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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38078 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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
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- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
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- 18-Ch 18
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- 20-Ch 20
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- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
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�No.� he said dismissively.�
Elana pouted prettily.

�But you promised
you�d spend more time with me.� You said
you�d visit me this week.� Its Wednesday already.�

Are you avoiding me?�

I can make you feel good and I know
you can make me feel good � you always make me feel soo good...

Please tommy!�
We could go to your room and-��

Harry looked at Abraxas in frustration.� The blonde was standing against the opposite
wall of the corridor ostensibly minding his own business.�

His hair was unnaturally glossy and straight today and he was running his
fingers through the ends of it over his shoulder absently while he appeared to
be extremely interested in the absolutely nothing that was happening at the end
of the completely empty corridor.�

�I have other plans tonight Elana.� Plans I can not
cancel.��

The blonde stamped her
foot in temper.

�Tom Riddle!� I�m
tired of chasing after you all the time.�

Either find time for me or its off between us.� I
am not some wallflower � I refuse to spend my evenings in my dormroom pining after a boy.�

You know that Clemens asked me to the
Yule ball-..��

Harry bristled.�
Clemens.. the name rang
a bell.� He was sure that Tom disliked
him.�

How the fuck would Tom respond to this kind of threat?!�

He couldn�t give her what she wanted..

well.. for a host of reasons
he couldn�t do that.. but he couldn�t just let her
dictate to Tom was one more reason.�

He was certain Tom would never tolerate that.�
This was annoying.

�Abraxas.� Come here.� he demanded in Tom�s �polite
dictator� voice.�

Abraxas snapped to unwilling attention despite himself and was at his side immediately, a questioning
eyebrow raised at him.�

Harry drew his wand and silently stupefied Elana,
catching her in his arms before she could fall to the ground and holding her
against him as if in an embrace.�

He cast a muffliato around them all.�

�You will obliviate her.� She did not find me this evening.� She was speaking to you and asking after me
when she suffered a fainting spell.�

You will tell her that I have been called away to assist a professor and will
be busy until very late.

You do not recall which professor.�

Reassure her of my..Tom�s.. continued affection. �I will be in m-his room should you require
anything further of me this evening.� I�ll
take dinner there. Gopper will bring it, I�m sure.��

�I have enough potion to last until
bed.� ..Good night Abraxas.��

He turned and pushed the limp Elana into the Malfoy
ancestor�s (who looked unexpectedly impressed) arms and spun, stalking away
quickly.�

A few seconds later he heard a dull meaty slap and half
turned.�

Abraxas had dumped Elana
unceremoniously on the floor.�

The blond was looking down the corridor at Harry with a small nasty smirk on
his face even as he squatted down and drew his wand.�

Harry heard him cast enervate after he had turned the corner into the next
corridor.��

He fixed his face to obscure the momentary guilt and concern
he felt at the way he�d treated the girl.�

He had conflicted feelings about her.�

She was very
pretty.. but he�d found
himself feeling annoyed and jealous when she was trying to climb all over him..just because on some level he knew she wasn�t doing it to
him � she was doing it to Tom and.. if only in the
back of his mind.. he could admit that he hated that.�

It wasn�t that she was a relatively harmless girl (even if she was a complete
slut and annoying to boot!) who was in danger if she was near Tom.�

It probably should have been that.. but it wasn�t.�

It was that he just didn�t like it when she touched the snakey git.�

Tom had kissed him.. he�d.. he�d more than
kissed him.�

If he was going to do things like that with Tom Riddle �
which was obviously evil and wrong in and of itself � then at the very least he
wanted the manipulative bastard to be faithful.�

Or.. or.. if
he couldn�t be faithful.. then.. at
least he shouldn�t parade some blonde slag around and shove Harry�s face into
the fact of his unfaithfulness. ��

He could have told Elana to push
off and never come back.. he�d
considered it for a moment.�

But Tom probably wouldn�t like that.�

In his current patently insane state of mind he found he wanted to please Tom..

He wanted to succeed in this so that when he came back he�d look at him in that
approving impressed way...

and he would come back of course.�

History didn�t show him dying at Grindelwald�s
wand � history probably just never knew he went there in the first place.

