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Haraldr had to go back to Hogwarts, leaving Tom to continue his business by himself. As the months passed, Tom continued to amass a legion of followers that would gladly do his bidding no matter what. They were honored to be a part of Heir Slytherin's future for wizarding Britain.
During Haraldr's absence, Tom began his hunt for more objects to use as Horcruxes. Having already created too, his diary and the Gaunt ring, he needed more. More fail-safes. He wasn't a Slytherin for nothing.
After a little digging, Tom had finally managed to learn the location of Hufflepuffs cup, which also happened to be the location of Slytherin's Locket. Hepzibah Smith was also doing what Tom was doing. Attempting to collect all of the Founders Items. Not for the same reasons of course but the fact that she had two had severely lowered the difficulty for Tom. He charmed the two objects off of her, and then killing her which had been rather easy. And the poor House Elf was easily influenced into believing that it had committed the murder.
Tom was pleased with himself. He only had to find the appropriate time to turn both into Horcruxes.
He ended up making the Locket into a Hocrux next, and he wore always, to signify his relationship with his noble line. He felt proud, especially after learning how to Hepzibah had come into contact with a locket. She purchased it from Borgin and Burkes and Borgin had gotten it from none other than Tom's own mother. When Tom had enough followers, he would send Borgin a little wake up call. How dare he pay merely a Galleon for the great Salazar Slytherin's Noble Locket. He would learn very well not to underestimate this better line.
Tom was pleasantly surprised to find Haraldr in the Leaky Cauldron on Christmas Eve night. The boy was dressed warmly according to the weather, and was holding a small bag. The moment he saw Tom, his eyes lit up and he dashed on over.
It had been a gift, for Tom. No one but Hadrian had ever bought him a gift before, and that had been thirteen years ago, so he was unsure of how to accept it. But Haraldr insisted on it and Tom learned that this gift was a brand new wand holster for his arm. Made of dragon-hide.
Tom had not thought to get Haraldr any gifts, so he had to improvise at the last second. Hissing lightly to himself, he pulled Slytherin's Locket from his neck and stepped forward to slip it over Haraldr's head. With a small parselmagic spell, he made certain that only Haraldr would be able to remove the locket, and that anyone else who tried would receive grievous injury. Also, if anyone else tried to touch it other than he or Haraldr they would promptly be Stupefied.
He was the owner of the legendary Slytherin Locket and he was not taking any chances that someone - Dumbledore perhaps - would take an interest in Haraldr's new possession and try to remove it from him. Dumbledore always felt the need to put his nose where it didn't belong and Tom wasn't having any of it. Not. One. Bit.
Haraldr had taken to it like it was a treasure and smiled, promising to 'keep it safe, always'.
Tom felt like he'd succeeded. And his Horcrux would protect Haraldr at all costs.
The passing of Haraldr's birthday was celebrated with Tom in Fortescue's. Haraldr love sorbet and when Tom offered to get him some for finally making it to fifteen, he jumped the older wizard and pecked him on the cheek in gratitude.
Tom was simply happy to finally be happy again.
The rest of their summer followed in much similar fashion.
Haraldr started his fifth year on a high note. He sent Tom a letter every other day and was happy to tell him all that was going on in Hogwarts.
Haraldr had finally gotten his revenge on those bullies he'd told Tom about. After spending his summer with Tom he'd learned a plethora of spells to use and he'd finally done what he wanted, without getting caught too!
Tom was so proud.
For several months, they corresponded back and forth. They spoke of the end of the war and how some of Grindelwald's followers were still lurking about, trying to get revenge for their fallen leader. They spoke of how annoying they found Dumbledore to be and how he couldn't seem to keep his nose out of the Slytherins' business. Haraldr mentioned Dumbledore had been staring at him a lot recently and Tom was not pleased.
What if Dumbledore attempted to use Legilimency on his Haraldr? Dumbledore could do it. And he would just to spite Tom.
