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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
- 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
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Harry lay in bed in the dorm with the curtains closed.�

He could hear the others moving about and was considering
getting up and going up for breakfast but he didn�t have any classes till after
lunch.� Potions and
arithmancy.� Possibly he should
work on arithmancy.. he
hadn�t had the class yet and he was sure it was all going to be gobbldigook today anyway.��

Don�t think about it

Maybe he should go up to breakfast and see Tom.� Maybe Tom would be upset if he didn�t come..

Don�t think about it

He rubbed his palms into his eyes cursing himself
again.� Stupid.� Why did every bloody thing revolve around him now.�

..husband..

the word ghosted through his head
irritatingly.�

But he wasn�t.� That was just
stupid.� Voldemort didn�t marry people �
it wasn�t a marriage.�

At best it was a binding to protect him from Dumbledore.� It wasn�t like there was any emotion behind
it.� Fuck.. he�d only been here a week!�

Just because he�d spent the last
years researching and fighting and generally knowing Tom Riddle existed � the
opposite was obviously not true.�

Just because he
was a weak insane sap..didn�t mean that this wasn�t a
glorified enslavement to Lord Voldemort.�

Against his best will, he thought about what had happened
last night... and then tried again not
to think about it anymore.

Lifting his arm he could see in the near dark of the closed
bed the black shadows on his forearm.

Sectumsempra...��

No.� he wasn�t going up.�
He�d only had a few hours sleep.�
He�d get a few more before he had to face potions and work with tom
again.�

He rolled over and curled up again.�

�Caed.� Get up.� Abraxas called irritably.�

�I don�t have class till after lunch� he called back.�

The curtains were pushed briskly open a moment later.

�I couldn�t care less when you have class.�
Tom told me to make sure you attended breakfast and you are attending breakfast.� Now get your arse up.��

Harry sat up.

�Speaking of arses � what the hell crawled up yours and died this
morning!��

Abraxas stalked over and ripped him out of bed by the collar
of his pajama pants, tipping him onto the floor.� �Some
of us have a full day of classes today and don�t have the time to babysit
you.� Now move!��

Harry glared and climbed to his feet, padding into the
bathroom and showering quickly.�

When he returned the room was empty apart from Abraxas sitting on his bed
impatiently with his legs crossed, doing an amazing impression of Lucius Malfoy in a snit.�

�You do realise that because of you he will never be able to work in the ministry!� he hissed as Harry
walked past.�

Harry turned and looked at him uncomprehendingly. �So?� It�s not as if he was ever going to work in the ministry. What the
hell does that have to do with me?!��

Abraxas had him pressed up against the bedpost opposite in
half a second with his wand at Harry�s throat.

�What would you know, you mentally challenged little waste of space?!� You haven�t even troubled yourself to find
out how Hogwarts and the British wizarding world operate before insinuating
yourself into his affections and ruining everything.�

The ministry approached him at the beginning of the year � they were that interested.�

All he had to do was maintain his grades and date some halfway acceptable witch and he�d have been drafting
ministry policy within years..

With his charisma who knows how far
he might have gone.��

�Now..you�ve burdened us all with
your...person.. and
he is..after one
week - bonded to you � which means he
is no longer eligible for ministry entry due to the restrictions regarding
promotion of fertile marriage and, what�s
more -� he is suddenly talking about
becoming some kind of revolutionary.�

The most brilliant mind to have passed through Hogwarts in two hundred years
and you have reduced him to a terrorist!�

IN A WEEK!!

What will you have done by this time next week?!� He�ll be expelled before the year is out, no
doubt!� And us along with him!

We would have all been better off if
you had been killed with your muggle loving parents!��

Abraxas stepped back with a filthy sneer and stalked off
toward the door, leaving him there.��

Harry sat down heavily on the nearest bed.� It wasn�t true!� It couldn�t be!� Tom hadn�t mentioned it and nothing in the
history books had ever even hinted that he could have worked in the ministry

..but then they hadn�t mentioned that he was bonded to someone either.��

What if it was true?!� What
if all he would have had to do to save everyone was apparate
away as soon as Tom Riddle walked off and left him on the road.�

What if everything..everything.. was his fault?!�

He�d told Tom about things.. Tom
hadn�t known that his servants were death eaters � they were something else
before.� Last night everyone had looked pretty
shocked at what Tom had informed them.��

He pulled his legs up against his chest and held them,
worried.�

What if he was to blame?!� Really to blame.� What
would he do?� Kill himself
now?�

Would that even help anything? � he�d already told Tom
enough to get him determined to do exactly what he ended up doing.� What good would leaving
do?!� Maybe it wasn�t too late to..�

He shook himself.� It didn�t
matter.� None of it mattered.� It didn�t even matter if he was the one to blame.� That was what had happened and he couldn�t fix it now by trying to convince Tom to
do something else.� It was part of his
reality � Tom would become Lord Voldemort.. that was all.� And it was hardly like he was going to be
this wonderful caring ministry worker � he enjoyed torturing and killing muggles for fun with his followers, for goodness sake! � if he�d become minister of magic legitimately some day � how much worse off would the world have
been?�

He thought suddenly about his own time.� What if Tom ...what if Voldemort had won by
now?!� What if he was minister of magic now and there was no opposition left.�

He frowned at how little that thought affected him in
comparison with how he knew he should
feel about it. Other things were more
troubling to his mind than Voldemort running the ministry in the future.�

He wasn�t even sure how to think of himself or the world
anymore... He�d...cursed that woman.� Horribly.�� He�d used dark magic on her!!� He�d
bloody KILLED her.� And LAUGHED!!� In his mind he�d heard that crazed high
pitched laughter as Bellatrix taunted him.�
He�d been Bellatrix.� No.� Worse.�� What he�d
done to that woman was sick.� And as much
as he might tell himself that he�d done it in order to prevent the others from
seeing him as a threat and attacking him.. as much as
he might like to believe he�d done it because he had few options in this place
without Tom and his little minions..the truth was � he�d
done it for Tom.� He�d... it had..� He�d tried to act..he�d tried to think like
Bellatrix..and he�d gotten...a bit carried away.� A lot carried
away. He�d felt like he was swimming in shark infested water and paddling to
stay afloat.. he�d.. he�d become a shark..so that the
other sharks wouldnt tear him apart..

He�d become a death eater..

And at least part of the reason for
it had been that Tom had wanted it of him..had required it..

The little muggle girl last night had been so scared.� She�d told him that �the first man� had
played hide and go seek with her and there were all these people screaming and
nowhere to hide.�

He�d listened to her for a while and then he�d told her to lie down and go to
sleep.�

She didn�t want to, so he�d stupefied her.. and then he�d sat and listened to Tom playing with the
religious muggle girl like a cat with a mouse and tried to work up his courage
to use the killing curse on a child.�

It had taken a lot of tries till he�d succeeded..

When Tom ended up giving the Christian girl to the others anyway to be tortured, he�d been so glad that the little girl
wouldn�t have to go through that.�

The sight of Alphard..forcing
her to suck his cock..

He didn�t know whether any of them had raped her.� He didn�t want to know.� There wasn�t any blood he could see.. not that he�d looked much.�

It was just better that she go to sleep rather than be there for anything
else.� They were like wolves that just
wouldn�t stop until they�d torn the quarry apart. ...Sharks..scenting
blood..��

He stumbled over to his bed and got dressed trying not to
think anymore.�

Walking up to the great hall the corridors were empty and
breakfast was almost over when he finally sat down next to Tom. The head boy
was reading his paper and looked breathtakingly perfect as usual.�

As Harry watched, he seemed to blink and struggle to focus.�

�Are you ok?� Harry whispered , trying
to ignore the disapproving glare Abraxas was giving him.�

Tom glanced across sharply and Abraxas pretended to be
thoroughly absorbed in his cereal.�

�I am fine� Tom said with a voice that sounded somewhat harrowed.��

�...Oh.. I almost forgot yesterday, Caed.. I have something for
you.� It ..may
be better though if I do not give it to you right here and now..

Come.� You can study in my room until
potions.� I�m not really very hungry in
any case.� We�ll go now.��

Harry nodded, curious and mildly apprehensive.� �I don�t have my books..��

�You can use mine.�
Come along.��

Harry got up and left with him, glancing over his shoulder
to see Dumbledore looking angrily at them both. �He turned away and ignored it.�

When they had reached Tom�s room and passed the portrait
hole the head boy growled and rubbed his eyes in irritation.

�..I will never again order my affairs around lunar cycles.� Last night should have occurred on a Friday
or Saturday.� I would kiss Charis Crouch right now for an hour�s sleep.�

He flicked his hand and his appearance shimmered.� A glamour!?�

As Tom stumbled over toward the couch, he was horrified at how utterly
exhausted the boy looked.� Worse than yesterday.�

�Did you sleep?!� he demanded in a whisper.� Tom gave a faint shake.� The shadows under his eyes were black and his
hair was lank.� Tom Riddle�s hair was never anything other than perfect! �Harry followed him with genuine worry and
tenderness flooding his chest, concerned as Tom flopped down onto the couch and
groaned. He walked around it and knelt down next to him.�

�Tom..� he whispered and the almost
translucent purplish lids flickered open and offered a bleary sapphire
glance.�

�Caed..� Tom whispered
back.� �Come here..� I want to hold you for a few minutes before
we have to go to class..�

Harry leaned in and kissed him gently.