Unless history had changed..�

Was that possible?� Had he fucked
everything up and now the future he�d come from didn�t exist anymore?�

He stopped at the mermaid and whispered the password.� She blew him a kiss and winked.� He ignored it.�

Bloody portraits
even flirting with the arse.� No
wonder he was always so full of himself!

�Gopper!� he called
irritably.�

It was nice to have a house elf.� Hermione wouldn�t like it, he knew, but it
had been convenient to have dobby sometimes.. even Kreacher had had his moments
and Gopper was really nice to have around too.�

It wasn�t like he was Malfoy or anything � he�d never hurt a house elf..

But if they wanted to bring him
dinner and he wanted dinner brought then surely there was no problem there!�

The little elf flicked into the room and smiled timidly.
�Yes Master Riddle?� it said hopefully.�

�You are a good house elf Gopper.� Thank you for all your assistance.� Harry
told it.�

The little grey green creature turned orange-cheeked and
gaped.� A blush?� It hugged itself, shaking.

�don�ts need to be thanking me Master Riddle.� Gopper wants just
to serve you.��

Harry smiled slightly.�
�That may be true.. but
you are not appreciated often enough.�

Would you have any ice cream in the kitchens, perhaps?�� The elf nodded vigorously and popped
away.�

Harry had barely taken two steps before the elf was back
with the most obscenely elaborate sundae he�d ever seen.�

It had at least a dozen tiny balls of different flavoured ice cream with shaved
chocolate, nuts and tiny candy runes.�

He accepted the floating Sundae with a wide smile of
delight.

�Thank you gopper!!� he gushed, forgetting for a
moment that gushing was not among the Tom Riddle five most probable
expressions.�

The little beaming elf yelped at being thanked anew and
popped away again, still blushing.��

Harry spooned his icecream � the
first ball was something caramelly � and wandered
around the room aimlessly.�

It was his first chance to poke about the place.� He�d fallen asleep so quickly last night and
he�d had classes all day today � long endless boring terrifying classes in
which Alphard and Abraxas shadowed him like a
hawk.�

On one horrible occasion he�d been called upon to answer in ancient history and
hadn�t had a clue what to say, but looking down at his parchment he watched the
answer appearing in shimmering letters and saw Palmer of all people writing frantically on the other side of the
room.�

The answer had been right and he�d managed to carry it off � but it had been
hairy for a second.�

He stopped in front of the bookshelf and tilted his head to
read the titles.� There wasn�t a single
thing in there with dark, black or most evile
anywhere in the title.�

Maybe Tom kept his favourite books somewhere else.�

He reached aimlessly� and ran his fingers along the
spines.�

Frowning, he went back and did it again.�

Leather... leather leather..leather..
cloth..� that felt wrong.� The
book he was looking at was leatherbound.�

He rubbed his finger over it again.� Yes.. something wasn�t right
there.�

Reaching up to the top of the tome he dug a finger in and
hooked it out.�

As it passed through the plane of the bookcase its appearance changed.� What had been �herbology
of the east Siberian plains� became Gilfried Worts: Venoms and Stings for the Advanced Potioneer.�

Harry stared at it fascinated and looked back at the bookcase smirking.�

Brilliant.� He�d hidden everything in plain sight!!�

That was convenient.��

He shoved the potions text back and started at the top
shelf, pulling the books out one by one and reading the titles.�

Dark this .. dark that.. most evile yada
yada.. He smirked.

And then on the second highest shelf, in between �lethal
protection: traps and wards for the paranoid wizard� and �Senatus;
OnTriumph and Sacrifice� he found it.�

It felt strangely light and innocuous in his hand as he held it.� No sign of the danger within. �

He turned it over.�

The embossed writing was bright and clear.� The diary was new in this time.�

Curiously he opened it, flicking through the pages..blank.� He wasn�t
really surprised.�

It tingled in his hand.. it
was already a horcrux.�

So strange... one day he would kill the soul fragment that
resided inside this.�

He hefted it, imagining a tiny Tom Riddle in a box inside
being thrown from side to side and cursing in a squeaky little mouse
voice.� Stupid.� He smiled, walking over to the desk
slowly.�

It wouldn�t hurt to say hello.. poor
thing was going to be completely alone for fifty years.�

He wondered if Tom talked to it sometimes.�

It seemed cruel somehow.� Like locking your twin brother in the cellar for decades while you
travelled the world.�

Sitting, he flipped the book open and reached for the quill.. inking it and poising his hand
over the paper, hesitating.� What should
he write?� Oh yes.�

�Hello.� He
wrote.��

There was a long moment and then the book responded in
beautiful calligraphy �Hello.��

The word cleared and then the same lovely handwriting posed
the question

With whom am I
speaking, if I may ask?��

He thought about it and then answered.

�a friend��

The book didn�t seem to know what to do with that.� Harry wondered whether Tom Riddle had anyone
he would truly consider a friend at the time he�d made this diary.

��Perhaps you might tell me your name?� it
tried.

��Rumplestiltskin� he wrote back
and smirked.�

�...What would you
like to talk about.. Rumplestiltskin?� the book
flashed at him after a while, no sign of the irritation that Harry assumed the
real Tom would be showing right about now.�

He chewed on the quill thoughtfully and answered

�I want to know you
better.��

The pause here was decidedly longer.� He thought perhaps the diary had decided not
to respond again when the words appeared

��What is the date today, if you please?���

Grinning madly Harry wrote down with relish

�14 March 3102.��

The response made him laugh.

�...You are not as
amusing as you obviously believe yourself to be� �

He found himself feeling peculiarly fond feelings toward the
horrible homicidal monster.

�I can just see you
saying that too.� What is it like in
there?��

The diary responded after a long minute.� Harry imagined that it might be confused that
he seemed to know who and what it was..

�Answer my questions
truthfully and I might tell you.��

Harry hesitated for mere seconds and then, shrugging, wrote
back.

�I�m Caedmon.� I really do just want to know you
better.� Its December
of 1943.� You�re head boy now by the way.��

The pause dragged on and then the diary wrote back.�

�I see...�� How did you learn about this diary?��

Harry shook his head, smirking as he wrote.�

�You said you would
tell me what it was like in there.. I�m sure you
remember.. you only said it a
minute ago, Tom.��

The book responded and the supercilious tone fairly dripped off the pages.� �I
said I might.� Why do you want to know?� �

Harry dropped the quill on the parchment in irritation.� A second later he picked it up and wrote in
scratchy writing�

�I was curious.� Forget I asked.� I�ll put you back on the bookshelf.��

The response was immediate �

�NO!!�
Wait..��

The writing remained for a long time.� He smirked at it and then wrote. �A question for a question
until it�s time for bed?��

�Yes!�� the writing blinked
briefly.. then was replaced by new words.

�In answer to your
question - it is Hogwarts in here...without the students.��

Harry imagined Tom wandering through the school by himself
like a ghost.� It was not pleasant.�

He felt sorry for the soul fragment in the diary.� He was about to say something to that effect
when new words blinked.�

�Where is the Tom Riddle
out there right now?��

Harry wondered the same thing vaguely.�

�I don�t know� he
wrote.

��Maybe with Grindelwald.� Thats where he was going when he
left yesterday.�

The writing was rougher �Why
did he go to Grindelwald?!��

Harry wrote back.

�Not your turn.� What do you do all the time in there?��

Tom responded hurriedly. �I read mainly.��

�He went to Grindelwald to get dirt on Dumbledore I think.� Grindelwald and
Dumbledore were lovers�
when they were younger.�
Right now Dumbledore is being a pain in the arse and Tom wanted to
blackmail him.�

... aren�t you lonely with no one else in there?��

If writing could look irritated, Tom�s did right now.�

�What are you talking
about?!� Grindelwald
and Dumbledore � that�s preposterous!�

You are obviously fabricating again.� I would not be foolish enough to� -

Why did I particularly want to blackmail Dumbledore?� What exactly is he doing now?!�

�Harry stared
patiently at the paper until it came finally.�

�No.� I am not lonely.� I always found the other students
tedious.� Answer my questions!!� �

Harry wondered if it was true.�� It was possible.. maybe Tom would be happier
without the rest of the world around.�

�Dumbledore threatened
me.� He told me he�d remove me from Hogwarts
if I talked to you..that is..if
I talked to Tom again. So Tom went to Grindelwald
last night

� I tried to convince him not to.� But you
know you!... You don�t much care for other people
telling you what to do or not do��

Tom wrote after a second, while Harry was trying to think of
a question

�What are you to me?��

Harry rolled his eyes.�
The whole concept of taking turns seemed to be foreign to tom.�

�I don�t know.� He
wrote back �what was the first thing you
can remember really wanting badly?��

�You don�t
know?!� How can you not know?!�

Do you have something I require?� Am I in
debt to you somehow?�

Why would I risk my
life for you?�

�Isn�t it my
turn?� That was five questions there.�

�A
red yoyo.�

Merlin � Why are
you asking me inane frivolities when my life may hang in the balance?!�

Harry remembered the first memory of Tom that Dumbledore had
shown him.� In the
boy�s sad little box of stolen toys there had been a faded red yoyo.� He took pity on him

�I�m fairly sure
you�ll be fine.� Confident you will at
least.�

You said I was yours.� Or.. He said I was his.�
Maybe that has something to do with it.�

�You�re mine?!�
Why?!�

Who are you again?� I don�t know any Caedmons.� Are you a Hogwarts
student?�� Where are you right now?�

Harry could hear the frustration and impatience.�

He felt sorry for the boy in the diary.�
He was going to be alone for fifty years and then he would be killed in
the moment he thought he might be freed.�

It was tragic in a way.�

�Do you want to leave
the diary?�� he
wrote idly.�

�Do you know how I
can leave?� it responded immediately

�Well.. yes...but there must be another way..� he wrote, thinking aloud.�

The Tom Riddle in the diary obviously realised that he did know the designed method of
departure from the diary.� The words
appeared slowly.

�It would be only
fitting.. if Grindelwald has killed me.. for
you to give your life for me in return.�

If we..care for one another as you seem to suggest.�

Harry rolled his eyes�

�No thanks.� And Grindelwald
hasn�t killed you.� You�d have felt it if
he had.��

He wondered what would happen if the diary fragment fed on
him like it had Ginny.�

It couldn�t surely - �clearly it hadn�t or it wouldn�t have been around to end up in Ginny Weasley�s cauldron

� but if it did?..

what would happen if it tried to feed on another
horcrux?� Was he immune?�

Was it doing something to him now, just from writing in it?�

�What is your family
name?�� Tom wrote.�

Harry looked at it and shrugged.� He�d already lied.� It didn�t matter .

�Piper.�� Who
was the first person you ever kissed?�

�I don�t know any Pipers.� Where are you right now?��

I�m not answering that question.� Can�t
you think of something sensible to ask me?�

�Oh come on..� you
know that you will never tell me that out here. �What does it matter?�

Was it embarrassing?� Was it a girl or a
boy?�

�Merlin.� Fine.�

It was a girl obviously.� Her name was
Martha.� Are you happy now?�

�What a stingy
answer.� Paint me the picture!�

I�m in your room at Hogwarts.� The head boy quarters.
�It�s pretty nice.

�Would be nicer if you were here..��

Harry blushed at the last thing he�d written and moved to
erase it but it disappeared into the paper .

�I am here..�

�Yes..
but not really.� He wrote uncertainly� �I
can�t see you.. I can�t touch you.�

�Describe yourself.�

Harry blushed harder in shock.� What was he doing?!� Flirting with Tom�s bloody horcrux..

This wasn�t what he wanted to talk to
it for!

�Caedmon?�

His quill dripped onto the page and he wiped it and wrote
quickly, his mind protesting the impulsive movement of his hand �

�Sorry...� I�m about half a hand shorter than you..my body isn�t as good as yours..�

I�m a quidditch seeker � its more important to be light and fast in that
position.�

My hair is kind of a
dark blonde colour and maybe three or four inches long now.� Its
always messy.� I can�t help it.

