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Chapter List
- 1-That which we make for ourselves
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
- 9
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�Mr Piper!� Perhaps you could demonstrate for us�

Tom looked at Caed calmly.� He knew how to do this.� They had worked on the transfiguration of
parchment into variably refracting mirror glass last night.� Tom was confident that he would manage it
again now.�

�Stand, if you please� Dumbledore commanded in that �such a
nice teacher� voice while his eyes glinted at Caed
like shot steel.�

The blonde stood, visibly uncomfortable and raised� his wand,
pointing it at the parchment and whispering �spiegelum
varifis.��

Tom held his breath and released it calmly when the parchment obediently
shivered and morphed into a curvy silvery surface.��

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and shot a sidelong
glance at Tom himself.�

�Very good, Mr Piper, you may sit.��

From two seats along he could feel the relief streaming off Caed.� He observed in his peripheral vision how Gyphus congratulated him with a look and a nudge.�

Dumbledore at the front of the class was rattling on about the spell.� For the next hour he worked through the next four charms in the text book � this was
unheard of.� The man had only ever introduced three charms at the most
during a single lesson and then only
if they were related and fairly simple.�
Today he wanted five? � four of which he had not even told them to learn.�

He asked Caed for demonstrations
of two of the remaining four, which caused even some of the Gryffindors to
frown slightly.�

Caed however, had worked on those two the previous
evening.�

Tom had been slightly perturbed when Dumbledore asked for
one that he hadn�t thought to work on with the boy but he maintained the polite
confident smile and Dumbledore, frowning slightly at him, asked Augusta Longbottom instead.�

Astoundingly the snidey little
baggage managed it and there was thankfully no call to ask another
student.�

By the end of the class Tom was feeling quite smug at the
irritation at the edges of Dumbledore�s kind smile.�

That was.. until the incorrigible
bastard asked, as if in passing �Mr Piper.. could you
remain please. I would like to speak with you.��

Most of the rest of the class probably missed it as they were packing up their
parchments and ink but he saw Caed freeze as if
petrified.�

He tried �professor.. I have another class.�� And tom cursed inwardly.� Idiot.�

The smile spread on Dumbledore�s face and he answered a fraction
of a second too quickly. �Oh.. so you do.� I quite forgot.� Ah well then, perhaps you will return
afterward.� I believe that Magical
Creatures is your last class today, isn�t it?��

At that, Tom could see the realisation dawn on Caed�s face too.� He
wasn�t getting out of it.� He would have
been better to just agree now. This way, Dumbledore would have him later for an
indeterminate period of time.

�Yes sir.� He replied dully.�

�Then you will come to my office afterward.� Dumbledore
informed him in a friendly tone.� �Good
day Mr Piper, Mr Riddle��

Tom smiled back his best shit eating smile �Good day Sir� as he herded Caed out the door subtly.��

In the corridor, while the second years poured into the
transfiguration classroom behind them Caed turned to
him with a pale worried expression.�

�What do I do?!� he hissed.�

Tom shook his head faintly. �There�s nothing that can be
done.� He wants to speak with you.� I can�t get you out of it.� What are you most worried will happen?��

The blonde opened his mouth and then shook his head,
thinking better of it. �not here� he mumbled.�

Intrigued, although he had charms now and Caed magical creatures, he pulled the boy down a corridor
to the closest hidden passage, opening it and shoving Caed
through.�

He cast a couple of witch lights up into the blackness, throwing a fahl light down on them both.�

�There.� Now.. what in particular are you concerned
about � other than the obvious?!��

The blonde seemed to waver in the half light as if thinking
better of saying anything.�

After a moment, Tom stepped forward carefully until he could take him by the
shoulders and pull him close, embracing him gently
despite the initial resistance of the boy.�
He sighed and pressed his cheek lightly against Caeds,
leaning into him and inhaling his strangely enticing scent.�

After they stood like that for a minute or two and he felt Caed�s
arms wrap around him, his body melting into the embrace, the boy mumbled ��Dumbledore
really hates you.�

He nodded slowly, not wanting to disturb the state of mind
that made Caed want to speak.�

�He.. he
spends his entire life trying to
destroy you.. or.. or he�s
going to at least.�

That information was both intensely exciting � since it was
clearly something about his future, which the boy had said he wasn�t going to
tell him anything about � and violently infuriating. He swore inwardly again
that he would destroy Dumbledore even
as his mind made the connection it had missed before.�

If Caed knew
Dumbledore � he was somehow inexplicably going to fail to kill the bastard for at least fifty years!�

Assuming the information Caed had offered about his
time of origin was correct.

