Title: Running Away
Summary: Strong, darkish, HOT, Harry! It's time to get rid of this pitiful Gryffindor mask, and become the Slytherin I was supposed to be. This is the re-write! WARNING SLASH HPTR.
Warnings: SLASH (male/male) pairings, swearing, violence, Evil! Slytherin! Harry!
Pairings: HP/TMR ?
Disclaimer: What are u looking at me for? I don't own it!
Previously: Grey and green eyes meet and clash fiercely each one taking in the others presence. Looking away with indifference Harry brushes his bangs away from his eyes, he lets his aura escape its confinement and it pulses and crackles around him like a warm blanket, warning the man in front of him to be cautious.
Harry looks up at the calm and cold mask of Lucius Malfoy and smirks slightly. "We have a lot to discuss Luciusssssss."
August - 1936
"Thomas..." whispered an enchanted voice.
Goose bumps appeared on his arms a shiver going down his spine. He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
"Thomas…" the voice grew louder in his ears.
All he could see was a faint light deciding to take action he moves towards the light. "Who are you?" he hoarsely screams.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME"
"Thomas…" the voice resounded in his mind this time making him shiver once again tears beginning to pool in his eyes.
"It's just a dream, just a dream." He wraps his arms tightly around himself as he continues to move forward into the light. The light becomes brighter making his eyes squint and then close.
"BOY! COME HERE NOW!" bellowed an unexpected angry voice making Thomas flinch back in fear.
"Yes Uncle?" said a timid young voice.
Thomas opened his eyes to see a fat man; his face turning a ugly purple colour, a thin boy about his age walked into the kitchen where he and the fat man where standing.
Another bright light exploded and the scene changed again, this time Thomas was in a...cupboard. The same young boy he saw before but this time he was bleeding profusely from his wrists and chest, bruises marked his skin everywhere Thomas looked. Pausing in shock as the boys eyes open and look straight at him, his hoarse voice whispering two words that made Thomas's soul cry out in agony.
"Help me..."
Blinking in shock; Thomas made to move and help the boy but he was stuck to where he was standing forced to watch.
"Who did this to you?" Thomas asked the boy softly trying not to scare him; yet inside his veins boiled with intense rage.
A loud thumping noise made the boy's dark emerald eyes widened in fear and flicker to the door of the cupboard and suddenly and forcefully the cupboard was opened by the same ugly fat man who held a blooded whip in his hand his dirty brown eyes gleaming in hate.
A bubbling scream was ripped from Thomas's throat, blood gurgling and rising out of his lips as the whip descended upon the other boy making blood rise to his arms as if he were the one being hit.
A screeching voice roused him from his dream heavy hands landed upon his shoulders forcing him to wake.
"Riddle! You must wake your scaring the other children."
Someone was calling to him reaching inside his mind almost caressing him. He watched wide eyed as the eyes so much like his own... the voice was trying desperately to bring him back into the vision like dream.
The boys eyes started to close on their own accord and everything went black.
Frantic voices became clearer around him as he woke from the dream. The hands shook him once again bringing him out of the daze he was in.
"Don't touch me." He hoarsely whispers while wiping his hand over his bloody mouth and promptly faints.