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: Dumbledore glided into the Hall as if he was walking on air, and just behind him a boy with dark raven hair that reached the bottom of his neck, glowing green eyes, slightly muscular walked in with raw magic washing over him in waves.

Thomas hissed in a breath, his eyes widening in shock and apprehension.

"Harry?"

August – 1937

"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!"

Here's the day you hoped would never come
don't feed me violins
just run with me through rows of speeding cars.
The paper cuts the cheating lovers
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck

There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling
oh don't lose your head
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah

Sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie
never far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
You can't keep on like this...
now's a bad a time as any

There there baby
it's just text book stuff
it's in the ABC of growing up
Now now darling
oh don't kill yourself
cause none of us were angels
and you know I love you yeah

it's ok by me..

It's ok by me...

It's ok by me...it was a long time ago.

June 1938 (10 months later at the Orphanage)

The past ten months for Thomas had been interesting learning about different magic's; he had read mostly all the books that he could get his hands on. His favourite classes where Defence against the Dark arts and Charms he showed a lot of potential so his Professors had said.

His second favourite class had to be Potions, but the only problem Thomas was facing was that he was advancing so quickly that he was starting to get bored and his Professors didn't exactly know what to do with him.

Sighing in irritation his thoughts turned to Harry's visits; He still hadn't learnt anything new about why these occurrences were happening or who Harry exactly was. He had done a lot of reading about dreams and all sorts of different things even so much as asking the divination Professor about visions.

And too top it all off now it seem as if Harry was avoiding Thomas as Harry's visits had slowly stopped over the past months and whenever they did happen Thomas had more questions than answers.

Thomas's eyes look over the grounds of the Orphanage grimacing in disgust as one of the older boys starts to move in his direction. Putting the book down that he had been blankly staring at for the past half an hour; Thomas stands to greet the older boy.

"What do you want Wilson?" Thomas hisses in anger.

"Oh nothing really freak,' Wilson mocked him."I was havin a look see around ya rooms see, and I what's this I sees? 'A pretty lil shinny knife, so I thoughts finders keepers." Wilson grinned with malice showing Thomas what he had stolen from his rooms.

Thomas's dark green eyes widened in anger as he realised what Wilson had stolen. It was Slytherin's dagger that he had inherited. Well...more like stole from the cabinet above the fireplace in the Slytherin common room; but in Thomas's mind he thought: "It is rightfully mine as I'm Slytherin's heir."

"Give it to me Wilson!" Thomas hissed his magic slightly peeking.

Smirking Wilson paces back and forth in front of Thomas, fiddling around with the hilt of the dagger.

"No, I think I might keep it for me selfs Riddle." A laugh bellowed out of the older boy as he kept antagonising Thomas.

Thomas eyes flashed in anger his body trembling, a burst of magic escaped him; pulling the dagger out of Wilson's hold and stabbing him in his chest repeatedly. Thomas watched his eyes gleaming in satisfaction as crimson blood began pouring out Wilson's wound. Wilson fell onto his knees, looking up at Thomas his grey eyes out of focus.

"Help me." He splutters out coughing up blood.

"No, I think I might watch you die Wilson." Thomas laughs cruelly.