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: Someone sent me a message about my pen name, No it is spelt the way it is on here it is not "Darkangeldragonlover" it is "DARKANGLEDRAGONLOVER" and if someone wants to flame me because of that then they are idiots. Anyways Thank you to everyone who has reviewed it means a lot to me. I'm sorry that I haven't updated lately its only because I have only just got the computer back for getting it repaired. I really hate this chapter btw it just hasn't turned out the way I wanted it to but anyways, I hope you will like it. And please review. Oh and this is dedicated to Reno because you just know what to say to me and puts a big smile on my face with your reviews lol! Love ya Dark.

Previously: "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."

June 1938 (10 months later at the Orphanage)

911 what is your emergency?

Hello?

Sir..?

Please send someone...

Sir..?

...I've killed him...

I woke up kinda early today, and something told me from that moment it wouldn't be the same
Felt like you were hidin' something, but I didn't push it,
I didn't complain or say nothing
I tried to act like I didn't see it,
'cause deep down I know I didn't wanna believe it

Thomas was running, running so fast his feet almost seemed to be running on thin air. His breath came out in harsh pants; his heart was beating widely against his rib cage and his eyes...the once determined cruel green eyes, they were filled with tears.

"What have I done?" The thought kept repeating over and over in his horrified mind.

His thin fingers where covered in blood, Wilson's blood. His mind supplies for him.

"Oh Merlin" A choked sob escapes his lips.

He trips over his feet and slams into the ground hard, eliciting a painful groan. Looking up quickly his eyes go wide in horror. His surroundings were gone; replaced by a dark filled room lit only by a single fireplace, Harry's red eyes were glowing from the corner of the room; mocking him in silence.

"So..." hissed Harry's seductive voice.

Thomas shivers and whimpers quietly; stuttering under his breath.

"I-I didn't mean to, it was- oh Merlin- oh god-d, I don't know what came over me,' Thomas green eyes looked up to meet Harry's in pleading."I didn't mean to-to...kill him." A tear falls down his face as he looks down at his blooded hands.

Harry grabs Thomas's hands roughly pulling him to stand up and look into his face; angry hisses escape Harry's mouth.

"Shut up Thomas."

Thomas looks back up at Harry instantly becoming silent, but pleading with his eyes for Harry to make it all go away to be a dream.

Harry's hand brushes Thomas's raven hair softly out of his eyes slowly, moving his cold fingers down towards his cheek carefully, lovingly wiping the tears away.

"Tears Thomas; is for the weak, you're not weak are you?" Crimson eyes glared down into emerald green.

"No." Thomas mutters softly, looking down at his bloody hands.

Growling angrily Harry grabs Thomas chin roughly making the younger boy look up at his face.

"You will look at me when we speak Thomas."

"Yes..." Came the hesitant reply.

Nodding in approval, Harry lets go of Thomas's chin and his eyes soften; he steps backwards away from Thomas and crosses his arm across his chest.

"I would be lying if I said I was sorry Thomas." Harry hisses softly.

Confusion flutters across Thomas's face and he shifts from one foot to the other and then understanding crosses his features and anger starts to bubble within him.

"IT WAS YOU?" Thomas steps towards Harry furiously his eyes glinting and almost pleading with Harry in a way to be true.

"Yes and No,' Harry answers lazily looking down at his finger nails.'you were angry, the thought was there in your mind Thomassss, I just gave you a very little push."

The anger in Thomas deflates quickly and he looks at Harry his eyes filled with new tears, his legs collapse from underneath him and he falls to the floor in a heap.

"I'm a murder, why did you do this to me Harry...why?" He looks up threw his eyelashes.

With a blink of an eye Harry is crouched in front of Thomas; his cold fingers lifting Thomas's face up towards his own gently.

"I know your confusion Thomas...very well,' Harry mutters the last bit distastefully under his breath."But the things you are going to do, the things I give you small pushes towards are the things that are going to make you great!"

"I don't understand any of this Harry, why I...why did you chooses me?"

"It wasn't me, who choose you Thomas,' Harry gently strokes his fingers down Thomas face; leaning in so that their noses are touching Harry whispers out.

"You choose me Thomas."