I have light green eyes.� What else do
you want to know?�

There was a long pause and then the words appeared on the
page:

�Are you in your
uniform?..�

Harry bit his lip, hovering on the precipice between making
an excuse and going to bed and continuing this really bad idea.� His ice cream, he realised, was completely
melted.�

What a waste.

�Are you in your uniform?� the diary still asked him.� He put the quill down and stared at it
blankly. Now was the time to make the excuse!�
It would be easy.�

He picked up the quill and wrote instead �No.� I�m
in your uniform.� I�m polyjuiced as you right now.��

�...Then you already
have me there to see..and touch..�� undress!�

Harry felt his heart speed up in shock.� Last night he hadn�t had the energy to even
think before he�d crawled into bed.�

This morning he�d dressed and then
taken the polyjuice.�

He hadn�t really taken a close look at the body he was wearing.� He�d seen tom in nothing but boxer shorts on
Sunday morning.. but at the
time he hadn�t really had the luxury to look at him too much � he�d limited
himself to short glances, and even then he�d been terrified he was going to
blush�

�I can�t do that!!�� he wrote back.� �You.. he.. wouldn�t
like it�

�I am him... I�m telling you to
undress.� Now!� I want you to see me..�

Harry�s hand moved of its own volition to his tie, loosening
it and pulling it over his head.� He
toyed at the top button of his shirt, tempted.�

�I hope this silence
means that you are obeying�

Harry flicked the button open idly and moved down to the
next.�

What did it matter if he undressed?!�
He�d have to undress to go to bed.�

It wasn�t as if he could be criticised for looking at a body that he�d been
ordered to wear.�

He�d had to go to the bathroom earlier in the day and had
gotten a completely unwelcome hard on just from the idea that he was holding Tom�s
cock.� It was embarrassing.�

Gyphus had been standing at the side of the room and
had seen his helpless response and sniggered.�

He�d gone into a stall and tried not to look.. tried to think of something other than Tom Riddle�s body
until it finally went away.�

When he�d come out Gyphus had
smirked at him and asked if he�d enjoyed his time in the stall alone with Tom.�

He unbuttoned another button.

�Caedmon?� Have you run off?� Or are you..preoccupied?�

Harry picked up the quill and wrote �I�m still here.�

�Are you undressed?�

He undid the rest of the buttons quickly and pulled the
shirt off, dropping it on top of the tie on the floor.�

�um.. partly?�

�Only
partly?� You were gone for a long time.. �

�Thinking.. and I was ..kind
of nervous I guess�

�Why would you be
nervous?..� You
said I told you that you were mine.� We
must be very close�

Harry didn�t want to admit that he had no idea why Tom had
said that and that he hadn�t gotten close enough to know Tom�s body yet.� He wrote back, trying to disguise that fact

�This feels
weird.� Like betraying someone with their
twin�

�I assure you.. If I had polyjuice of your body, I would certainly explore
it.�

And.. He is not my twin.� We are the same person.� You cannot betray me with myself.��

�Why
do I have the feeling that he wouldn�t agree?!�

�He is not sealed in
a silent empty world.�

And he is not here.�

Touch yourself..�

Harry read the line again.�
The diary fragment wasn�t as content as it professed to be with reading
all day every day, it seemed.� He felt
that pang of sympathy for it again.�

One day he would kill it.� One day in the
future, in his past.. when he
was dying himself.�

He looked down at the chest he had bared..
at the arms that were clearly Tom�s arms.�

�I think you�re
beautiful�� he
wrote to the diary.

�Use the Spiegelum charm�� Tom
commanded.�

Harry remembered.�
He�d seen Tom use it right before he�d transfigured his eyes to look
like Voldemort.

He tried not to think of that.�

He remembered the charm though. It was on the sixth year syllabus somewhere, he
was sure.� He reproduced what he�d seen Tom
do and created a hand mirror, then enlarged it and leaned it against the
wall.�

Tom�s face looked back at him, wearing a feverish, excited
expression he didn�t think he�d ever see on him under other circumstances.�

�Now I can see you�re
beautiful� he wrote shyly.

