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: 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.

February – 1942

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?"

"Who are you?" Spat Dippet his bottom lip curling up in an ugly snarl.

Harry stared cross eyed at the wand in front of his face, his green eyes travelled up to the wizard's face. The Headmasters expression was scrunched up in anger, his teeth where grinding making his jaw taunt with aggression. Looking properly around the room for the first time since the wand was shoved into his face; Harry noticed Dumbledore pacing back and forth, looking over his shoulder in apprehension of what the Headmaster was about to do; Harry guessed.

The middle aged witch was standing near a chair looking on in horror of the Headmaster's actions. Her eyes flicking between, Dumbledore, Dippet and himself; Harry tugs his hair in annoyance. He didn't expect this to happen after he asked where Thomas was.

The blonde haired man didn't know what to do as it seemed to Harry; it was almost like he was having an inner battle about what he should do.

"I asked you,' Dippet said quietly."Who are you?"

Harry's watched Dippet carefully, he did not speak nor did he flinch as Dippet's wand was pressed into his chest harshly.

"Headmaster I ask you to please reconsider -" Dumbledore says tightly glancing at Harry.

Confusion crosses Harry's eyes as he stares at Albus Dumbledore. Totally ignoring Dumbledore, Dippet presses his wand harder into Harry's chest, wincing in slight pain Harry smirks and turns his head away ignoring him.

"You will not know the whereabouts of Tom, not until we get to the bottom of this." Dippet looks at the wizard who walked in with Dumbledore and himself.

"Horace, the Veritaserum if you please." Holding out his hand towards Horace; glancing back at Harry, Dippet moves his wand into Harry's face; the tip glowing a bright red.

"Now we can either do this the easy way or the hard way which would you prefer?"

Harry sneers at Dippet but takes the vial out of this finger tips, uncorks the vial and swallows down a mouthful, gagging at the taste Harry throws the vial, hitting Dippet on his forehead. Holding his head in pain Dippet stumbles backwards gasping; into a chair and sits down. Silently Dippet assesses Harry with his hazel eyes, rubbing his sore head and starts questioning the boy.

"What is your name?"

"Harry James Potter."

A gasp went around the room, whispers reaching Harry's ears; looking up at Dumbledore his eyes glinting.

"What is your birth date?" Dippet says his voice trembling.

"July 31st, 1981."

All the people that were surrounding Harry's bed stepped away in horror and suspicion; gripping their wands tightly in their hands.

Dippet seemed to have lost his voice as he stared bug eyed at Harry, mumbling incoherently.

"How is this possible Headmaster,' screeched the middle aged witch. Dippet continues with his incoherent rambling while Dumbledore starts to pace in front of Harry's bed once again.

Dumbledore looks up again to meet Harry's eyes slowly his pacing stops and he continues looking the boy over.

"What is your purpose?"

Harry smirks evilly.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle is...my purpose."