�Look.. I�ve got some polyjuice
left.� It..went
fine yesterday.� I�ll just play you again.. you can sleep until
potions.� Alright??!�� he kissed him again
and stroked his cheek, worried.�

Tom smiled a lopsided reluctant smile. �it�s
too dangerous..� he mumbled, his eyes slipping closed again.�� Harry snorted and countered, �� It wasn�t too
dangerous yesterday.� It�ll be fine!� Sleep.. I�ll come
back and wake you up before potions.��

At that Tom reached out and wrapped his arms around Harry, pulling him
close.� �Oh thank Merlin!!.� I thought you
weren�t going to argue there for a second.��

Harry smirked.

�Was that the gift you wanted to give me then?�
The nudge to take your place all day in a bunch of
boring classes?��

He felt the head shake against his chin. He waited and after a minute Tom�s
hands dropped.

�Tom!!� he demanded pointedly.�

The blue eyes flicked open, startled out of sleep. �What?!��

�The gift!��

�Oh.. yes.��

With extreme difficulty he watched the ruined looking boy
drag himself upright.� He fumbled around
in his pocket and pulled out a silver chain with a pendant.�

�A necklace?� You wanted to give me jewellery?��

Harry looked at it.� It didn�t look
familiar at all.� The pendant was a
silver framed onyx in a square cut.� It
wasn�t ornate or even particularly appealing.�

Tom nodded, his eyes falling closed and mumbled �Here.. let me put it on.��

Harry leaned in and allowed the chain to be fixed around his
neck and then leaned up and unexpectedly collected a ringing slap across the
cheek.�

Tom swayed slightly but looked angry.�

�What the hell?!� Harry spat, upset
and confused, his hand on the heated stinging patch on his cheek.

Tom blinked and forced his eyes open wide, struggling and succeeding in
focusing on Harry. He looked at him sternly �

�Never, ever allow
anyone.. ..even
if they look and sound like me..to put a necklace on
you without testing it or at the very least
considering whether it is magical.

Your life depends on knowing these things automatically!!� Try and take the necklace off!��

Harry reached around behind his neck to find the catch and,
not finding it, turned the chain.� He
realised soon that there was no catch and tried to pull the necklace off over
his head.� It was too tight to fit.�

He pulled on it frantically. �What is it?!!�
What have you done now?!!� he demanded, panicking.� Tom shook his head, disapprovingly.�

�It�s a little late to be asking that now.� If that necklace were cursed you could be
dead already.��

Draco Malfoy�s
face drifted up wretchedly in Harry�s mind

�If it was something other than what it is.. you might be a mindless slave.. you
might be a squib.. there
are any number of things you can do
with necklaces.� They are like oaths.�

Allowing someone to put one on you is implicitly agreeing to whatever the
necklace is empowered to do.�

This one however will only prevent
anyone from penetrating your mind � or
removing the necklace.. besides
myself.�� Consider yourself lucky.��

Harry relaxed slightly.�

�You didn�t need to slap me..� he muttered
resentfully.�

Tom smirked, sinking back down into a horizontal position
gracefully.

�I felt it wise to express the full measure of my discontent at your
foolishness.� It would be a shame to become
a widow to an idiot.��

Harry frowned at him but felt unaccountably pleased with the
comment.� �he
doesn�t want me to be hurt� he thought happily.�

�I am going to be
late to arithmancy.� Tom said pointedly.�
Harry scowled.

�Polite hint?!�

I�ll get ready right now.� Don�t
worry��

�The others don�t know
today, Caed.. Make certain
you don�t run into anyone on the way to class.�

And deal with Abraxas.� He seems to be
very irritated with you today.� I
realised last night that he may..possibly.. be a little jealous of you.�
Take that into account in your dealings with him.��

Harry turned away and went to the desk for the polyjuice he�d left last night.� He�d just about make it till lunch with what
was left.�

�He�s not jealous� he said absently as he changed out of his
own uniform and put on one of Tom�s somewhat larger uniforms from the closet.
�He just hates me.�

Apparently I�ve ruined everything.� You
were going to be minister of magic and now you�re going to be a terrorist and
it�s all my fault.��

Tom emitted a vague mmm sound that
told Harry he was half asleep and not really listening.�

�And then monkeys flew out of his arse and he invited us
both to high tea with the queen of hearts on Tuesday.� I�m going to wear my flamingo suit.� What do you think?��

There was a muffled response of �that�ll be nice.� Pink isn�t your colour although I�d like to
see you wearing nothing but a few feathers.��
I�ll speak with him about the ministry.��

As an afterthought Tom added �and the monkeys also perhaps.��

Harry wandered over in the robes and clothes that were too
big and smiled down at him.