The dreaded news came Christmas day of 1945. Albus Dumbledore had decided to pull Haraldr aside and inquire about his locket, which was actually Tom's locket. In the barest of answers, Haraldr explained that it was a gift from a friend and that it was meant to protect him in times of need. Dumbledore tried to claim that it was a dark artifact - though it actually was - and attempted to remove it himself, only to have his hands burned in the process. All other attempts were met with perfect resistance and Haraldr was given detention with Dumbledore for no reason other than refusing to remove it.
And then Haraldr went to Dippet and told him what Dumbledore had done, apparently embellishing a few things to make it seem as if Dumbledore's dislike of Slytherins had played a large part in their kerfuffle, therefore making Haraldr seem like he was telling the truth. Dippet did not appreciate Dumbledore's attitude toward the Slytherins, Slughorn even less so.
Haraldr got away without further incident, but not without the wrath of Dumbledore hanging over his head.
Tom warned him to stay as far away from the old wizard as possible. Because Dumbledore never treated anything that could possibly have anything to do with Slytherin, as a good thing. Never any respect. Always scorn.
It was well into January, when Tom was working with a client, that the Wizarding Wireless Network had come alive, all music stopping as the announcer informed wizarding Britain that some of Grindelwald's followers were attacking Hogsmeade in an attempt to bring Dumbledore out into the open. And it was a Hogsmeade weekend for the students. Haraldr was planning to stock up on supplies.
Tom had left Borgin and Burke's post haste, ignoring the screaming witch behind him. He Apparated once safe to do so, appearing within the small alley behind the Hog's Head.
Screams filled the air and he could see Hogwarts students running for cover. Explosions covered the little village as wizards and witches ran back and forth. Walking among the mess, was none other than Albus Dumbledore, taking on at least ten wizards at once, with apparent ease.
Tom could do it then. Kill the old fool and have it easily blamed on the foreign wizards already shooting the Killing Curse at him, but he couldn't waste time. He had to find Haraldr. That was his top priority.
He hissed, demanding his magic to point him to his friend and to his Horcrux.
He felt the pull, it was warm and tingled down his spine, directing him to where he needed to go.
He ducked underneath a stray curse, sending a nasty cutting curse back in the same direction. He sidestepped a dead body, not caring that it was a Hogwarts student. They weren't Haraldr and that made them unimportant.
And then he saw it. Haraldr was in the middle of a duel with a grown wizard. The man had blond hair and a sneer worthy of a Malfoy. And he was yelling taunts about Haraldr being a weak child.
Without preamble, Tom let loose an overpowered severing charm, taking the man's head clean off. Haraldr spun around, instant relief covering his face when his eyes landed on Tom. The younger teen proceeded to limp on over, wrapping his arms around Tom and let out a cry that Tom never wanted to hear again.
"Haraldr, we need to leave," Tom said, pulling them both into a nearby alley where he could find a good point to prepare Haraldr for Apparition.
"Wh-where are w-we going?"
"Diagon Alley perhaps. The Leaky Cauldron," Tom said, moving to wrap his arms around the smaller wizard.
And suddenly, things were moving too fast. One second, Tom was holding Haraldr, the next, he was pushed to the cold, snow covered ground and a heavy weight landed on his stomach.
Haraldr let out a low cry, rolling off Tom and landing on the ground with a thump. Tom saw what had caused him to make such a noise and felt his heart drop. Not again. Haraldr was supposed to be the reincarnation of Hadrian but not to this extent!
His hands moved to block the blood that was flowing out of the large gash on Haraldr's chest. It ran from his left shoulder to his right hip and was much too large to cover completely. And Tom didn't know any Healing because he hadn't thought he'd need to learn any of it!
"Haraldr, you can't leave me! You can't!" A near perfect mimicry of his words from so many years ago.
Haraldr, though gasping and crying, was smiling at Tom. A familiar smile that Tom didn't want to see again. "Tom," he said softly. Too soft. "I'm not leaving for good."
No.
"I will always come back to you."
Tom numbly clutched Slytherin's Locket in his hand. How many times was this going to occur before he could finally be happy?
He knew who did it.
From their position, only one person had clear view of him. Only one person with that kind of aim.
With gritted teeth, Tom slipped the locket over his head and breathed deeply, his anger rising, festering within him like an untended wound. Poisoning him. Harsh, searing, biting.
Dumbledore would pay.
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