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A/N: Alrighty. Here is that ‘big bad chapter’ I’ve been warning you guys about since the beginning warning/introductions. Don’t say I didn’t tell you so. There is still a LOT more to go… I hope some of you readers will stay with us and continue to read- It gets better and more interesting, trust me. Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

Riddle soon reached the chamber's opening, speaking in parseltongue and opening it, the passageway staying open now that he had passed into it and slid down the usual slippery slope to the bottom. He landed in bones, the sickening cracking sound that did not bother him in the least as he made his way across the room, not flinching or being disgusted as he stepped more bones and caused them to split or crack. After a small walk, he came to the brilliant opening of a long-forgotten chamber, feeling at home.

Walking forward, he traveled to the huge opening ballroom-like room, moving to stand in the middle of it all. He stared around the cold, stone room before he smiled, laid down right where he was, and pushed his soul out of the younger boy. When he was done he kneeled down, stole the diary back, and then summoned the Basilisk. It slithered around the room, as if guarding it, while Tom focused his attention on more... Personal matters.

The matter at hand, that is, was ruining this boy's life who lay so innocently before him. He moved to get down on his knees, crawl over the boy, and stare down at him with a smile.

"Harry...Harry...Can you hear me?~ Wake up~" He asked softly, moving to run a hand down before it slowly shot up the boy's front to touch that skin underneath. Oh, yes, he couldn't wait to carry this out. The boy was going to be raped, whether he wanted to be with Tom or not.

His first thoughts had been that he must have passed out again and that Tom had carried him to his bed. He pictured rather childishly, himself on his bed being watched over by a worried and adoring Tom. He could not have been farther from the truth

It didn’t take Harry long however, to realize that his "bed" was rather hard and cold. 'Maybe I'm still on the floor...' Harry thought the feeling coming back to his extremities now. When he heard his name, he stirred in honest now. The voice seemed exceptionally close... He could feel the warm breath on his face and neck. The first touch made him whimper a little, and he figured that, from his tone, Tom was teasing him again. The second, more aggressive touch that was a cold hand caressing his side made Harry wake up in earnest as the blood rushed to his face and another place.

"A-ah-! Tom why did you... You..." He opened his eyes finally had started to fuss, only to notice how they were positioned and the surroundings suddenly.

It was a stone floor he had been lying on but it was shiny black brick, not tile as in Hogwarts where he should have been. He was flat on his back, and though it was hard to see the rest of their surroundings because of Tom on top of him… It was wrong. It was as large as the great hall, but not nearly as welcoming. Stone serpents of all sizes decorated this room, all of them looking ready to move at any moment their eyes filled with precious jewels that glittered malevolently in the low light. What was that hissing noise? Harry couldn’t see it. It was so dark in here... Was this another memory?

Harry looked back at Tom, still flushed from the touching. His eyes, were they always that color? Maybe it was the light, but they looked almost red. But everything else was the same, the pale skin, the dark hair, the pleasant smile. Still he had no reason to be really worried, he was with Tom.

"Tom... Where are we...? Is this another memory?" Harry asked trying to make it obvious by the way he squirmed that he really didn’t feel comfortable being under him like this. Though, he didn’t say it. Hiss hiss, what WAS that...? Maybe it was the water...

Tom continued his touching of the other boy's soft and warm skin, moving to kiss him softly before pulling away just enough to hear the Gryffindor's questions. "No, it's not a memory. Ron was after the diary and I needed to hide, but you were unconscious... I was running along and found this area. If I had gone back to Gryffindor tower, Ron would surely be there waiting for us. I had to find somewhere to wait until you came to... I just couldn't keep my hands to myself, however." He leaned down, moving his lips onto the other boy's neck and capturing it in hungry kisses.

Part of Harry believed this, and another part was a little confused as to why Tom chose this place. This place did not make Harry feel safe at all--And, where WAS here anyways...? If it had been easy to find, wouldn’t the students know about it?

He shivered again when the touching under his shirt did not stop, or the kissing. He had to admit it felt really good, and had to struggle to stay on task because of it. But it was strange that Tom had not stopped when he had shown discomfort at what was being done to him.

"W-Wait... This isn’t... I don’t think we should be doing this here." Harry said gently moving his hands to the arm that kept slipping up his front, trying to stop it. "I don’t like it here; can’t you hear that noise...? We can do this later let's just leave first...!" He did not like all those fake eyes on him, watching. Where was Ron? What had Snape wanted...? He tried to squirm into a sitting position, or at least out from under Tom whose eyes were still resolutely red.