He shut the emotions raging inside him down as the boy who
was nestled against him cuddled closer and started to speak once again.

�He.. asked me to tell him
about Grindelwald last time I talked to him � I didn�t
though.. and he said I shouldn�t accept your help � he
was pissed that I did, obviously.

..i�m.. i�m shit at occlumency.� .. if he looks for
you in my mind..� There�s things there..�

he-he just can�t see any of that.� It�ll change everything.� He�ll.. find out about you..

i�ve..got
a lot of memories that are about you.�

Not just the things I told you.. much
more.. if he knows then he might.. he
might try to-��

Tom felt the body against his suddenly judder slightly in
shock and pull away sharply and then Caed sounded
hard and disgusted.. at
himself apparently.�

�Fuck.. this is wrong..what am I.. what am I doing?!�
You�re a fucking manipulative snake.�
Why am I ..FUCK..

�.. I should go to him and tell him
everything.. �Dumbledore�s a bastard but at least he�s not a
mass murderer..

I should be helping him.�

Tom.. you�re going to..� the things you�re
going to do.. I should be trying to stop you..� �

Tom struggled to suppress his shock at the revelation that on
this new path he was giving up the ministry for, he was going to be a mass murderer apparently - and the automatic
urge to lash out at the boy for his traitorous threats.�

Instead he pulled him closer again and turned his face, pressing soft kisses to
Caed�s cheekbone and then down to his lips.�

The boy was stiff and resistant but he patiently kissed and
nibbled at him until finally he got the response he was seeking and Caed melted once again against him.�

The soft whimper the boy emitted as tom gently teased and suckled at his tongue
went a long way toward calming his urge to curse him.�

He kept kissing him till Caed was soft and pliable,
clinging to him weakly.�

When he slowly moved away, returning over and over with
chaste little butterfly kisses, Caed was looking back
at him almost punchdrunk.�

He offered him a smile that he knew soaked witches lingerie at fifty paces. Caed smiled back dreamily.�

�You have two options..� he said
seriously. �If you cannot occlude.. you
can either place every memory you are concerned about in my pensieve
and I will obliviate you..or
you can offer him something else he wants and distract him from thinking about
anything you wish to obscure.��

Caed�s eyes swum back into focus
and he furrowed his brow angrily. �I�m not going to tell you everything just so I don�t tell
Dumbledore anything!� �you�re a psychopath!
�and.. I don�t
have enough to distract him.� I don�t
think i do at least.�

I don�t really remember that much about grindelwald.�

Dumbledore beat him..he..locked
him in Nurmengard.�
I never read about how it happened.�

I..Mione said that Dumbledore and Grindelwald
might have been..involved.. when
they were younger.� She said professor
McGonagall said something at..�

Tom could see the moment that Caeds
mind caught up with his mouth and he flushed red.

�Damn it. �You!��

Tom looked at him in innocent query. �I?� I haven�t done anything!� I offered you advice.� That�s all.��

Caed fumed �You melted my bloody
brain is all.� Don�t touch me! You..you did that on purpose��

Tom smirked at him and leaned in quickly, capturing his
mouth and kissing him hard, pushing him up against the wall even as he held him
in place.�

�MMMmmmph� Caed
managed.� He struggled to push tom away
even as he responded helplessly. �

This time when tom pulled back from the kiss, Caed
let his head fall back against the wall, breathing hard.

�Stop that..� he muttered weakly.� Tom smirked.

�No.� and I don�t believe you truly want me to.� Are you talking about Minnie McGonagall?� Gryffindor fourth year?��

He leaned in, smirking slightly as he felt the hard line of Caeds
erection against his thigh.�

�I don�t know.. I guess.� Yeah.�� Caed muttered,
surreptitiously moving every so slightly against him.
�

In response he leaned in harder and ground himself against Caed,
who groaned and closed his eyes, breathing faster.

�What did she say then?�
About Dumbledore and Grindelwald.�
He prompted lightly.

Caed bit his lip and shook his
head slightly.� �uhh.. I...don� remember.. doesn�t matter... could you.. with
your hand?..��

Tom moved back slightly, taking the pressure away, smirking
as Caed�s hips tried to follow him at first.�

The boy growled, frustrated �I don�t know.� Something!.. he never got over him or something like that.� I wasn�t there.�

Hermione thought he might have loved him.�
It was just gossip.� Professor McGonagall
was drunk or something..upset..

