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: "And then I was sitting in my dormitory and he appeared before me, he looked different...changed. I picked up on it straight away and asked...no more like demanded him to tell me what he had done. He told me that he had split his soul in halves killed a mudblood and set a snake on the students of Hogwarts. He explained his theory to me saying that he had to do what he did because he wanted to be alive for when I was born, take me away and share his memories with me about our time spent together. I was naturally horrified."
August – 1937
"I see things others can't, I feel it as if I'm the one it's being done too and I have the markings too prove it. I make the other children hurt when their mean to me calling me a freak." He pauses lightly and watches as Dumbledore moves to exit his room.
"Ohh and I can speak to snakes; they find me…whisper things."
Thomas was excited for his first year at Hogwarts Witch craft and Wizardry. Things were looking up for Thomas Riddle not only was he going to start learning and advancing in his magical abilities he also was sleeping properly.
"No more dark haired, green eyed boys to bother me or crappy orphanage for the next eight months!" Thomas grins to himself.
Looking around his small like room, Thomas makes sure he hasn't left anything behind.
"Everything packed and ready to go Tom." Says Albus Dumbledore softly.
Jumping in shock Thomas spins around and glares at Dumbledore.
"Don't do that and yes everything is packed and ready to go Professor." He sneers and dusts invisible dirt off of his clothes as if just being in Dumbledore's presence just made him feel dirty.
"Very well we shall be leaving with haste then."
"Yes sir." Looking back into his room Thomas takes another quick look around his room and suddenly darkness surrounds his sight leaving him in an empty dark room.
"Oh no…" he whispers to himself, his voice echoing around him.
"Thomas..." Whispers a voice in his ear.
"What do you want!" he croaks out.
"Thomas…" the voice becomes persistent invisible hands were grabbing him everywhere roughly.
"Ahhh! Don't TOUCH ME!" He screams out.
Instantly the hands disappeared, the dark room became surrounded in light and the same young boy he saw from his dreams was standing in front of him.
"Who are you?" Thomas stutters out in fear.
The dark haired boys hand raises and he points at Thomas face he says nothing. Stepping closer to the boy Thomas notices the boys green eyes had turned a dark crimson and his eyes…they had started to bleed.