Of course the older boy's eyebrows furrowed slightly at Harry trying to pull away or question more. "We're safe, trust me. I know this place... Do you not trust me?" He leaned back up, trying to kiss the other boy again. However, he did not let up, move off of him, or stop his determined fingers from advancing further. Harry's little complaints were not going to stop him from what he had planned. Either the boy could make this easy for himself or difficult and painful.

He cried out softly as the hand went farther up; he couldn’t help it, he had gotten used to this treatment and they hadn’t touched in a long time... But no. No. He couldn’t complain for a moment, because of his lips being busy. It took time to work away from it; he got the strangest feeling that Tom did not want him to keep talking like this.

"I-I do trust you, Tom! It isn’t like that but... Nnh...I thought you said you just found this place... So... So how could you know it...?"

It was hard to think clearly but he was quite sure Tom had told him moments before that he had JUST found this spot. Maybe he had misheard, or Tom had misspoken. He wanted this to keep going, but he didn’t like it here, and he did not like that he wasn’t being listened to. Harry had made it clear he wanted to leave and he had been brushed aside, why... Why couldn’t they just leave? Anywhere but here...!

"Please--Please stop, let’s just go! I don’t want to do this here..." Harry whimpered, still gripping the other boy’s arm desperately, becoming slightly afraid now. He had never thought of what might happen if he did not just nod his head and go along with what Tom wanted.

Riddle certainly did not care for the other boy trying to pull away from him or stop what he was trying to do. It was also aggravating that he actually had to spell it out for the other boy... And he tried not to let that resentment show on his face.

"I did. However, I just have a feeling that this place is good, that it's safe. I had to use parseltongue to get in and I'm quite sure that hardly anyone knows that, do they? I'm very sure that we're perfectly safe, Harry."

Oh, it was a bit painful to have to refer to this boy by his first name now, as if they were on the same level or there was some affection there. There was no longer any for him... Not that he felt affection in the first place. But now that he was aware of the other boy's place in his own history... It changed things from how coy and 'innocent' they used to be.

After Tom said it, he shivered. Harry knew parseltongue, and he had been accused of being the one to open the Chamber of Secrets. It was a mark of a dark wizard. It was the mark of Salazar Slytherin. ‘Hardly anyone knows it...’ Only two people knew it and they were both there.

His heart began to beat rapidly, and not because of the hands on his skin, or the taste of the other boy on his lips. A small ember or realization had formed in his mind, but no--No! No, it couldn’t be Tom. He was jumping to conclusions, he knew how to talk to snakes and he wasn’t a bad person.

But suddenly it was as if Harry's brain started to work again though he didn’t want it to. The attacks were during Tom's time at Hogwarts; they had stopped when Harry found the diary and had not left it alone. They were alone in a chamber that needed a parselmouth to open it.

And hearing Harry protest further just made Tom angrier. He was no longer that kind gentleman who was so cautious and wary as to what the Gryffindor needed or wanted. He would not hold back or step down but instead push onward.

"I don't understand why it is troubling you? We are safe."

He dove in more aggressively, taking the boy's lips and actually biting more than he normally would've. He was pressing their bodies flush and grabbing the other boy all over, obviously finding the clothes to be a blasphemy to dare stand in his way. Tom merely ignored the scared and desperate grip on his arm, quite deaf to any of the boy-who-lived's desires to get out of this chamber or out from underneath the Slytherin who wished for nothing more but to take this further.

The kiss that was a bite scared him, but not as much as how he was being fondled and held against his wishes. But though his mind was reeling, his body reacted in a completely different manner. Harry grew hot and felt the now familiar ache growing in his nether regions. He unwillingly arched when the hand brushed his sensitive areas moaning and still trying to talk Tom off of him halfheartedly. He wanted to stay quiet, he wanted to give in and forget any responsibility about the repercussions. But he had to know, even if it was going to break him.

"Tell me... Tell me it isn’t you...!" Harry suddenly cried his small hands becoming suddenly vice-like on the arm he still held, as if holding tight enough might force this to all not be real. He would wake up and this would all have been a dream where he would have the real Tom to bury against to forget about it and not the one with red eyes and cold words.

