you.'

I opened my locker as well and took out my books. I smiled slightly at a few students who lingered and they smiled back shyly.

'I want him to like me Tom, I can't help how he looks at me.'

The atmosphere in the classroom was strange. Tom made his way to the back of the classroom and I followed him and took my seat quickly. The feelings of the students were interesting. There was nothing like death to show you the nature of people. Teenagers were an interesting group and right now they all seemed to be having a fight between the resilient child and the emerging adult. I wanted to laugh but it wouldn't sit well at the moment.

The teacher began to speak and I drifted away, the flashbacks had been quiet lately and I was grateful. I thought of Ron and Hermione even Dumbledore. I thought of them constantly. The way I had killed them was a waiting nightmare ready to spring at any moment, like lurking spiders. I didn't know what to hope for. I was not the Harry they knew or loved and I couldn't see a way to become that Harry ever again, even if I still retained his light.

Next Chapter: Edward has some fantasies about Harry, and Bella catches him in the act…