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!
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Reno! You put a smile on my face with your review, I hope you were able to read my reply which i put in the reviews just above yours.! Thanks so much and I hope this chapter is all you think it will be and much more. Dark
Previously: Thomas pulls the dagger fiercely out of Wilson's chest, making the boy wheeze and hack in pain; he grips Wilson's hair and pulls it down making the boys throat exposed to him; looking down at the dagger in his hand and then at the pale throat he brings it down swiftly slicing the boy's throat.
Wilson's eyes dulled as the life in them dies out slowly, his body falls to the stained covered grass; all the while a sadistic smile crosses Thomas face.
Thomas Riddle; had made his first kill.
February – 1942
"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.
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
Thomas's jaw tightens in anger his thoughts irrational and all over the place. Sitting in one of the plush green arm chairs in front of the fire place; Thomas's eyes narrow slightly.
"Ho-HOW DARE HIM! After all this time...All my effort to stay ali...What am I suppose to do now? Thomas slowly starts to twirl his wand through his fingers; his anger peaking and making the fire flare.
"Everything I have done was for him! And now he is here and he..," A growl escapes his throat.
A soft hissing brought Thomas out of his angry thoughts, looking down on the ground he spots his beloved pet snake, her scales glinting in the fire light.
"Masssterr?" Her pink forked tongue flicks the air; tasting his magic, she lifts her body and rests her flat head on his left thigh.
"Nagini" Thomas hisses softly his long thin fingers brushing the scales on her head gently.
"What isss wronggg masssterr?" She replies softly in concern; she had never seen her master so aggravated before.
Thomas eyes flicker from Nagini to the fire once more and he sighs quietly; his fingers stop twirling his wand and he places it on the nearby table, his fingers running through his neatly combed hair making a raven bang fall into his eyes. His eyes fall back down onto Nagini's concerned snake yellow slit eyes.
"It...It's Harry Nagini." Nagini's head rises so that her face is directly in front of her masters.
"Another...vision?" She questions in apprehension.
Thomas shakes his head slightly and looks straight into his pets eyes; his dark forest green eyes welling up. He grits his teeth.
"No...He's...he's here."