There was no answer to the other boy. Tom chose to completely ignore what Harry was asking of him as well as the grip on his arms, though the grip did pester him. He instead pushed forward on more, rubbing their hips together and panting as he felt that heat and friction really start to build up.

There was no stopping Riddle now that he had Potter pinned like this; he was like a train without breaks at this point. Had Harry been anyone else... Perhaps he would've shown him a bit of mercy. But now that he knew who this boy was... How much he would ruin his future... He needed to put a stop to it now and to destroy him from the inside out. Especially now that he was within his grasp.

His hands moved without warning, pulling down the Gryffindor's pants as he still moved so that their bodies rubbed together. His hands moved on quickly undoing and ridding any clothes on the other boy, not caring how cold the floor must've felt pressed against his back or how uncomfortable he might've been. All that mattered was that he, Tom, demanded this. And he would get it, no questions asked.

The silence was worse than any gloating or sneering at his stupidity could ever have been. Harry felt something break at the clarity of who had been doing all of these horrible acts, the same person he had protected and grown like some awful plant. He began to struggle in earnest now, but it was much too late—Tom had known what was coming and he (Harry) had been pinned by the older boy to the stone floor. No matter how hard he pushed it was useless the difference in their strength was too great, and Harry was panicking too greatly to even think about his wand. This wasn’t real, it wasn’t.

The friction on his hips made him remember what they had done in his bed, how that back then it had felt so much different. The lust was the same though, he bucked weakly even as he tried his best to kick and push Tom away. His crying out and yelled protests were mixed with guttural mewls and only echo's and hissing were answering him. Harry felt the clothes leaving him hand began to strike Tom's back helplessly, not deterring him a bit from his plans. The stone was like ice to his flushed skin; it was nothing like the soft bed they had been together on before. He felt shame at how eagerly his body was reacting, how he was remembering how good this had felt before... Because Harry had no idea that they could go farther than they had already. Harry went from hitting Tom to trying to get his clothes back, trying to cover himself with his legs and arms uselessly.

When Potter began to fight back, though it was obvious his body was having mild second thoughts and wishing to continue, the Gaunt descendant did not hesitate. He lashed back twice as hard, easily over powering and beating the other boy with his size and strength alone. It was easy enough after how much Riddle had studied the human body as well, knowing several weak spots to attack and hold. He was merciless in slamming the boy onto the ground and forcing him to be still, making sure to bruise or cut him any chance he could just to punish him for his insolence.

"How dare you resist me. It's obvious you and I both want this. Do not make this difficult, /Harry/." The last word was spat with a new kind of venom in his words as he glared to the boy, his red eyes unforgiving and cruel.

"You want this. I want this. I need this. You should consider yourself lucky I have not already slit your throat for what you are. I now know who you are. But I do believe you do not know me." At this, he moved to pin the boy completely to the floor and stare into his face, glaring and with his voice hissing.

"I am Tom Marvolo Riddle. No, no. I actually do not like that name. The name I longed to be called is by Lord Voldemort, which I'm sure /you/ are familiar with. You wretched little thing who dared to challenge me and destroy me! I've heard what you've done to my future self. And that will NOT go unpunished, you arrogant fool. I cannot BELIEVE such a childlike yourself can even raise a wand to me! I will see to it that I rip out every last fiber of your being."

His hands moved and he shifted during his angry retorts to the boy, actually already getting into position-... He cared not to prepare Harry in any way. The fact that they had never even gone this far would more than already hurt the boy alone, yet if he continued... He thrusted his hard member into the boy below him without any warning or preparation, raw and rough. He could even feel the boy tear around him as he pushed in, beads of liquid which he assumed were blood now pushing around his length and slipping out around where their two bodies intertwined now.

"I. AM. LORD. VOLDEMORT!" He hissed, shifting so that he thrusted in and out upon every word, quite enjoying the fact that the other boy's blood was being used as a warm lubricant. "AND I WILL DESTROY YOU, YOU PATHETIC CHILD. WORTHLESS BEING. YOU WILL SUFFER FOR SUCH INSOLENCE." The dark-haired boy was just seething with rage, bruising Harry greatly with how strong his grip was along his body. He also took this time to cut, hit, or any damage he could to the other boy.

Suddenly Harry's world was filled with pain as he hit the floor with enough force to make him cry out, and that was before the secondary injuries on his flesh. He had hit his head rather hard when he had been forced down and the room spun for a few moments. The voice that hit his ears was and was not the voice he had been used to, it was like it had been twisted into something else. The words cut into him like knives, even if Tom had done those things... To hear him say such things to him was unbearable.

