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: Frantic voices became clearer around him as he woke from the dream. A gentle hand touched his shoulder and he flinched from it. "Don't touch me." He hoarsely whispers while wiping his hand over his bloody mouth and promptly faints.

February – 1997

Grey and green eyes meet and clashed 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."

Lucius Malfoy nodded with cool indifference and stepped aside to let Harry inside his home.

"We shall take this to my office Mr. Potter would u care for anything?"

Harry followed Lucius into his office slowly taking in his surroundings.

"Do you have the truth potion on you Lucius?" Harry asked softly while taking a seat.

"Why would I need the truth potion Mr. Potter?" Lucius sneered.

"Because under normal circumstances if someone came to me and told me what I am about to tell you I wouldn't believe a word they said without it." Harry sneered back.

Reaching into his desk draw, Lucius pulls out a small vial, moving to stand beside him he uncorks the bottle.

"Open your mouth and put your tongue out Mr. Potter."

Lucius places one single drop onto Harry's tongue. Moving to behind his desk Lucius sits down gazing curiously at the young man in front of him waiting for the potion to show its normal effects as it kicked in.

Harry's shoulders slumped downwards his whole body relaxing from its tenseness; his mind went completely blank and numb. Outside his body Harry knew his eyes had turned glossy.

"What is your name?"

"Harry James Potter." Harry replies in a monotone voice.

"What are your parent's names?" Lucius sits back lazily into his chair inwardly his stomach was twitching in glee.

"James Harrison Potter, Lillian Marie Evans nee Potter."

"Now Mr. Potter getting straight to the subject what exactly brings you here?" Lucius leans forward in interest his eyes glowing.

"Ever since I was little I kept seeing this boy it wasn't until years later that I finally figured out who this person was...he came to me almost like a ghost like form and at first I thought I was imagining things because of the constant pain and for I believed that magic was not real but oh no...He just kept coming." Harry started causally.

A confused frown crossed Lucius's face, his fingers lightly tapped against the polished wood of his desk as he pauses to think of the next question he wishes to ask.

"And who exactly was this young boy Mr. Potter?" He asks in curiosity. Harry spoke softly and yet his voice seemed to surround the whole room at his next words.

"He is...now known as The Dark Lord Voldermort but back then his name was simply Thomas...Thomas Marvolo Riddle…"