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A Place in Time for This	By : Katiesroom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 15028 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-A Place in Time
- 2-Something Necessary
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Harry’d never meant for it to turn out this way. All he’d been looking for was a second option. Another way out. Maybe he could fix all the damage that he’d caused by choosing a different path somewhere, by finding a way to shift someone else’s path, have them make another decision down the line and rework a history already dripping in blood. But he’d underestimated the wizard, just like everyone else. He’d allowed himself to be lured in and now the outcome was impossible to foresee, impossible to tell if what he was doing was actually benefiting anyone that had been lost… or only himself.

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It was simple, really. Even Hermione had agreed that, while it was a stupid plan logistically, it would be easy enough to construct. And though it meant the possibility more than a few years of waiting with the likelihood of doing nothing but setting history up for the course they’d already lived through, neither she nor Ron could help but agree with his choice. It was a long shot, but there was nothing left to lose. If nothing changed, then Harry came back a victor. If it did, than the thousands of innocent people lost to Voldemort’s will would be given back their lives. Families that never should have been broken up over him wouldn’t be. Friend’s that never should have died for him would still get the chance to live on, to have families of their own. He saw no reason why he couldn’t at least try. For Fred’s sake. And for Lupin and Tonks. For everyone that had been sacrificed because of one person’s insanity. Because of Tom Riddle’s rise to malignant power. Maybe he could change things. Maybe he could change the variable that was Tom.

So offering his two best friends what he hoped wasn’t a permanent goodbye for a failed attempt, Harry slung the time turner around his neck, held his breath, and then spun it back, trying not to succumb to the vertigo of watching the world around him speed by in reverse. Thankfully after what only felt like a minute or so, Harry found himself standing in the same spot right outside of the Hogwarts library, a certain atmosphere about it that was both familiar and new. In fact, despite the still ancient décor, everything about the castle seemed fresher, newer: the faces of the students unfamiliar, the faces of the teachers less aged, less worn from years of struggle. Even the paintings seemed younger, the images moving about within their frames in a way Harry had forgotten they could, the war leaving many of the paintings either destroyed or abandoned. He’d been aware that going to the past would mean things he knew so well would be different, that some wouldn’t even exist, himself included, but it was still a strange experience. Like being in a dream he had complete control over. So, first step in this dream: Find Tom Riddle.

“Can I help you?” Someone interrupted his thoughts, Harry turning towards the source of the voice, a boy about his age standing a few feet down the hall in the opposite direction. Harry couldn’t tell from where he stood, but the person seemed to be waiting for him to approach. Well, best get started then.

“Yeah, actually,” Harry said, starting towards the student. “I’m looking for someone. Have you seen-?” Suddenly, Harry’s heart stopped. The diary, the Pensieve, Dumbledore’s memories, all of those things combined rushed through Harry like a warning, Tom Riddle’s image so clear in comparison it was overwhelming. So alive and aware and strangely alluring. At once, everything he’d come to associate with Tom Riddle, with Voldemort, left him on edge, defensive.

The boy looked at him, intrigued by Harry’s pause, eyes amused almost. Knowing, somehow. Tom Riddle… Here he was, so easily. Harry suddenly wished he’d come up with more of a plan.

“Have I seen…?” Tom smirked, Harry scrambling to regain his composure.

“No one,” he cleared his throat. “Maybe you can help me.”

Tom shot him a look that gave Harry chills. “Maybe I can.”

Slughorn’s words from three years ago became all the more real just then. There was just a way about Tom Riddle, something that couldn’t be ignored or avoided. Or challenged. Harry swallowed. “I’m a transfer student here.” He said at last, following Hermione’s back story to the letter, even going as far as to show up in a first year robe with no discernable house. “I was just sorted into Slytherin House. Do you think maybe you could show me how to get there?”

“A transfer student, huh?” Either Tom didn’t believe him, or he honestly thought the idea that curious. Or that worthy of pretending to be. “I wasn’t aware they made exceptions to non-first years.”

Harry tried his best at a casual chuckle. “There’s always a first time for everything.”

Again, Tom threw him that look, the one that made Harry’s stomach clench and his heart speed up. The one that looked borderline hungry. “Very true.”

“I’m Harry.” He heard himself say, not really sure why, but once it was out he figured it best to keep going with it, holding his hand for the future Dark Lord to shake. Tom gave him an amused once over that left Harry cold.

“Tom,” He replied, gripping Harry’s hand tightly. “Tom Riddle. And sure. I’ll show you the way."

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He’d only been in the Slytherin Common Room once before now, the layout not changing much since then… until then… Time travel. But it still had the cold, unwelcoming feeling of a dungeon, even now, the uncomfortable atmosphere hardly lessening as Tom motioned for Harry to join him on the couch.