"I-I don’t want...." He started before he was pinned down completely.

If the first words were awful, what came next made Harry feel sick and the hair on his head stand on end. No--! No! He tried to struggle again with no use; he had to get away, anywhere! He had said--- They had---Not him. Not him! Tom couldn’t be him, Voldemort. No, because Harry loved him so he couldn’t be! The things they had done together... And said... All along had it been like this? He wailed and struggled; and there was worse to come.

At first, Harry thought Tom was killing him; what else could cause him so much pain? He was going to die, because the pain inside him was going to kill him. Warm blood trickled down part of his backside, but Harry didn’t care and he couldn’t think because it hurt and the more he struggled the more it hurt so he became still trying to get a grip. The words that were hissed into his ear were threats taking the place of where a lover’s whispers should have been. The thrusts made him gasp, trying not to cry; he could manage to not do that couldn’t he...? Caresses and stroking had been traded in for strikes and cuts now, the tight grasp on him made Harry struggle to breath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He tried not to move because it hurt, but Tom kept pushing into him and that was worse than any pain the hands had given him. He was scared, alone, and the other boy knew it. Harry tried not to look at him, trying to turn away, and hoping his lower half would go numb from this and he could pretend to be somewhere else. His pleading to stop sounded like they were sobs, but no tears came, and it was hard to think clearly because something other than pain was starting to stir again. And that made Harry feel even dirtier and all the water in the world would wash the stain out. Because even now, EVEN NOW, as he was raped by evil incarnate, part of him just wanted Tom to be nice to him. Because if he thought of him as Voldemort right now, he might break more than his heart.

It was just perfect having the boy underneath him like this. Pleading. Helpless. And, of course, at Voldemort's mercy. That was the truest pleasure he had found yet in Harry and he eagerly savored it. His thrusts did not stop and he only moved to what he desired, not the Gryffindor underneath, no matter how much he begged.

And, yet, it was such a shame that the other boy could've spared such an ending had he not acted the way he did. He would've been much better fitting at his side, doing his bidding, listening to his commands. The mere fact that he had the nerve to dare attack the Lord Voldemort was what set Tom off. It was only right to defend yourself. (He does not know about the prophecy, that's his future self, as another note, by the way.) Yet the Slytherin also felt that, deep down, he hurt from this. No, of course it wasn't that he 'loved' this boy or anything; that was just bizarre and simply stupid. But, rather, perhaps he felt that way at all the precious time he wasted on this boy... Or how he would've fared so much better at his side.... Or the fact that he missed that tongue and the warmth of hi-

He thrusted harder, ridding himself of such a thought. He did not miss anything and the mere suggestion of it belittled him. He wanted to make it as obvious as possible that he merely only regarded Harry as an exposable pawn who needed to be tossed aside for its sudden revolt. A much more devious thought came to mind however as he thrusted deeper, feeling the hot coil build up in his stomach. Something that began to fascinate him so...

Leaning down, the handsome boy actually kissed those traitorous lips as he gave a few final thrusts before burying himself in deeply and releasing. His kisses were actually soft, not biting, and his touches were delicate again like a lover's, not bruising. He suddenly started to act just like how Tom would've acted before with Harry, before all of this. Like a gentle lover. When he pulled away from the kiss he was panting, a warm smile on his face as his red eyes focused adoringly on the other boy.

The excitement growing in him at each thrust made Harry afraid; he was not supposed to be enjoying this. It hurt and scared him, and it was not a friend how was doing this to him so why...?

He shivered a small mewl escaping his mouth from time to time mixing with the cries of pain. Harry was quite sure that his hips were going to break if Tom kept using him like this; the stone floor was very unforgiving. Yet as the pace sped up he lost himself again, the thrusting made him dizzy the pain was being over ridden by something much better. Against his better wishes Harry cried his name over and over again as he neared the end of the race when his lips had been sealed in a kiss and not a bite and that was what set him off. The one single second of gentle affection sent him over the edge as Tom went with him.

