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 leered at the Headmaster and replied idly. "My name will be Harrison Le'fay; Harry for short, I am a pureblood from a very old line that is nearly extinct, as to why I am here I am seeking refuge as the current Dark Lord is out for my blood, he captured me for 2 weeks and that is why I was in the state that I was in when I arrived here after escaping him."

August – 1937

"How is this even possible?" Thomas voice was hoarse.

Ignoring Thomas question, the Hat stepped forward until he was touching his chest to Harry's backside grinding into him slightly. Hat's eyes focussed onto Thomas and smirked at him.

"Yes Harry, today is a very special day indeed." His seductive voice sliding over Thomas making him shiver.

I'm up in the woods

I'm down on my wind

I'm building a still

To slow down the time

Harry's red eyes peered into Thomas green ones smiling softly; cold fingers brush across Thomas's forehead slowly inching their way down towards his collar bone, Thomas trembles slightly.

"What is so special about today?" Thomas breathes out in a whisper, his voice trembling with emotion.

The Hats golden eyes slightly close as he rubs himself against Harry once more and he purrs out, his voice once again making Thomas shiver.

"Why of course you're sorting is what makes today so special Thomas Riddle." Thomas eyes widen in shock.

"What's so special about my sorting?" the fingers stilled at his collar bone; looking up he peers into Harry's red eyes.

"What isss ssso special about your sssorrting?" Harry hisses in anger.

Thomas flinches as Harry grabs his chin in a steel like grip; the Hat looks at Thomas in irritation.

"You're different Thomas then normal wizards. You are...the Heir of Slytherin, the greatest founder to have lived, haven't you ever wondered why Dumbledore was so shocked when you told him you could speak to snakes,' sighing the Hat runs his fingers threw his hair. "I can read your thoughts Thomas and see your memories that is how I know about Dumbledore; foolishness to tell him might I add."

Thomas's mouth opened and closed in surprise as the Hat answers the question that had been on his mind.

"I-I still don't understand all of this,' he motions to Harry, the hat and then himself cvb."Why do I see you, why do you think I am yours and more importantly, who are you?"

Harry presses himself flush against Thomas and runs his fingers against the nap of Thomas's neck and slightly draws him closers to his own face; his red eyes soft as they peer into green.

"You will slowly understand everything, I promise you Thomas." Harry's voice whispers into his mind as his lips are covered by Harry's warm ones.

Thomas closes his eyes and moans softly kissing Harry back, and then as it all suddenly began Thomas was back on the stool in front of the whole student body plus Professor's of Hogwarts; his fingers brushing against his lips as the hat shouts out.

"SLYTHERIN!"