Tom!!.please!!.�

Tom smiled, pleased and rubbed his hand over the hard raised
bar in the boy�s pants.� �Oh?� Where did this happen?��

Caed bucked against his hand. �Ohh god.. more..� harder..� your..your hand.. please....� he
whispered.�

Flashing a devilish grin, Tom moved close and slid slowly
down the panting blonde�s frame, wringing an excited moan from him.

�Oh god.. are you going to.. oh fuck..� �

The way he looked at him, so excited and overawed, was most
satisfying, Tom thought as he unfastened Caed�s robes,
parting them as he eased lightly to his knees.�

Caed whined excitedly when Tom leaned forward and
rubbed his face against his cock through the material of his trousers, looking
up at him provocatively.

�You must remember where... why was McGonagall drunk?� he murmured.� �Focus.. this is you we�re
trying to help..��

He traced a pointed tongue lightly up the solid raised bar straining at the
fabric.

�Oh Merlin..� the boy whispered,
shuddering and bucking helplessly. �Please... please Tom.. I..
I need..Please.. you.. you want me don�t you?�
Please..touch me.��

Tom tilted his head and looked at him expectantly as his
hand trailed up Caed�s thigh feather light.�

Caed broke again� �It was his funeral.� McGonagall was in her cups cause she fancied
him or something.. Hermione said..
I wasn�t there.. I was.. I
was.. Oh please!!!�
Please!!��

Tom undid Caed�s trousers quickly, delighted at the idea that Dumbledore had bitten
the dust, even if so far in the future. He slid his fingers into Caed�s trousers, easing them down slightly so that he could
expose the cock he had not yet seen in close detail in the light.�

It was every bit as lovely as the boy it belonged to, he found.� Long and straight and slender..Circumcised and a deepening pink at the head as Caed became more desperate and needy.� It wept a pearly tear as he watched.�

�How did he die?� he asked distractedly, his eyes fixed on
the beautiful organ before him.

�Tom!!� Caed whimpered.�

He looked up to him in warning. �How did he die?�

Caed hissed an impatient response.
�It was a death eater. �Stop teasing me
now! Please tom!!��

He grinned widely.� He
would kill Dumbledore in the end
after all, even if by proxy.�

He trailed his fingertips up the length of the pale shaft, which twitched in
response as Caed gasped.�

Scooping up the tiny bead of precum he brought his
finger to his mouth and sucked, looking up at Caed
and letting his eyes close. �delicious..� he informed
him softly.��

He gripped Caed at the very base
and leaned in, parting his lips as if to suck, hearing the caught breath above
and feeling the cock in his fingers become even harder in response, and then
hesitated.. breathing hotly over the head of Caed�s cock and looking up.

�Am I alive when all this is going on?� he asked as if an afterthought.�

Caed looked about ready to scream
or hit something. �Yes.� Yes fuck yes
alright!� You�re alive!� You ordered it!� He�s dead.�
He�s headmaster so he�s a fucking portrait forever � goddamn it if you
don�t-��

When he ran his tongue up the underside of Caed�s dick, the boy stopped mid threat, jolting as if
stung and hissed in shock.

�oh fuck.. thats
so.. so..� ��

he heard the knock of Caed�s head against the wall
behind him, smirked and sucked up the side of the rather nice cock in his hand,
hearing Caed gasp and feeling the boy buck again slightly,
his hands gravitating helplessly to tom�s head and hovering hesitant inches
away.�

When he pulled the cock down and suckled on it lightly, Caed did grab his head, yelping in pleasure and alternately
trying to push him away and pull him deeper, indecisively.�

A flippant wave had the boy�s arms pinned to the wall beside him as he sucked
harder, slowly swallowing the length of his cock.

�FUCK!!!� Fuck..� Tom.. oh..stop.. its
..� i�m
going to.. STOP!!� �Caed begged desperately, panicked.�

The boy was so sensitive.� Inexperienced.� He didn�t
want him to spill just yet, he decided and pulled
back, returning to licking the long smooth shaft.�

He lowered his head and nuzzled at Caeds small
hairless balls, enjoying the groan of delight that the boy gave when he licked
them.� The skin over them contracted into
tight little wrinkles at the passage of his mouth and he sucked one then the
other into his mouth gently.�

Above him Caed�s head had fallen
to the side slightly in bliss. �so good.. your tongue is so.. so hot..� he
mumbled faintly.�

Thinking him calm enough Tom returned to his cock, circling
his tongue around the head and then up through the slit.� Caeds whole body
trembled.�

�Tom..� he whispered and bit his lip.

