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: "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?"
August – 1937
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.
Thomas's breathe catches in the back of this throat; as the double doors to the Great Hall opened before his eyes; golden plates and goblets gleaming by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in mid air.
The four long tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of the fifth table, facing their pupils.
Walking further into the Hall Thomas noticed that all the first years excluding him appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailing. All of them were shivering. Smirking to himself Thomas looks up at Dumbledore as he places a three legged stool on the ground before them, and on top of the stool sat an extremely old, dirty patched wizard hat.
For a moment as Thomas and the rest of the first years plus everyone else eyes stared at the batted old hat, there was silence. Then a tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat to Thomas's surprise and horror broke into song.
'A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards renowned,
Whose names are still well known,
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan,
To educate young wizards and witches,
Thus Hogwarts School began,
Now each of these four founders,
Formed their own house for each,
Did value different virtues,
In the ones they had to teach,
By Gryffindor, the bravest were,
Prized far beyond the rest,
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest,
Would always be the best,
For Hufflepuff, hard workers,
Most worthy of admission,
And power hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide,
Their favourites from the thong,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones,
When they were dead and gone,
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head,
The founders put some brains in me,
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your head,
And tell ya'll where you belong!'
The Great Hall rang with applause as the sorting hat finished. Thomas stared in horror at the hat.
Someone nudged his side harshly, looking around at them Thomas sneers unkindly.
"What?"
A blonde boy sneered back indicating over at the hat.
"Fifthly thing isn't it."
Nodding in agreement Thomas turns back to face the front of the Hall, Professor Dumbledore was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stool. When the Hat announces your house, you will go sit with the appropriate table."
"Ackerly, Stewart!"
Thomas watched as a boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on and sat down on the stool.
"Ravenclaw!" shouted the Hat.
Stewart Ackerly took off the Hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him.
"Malfoy, Abraxas!"
The blonde boy that had nudged him before moved forward sneered, picked the Hat up sat down and as he was about to place the Hat onto his head it screamed out.
"Slytherin!"
Malfoy smirked and walked towards the only house that was giving him applause.
The sorting continued; boys and girls with varying degrees of fright on their faces moving, one by one, to the three legged stool the line dwindled as Professor Dumbledore came closer and closer to the R's; all the while Thomas looked uninterested around the room.
"Oh hurry up." Thomas says angrily under his breath.
Finally Thomas's name was called.
"Riddle, Thomas!"
Bracing himself, he walks up towards the Hat sneering slightly he places it upon his head and sits on the three legged stool.
Everything disappears from his eyes, the students the teachers even the Hats voice, and all he can see is Harry's glowing green eyes in front of him.
Harry smirks at him, pushes of the wall where he was leaning against and stalks towards him an evil glint shining in his eyes.
Thomas eyes go wide and he gulps in fright.