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Chapter 6

'Tom!' the voice rang in his head drawing upon his ire his arm came crashing down red splattered against the wall and a wail came from a man beneath his knife. 'Tom!' the voice echoed rising in fear Tom's red eyes narrowed ignoring the man as he took his anger out on him blood covering him. 'Tom!' the man fell completely against the floor realizing he was not getting out of this alive. 'Tom!' red eyes blazed and the man screamed his last breath the blade embedded into his throat leaving him to gargle and choke on his own blood.

Tom breathed heavily his hands trembling at his sides as he stood staring down at the body the screaming voice dyeing down the kill clamming him. Blood dripped from the knife and an insane smile curved its way on Tom's blood stained lips.

'Tom!' his smile fell and he griped the knife harder turning his knuckles white. The anger was back as well as the need to kill he wouldn't stop until he had Harry back with him. Letting out an anger filled sigh Tom trudged away from the cooling corpse.

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Grey eyes stared at the child in the other room. It was the third time they were question little Harry. The child had stopped speaking not that he had gone past screaming 'Tom' when he had grabbed hold of the young boy. Sirius watched as Moody came into the room and sat across from the dark hair boy. They were trying a scare tactic not that he thought it would do any good. In fact both he and Remus were against this. It could only do more bad then good. It was just to bad it wasn't up to them and the head of the department had allowed this to happening.

Sirius took a deep breath his hands clenching and unclenching Remus stood next to him laying his hand on his shoulder effectively clamming the ruffled man.

"I don't like this as much as you do." He stiffened grey eyes hard.

"I know." He frowned. "We'll just have to be here when the shit hits the fan and clean up their mess." Remus nodded then stared gravely at the sure to be a disaster waiting to happen in the other room.

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He really wanted to cry, scream, throw a tantrum, make demands that he knew would never come true. But Harry wasn't that kind of child even when he wanted to be. Instead he would stew in his own thoughts never voicing them, nor letting others know them. He was quite and withdrawn keeping to him self and doing as asked.

He had listened to everything they had to say never once saying a word. He hated them he had decided as they told him things about Tom saying he was a killer and that he killed a lot of people. He had already known that. He was there when Tom had killed the Dursley's.

Did they think him stupid or did they not understand that Tom had saved him. Took care of him and shown him what it was like to have someone love him when he had never been loved or cared for before. At lest Harry thought it was love why else would Tom protect and keep him around. Harry frowned staring down at the table his hand gripping his pant lags as he heard the door open and shut.

There was a scraping of a chair being pulled out then the sound of a body sitting down. Harry didn't look up knowing full well that they were just going to question him, and just like every other time he would keep his mouth shut.

There was a clearing of the throat making him glance up in fear of doing something wrong his glance turned to full out stare at the odd man in front of him. He had scars all over his face and wild eyes creeping him out, the man stern face put Harry on edge it reminding him to much of Vernon when he was punishing him.

"Hello Harry I'm Detective Moody and we will be having a little chat."

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Bellatrix watched as Tom walked back and forth in his room grabbing his coat and other things he would need. He had only been here for an hour, long enough to have a shower, change clothes and gather his supplies he was going to go out on another killing spree. Her cloudy eyes took in his agitation and anger something that had been missing the last time he was here.

It was all because of that child the one that was all over the news. Claiming that he was now safe from the serial killer Voldemort. What they didn't know was that Harry was possibly safest with Tom, because the young man would have never hurt him. Bellatrix frowned deepened and she clenched her hands. That child had changed Tom, her Lord her everything and she had still not decided that if it was for good or bad.

"You've changed." Tom stopped at the door his hand froze on the handle. She had followed him down the stairs. "The child has changed you."

"Is there a point to your babbling?" Tom turned red eyes glaring at Bellatrix.

"You're being reckless." Bellatrix moved forward her hand reaching out and landing on Toms shoulder. "This child has control over you, it would be best for you to let him go. He will only cause you trouble." Before she blinked Tom moved her hand being knocked away then she was slammed into the wall her neck gripped tightly as red eyes burned into hers.

"How dare you presume to tell me what to do." Tom sneered at her mere inches away from her face, Bella smirked loving the ruff treatment then her smirk faded as it dawned on her what she was being berated for. "That child has as much control over me as I do him, he is mine and I shall have what belongs to me. No matter if I have to paint the walls red to do so." She shrived knowing his words to be true. "You best keep your thoughts to your self Bella, you may end up on the wrong side of my wrath for your foolishness." His grip tighten Bellatrix licked her lips and stuttered.

"O-f course My Lord." Smirking in satisfaction Tom pulled away watching as Bella fell to the floor gasping in air.

"You'd do best to remember that." He sneered once more before turning on his heel and leaving the house the door slamming behind him. Bella stared at the door her hands clenching and unclenching an insane glint sparking into her cloudy eyes.

"I think it's time I pay my dear cousin a visit." Her mad cackling could be heard out on the streets making pedestrians shiver and hurry to where they had to be.

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Frustration was building it had been an hour since he had started to integrate this infuriating child. And what did he have to show for it? Nothing that's what! Harry had been unresponsive aside from a few weary looks when he raised his voice. Moody was stewing he could get some of the most feared men in history blubbering like babies. But this small child wouldn't so much as whimper. It was infuriating, madding. Moody had never felt such frustration.

He had said that they were going to talk and so far he was the only one conversing. Harry had stared at the table and ignored him pretending he wasn't there. With one final looked Moody stood slamming his hands on the table Harry looked up startled at the loud noise. He sat up straighter as Moody slid the chair on the floor and propped it against the door effectively keeping people from getting in.

Moody turned his hand in his jacket pocket pulling something out green eyes watched widening in fear of being locked in a room with a potentially dangerous man.

"You will talk, and you will tell me all you know about that man, so help me I will not have a little brat like you to stand in our way." Harry paled as the object Moody was pulling out slid across the table spilling out across it Harry screamed his voice cracking against the volume.

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Both heads snapped up to the double-sided mirror when they heard Moody slam his hands down on the table. They had been going over the numerous cases that Voldemort was creating he had stepped it up from a few victims a week a to a few victims a day. Drowning them with case after case and leaving them nothing behind accept his calling card.

Sirius flew from his seat when he saw Moody putting a chair to the handle of the door and ran out of the room Remus not to far behind. The darker hair man grabbed at the handle pulling and grunting but the door wouldn't budge. Then they heard the scream. Loud and heart breaking everyone in the station stopped and looked at the door Sirius and Remus were at. Stunned at the scream Sirius paled then he reared back slammed himself into the door over and over again like a mad dog.

After the third of forth time the door caved slamming into the wall Sirius rushed into room and attacked Alastor Moody.

"You sick bastard!"

Remus ran into the room his eyes looking for Harry seeing the child huddled into the corner sickness around him as he clutched his knees crying into them. The sandy hair man rushed over sickened by the photos of each and every one of Voldemort gory victims scattered around the room for all to see. He pulled Harry up into his arms the child clung to him crying into his shoulder.

Remus dreaded as Harry shook in his hold his small almost not there voice repeating over and over even as they left the room other officers rushing in to pull Sirius off of Moody's now bloody and bleeding person.

"Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom."

The tears wouldn't stop and Remus knew the wouldn't for a long time, he rocked Harry back and forth knowing that they had completely lost any chance of Harry trusting them, because the only person the child would trust was a known serial killer.

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