�Go to class� the reclining boy urged him.� �I�ll see you later.��

Tipping the bitter pear flavoured polyjuice
back, Harry swallowed, shuddering through the transformation.�

�Kiss goodbye?� he asked, grinning nastily, when it had finished and he stood
in Tom�s body. �

The reclining proto-Voldemort held an arm up for him, without opening his eyes
so Harry dropped down eagerly and kissed him with abandon.

�mmmmph� the exhausted boy
protested.�

He opened his eyes slightly and started slightly in shock, then, smirking evily, pulled Harry back in and snogged
him with great enthusiasm.�

Harry caught his breath when he was released.�

�I wish I had been standing watching that..� he said
wistfully.�

Tom cracked open his eyes again and frowned, then preened at
Harry�s hair and adjusted his tie.� �better� he smirked and made a run-along-now motion with his
fingers.�

Stepping into arithmancy a few minutes too late he plastered
an apologetic expression on his face, opening his mouth to make an excuse but
the teacher smiled at him and gestured to his place, turning back to the
board.�

He sat down between Abraxas and Antonin with relief,
taking out his things and preparing to take notes.�

Antonin leaned in and whispered in
his ear. �Tom doesn�t take notes Caed.� Just pay attention and look polite.�

If you are asked something I will try to give you the answer.� Hopefully you will not be asked.��

Harry looked at him in surprise and gratefulness. whispering in his ear �What gave me away?�� Antonin just smiled
secretively and turned back to the front.�

As the class progressed Harry found that he did understand some of what was
taught.� There were some bits...a lot of
bits.. that were
mystifying.� He assumed that those were
related to things he hadn�t seen yet.�

All in all it was not entirely beyond imagining that he�d eventually be able to
do this.�

He got away with sitting silently attentive for the whole class, although Abraxas
was called to answer a question on something Harry hadn�t the foggiest idea
about.�

Wechsler adendives.�

He couldn�t even figure out how they related to the matrix they had been
looking at before.� Were they a part of
it or something else that could be applied to it?!�

When they left class, Abraxas said quietly to him. �I need
to speak with you regarding Caed.��

Harry raised a brow in a manner he�d seen Tom do frequently and nodded,
gesturing for Abraxas to precede him.�

Antonin caught his eye and
grinned, apparently finding it all a wonderful joke.� As Harry followed Abraxas into the next
corridor and assumed a stern expression, he caught, out of the corner of his
eye, the impression of the Russian surreptitiously following them both.�

Abraxas turned to him with a tense frustrated
expression.�

�What are your long term intentions regarding the boy?� he demanded.� �I can perhaps see that the official notation
of the bonding is suppressed - possibly even arrange for it to disappear
entirely, but if you intend to make a spectacle
of yourselves, there is nothing I will be able to do to save you.��

�Tell me you have not abandoned your plans to go to the ministry at the end of
the year!��

Harry frowned thoughtfully and wondered what Tom would
say.�

�My.. intentions..are somewhat fluid at this stage.� They are also none of your affair, Abraxas!�
You dare to question me on my
plans?� You forget yourself!��

�As for whether I am likely to make..
as you put it.. a spectacle.. of
myself.. oreille cafard!�

He gripped his wand in his pocket,
pointing it subtly at Abraxas through the fabric.� The other boy leapt back in horror and gave a girlish shriek as cockroaches started to crawl out
of his ears and up into his hair.

�Get them off, get them off!!� Take the hex off ! � I don�t know it !!� Please Tom !! �

He squealed again and beat at his head, drawing his wand and casting finite to
no avail.� A particularly large brute
crawled over his cheek toward his mouth.�

Abraxas dropped to his knees.

�PLEASE!!!� �he yelped, swiping
the bug on his face onto the floor.� �I�m
sorry.� I take it back.� I won�t question you about him.� You know better than I.� Take it off take it off !!� MERLIN.. They�re in
my HAIR!!!� TOM!!!!��

Harry struggled to suppress the wide evil grin that urgently
wanted to spread itself over his face and managed to curb it down to a small
smirk.

