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: 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.

February – 1942

"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.

Harry woke up, so warm, so very sleepy, that he didn't open his eyes, wanting to drop off again. The room was still dimly lit; he was sure it was still night time, and had a feeling that he couldn't have been asleep very long.

Then he heard whispering all around him.

"They will wake him if they don't shut up."

"What are they shouting about? Nothing else can have happened, can it?"

Harry opened his eyes blearily. Someone had removed his glasses. He could see the fuzzy outline of a middle aged witch and a light blonde wizard close by. The middle aged witch was on her feet.

"That's Dippet's voice,' she whispered."And that's Dumbledore's, isn't it? But...what exactly are they arguing about?"

Now Harry could hear them, too: people shouting and running towards the hospital wing.

"Regrettable, but all the same, Dumbledore –'Headmaster Dippet was saying loudly.

"He is no threat Headmaster, he is badly injured we cannot..." Dumbledore's sentence was cut off by Dippet's angry voice.

"Hogwarts is supposed to be the safest place in Europe Dumbledore! And poof! Just like that he appears in the bloody Great Hall out of nowhere! You can't just poof into Hogwarts. What are the parents that hear about this going to say?" He rambled off hysterically.

Silence echoed around them and then Harry heard the hospital wings doors burst open. Unnoticed by the people surrounding his bed; all whom were staring at the doors as the light hair wizard pulled back the screens, Harry sat up, and put his glasses on.

Dippet came striding up the ward. Professor Dumbledore and a person Harry didn't recognise.

"Where's the Head Boy?" Dippet demand of the middle aged witch.

"He's not here,' said the middle aged witch."This is the Hospital wing Headmaster don't you think you should-'

"No I shall not, not until I know some bloody answers around here." Dippet exclaimed hotly.

Dumbledore sighed wearily and looked up to meet the boy's startling green eyes.

"You're awake." Dumbledore said in clear astonishment.

"WHAT?" Came from several different voices in the confide space around Harry's bed and all eyes turned towards him, some in pity, some in fear.

Looking up at everyone around the room Harry grips his wand tightly speaking for the first time since he awoke.

"Where is Thomas Riddle?"