When he started to suck him again, Caed
responded eagerly, pushing his hips forward in counterpoint.�

It took very little time until the boy was thrusting forward at him roughly,
entirely lost in the sensations of his body, groaning and murmuring little
curses and endearments.�

He felt him tighten in preparation for his climax, and leaned
in burying Caed�s cock in his throat, feeling
gratified at the loud ecstatic yell of pleasure that the boy made as his entire
body tightened and spasmed with the pumping of his cock.�

Tom drank him down quickly, sucking him clean and smacking
his lips thoughtfully.� Sweet.� The boy tasted
quite sweet, comparatively speaking.�

He admired once again the wilting member before him.� It was a nice size � it didn�t tax his throat
overly but neither was it by any means small.�

Leaning forward he kissed the soft head lightly and put Caed�s
cock back into his trousers, standing and fastening him up once again.�

The boy leaned on the wall looking blissful, his eyes closed
and a faint smile on his lips.

Tom nuzzled at his cheek gently. �Better than my hand?� he
asked softly.

�Yes.. � the reply sounded
sleepy.� �Amazing..better
than anything I�ve ever felt.�

Tom kissed him and sighed. �We had better go.� We�ve probably missed the first quarter of
class.

Caed wriggled against the wall
where his wrists were still bound. �Don�t want to.. want to go to bed.. Isn�t there some way to get around
Dumbledore and go to bed instead?!��

Tom kissed his cheekbone thinking to himself.�
Yes.. there might
be.�

�No.. I�m afraid not� he said sadly.�

His mind drifted from the idea onto Dumbledore again.� The man was Grindelwald�s
lover, at least possibly..

That was sure to be a sore point for him.. and almost certainly something he wouldn�t wish revealed.

If there were proof..then
his problems with Dumbledore might possibly be at an end.�

�Come on.. we
have to go� he said reluctantly to Caed, dispelling
the bindings.�

The boy slouched forward, pulling a face.� �Can you...will you do that again..later?� he asked softly, hopefully.�

Tom smirked.� �We�ll see� he
offered.� �If you
perform adequately in your lessons perhaps.��

Caed�s forehead furrowed
anxiously. �But..you want me.. right?�
he asked worriedly.� �Not.. not just because of what i know?� You want me too?��

Tom felt a peculiar pang for the boy.� So..weak.� So desperate.� Normally he despised such neediness�

�I want you, yes.� I would still yearn to have you, even without
your strange background�
- now come.�

He leaned disillusioned in the shadow of the pillar watching
the students come and go.�

Any minute now Caed was going to come
up the stairs on his way to Dumbledore�s office.� He paid extremely close attention.� This would need to be precisely controlled or
the result could be worse than he intended.�

It was more complex because he had to obscure the origin of the hexes which
necessitated a hidden position, an acute angle and hexes that did not
flare.�

He smiled as the beautiful blonde came through the doors
unhappily, trudging to the stairs and climbing as if to his death. �

Caed had almost reached the top
when tom cast the tripping hex and a lesser known weak variant of the stupefy
that knocked him out even as it threw him backward slightly.�

The result was that he fell - backward, down toward the long expanse of
stair.�

As he fell limply down through the air toward the unforgiving
stone of the stairs, Tom carefully sent the curse that broke his arm and ribs
and, no sooner than he�d sent those, cast a gentle levitation charm to control
the boy�s movement and prevent him from doing any genuine damage to himself in the fall.�

He caught him only bare inches from the stairs, cushioning
his fall as he rolled and tumbled down to lie crumpled at the foot of the
stairs.

Caed would be somewhat bruised, but he would not have
suffered a broken neck.��

Only after the broken puppet landed, his arm at an
unpleasant angle, did he send a temporary blinding hex, unfortunately
necessarily producing a black flare of energy as the spell arced through the air.�

As the cries of shock from the surrounding students and
calls for a teacher rang out, he had already melted away down the corridor,
making a large circuit and doubling back to get to his languages
classroom.�

Caed would be fine.�
He would visit him in the infirmary later.� Dumbledore however would be furious.�

Caed might feasibly be knocked out overnight with so
many broken bones and, even if not, the blinding hex would mean that Dumbledore
could not use legilimency to access his mind.�

He had every confidence that Madam Ricktor would
prevent any untoward meddling with her patient.�

As he slid into his seat and opened his Arabic textbook he
caught Abraxas eye, who frowned at him curiously.�

�you look pleased.� what�s happened?� he
whispered.�

Tom allowed himself a small secretive smile and turned back
to his book.

