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: "It will be painful, but I expected you already knew that Mr. Potter?" Lucius says softly as he licks Harry's blood of his clawed fingers.

Nodding Harry's eyes turned a bright crimson.

"So it has begun." Whispers filled the room as Harry laid down waiting for the ritual to commence.

August – 1937

Thomas eyes fly open and as suddenly as it happened it was all gone and his green eyes meet the blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore's.

Thomas watched as Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed as if saying something, but Thomas didn't hear a thing as the boys voice whispered in his mind.

"My name is...Harry."

Touching his lips softly remembering when Harry had touched his lips to his own.

Thomas brought out of his reeve as a large hand places itself upon his shoulder, looking up Thomas glares slightly at Albus Dumbledore brushing the old man's hand off of him.

"How are we exactly getting there Sir?" Thomas hisses out angrily.

"We will be side-apparating today Tom." Dumbledore says merrily clearly ignoring Thomas's foul mood.

"And what exactly is "side-apparating" Sir?" Thomas asks generally curious, his foulness forgotten for the moment.

Dumbledore peers over his half moon spectacles slightly surprised by Thomas's question.

"It is a very difficult form of magic Tom; it is where a witch or a wizard thinks of a destination, disappears and then reappears where they want to go almost instantly after they think it."

Looking up at Dumbledore with annoyance he crosses his arms against his chest.

"I have done that by myself Sir and it isn't that difficult!"

Frowning down at Thomas, Dumbledore steps closer towards him.

"You must not do that again Tom, not until you're older and pass the test."

"You have to pass a test to apparate?" Thomas asks in horror.

"Oh yes," said Dumbledore, tucking something into his pocket. "The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple wizards the other day for Apparating without a licence. When it is not done properly it can lead to nasty complications. The pair that I am talking about went and splinched themselves."

"Erm...what exactly is "splinch" Professor?" Thomas asked dumbly.

Patiently Dumbledore explained. "They left half of themselves behind, so of course they were stuck. Couldn't move either way, had to wait until the Accidental Magic reversing squad came to sort them out. Meant a fair bit of paper work, I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they had left behind..."

"Oh..." Whispered Thomas quietly to himself, looking back up at Dumbledore a bewilder expression came upon his scrunched up face.

"What are Muggles?"