The moment he took his seat, Tom was on top of him, Harry sinking low into the cushions in shock, Tom’s hands gripping the arm rest on either side of Harrys head. Harry stared at Tom in wide eyed disbelief, the boy looking him over, studying his face in a way that Harry couldn’t seem to interpret. Did he sense something was off, that Harry wasn’t who he said he was? Or was it something more than that? Something else…? He tried to speak, found his voice too dry, swallowed thickly and tried again. “W-What are you doing, Tom?” He tried to keep his voice even, but the stutter was obvious, his nervousness plain.

Tom smirked, the look making his features both dark and tempting, Harry licking his lips subconsciously. This was getting out of hand. He knew that, and still he stayed, not even bothering to pull away when Tom made to place his hand against Harry’s cheek. “You really aren’t from around here…” His thumb ran over Harry’s bottom lip, before fingertips lightly, carefully brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Are you?”

Harry’s heart all but stopped. He couldn’t know. He couldn’t possibly know. Could he…?

“Such an interestingly shaped scar,” Tom whispered, lowering his face that much closer to Harry’s, their noses practically touching. “Amazing.” He trailed the lightning bold shape with the tip of his finger. “You can still feel the energy in the unforgivable curse that gave birth to it.” His eyes were suddenly locked on Harry. “That you even survived it… Who put it there?” Harry swallowed again, throat tight. This wasn’t how he’d envisioned this going at all…

“I don’t remember,” Harry offered lamely, quietly. “I was just a baby.”

“A baby,” Tom repeated in awe. “To be so young and yet so immune. A powerful magic runs through your veins, Harry. A very powerful magic.” It was strange, how much Tom sounded like his future self, even now. “To save you from a curse this devastating… What I wouldn’t give for a taste of that magic.” And without further warning than that, Tom kissed him.

Harry didn’t know what to do, how to respond. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. This wasn’t the Tom Riddle Harry had expected. This was something more, something dangerous, something Harry couldn’t help but respond to. Slowly at first, but eventually with just as much willingness, Harry kissed him back. Maybe this could be the way to change him. Maybe all he needed was something else to focus on. Something else to feel.

Fueled by the realization, Harry let himself be consumed by Tom’s aggressiveness, shuddering under eager, knowing hands that were determined to explore every inch of Harry: arms, back, chest, stomach, Tom undoing his robes and opening his shirt with little effort at all. Dexterous, still human looking fingers ran themselves through dark brown strands to his neck, lifting Harry’s head off the couch slightly, kissing him deeper. His tongue licked at the bottom of Harry’s lip, Harry opening for him almost automatically---which he tried not to be anxious about---letting both of their tongues fight for dominance within the wet heat of his mouth.

A hand worked its way down past Harry’s navel and further, undoing his pants to inch beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrap itself around his already steadily growing erection. Harry arched against that touch, biting Tom’s lip and moaning around it, trying not to feel a knot forming at the center of his stomach when Tom chuckled darkly at that.

“Why so quick to let me have my way with you, Harry?” Tom moaned back against Harry’s lips, offering a languid stroke of his cock for emphasis. Harry gasped, searching his frazzled mind for an answer he didn’t have. But thankfully, Tom didn’t really want one. “Surely you’re not just that captivated by my presence.” Another barely restrained moan crawled up Harry’s throat in response to another equally mind numbing stroke. Tom chuckled again. “Then again, maybe you are.”

“Please,” Harry rocked his hips up into Tom’s abruptly too still hand. He didn’t know what he was asking for, yet he wanted it with every fiber of his being. But Tom took that moment to let go of him, Harry practically growling in disappointment. A disappointment that turned to fire within him when Tom followed that up by pulling Harry’s pants down and off, tossing them into the corner already forgotten. Without really thinking about it, Harry let his legs fall slightly spread, heart running a marathon behind his rib cage at the thought of what might be to come. At the idea that the eventual Dark Lord was doing this to him, making him feel this way. And the even more overwhelming idea that, somehow, this could make Tim Riddle stay Tom Riddle. That this moment could define his future.

“Someone’s eager,” Tom smirked, crawling back to position himself between Harry’s legs, wrapping experienced fingers around the base of his arousal before swallowing the tip between his lips. Harry’s head fell back hard against the arm rest, his hips bucking up into Tom’s mouth out of pure reflex and need. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, an electricity running from the base of his cock all the way up his spine, sending sparks throughout his body in anticipation. He could feel Tom’s tongue pressing firm against the sensitive skin, cheeks hallowing as his head bobbed around it. Harry gingerly placed a hand on the back of Tom’s head, Tom’s muffled laugh at that vibrating through him. Just the thought, the very real knowledge that this was Tom Riddle between his legs was enough to make Harry’s whole body tense, Tom releasing him with an almost audible pop as he came.