Awareness burst around him in a flare of pain. �Uuurgh.. wha?� he groaned.�
He was in a dark room.�

He was.. he was lying down on
a bed.� When he opened his eyes, he
couldn�t make out a thing, it was so dark.�

Was he in the dorm?�
He could hear..something..�

�Mr Piper��
Dumbledores voice made him squeak in
shock and try to crawl backward, crying out in the sudden agony that shot
through his ribs and arm. �It hurts!! Stop!!� he yelped out plaintively.�

�I am not doing anything, Mr Piper.� You are in the infirmary.� You have had a nasty fall it seems.��

Harry tried to stay still but it hurt even so.�

�Oh look what you�ve done, Albus!� He�s popped the seal on his ribs already. If
you�re going to excite him like this you�ll have to leave.��

Harry swallowed. �turn on the light
please..� he said, in sudden suspicion that it might already be on.�

He was told as much by the matron a second later.�

Oh god.. what
had happened?!� He�d been on his way to
Dumbledore, he�d walked up the stairs and then... he�d tripped?..�

But that wasn�t right.. he
couldn�t remember landing.. he couldn�t even remember
falling.�

He swallowed and investigated the parts of his body that were currently sending
frantic bursts of pain signal to his brain.�

His eyes felt fine.�
He couldn�t see anything at all but it didn�t hurt.� Gingerly he felt his eyelids.�

�Someone has cast a blinding hex on you, Caedmon� Dumbledore
informed him, making him shy away again painfully.�

The voice had come from his right now and far too close.�

He pressed his uninjured arm around his ribs blinking away
the tears that had sprung to his eyes in pain.�

�Is it.. am I..��

�No.� It is
temporary.� If it is not reversed, it
will wear off eventually.� Dumbledore said sounding relieved.�

Harry blinked in the darkness.� Dumbledore was probably only relieved because
if he regained his sight, he�d be vulnerable to legilimency again... at that thought, the pieces slotted into
place in his mind.�

Tom.�

Tom had probably done this somehow.� It
was exactly the kind of thing he�d
do.� He could see the twisted logic of it
clearly.�

�When will it wear off?� he asked softly.�

Dumbledore sniffed. �Difficult to say.� If it doesn�t wear off in a reasonable amount
of time, we may be in a spot of bother with your admittance as a student.�

If you cannot participate in classes, you cannot catch up with the work� � and if you
cannot do that you will not pass NEWTs � and naturally, if you cannot attain
any of your NEWTs, there is no further reason to remain at Hogwarts.�

I would have to see about finding you other more suitable accommodation for
your convalescence.�

So let us hope that whatever spell was applied, it dissipates fairly
quickly.� You don�t recall who hexed you,
do you?��

Harry shook his head.�

Dumbledore asked again, a low prompting tone� �and you cannot think of anyone who
may have done this?��

Harry rolled his blind eyes. �Well..
lets see � half the school
probably.� They don�t seem to like me
much after your introduction.�� Thanks
for that, professor.��

Dumbledore huffed disdainfully.

�You may not believe it � but I sought to help
you, Caedmon.� The boys you appear to
have fallen in with are a bad lot.�

You would have been better served by finding friends among the halfbloods and mu-ggleborns of
the other houses.��

Harry gaped at him disgusted.� He admitted baldly that he�d done it to set
the purebloods against him�
and what the hell was that hesitation on the word
muggleborn.�

As much as he currently disliked Dumbledore he couldn�t imagine that he would use that..other..
word.� �Well.. thanks for your help professor Dumbledore.� I�m sorry I didn�t make our meeting.� What did you want to talk to me about?��

There was a long pause and then Dumbledore said irritably.
�It will wait until you are well again.�
I�ll let you rest now.��

Harry set his jaw.�
�No.. it�s fine.� No time like the present.� I can hear you fine and my mind is clear
enough right now.� What did you want to
meet me about earlier?��

He heard Dumbledore shift slightly and the man was suddenly
next to him once again.� A spell rippled
across his senses.� Muffling charm?� Probably, he decided.�

�How are you finding your classes, Caedmon?�
Have you been working on charms and potions?� You have arithmancy tomorrow.. although I don�t know how you
hope to manage in that class if you cannot see. .��

Harry smirked inwardly.�

�I�ve been working on charms, Sir.� I�m
almost halfway through the sixth year textbook already.� I think Professor Slughorn was happy with my
potions submission and�
I�m also working very hard on arithmancy.�

I think I�ll be able to catch up with the class in a few weeks.��

Dumbledore shot back disapprovingly.�
�Yes.. I heard
about your performance in Potions.� A
project with Tom Riddle, I believe.�

Professor Slughorn was very excited about your revolutionary improvements to the Amortentia
potion.�

I must caution you against trying anything of that nature again Caedmon.� I will not tolerate you utilising knowledge
you should not have and putting us all at risk.��

Harry grit his teeth and said tightly �� yes sir.�� Dumbledore continued � �And I advised you not to go to Tom for assistance.� Caedmon.. I had
hoped you would choose to be selfless and not bother a student I informed you
was overloaded with work � but since you do not appear to have decided to do
the right thing, I will tell you -

Tom Riddle is a very troubled boy, despite appearances.� I would like you to break your contact with
him.�

What you know is too dangerous to risk around him.� Tom can be very persuasive..
he may seem to be helping you but that boy serves only himself.� He will convince you to trust him and then he
will coax the information he desires out of you.�

You must stay away from him.��

Harry knew everything he said to be true but it still grated
against him.� It was so Dumbledore.� Why couldn�t he just have said that in the
beginning?! �Harry had already known it
but that wasn�t the point.�

It was so typical for Dumbledore to dismiss other�s ability to handle relevant
information and lie and manipulate instead.�

He wasn�t as good at it right now as he would be in the future.�

Dumbledore�s person aside, �the core of what he said was true
though.� Tom was dangerous.. Dumbledore had no idea how dangerous.�

He was persuasive and he was trying
to get information out of him already � his mind flicked back to what Tom had
done in the passage.� He swallowed,
trying to think of something else because the thought of how Tom had looked
with his ..with his lips around ..� he was so achingly good
looking and.. and his tongue... the thought of it made
him harden.�

He shifted his thoughts to the safer memory of lying on his bed while Tom taught
him charms.. sitting at Toms
couch working on arithmancy problems.�

He was a good teacher.� He was going to
do all the terrible things in the future anyway, with or without Harry�s input,
so why shouldn�t he let Tom teach him things?! �

Dumbledore had the right idea about how bad Tom was but he didn�t
take it far enough.� He didn�t realise
just how dangerous Tom was already.�

Tom had already said he wouldn�t let him go now, Dumbledore telling him to
break off contact was too little too late.�

If Dumbledore himself weren�t such a colossal dick, maybe Harry
might have been sorted into Gryffindor again.�

As it was, he suddenly realised he had no intention of staying away from Tom
just because Dumbledore said so.�

�Thank you for your concern, Sir.� I�ll think about what you�ve said.�� There.�
That was polite enough, he thought.�

Dumbledore obviously wasn�t buying it though. �It is not
sufficient to think about it Caedmon.� I
want you to give me your word you will cease associating with Tom Riddle!��

�No!� Harry blurted too quickly.

�I won�t give you it.� You can�t decide
who I will talk to or who I will be friends with, Professor.� I said I�d think about it

�� I�ve thought about it.� I�m not walking away from everyone here who
has been nice to me just because you say so.��

�That is most unfortunate Caedmon..
You continue to make bad
decisions.�

Why can you not simply see sense?! ��

Either you will walk away from Riddle and his circle or I will go to the ministry about your presence here and have you
removed from this school � and in fact from society as a whole.��

Harry flushed in anger, biting his cheek so hard that his
mouth tasted of blood in the effort to keep silent.�

�I am not playing in this matter.� You will
cease consorting with him or you will be moved to Azkaban.�

Do you understand me Caedmon?��

Harry ground out �I understand..sir�� he blinked away the panicked tears that
sprang to his eyes, forcing them away; forcing himself to display a blank
face.� He refused to show Dumbledore his internal
disorder.�

�And furthermore, Caedmon � I will have all information you possess on Gellert Grindelwald!� I have
had enough of reasoning with you.� Tell
me what you know now or tell me from your future residence.� It makes little difference.��

Harry turned his head away, �looking� in the direction he
assumed Dumbledore not to be in.�

�I can�t do that sir.� You would be
�using knowledge you should not have and putting us all at risk� � as you said
yourself.� I�m pretty sure that Grindelwald is more important to the timeline than minor
improvements to the amortentia potion, don�t you
think?��

He could feel Dumbledore lean close down to him;� He could actually feel the magic whipping around him
angrily.