"It greatly saddens me it must come to this, Harry." His voice even held no venom, just the sweet voice he used to murmur before as he moved a hand up to gently brush some of the Gryffindor's dark hair away from blocking those emerald orbs. "It truly does. You could've been so great, at my side. I would've brought you along and kept you greedily for my own. But you chose to attack me instead, not trust me. It simply saddens me that you never trusted me. I loved you quite deeply, Harry." Most of what he had murmured was actually true; however, the last bit easily flowed off his tongue as a complete lie. Voldemort loved no one, merely used. "I truly do. It hurts that you would act in such a way." At this he even began to lovingly caress and pet the other boy, as if he were a completely different person than the person a few moments ago.

As if nothing had occurred before Harry accepted the kisses greedily, needing all of the affection he could get now. He didn’t care about anything during those times, just wanting more and more. He would have more than enough time later to feel disgusted with himself. And just when all seemed well... Suddenly it was his fault he had been raped. It was ALL his fault, confusing Harry greatly who was so emotionally damaged at this point he was barely registering anything before now. He had been broken again.

Just as Harry opened his mouth to speak a voice that belonged to neither of them rang out "Harry! Oi, get off of him!" it was Ron but where...?!

Ron had seen what had happened to his friend in the chamber as he had tried to work his way through the rubble that Lockhart had caused. He had seen how Harry had jerked and wailed under the older boy who had beaten on him and used him like some toy between his legs. It had made Ron reckless and full of righteous anger towards the memory. It had all been clear, at least until Harry had arched under Tom crying his name.

Ron had already felt sick, but that had almost done him in. Did Harry really enjoy that...? No, no! Focus! Harry was his friend he had to get him away from that rat bastard while there was a chance. He had charged from the door way into the chamber without checking for a snake however...

Seeing Ron made Harry realize what he had done. He did not want Ron to see him like this--! Had he seen? That he had given into temptation even for a moment... He felt dirty again. Unclean, but he couldn’t move from his spot on the floor, even if he had wanted to. He wasn’t in the best shape for it.

Voldemort looked up at the yell from an intruder, his red eyes focusing and narrowing on the source of the noise now trying to charge at them. How DARE anyone interrupt? He should've made sure that that bloody traitor was dead when he choked him earlier!

Enraged at what was going on and the fact that he had let the Weasley escape with his life earlier, he quickly summoned the Basilisk who had been prowling nearby all this while along one of the many tunnels around the walls.

The Basilisk emerged, immediately charging for Ron like a foolish little mouse who had just wandered into its own trap. While this happened, Tom turned back to Harry and searched his clothes before pulling out the little notebook he had been bound to that was still on Harry's person since he had possessed him earlier. He also pulled out of the Gryffindor, straightened up quickly, and moved to get up as he kept his diary guarded and carefully close.

"I should've killed you earlier when I had the chance you filthy blood traitor!" He hissed out, giving commands to the snake to rip and tear him to shreds. He was livid his time was interrupted, completely ignoring the broken and beaten doll of a person lying on the floor where he left him.

Ron cursed more than a little when he saw the basilisk coming for him; so Hermione had been right in her notes. He dodged right behind a pillar avoiding eyes contact with the reptile; it would be really stupid to die like that after he just got here. He hadn’t really thought about how he was going to save Harry after he came to, only that he was going to. Perhaps he should have thought this through a bit more. He kept on the move for the snake was fast as it was large.

Still, as he caught his breath he heard the memory cursing at him and could not help but reply. "Don’t blame yourself; I know it’s hard work being the Heir of Slytherin. Killing on blood traitor is way down on the list of people you have to kill I guess!" Ron called from behind a large snake statue. Harry was still just staying there and every time he made a dive to get him the snake would chase him off.

Harry had been having a slight mental breakdown and had been shakily trying to put his cloak back on so he wouldn’t be sitting there in the nude alone.

Ron had come to save him after all. It made him feel warm again, but it faded quickly as he heard Tom's threats and commands to the basilisk. The person he had just lost his virginity to, the person he loved best was trying to kill his best friend--Had already tried. Harry struggled not to cover his ears; He could not leave Ron to die. But at the same time, could he deny his feelings? His legs were weak and sore they barely held him in a sitting position. He had to keep shutting his eyes to not see snake, since, that’s what Ron kept doing.

The Slytherin glared at that smart ass little comment, commanding the snake viciously to attack the other boy again. The Basilisk slammed into the stone statue, causing it to break and fall, loud bangs echoing all over the entire chamber along with Riddle's angry shouting. His red eyes turned onto Harry the next moment, realizing that he should take care of the boy-who-lived quickly while he still had the chance... But half of him was missing. Voldemort's eyes widened at what he was seeing, the boy pulling some kind of fabric over him... No. He wouldn't let him disappear just like that and cover himself up.

