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: 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.

February – 1942

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?"

Drink up, baby down
Mmm, are you in or are you out
Leave your things behind
'cause it's all going off without you
Excuse me, too busy you're writing your tragedy
These mishaps
You bubble wrap
When you've no idea what you're like

So let go, jump in
Oh well, whatcha waiting for
It's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown
So let go, just get in
Oh, it's so amazing here
It's alright
'cause there's beauty in the breakdown

It gains the more it gives
And then it rises with the fall
So hand me that remote
Can't you see that all that stuff's a sideshow

Such boundless pleasure
We've no time for later now
You can't await your own arrival
You've 20 seconds to comply

So let go, jump in
Oh well, whatcha waiting for

Their eyes connect and everything seemed to stand still for one moment in time. Harry's eyes were glittering a crimson red and then slowly turning back into their glowing green; his mouth was smirking mockingly at him. Thomas couldn't help himself his mouth opened and closed in an undignified manner that had never before happened to him. His tongue seemed to want to swallow itself as he couldn't coherently put a proper sentence together.

Thomas's mind was in a whirl wind of utter chaos, nothing seemed to be making any sense to him. "Is this a vision of some- no it can't be I didn't black out- but how is this poss-"his jaw clenched and unclenched in irritation.

"Harry?" Thomas's eyes searched Harry's as he walked past the Slytherin table.

Harry's eyes left Thomas as he walked straight for the three legged stool that the sorting hat was sitting on. Harry's fingers seemed to caress the hat slowly before he picked it up sat down on the stool and slowly placed the hat upon his head.

Harry and the hat seemed to talk for a long time until Harry finally sighed and the hat shouted out.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Polite applause filled the Great Hall as Harry glided towards the Slytherin table, totally ignoring Thomas; Harry sits at the end closest to the Professors table. Thomas eyes narrow angrily on Harry at his blunt refusal to sit with him. Malfoy poked his side sharply trying to get his attention.

"What?" Thomas hisses.

"M-my Lord?" Malfoy stutters slightly.

"What is it Malfoy?" Thomas grunts out his eyes still on Harry.

"The mark on the side of his face, it can't be can it?"

Thomas took a closer look upon the side of Harry's face his eyes widening only slightly.

"Yes Malfoy I believe it is."

Abraxas's face went completely pale his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides.

"Ho-How can this be?"

"Meeting is cancelled tonight tell the others, and I shall find out," Thomas slowly stands from his seat; taking one last glance at Harry he stalks out of the Great Hall furiously heading towards the dungeons.