�I am lying naked on
a sofa in the Slytherin common room right now�� The
diary wrote back.�

Harry shivered, imagining Tom there right now. �

He rubbed gingerly at the bulge in his pants.�
It was bigger than he was used to from his own trouser tightening
experiences.� It felt very, very, good to run his fingers up the
fabric.�

�I�m sitting in your
chair at your desk under the dragon window.�
The sun�s going down outside.�

Thinking of you lying there is making me hard�

�Mmm.. Good.� Take my cock out..�

Harry hesitated and then unbuttoned his trousers, sliding
them down a little way.�

He looked in fascination at the large cock that sprang free.� It was
much larger than his.�

He looked in the mirror and shuddered.�

Experimentally trailing his fingertips up
the length of it.� He gasped at
how good it felt and pulled his hand back reluctantly, picking up the quill
again.

�Feels so good... But..I can�t kiss you like this.� Your kisses drive me crazy..
your mouth..�

�I would kiss you if
I were able..�

Harry felt his heart pang sharply again.� His eyes misted suddenly.� Stupid.� He was being stupid.� He was going to kill this boy someday.�

�I�m going to save you�
he wrote suddenly, unable to stop himself� �I�ll
find a way to get you out.�

�Don�t think about it
right now. � Tom wrote back.

�I know a charm...� That is - I created it.� The incantation is dictatia
kompleasis.�

Tap the quill and then make a small circle clockwise, swish up right flick back
left horizontally three quarter length.�
The incantation begins on the halfway point of the circle and ends at
the apex of the swish.��

�Cast it.�

Harry reread the instructions a few times and on the third
try felt the magic catch.� The quill
stood up and hovered over the page.�
�You�re kidding..� he said, watching the quill
write his words down.

�Tom Riddle invented
the dictaquill?!��

�You�ve seen this
spell before?!� I only invented it at the
beginning of sixth year.� Did I patent it
then?�

Harry frowned and the frowned again when the quill wrote
<Frown>

�Something like that i
guess.�� He said out loud.�

�There is something
odd about you� Tom wrote.�

He seemed to dismiss it again just as quickly though because
his next question was �How long do you
have before the polyjuice wears off?�

�Not long I guess.. But I have more If you like�

�It would be better
if you were in here with me..� the diary
wrote.�

Harry could almost hear the thought percolating
in the boy�s head.

�What the fuck are you DOING?!�
�

The shout from behind startled Harry and he jumped a foot in
his seat.�

Tom, behind him, pushed him aside and slammed the diary shut, turning and
raging at him

�WHY?!!� How did you even get it out of the bookcase?!!��

Tom looked angrier than he�d ever seen him in the past, Harry
thought, shrinking back.� He looked
almost as angry as when he had killed his basilisk.

�I just pulled it out.� he said defensively. �It wasn�t
warded or anything.� Jeez��

The boy spun away and darted to the bookcase, casting some
kind of diagnostic spells or something.�
He turned back

�It is still warded.��

Fury mingled with deep set suspicion.�

He marched back and loomed over Harry who was still more
than half naked in his polyjuiced form.

�I�m not going to ask
what the fuck you�re doing with your shirt off, pants open and an enormous hand
mirror � do you even know what that book is?�

Don�t touch it again.� It�s...cursed. Its dangerous.��

Harry noticed for the first time the deep black rings under
tom�s eyes.� He looked exhausted.�

�Are you ok?� he asked him tentatively.�

As if this question reminded the other boy of something he
started casting diagnostic spells on Harry himself,
frowning slightly after a few minutes.�

�You.. appear to be
fine..� How do you feel?�

What do you remember about your conversation with the book?��

Harry shook his head dismissively.� �I remember everything!� Tom - he seems lonely.�� Don�t you ever talk to him?�

He didn�t even know that he was head boy now.�
He didn�t know what year it
is.�

He said he�s in Hogwarts but there�s no one else there.� He spends all day reading.��

The frazzled looking head boy took a step backward. �You..did it tell you
it was me?� Its
not!� It�s just a tricky little cursed
book.� It will suck your life out if you
talk to it too much��

Harry got to his feet angrily, looking down surprised and
doing up his pants as he looked back up at the other boy.

