Disclaimer: and a big shocker, I sill don't own Harry Potter.

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Eyes Closed Tightly

Chapter 12

The sirens blaring, red and blue flashing as they enter the lot. The cars came to an abrupt stop. Sirius and Remus jumped from the car, back up not far away. They ran for the entrance. They paused looking at one another, gathering up their thoughts. Everyone drew his or her guns. Sirius nodded to Remus. His hand on the door Remus opened it, allowing Sirius to go in first. Then quickly covering him on his other side. Both of them watching one another's back, the other officers doing the same.

Both men made their way further into the building, eyes sharp, their hearing strained, trying to make out any sounds, to help them find what they were looking for. Remus moved first turning into a room, he froze eyes wide.

"Fuck." The quietly whispered voice, snapped the sandy hair man out of his trance, and he rushed over to Moody. "Officer down, send Paramedic's. " Sirius quipped into the radio, and then went to Moody as well. Tired eyes looked up at them, having opened when Remus was taking his pulse. Moody was pale, face covered in open cuts, blood flowing freely.

"What happened Moody?" Remus soft voice stirred Moody's attention, he opened his blood caked lips.

"H-e" a fit of coughs took over, wracking the older mans body. Sirius looked away, his eyes catching sight of something.

"Don't go near her!" a startled officer looked up at Sirius, his hand posed to touch Bella's shoulder and turn her over.

"But sir I think she's dead." Growling the dark hair male glared at him.

"I'll be the judge of that, Remus watch Moody." Sirius quickly walked over to Bellatrix, there was blood surrounding her, coming from the gaping hole in her shoulder. Using caution Sirius reached out and began turning Bella; the woman lashed out faster then a whip. Only years of training, and knowing not to take the woman lightly, saved Sirius from having his face clawed off.

Moving his head out of the way, he grabbed hold of Bellatrix's arm; he maneuvered over her and pushed her into the ground hard.

"You all right Sirius!" his partner inquired.

"Fine." He hiked up Bellatrix's arm and grabbed for the other.

"Cousin? Oh dearest cousin." She cackled, her body struggling as Sirius cuffed her. "How dear you treat me in such away!" her voice cracked, then she burst into hysterical laughter. "He, ran, he ran!" Hauling her up he tossed her to the officer.

"Watch her, she strikes like a snake." The man numbly nodded, and tried to lead the crazed woman out of the room. Passing paramedic's who rushed over to Moody and Remus. They put the man on a stretcher, his hand snapped out grabbing Remus before he could be wheeled out.

"Ki-d ran, he-h ran- a-ter him." He panted out, his hand going limp, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The Paramedic's rushed the man out, yelling out all sorts of things Remus and Sirius didn't understand. Snapping out of their daze Remus order out on the radio.

"Search the grounds, be on the look out for a ten-year-old boy, black hair, green eyes, answers to the name Harry Potter. Known murderer Voldemort may be in pursuit. " He looked to Sirius after getting confirmation of the search. Nodding they both took off.

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He ran, feet pounding against the soft grass. His eyes wide open for the first time in a long time. He panted as he jumped over another log. His hands scraped against the ruff bark. Harry slid down a slop his feet snagging a root, and sending him flying to the cold harsh ground. He let out a sharp yip, as his body hit the ground.

"Harry!" scrambling Harry raced to get up hearing the snaps of twigs, and nearing frantic footsteps. Branches and bushes brushed past him, snagging at his hair and clothes. He ran into a small stream and raced across, his leg's freezing at the cold water drenching his jeans. The mud beneath him, sticking his feet making him have to wrench them from the watery depth. Jerking his one foot out, he loses his balance; he let out one good scream and fell forward into the water. Immersing him self in the icy coldness.

Harry sputtered, and coughing up the water that slipped into his mouth. Gasping he let's out heaving breathes. His mind swirling, making him disorientated and confused. Just as he catches his breath, arms wrap around him. Harry let out a scream, eyes closing tightly. He's pulled back into a chest and out of the water, his mind screams at him.

'Tom! Tom has you!'

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Both heads snap up, their breath being held, as they heard the scream. Not even sparing a look at one another, Sirius and Remus take off in the direction they heard the yell. Hoping to not be to late.

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"Harry! Harry, look at me." Tom pleads, his arms trying to hold Harry still. The ten year old struggles, clawing and kicking. Harry squirms, even though he knows he's no match for Tom. He is proven this as Tom grips him and spins Harry to face him. Harry bow's his head eyes clutched shut, his chest heaving, he's trying so hard not to cry. Tom's hands are firmly holding his shoulders, not to tight that it will leave bruises, but tight enough to let him know he can't get away. "Look at me Harry."

"No!" he shakes his head back and forth, shivering from the cold damp water. Tom's hands move up and he cups Harry's face, he leans in.

"Look at me." The words softly ring in his ears. "Please." Harry's hands hold onto Tom's wrists, and slowly green eyes open. Water gathered at the corners, his face set into a deep frown. He looks at Tom, seeing the swirling red eyes looking at him, pleading with him. Red flashes behind minds eye, a knife gleaming as it tares into flesh. Harry flinches, his features contorting into one's of pure panic. A gentle hand combs though his hair instantly calming him.