Voldemort moved back to Harry, pulling the cloak back and moving to put his hands around the younger boy's throat. "I won't let you escape either, Harry. You and that filthy blood traitor are going to be killed here tonight; I'll make sure of it." He was not going to let him escape or hide!

And, while he was concentrating on now choking the poor boy underneath him, he focused a bit less on the Basilisk chasing Ron. The Basilisk became a bit clumsy and actually accidentally ripped one of its eyes along one of the statues while hunting the ginger down before recoiling and hissing loudly, blood spilling from the gash now, half-blind.

The hands around his throat made Harry choke and struggle for breath the cloak ripped from him unceremoniously. He tried to pull them away with his own small hands with no luck, the wind was being crushed from him and he was starting to see spots as he kept trying to get free. He could not die here like this...

The pain of the snake gave Ron enough time to make it closer to where Harry was--"I said to get off him!!!" He bellowed aiming a spell at Tom who now seemed intent on choking Harry too. He didn’t know if it hit, or just grazed close enough to startle Riddle into letting the second year go. It was enough though because Harry was dropped, and miraculously he seemed to get some sense back. He moved quickly back to the clothing pile to grab his wand and pull his school robes on before Tom recovered. 'FINALLY' Ron thought, where had this Harry been all year?

Apparently the threats had finally gotten through into Harry's damaged head and he stood his ground, wand out and pointing at Tom; though shaking a little.

"Ron you take care of the snake, I'll take care of him--!" He was surprised at the confidence in his voice even though his body ached and felt like collapsing right then. He couldn’t let Ron die and he couldn’t either. If he could just keep Tom back, he could possibly fix this still.

"Oh great, I’m so glad I got the snake--Thanks Harry!" He heard Ron yell as the snake hissed angrily becoming more clumsy with rage.

"I’m not going to die just because you said I should...!" Harry said trying to seem more sure of himself than he was.

The older boy was knocked off of Harry with a spell he had seen only moments before, unable to dodge it. He cursed as he moved to stand up, seeing Harry regain his senses and actually move to grasp some clothing and his wand. And now Voldemort was facing an armed opponent, though he was a bit weak at heart obviously to have fallen for this all so far, and the clumsy basilisk trying to fight Ron now with one eye...

He summoned a wand from memory as well and it was then that he began to laugh. He could summon oh so much more with all of the power that was coursing in his veins from all the 'love' and attention he received from Potter all along. He summoned memories of him and Harry together. Big blots of memory suddenly appeared, as if they were floating portals into other dimensions and blurring the air around them, facing the one and only Harry Potter. Sweet little moments between them, kisses, all of Harry's affection towards Riddle was displayed before him, a sore reminder of what their 'relationship' was. He wanted to rip the boy apart emotionally and he wanted so very much to take advantage of it every opportunity he had. And he walked in between the memories, hiding behind them, occasionally mocking them aloud of the sweet nothings Harry would murmur to the diary before bed and so on.

Meanwhile, the Basilisk regained some of Tom's attention again now that he wasn't choking the boy, charging determinedly after Ron again though a bit slower... Not by much.

The laughter made a shiver run up Harry's spine as he stood his ground. The memories were bubbling out of Tom's wand and forcing themselves out into existence. They hung like memories on the empty air, things he didn’t want to see again because he had to hate the person before him. But he kept getting distracted by the pictures before him, memories in memories. Hearing the things he had whispered mocked back at him made Harry flush with embarrassment.

"Stop it! St-Stop hiding and fight me--!" He cried trying to block out all the voices and images. Still, it was working and Harry was losing his nerve again, heart aching.

Ron felt like he was eaves dropping on something very personal, and knew that the other boy was trying to guilt Harry into giving in again. "Harry! Don’t listen to him! If he really cared about all this do you REALLY think he would be trying to kill y---" But he couldn’t finish because the basilisk was getting better again, striking at him. If he could just get that other eye, but that would be like trying to hit the bull’s eye with a blindfold on.

Voldemort's little mocking started to take on a more of an affectionate tone, trying to lure Harry in deeper and deeper into his own aching heart. He was really playing it up and loved how he could use it against him so much. Potter's heart was weak and Tom knew it, stroking that weakness any chance he could.

