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: "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."
Te amo, te amo
He says to me, I hear the pain in his voice
Then we danced underneath the candelabra he takes the lead
That's when I saw it in his eyes...its over
Then he says te amo then he put his hand around my waist
I told him..no,
He cries Te amo I told him I'm not going to run away but let me go
My soul is crying, without asking why
I said te amo, wouldn't somebody tell me what he said
Don't it mean I love you
Think it means I love you
February – 1942
"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."
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When Harry decided he was going to save Thomas Marvolo Riddle by going back in time and putting his soul back together; he didn't realise what he was up against nor did he expect to face a brick wall.
He thought everything was going to fall into place easily the way his mind had supplied to him, he thought it was a full proof plan and nothing would wreck what he had come up with.
But...
The moment he connected eyes with the future dark lord Harry knew something within him wasn't right; shaking his head furiously he keeps walking towards the Room of Requirements. Darkness had filled him it reminded him of casting the Cruictas curse on Bellatrix Lestrange the year before; but this sort of darkness was different instead of illicit desire, this was...
Harry shivers and moans out softly.
"This was dark, pure and utter hot pleasure..."
It had Harry shaking to his bones; his plans had all flown out the window and the only thought that crossed his mind was to be inside Thomas Riddle.
Harry shivers again this time more noticeably, his footsteps had picked up their speed and before Harry's minds comprehend where he was; he was pacing back and forth in front of the invisible door. Looking up he notices where he is and he steps forward into the nicely lit room a single couch, coffee table and a warm fireplace decorating the room.
Undressing himself so that he is only wearing briefs, Harry slumps into the chair; slipping his leather shoes off he places his sock clad feet onto the coffee table.
"What am I going to do now?" His fingertips reach down and slip underneath his briefs and gently slide his forefinger over the head of his cock.
A sigh escapes his lips, his hips lift slightly and his fingers move down to the base of his hard penis.
"Do what you came here to do." His mind whispers to him as his hand grasps the base of his cock and bringing it slowly upwards.
"How though after just looking at him made me react like that?" he moans out softly his hand picking up in speed slowly.
"Figure out what the connection is, why just a single glance makes us react that way."
Confusion crosses Harry's face and he pauses in touching himself.
"Us?"