�Fine.�

As an afterthought he added �..I�m glad you�re back.� ...I was worried...��

A guilty look flashed through the sapphire eyes for a
millisecond before Tom turned away.�

�How long do you have before the polyjuice wears
off?�� he asked
as if the topic of the diary and his recent absence were both
inconsequential.�

Experiencing mild d�j� vu Harry shrugged back.� �I don�t know.. a few minutes.. why?�� Tom looked at him.�

�I�m sure you recall what I have promised the others was
to happen tonight...��

Harry felt his own eyes widen involuntarily. �No!� I don�t want to.� I won�t take it!�

You found what you needed right?� That�s
why you�re back.� So you don�t need to do
this to me now.��

Tom smiled a wan smile. �I have had an exceedingly trying
day, Caed.. Don�t be
difficult please.�

It is necessary in order for me to protect you.�
We have already discussed this.��

Harry glared.�

�No we haven�t.� We didn�t discuss it.� You
ordered me to take it and then you threatened to do something even worse if I didn�t.� I don�t want
the dark mark!��

Tom stalked across the room in a sudden rage and backhanded
him.� Hard.� He stumbled, falling down onto his ass in
surprise.

Tom was leaning over him with narrowed eyes.�

�You will take it!� You have no idea what I have endured.. what I have sacrificed for you today!�

I don�t want to hear any more about it.�
You will take it.��

Harry looked away angrily, glaring at the floor.� He felt a strange fragile pain inside, like a
broken eggshell or something made of pointy splinters.� Tom had hit
him.�

The horrible bubbling of the polyjuice
wearing off gave him an excuse to pull his legs tight against his chest and
cover his face.�

He wasn�t upset over the slap.� That wasn�t it.� It wasn�t anything...� Probably wouldn�t have even bruised if he
hadn�t polyjuiced back anyway.��

He took a deep breath and raised his head, looking up at the familiar too
perfect face that was looking down at him with something approaching
disgust.�

�Get up.� Stop being so weak.��

In his mind Harry heard Voldemort calling him weak over and
over again.. in his mind.. in his dreams.. in the graveyard.. in the ministry of magic.. weak weak weak.�

Somehow it had never really touched him like it did when Tom said it.�

He climbed dully to his feet and avoided meeting the other
boy�s eyes.�

This was harder when Tom stepped close to him abruptly and nuzzled at his face
gently with his nose, kissing his cheek and sighing.�

�Calm down.� I didn�t mean it.� I am..very tired.�
He sighed wearily.

�And I have no appetite for the events to come this evening. And I will have to act otherwise.��

Harry pressed into the soft kiss on his cheekbone
unwillingly.�

Tom spoke again softly �-and so will you...�

�but perhaps we might be able to withdraw together
somewhere and leave them to their fun when the main event is over��

Trembling slightly, Harry turned his face and caught Tom�s
lips, kissing them gently.�

The gesture was returned, but the other boy did not seek to deepen the kiss and
soon enough broke away when the bell sounded through the room, releasing him
and moving to the door.�

Harry was unsurprised to see Abraxas on the other side.�

�Caed has been officially
discharged from the infirmary.� Roan took
him down to the dorm and restrained Willowstead in
our dormroom.�
Here is the polyjuice.� The others have left already.� They�ll be waiting by the first marker in the
forest.�

Tom nodded, taking the phial.�

Harry�s eyes were still on Abraxas who was looking him over
appraisingly.�

He folded his arms, uncomfortably aware that he was only wearing trousers.�

�Don�t flatter yourself� Draco�s grandfather told him. �I�d
rather have Elana..��

Tom looked at him curiously, pressing the polyjuice phial into Caed�s hand
and moving to the wardrobe to pull out a black shirt.�

Harry rolled his eyes at Abraxas. �Great.� Do everyone a favour and take her then� he
gestured with the phial at Tom

�Did you know she threatened to go to the Yule ball with Clemens today if i didn�t shag her!��

Tom frowned and shook his head.

