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: "He'll need to go to the hospital wing!" Headmaster Dippet was saying loudly. "He's ill, he's injured Dumbledore."

"I am well aware Headmaster; I shall take him to the hospital wing myself." Looking down at the bloody boy that was in his arms he watched as his eyes flickered back and forth.

Stepping carefully around the pool of blood, Dumbledore moved quickly threw the eager crowd leaving them in their own state of curiosity and shock.

August – 1937

"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?"

After side apparating alongside Dumbledore, Thomas looks up in amazement; straight ahead of them where a large pair of golden gates, flanked on either side by stone creatures which later Thomas found out was winged boars.

A single horseless carriage stood waiting for them just a few steps away. Thomas followed Dumbledore as they walked towards it. Dumbledore climbed into the carriage gracefully and offered Thomas a hand up.

Ignoring the offer Thomas follows and the carriage door snaps shut, and a few minutes later with a great lurch, the carriage was rumbling and splashing its way up the track towards Hogwarts castle.

Leaning against the window, Thomas could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and simmering behind the thick curtain of rain. Lighting flashed brightly across the sky as their carriage jerked to an abrupt stop before the great oak front doors, which stood at a flight of stone steps.

Thomas and Dumbledore quickly exited the carriage and dashed up the steps to avoid the rain.

Looking up only when he got into the warm castle, his mouth dropped open slightly as his eyes took in the sight before him; the Entrance Hall was lit by a few torches on the marble walls.

"Thomas?" Dumbledore questions lightly.

Turning his head towards Dumbledore's voice, Thomas meets the light blue eyes.

"Yes Professor?"

"The sorting ceremony won't be taking place for a couple hours yet and I have a bit of business to attend to, so I have decided to take you to the Library; there is a fascinating book in there called Hogwarts A History if you wish to read it, get you better acquaint with a few things."

Nodding his approval, Thomas follows Dumbledore into the Library.

"I will come and get you half an hour before your grade is too being sorted." Dumbledore's eyes sparkled softly.

Barely even acknowledging what Dumbledore had said to him, Thomas walks further into the Library eyes wide at such a large collection of tomes.

Running his fingers along the spines of a few books, Thomas finally comes across Hogwarts A History, picking it up he walks towards a table; sits down and opens the book.

Not even getting to read the first paragraph of the large tome, darkness swallows him and he finds himself looking into Harry's green eyes.

Shivering in slight apprehension Thomas steps a few paces away from the boy, wrapping his arms around himself in a form of protection.

"Thomas..." the familiar hiss called to him.

Defiantly Thomas glares at Harry hissing back.

"What do you want from me?"

With a blink of an eye Harry is in front of Thomas his fingers grazing down his throat.

Harry's eyes were once again a dark crimson; taking in a shaky breath of air Thomas grabs Harry's hand.

"I want you of course Thomas...your mine." Harry hisses in slight anger.

"I'm NOT YOURS." Thomas voice echoes all around them.

Smirking slightly Harry rips his hand out of Thomas's hold and touches his fingers to Thomas faintly parted lips.

"I like it when you're angry Thomassss, the power I feel is such a rush." Closing his eyes Harry leans forward and rests his forehead gently against Thomas's own.

Thomas doesn't move; slowly his eyes close on their own accord, he moans softly as he feels magic gently creasing his skin.

Harry pants softly his eyes opening only a little bit raising his fingers to the back of Thomas's head he pulls him slightly further until his lips touch Thomas softly.

Thomas's eyes open in shock and Harry's gone, his eyes glassy Thomas looks down at the book he was about to read, sighing Thomas stands up away from the table.

He doesn't feel like reading it anymore.