"Do you still want to stay with me Harry?" the words shook Harry to his core. Tom had asked him that before, and Harry had known the answer right off the bat. Wide green eyes looked up at Tom. The older man was wiping at his face, leaning down to his height, as he carefully handled him. Tom was still the man who had taken him away from the Dursley's. He cared for Harry. Without even knowing why, Tom had helped him, shown him a new world. One away from his small cupboard.

If not for Tom, Harry would still be in his own personal hell. But could he condone what he had just seen. Tom ran a hand down his arm's frowning at the cuts and bruises, he could make out. Harry held his breath, his mind swirling in his thoughts. He looked into Tom's eyes, his breath slowly leaving him as he saw something in the red depths, something that he needed to see for his mind to slow down and come to a realization.

This was Tom. He didn't like what the older man did, nor would he. But this was his Tom. And his Tom loved him, just as much as he loved Tom.

"Yes." Tom paused staring into Harry's eyes; slowly a smile lifted the corners of Tom's lips. He leaned in pressing his lips to Harry's forehead. Harry's eyes went huge and a large rather silly smile claimed his visage. Tom pulled back only to drag Harry to him, hugging him. Harry let out a content sigh, leaning into Tom his small hands curling into Tom's shirt.

"Freeze!" Harry gasped, Tom's arms tightened around him, drawing him closer. "Let him go, this is the police." Slowly Tom drew away from Harry, he looked down at him, and whispered knowing only Harry could hear him.

"Run when I tell you to." Harry went to protest, a finger pressing to his lips silenced him. Tom smirked a hand caressing Harry's face. "You never questioned me before." A shy flush covered Harry's cheeks, and he nodded once. Tom released him, Harry took a step back, and looked over Tom's shoulder to see the two men who had taken him from Tom before.

"Stand Up!" Sirius yelled his gun pointed at Tom. Remus was further away his own gun drawn and ready. Tom stood gracefully coming to his full height. Both men grew uneasy with Harry being so close to Tom. Knowing that just by Harry being with him, that this was Voldemort.

"Now what?" they jumped at the deep smooth tone of Tom's voice, red eyes looking at them, seeing their unease. Tom smirked enjoying their discomfort.

"What?" crossing his arms Tom looked to the man with dark curly hair, the gun trained on him unwavering. By that Tom knew that this man would shot him. Glancing at the other he could tell the man would rather not let it come down to a shooting. His reason, more then likely streaming from the fact that Harry was present.

"I'm standing, now what is it you want me to do?" his lips twitched showing his amusement with the situation. Harry tugged at his shirt, half hiding, and half looking out at Sirius and Remus. Sirius glanced at Remus and received a nod from the other. Pressing his lips together Sirius loudly and clearly proclaimed.

"Put your hands up." Tom complied his hand raising in the air smoothly and slow, so as to not startle the two with gun's pointed at him. "I want Harry to go to Remus." He jerked his head towards the sandy hair man. Tom felt Harry's hands grip his shirt tighter.

"Alright." He glanced down at Harry as he had tugged at him, his green eyes looking up at him. "It's ok, just do what I tell you." A deep frown set on Harry's visage, green eyes narrowed. He and Tom had just been reunited, and although his running hadn't helped any, he didn't want to be parted from the older man once again. "Do exactly what I say Harry." A still moment happened between the two. Both looking into one another's eyes, an understanding slipping into the silence, going un-noticed by the other two in the clearing. Harry nodded his head. "Good, now go to that man, slowly child."

Biting his lip Harry's small hands slid from Tom shirt and fell to his sides. He stepped out from behind Tom, who still had his hands raised, but was now watching Harry. "It's ok, keep going." Tom gave him a fleeting smile. Taking a breath Harry stepped forward, his walk slow and with measured steps.

"That's it Harry come over here." Remus put his weapon in his holster and motioned with his hands for Harry to come to him. Harry glanced at Tom frowning he took another step, when he was far enough away Sirius began to make his way over to Tom. Getting to about half way to each person Tom's smooth voice echoed in the clearing.

"Harry." The youngest male stopped dead eyes wide and staring ahead, his foot just above the grass. Tom smirked his eyes glinting as he looked at Sirius "Run." Harry pivoted on his heal and ran off; Sirius having been the closest to Harry turned, momentarily forgetting about Tom. Taking his only chance Tom ran off in the same direction. It was his movement that alerted Sirius to his mistake. Snapping back to attention he trained his gun pulled the trigger.

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uh sorry for totally failing my goal plan but look a chapter. And look it's again not betaed... cause well the whole story is spouse to be looked over. but she's taking to long, and I can't wait to post. so chapter for you.

oh other news, I have the story planed out and from what I can tell it's only going to be another 2 or so chapters.

and nothing new here, I'm sorry for spelling or grammar. I was never good at it, and to be frank I never will be. In fact I would say it would come to a great surprise to all my past teachers that I do write stories. O.o really I think they would go into shock.

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