�You are trying my patience, boy.� I can
have you removed from this school tomorrow.�
I will have that information!��

Harry turned back, narrowing blind eyes at the man he felt
next to him.

�I don�t remember much about it.� I told you already.� He was defeated.� Sometime around the end of the second world war.� I don�t
know where or how.� It wasn�t really
covered in school.�

Dumbledore huffed. �You know more than that.�
Tell me!��

Harry bared his teeth in a snarl back.� �Fine. You want to
know?� It was you that did it.� Whatever it
was that happened.� You defeated him.� And then
you spent the rest of your life alone and miserable!��

He felt the air around him clear as Dumbledore leapt
backward in dismay.� �What.. what do you mean?� the older
wizard demanded.�

Harry glared at the location the voice had come from. �Someone
who knew you well said you never got over him.�
You were alone and miserable
from the day of your victory till you died.� Happy?!�

Aren�t you glad you forced me to tell you?�

That�s all I bloody know about it, I
did have other things in my life besides your
history, you know � now piss off and let me go to sleep!� My arm hurts.� �

Dumbledore was nearly upon
him a second later. �Curb your repugnant little tongue, boy!� You will show respect when you address
me.��

Harry cried out in pain as his broken arm was suddenly knocked, breaking the bone
crust that was forming.

�You will not speak of this matter with anyone.� Anyone, Caedmon.� And
you will report to me as soon as your eyes have healed.� If I see you with Tom Riddle again, I will ensure you are removed from Hogwarts.��

There was a movement near him and then he heard swift steps
cross the room and the door opened and closed.�

He swiped angrily at his wet eyes, gasping and trying to think.� Despair was settling onto him like a cold
damp blanket.�

The matron returned a minute or two later, finding him there, damp cheeks,
clutching at his arm.�

�Oh, goodness gracious!� What has happened here, Mr Piper?!� You must remain calm and still in order to
allow the bones to knit back together!�
If you continue to move about to this extent, I will have to petrify
you!��

He apologised numbly and allowed himself to be helped down into bed.

�Try to get some sleep now.� When you
wake, your bones should be fine..and..I�m sure your
eyes will right themselves soon enough.�
Don�t fret!.��

Harry nodded and thanked her, listening to the woman he�d never even seen
bustle away again.�

He lay in the blackness wondering just what he was supposed
to do now.� Dumbledore was worse than ..well.. no.. he was kind of par for the course really � he corrected
himself.� But he was way more obvious
than he would be in the future and bloody nasty to boot.�

His arm ached now.��

This was horrible.� It seemed like
whenever things couldn�t get worse here, they just did anyway.�

He wondered whether he would have to do everything that
Dumbledore said now.� Would he really
have him put in Azkaban or kicked out of Hogwarts?� Could he? ��

The feeling of a spell around him made him instantly
alert.� �Hello?� he tried, nervously. �

It was the scent he recognised before the sensation.� Lips pressed against his and he could smell Tom�s
hair.. his skin..

He kissed him back needily, raising his good arm to
try to pull him close.�

The arm was captured and pressed down to the bed quickly as tom broke the kiss.

�I heard everything. �When
you told him to piss off, I could have kissed you.� I�m disillusioned so cover your face a little
with the sheets when you speak.��

Harry complied immediately and was shocked at the desperation in his own voice
when he asked urgently �What are we going to do?!!��

A soft hand stroked his hair and he sighed.�

�We are not going
to do anything, Caed.�
I will handle it.��

Harry nodded, suddenly confident that he would.� Tom was like some force of nature.� If he said he could do something it meant he
already had a plan for how to do it.�

�You pushed me down the stairs� he muttered
resentfully.� He received a kiss on the
forehead for it.

�You expressed the wish to avoid Dumbledore and go to bed,
did you not?� Well..
you�re in bed and Dumbledore did not view your
memories.� Look at how dedicated I am to
fulfilling your desires..��

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