He needed to silence that insufferable fool who was trying to make the Gryffindor snap out of it though, glaring over and commanding the Basilisk to move faster and bring him back Ron's head.

Focusing his attention back onto Harry, Tom moved closer and kept his movements smooth or polite again. "Harry, those were the best times- You and I, you know. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else but you. You must understand that I only act like this because of how much I care for you... How much I love you. It frightens me you'd do such a thing and harm me." He put, again acting like the old Tom as he moved in closer and actually went to try and hold Harry or touch him.

Harry heard what Ron said... Yes that was true he supposed... But... But if he could just get Tom to trust him again maybe things would be okay...? When he was older Harry would feel quite idiotic about this, but he was 12 and figured that while Voldemort might be Tom, this Tom at least wasn’t him. Yet anyways. He had been manipulated and used so much at this point he was developing a bit of a Stockholm syndrome for his tormentor as well as genuine affection. A small voice in his head said 'Even if there is the smallest chance he lets you live after this, he's not going to let Ron get away. That's the truth.'

The gentle tone worked on Harry like some sort of magic; it made him slow and easy to forget. He wanted to move forward and back, the memory of the hands on his neck still very fresh on his mind. But he wanted to go over to Tom very badly, to forget again and again and just pretend that things would be perfect if they were together.

When the magic L word hit the air Harry resisted the urge to just run over to him, trembling with the effort. He was right there now--- But the white hands made Harry wince and take a few steps back protecting his bruised neck. "You'll hurt me again---" Harry whimpered "Even if I say I won’t hurt you, you'll hurt me again...!" And still he wanted to test the fact. There might be a chance the embrace would be safe.

Merlin's pants how many times did Harry have to get hit to know NOT to get with arm’s length of Tom?! Still, Ron was way too out of breath to even talk let alone yell. He did think it was a bit odd Tom hadn’t killed Harry already though, true he had attempted, and raped him but he could have easily used a wand to do the job. Even now with the wand in his hand he was trying to lure Harry closer when a few words could have killed him. Hell, the basilisk could have eaten him too! Harry would be two bites for that beast. But no, the snake was after him.

Ron held a stitch in his side as this rushed through his head, he didn’t think the bastard actually loved Harry, but he might like the idea of keeping him around for "entertainment" which just made Ron hate him more. Maybe it was the blood ringing in his ears now... But he thought he heard some kind of music...

The older boy moved to try and get closer to Harry still, acting gentle and 'caring'. "So, if you were given the chance...Would you come with me or serve at my side, proclaiming your loyalty to me that is as true as you say your love is?" True, the fact that the boy dared to bring him down in his apparent future was what drove him to do such cruel things to him, however, the thought of keeping him around as his own little toy... To serve and do his bidding... He wondered if he would consider it.

"Would you do that, Harry, for us? Would you forget all of my outbursts and forgive what I have done so that we may be together?" He just simply loved torturing him or trying to lure him in. He could always prolong this boy's death. Who knew, perhaps this boy could make a fantastic man to stand at his side with a heart that was as bound to him as that scar was to his forehead? And with a few gentle words it was easy to just get him purring and to come along easily~

The words stabbed at him, hidden in coaxing words and smiles. To be happy this way...he would have to sell his soul and kill his friends. Everything he was would have to be wiped away to live like that. Would he even be himself...? Or would he just be some pet waiting to be played with while his Master was out burning the world? Why did it have to be like this?! The thing he absolutely could not do and the one thing that would keep him with Tom forever. He swallowed hard shaking, Harry had to say no fast or he would say yes the next time Tom tried coaxing him.

"I...I!!!" The words wouldn’t come out because the second he said them there would be no way to go back that Harry could see. There was music coming to him, echoing off the walls now louder and louder. It urged him on "Don’t make me do this--!" He cried, "Why can’t you just stay Tom?! You don’t have to kill people!!" It was a last effort to not give in. "I love you so why can’t you be happy with just---"

WHOOSH! Something red and gold had flown by at great speed to the basilisk and Ron. The snake had seen it and had gone to strike... But now it just made horrible spitting noises as the bird attacked its face, more blood on the stones. The phoenix, Fawkes, had stolen the remaining golden orb.

Ron had seen the bird coming and had heard it more than Harry had; it made him feel stronger, braver. Which was a good thing since he was pretty much out of stamina before then. The crimson bird had made a dive past Harry, diverting his attention away from Tom and then attacked the basilisk with its sharp talons. Its blood has speckled Ron, but the eyes were gone now. Something had dropped onto his feet, a raggedy old hat. The sorting hat.