Continuing to milk Harry dry, Tom stroked out rope after rope of Harry’s seed into his hand, using that to coat the cleft of Harry’s ass, first one finger, then two inching their way past the puckered ring of muscle. It was tight, impossibly so, but Harry bit his tongue, both terrified and in awe of how much he wanted Tom to keep going, to take him right now, like this, in the Slytherin Common Room. A thought suddenly occurred to him.

“The door,” Harry panted, gritting his teeth as a flash of white lit up his vision, Tom’s fingers brushing over the bundle of nerves within him that made Harry’s toes curl. Tom just smirked, using his free hand to whip his wand out and point it in that direction. Tom didn’t even say another, the door simply locking into place. Already, his power was growing. It was an unnerving thought.

“No one will be interrupting us,” Tom said, removing his fingers and unzipping his uniform pants, his own erection springing free. “This moment is mine.” He leaned forward to kiss Harry deeply, a low whine at the back of his throat. He pulled away just enough to whisper against his lips. “You’re mine.” And with that settling between them, Tom buried himself to the hilt.

Harry’s back arched entirely off the couch, the impact a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that was both overwhelming and all consuming. He wanted to move but couldn’t remember how, his nerves on overload, his dick twitching and hardening again with the new sensations. Thankfully, Tom kept his control, Harry expecting nothing less, the boy slinging one of Harry’s legs over his shoulder before pulling out half way and thrusting back in. Harry almost cried out, biting his lip to keep the sound in, not just for fear of being heard, but because, as much as it was clear he wanted this, some small, now distant part of his brain couldn’t overcome the fact that this person, the wizard buried deep inside him, was still Voldemort.

Abruptly, however, Tom’s hand was on Harry’s face again, pressed against his cheek, thumb worrying his bottom lip out from between Harry’s teeth. “I’m not looking for silence, Harry.” He said, trailing over his lips, down his next, across his collar, and over his chest, pinching an already pert and sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger. “I want to hear you break apart because of me. I want you to scream my name.”

The sick thrill that followed those words were enough to make Harry go pale. He shouldn’t want this as much as he did. He shouldn’t be letting this future embodiment of evil have his way like this. He should be killing him or changing him like they’d planned. He should be fixing things. But instead, he was rocking his hips up into every thrust, kissing Tom in a way that was all teeth and tongue and panting into each other’s mouth. Instead of doing what he was supposed to, Harry simply lay back and let the one-day-Voldemort fuck him into a sort of ecstasy he’d only every imagined. He should have wrenched himself away from all this, but at that moment, teetering on the edge, not even Dumbledore couldn’t have stopped him. Harry’s hand found his own neglected member, already harder than before, and began furiously jerking out a rhythm to match Tom’s.

Pounding into him now, Tom bit painfully at the juncture where shoulder meets neck, licking at the wound almost tenderly before whispering into Harry’s ear. “I know you from somewhere, Harry.” He said, Harry’s conscious mind suddenly lost in a battle with the physical promise of his completion. “I don’t know where, but I can feel myself in you.” Harry couldn’t tell if he was being literal… or worse. The words were shaky but confident, something Harry would have been much more frightened about if he hadn’t toppled into oblivion at that very moment.

“Holy SHIT, T-Tom!” Harry cried out tightening around Tom enough to wrench the future Dark Lord over the edge with him, Tom’s breath catching as he buried himself in Harry once more, emptying himself into his trembling form.

They stayed like that for a moment, catching their breaths, letting the situation sink in, before Tom pulled out, Harry hissing at the feel. Tucking himself away at once, Harry looked Tom over, trying not to be hurt by how that’s all it took to look like nothing had happened. Harry grabbed his robe and cleaned himself up too before getting to his feet and shakily grabbing his pants.

“So…” Harry started, if only to break the tension and redirect Tom’s semi-realization. Tom looked sensually at Harry, shirt still open and untucked as he zipped up his pants, and Harry’s heart stammered. It was disquieting how attracted to this future killer Harry seemed to be. No, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all. In as casual and joking a voice as he could feign at that moment, he said, “Is that how you welcome all of the new Slytherins?”

Tom walked up to him and let his lips linger right by Harry’s ear. “Yes,” was all he said before turning back towards the door, a flick of his wand all it took for the picture to swing open, letting him out. Harry’s face fell. Looks like he needed a new plan…
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