�Daft chit.� Did
you shag her?�

...Or did you refuse, hoping that I�d take you
instead?�

Harry looked away, embarassed and
threw back the polyjuice in lieu of an answer.�

Abraxas answered for him.�

�Really?!�
Tom sounded intrigued.� �There may be
hope for you yet, Caed.�

�Pick your feet up� he hissed softly as they ran
disillusioned down the hill toward the forbidden forest.�

He heard the scuffing still completely and knew the boy had only used a
silencing charm.� He�d have to work on
that.�

His mind was a bit hazy at the moment.� It had been a lot of work to get all the muggles ready.�

He just wanted to sleep now.�

Something was nagging at him.. he felt he�d missed something.. or� wasn�t thinking of something.� It was just a vague irritating feeling.�

He replayed in his mind the elaborate warding and shielding of the
clearing.�

No.. that
was all correct..

His feet moved under him fluidly, the regular pat on the
grass as he ran was soothing..�

The second girl he�d grabbed had dodged the
stupefy and run like the clappers and he�d had to chase her through some
alleys.�

He could have let her go and looked for another but she had looked quite
fetching.� Exactly the type that Alphard liked.� Long
red hair..blue eyes.�
Busty.�

When he finally caught her and brought her down he�d apparated her back to the
clearing and sat down in the grass.. so desperately tempted to lie down and have a rest.�

No.. whatever
it was.. it wasn�t the muggles..
that had gone fine apart from the redhead.�

Something..with Caed.��

When he�d seen the diary open on the desk his heart had
stopped for a moment.� He�d seen himself sitting in the chair and had
thought..for a moment...�

When he realised it was Caed he wanted to crucio him for making him think that his
horcrux had killed him.�

How the hell did he get it?!�
Was it because he was polyjuiced?� He�d have to experiment later.�

His wards were no good if any polyjuiced wizard could
get through them.�

But the diary hadn�t seemed to do anything to him
either.� It was strange..�

The image flashed again of himself sitting shirtless at the
desk, pants open..��
He snorted internally.�

Trust him to try to seduce Caed away from himself.�

He saw the scene in his mind again.� It was something about that.� He picked at it..�

He had looked over Caed�s shoulder before he�d yelled
at him.� The diary had said
something.�

�better if you were in here too� or better if you were in here with me.. or something like that.�

What else had they been talking about?�

How did Caed end up writing in a
blank book from his bookshelf in the first place?�

He�d seemed very certain that the person he was corresponding with was Tom.. had the horcrux told him that?�

Why?�

�He seems lonely� Caed said sadly
in his memory.

� He�s in Hogwarts but there�s no one else there.� He spends all day reading�..
�don�t you ever talk to him?�

He banished the thoughts from his mind.� Ridiculous.� Why would he talk to a horcrux?!�

It was a fragment of his soul.� Not a
person.�

To talk to it would be like talking to his ear or his toe.� It�s state of
happiness was irrelevant.��

Up ahead he saw his knights standing, a larger patch of
distorted air.�

�Follow me� he instructed them without stopping.� They fell in behind effortlessly.�

He wondered how Caed was
doing.� He hadn�t been good at running
over long distances.�

Silenced like this he had no idea whether the boy was nearing
collapse.�

Reaching
the black marker on the root he left he stopped them.� The clearing was hidden here somewhere.�

He set
about taking down the segmented area of the wards he�d created for that express
purpose � to let them in.�

It was a ward he was quite proud of.�
He�d based it on the fidelius charm � it hid places and objects in the
same way but it didn�t operate in the
same way � it could be cast like any ward and only the caster could open or
close it.�

A space
shimmered into view between two trees on their right and displayed a large
grassed expanse lit by torches. �

It was the circular clearing.� He�d
hidden the entire thing.� Setting up the
ward markers to exact geometric segments had been wearying. �And then he�d still had to prepare the
environment itself...

He�d
spent quite a lot of energy transfiguring various props for his servants to use
on the Muggles.

In the centre of the clearing, there were low,
organic-looking, black chairs arrayed in a circle around a low table on which
he�d collected � for their pleasure � various bottles of alcohol, potions.. some of the easier to come by
and less dangerous drugs.��

He knew that that would please Alphard, Palmer and Darius.�

Tonight
it didn�t matter if he disapproved of it.�
He wished them to feel reassured that when he said he would do something
� he would do it and it would be better than their best imagining.

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