The snake shook its head wildly, more blood falling, and Fawkes left it going back to Harry. Ron picked up the hat, and looked inside silver gleaming inside.

Fawkes had wheeled from the Basilisk, and instead went after its master. The phoenix dove between them snapping its beak and claws at the Slytherin, driving him away from Harry. It was so warm... How long had he felt something so gentle and real? Something that tried to protect him rather than hurt him?

Voldemort had the boy in his clutches, so close to breaking... But still, he resisted. His eyes narrowed and the next procession of events happened faster than he could nearly comprehend them. Fawkes flying in, attacking his beloved Basilisk and making it hiss in pain, thrashing around in its blind state, dropping the sorting hat, the sword being withdrawn, the bird attacking him... He stumbled back and fell down while trying to evade the bird's attacks before he withdrew his wand and fired at the bird angrily, moving back onto his feet quickly.

Things were turning against him now.

He had decided to take the luxury of torturing or luring the boy in front of him instead of just going ahead and finishing the deeds he set out for earlier... And now he was paying for it. He cursed himself, biting his lip as he moved back, holding his wand, and trying to attack the bloody chicken of a bird that was trying to fight him off of Potter as well as the confused Basilisk now threatening to bring the entire chamber to pieces by ramming into columns in its painful state. He needed to run. If he stayed here or allowed them to capture the diary...

He felt his already cold blood run colder at the thought of being killed or his book shredded. He wouldn't allow that- Not when he had so much in store for his future, finding his future self and other plans he had in mind. It was definitely not the most prideful idea that had come to fruition within him; however, he knew that he needed to flee. He would come back, oh yes he undoubtfully would, but for now he needed to take his chances and run as fast as he could out of the area.

Casting some protection charms on himself as well as firing some curses at the two boys and bird, he backtracked now to quickly escape past Harry and leave, becoming desperate now as he saw how this could all threaten his very life. He would sooner run and save his neck than die like a dog.

Fawkes had moved away from Tom when the curse had fired, but circled back to Harry almost immediately. When Harry would try to move forward the bird would block him with its wings like an adult blocking a child from a dangerous animal. He could hear the basilisk thrashing around, making the whole place shudder. A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye, Ron had a sword...? Something white hot grazed his face as a curse had just missed him, but it was enough to make him hit the floor from shock. Fawkes made another beautiful cry and swooped again at someone who ran by. Tom. Tom was running away.

Now was the time, he had to do something or Voldemort would come back--! If Tom escaped, the wizarding world would again be plunged into darkness. Harry grabbed his wand and aimed, Fawkes had given him courage and confidence again so why... Why could he not—

JUST SAY THE SPELL! SAY IT!

When Harry's spell fired however, it was so far off target he had to have missed on purpose. Again and again the spells missed the target; it might have been comical, easily compared to a wife upset with her husband and throwing dishes had it been something less serious. At the moment, when Tom still had such a hold on him… Harry could not hurt him.

While Harry had been firing spells pell mell, Ron had taken advantage of the basilisk’s weakness, its thrashing about hitting the pillars. He had slashed at it until finally in a spitting fit he had managed to stab the rubied sword through the roof of the mouth miraculously avoiding the viscous fangs. The giant snake writhed more than ever, bleeding out and hitting the floor.

By the time Ron had looked up, for he had known that a spell had almost hit him earlier he saw Harry yelling spells after a retreating Tom each one missing widely, it was hard to tell... If Harry was trying to hit Tom or just make him run away faster.

The Slytherin took the break and took advantage of Harry not being able to fire straight at him, running. A few spells came close but he was able to evade them, looking over his shoulder to fire some counter curses. He aimed at trying to bring down the entire Chamber around the two boys, wanting them dead. Not only that but he also tried to summon a second Basilisk from memory to block him from any further attacks while he escaped.

And with the giant solid but slightly transparent Basilisk now standing guard, both eyes intact and hissing towards the two boys, he knew he was safe to make a get-away. It was a shame he had to leave the dear chamber but his life was more precious. It was quick work from there escaping, using his wand to help fly out of the long passageways and back to the entrance. And from there he made his way out, fleeing the school with only one objective in mind... To find his future self. The only person he'd be willing to unite with, get close to, and share such powers.
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