"d�faire les cafards�
he murmured and the brown crawling insects evaporated into dust.�

Abraxas heaved a sigh of relief and then scourgified himself
three times, shuddering.�

�That was truly awful� he said resentfully.�
�I�m only worried about your best interests, you know.��

Harry raised an eyebrow.�

�For suggesting I might make a spectacle
of myself, you are lucky you weren�t vomiting slugs.� I will have no more of this insolence, Abraxas.�

Have the record removed ��
you are right. It could be detrimental in ministry hands.�

We will talk later.� I will be late to Herbology too if I do not leave now.��

The blonde looked down and seemed to bite off whatever he
wanted to say. �Later then.� He muttered.�

Harry nodded curtly and stalked off in typical Tom fashion back toward the main
corridor.�

After walking a few metres down toward herbology,
Antonin had appeared by his side, keeping step.�

�You really are very good at this,
you know.� The boy said softly.� �I think
if you could watch Tom in his classes.. and if you knew the material.. even
I might not be able to tell soon enough.��

Harry offered him a Tom-ish smile.

�Thank you.��

Antonin nodded, acknowledging the
thanks and continued.� �I was worried
this morning when he came in.� He was not
in good health.� It is good that you are
helping him.��

Harry murmured softly �He was wearing a
glamour.� You should see him!� I couldn�t let him go to class like
that.��

Antonin smiled suddenly.�

�Congratulations also.�� I ..think you are
suited.� It makes no sense but it is
so.��

Harry stopped suddenly and looked at the Russian in surprise
and, he realised, pleasure.� He ..liked hearing that.�
Someone thought they were good
together.� Someone was pleased about what had happened.� He wanted to hug Antonin
for a brief insane moment.� It passed
with the warning look on the boy�s face.�

�Do not let him get bored.��
He sees disasters as interesting challenges.. but when it is easy and predictable.. he
is quickly bored.�

Do anything to avoid that!� Injure
yourself, get into trouble with the ministry, run away,� poison him � but don�t be
boring.��

Harry half smirked, unsure how serious the other boy was
being right now.�

�I do not have herbology class and
I must go upstairs now.. I think you will be ok if you
meet anyone.� You convinced Abraxas.�

That was a beautiful hex, by the way.� I
will remember it for when he is getting in my nose.��

Harry snickered in amusement but didn�t correct him, nodding
simply and heading down to the greenhouses.�
He hadn�t been to this class yet.�
Hopefully it would be just like it had been in his own
time.�

As it turned out � it was, only worse.� The teacher.� Professer
periwinkle was nothing like his name suggested � he was a wretched, grumpy old
geezer in a dirty robe with a beard approaching his knees and black horny
fingernails.�

He walked around like professor Snape through the entire class and Harry had to
apologise for preparing his roots
untidily, saying that he was under the weather today.�

The old man had sneered and walked on, mumbling disparaging comments.�

Darius, next to him had whispered. �You must be really tired today.��

Harry had offered only a tense expression and nodded.� This had seemed to surprise Darius more even
than his messy pinning.��

The class couldn�t end soon enough.�

As he stalked through the halls with his friendly distant
compassionate head boy expression on he was stopped not once but three times.�

Two were boys he didn�t know at all who asked him about things he had no idea
about.� One seemed to be a prefect.� He had made
his very best apologetic excuses and said he would have to get back to
them.� He was late for a meeting.�

The third was Elana.�

She pounced on him as he was walking up the last corridor
toward the mermaid portrait and had her arms around his neck and her lips
affixed to his before he could blink.�

He snogged her back almost defensively, then remembering who he was, tried to kiss her as Tom had
kissed him.�

It was.. a
little more difficult to imitate than the way Tom walked but by the way Elana tried to climb
him, he assumed it was fairly successful.�

After a minute of this, when he felt himself rising to the occasion so to speak, he
pulled away gently.�

�Not right now, Elana.� Caed is in my room
studying.� I must retrieve him for
potions� he offered apologetically.�

The girl launched into full throttle pout and clung to him. �But.. it�s been a week!!� I miss you.. You
said you�d find time this week and the week is almost over now.� When, Tom?!��

Harry cringed inside.�
Never!! Never ever ever again!� He�s mine
now.. you can�t have him
again!�

But his mouth operated on some kind of self-preservation
auto pilot it seemed. �I will speak with you after dinner.� You can surely wait a few..
more.. hours.� �He leaned down and captured her rosebud lips
again.�

They were strange, he observed clinically.�
Much softer and puffier than Tom�s.�

He didn�t like kissing them as much.�

Nevertheless, he backed the blonde against the wall and kissed her for a while
longer, conscious of every minute he was wasting here which he could be spending
alone with Tom in his room.�

When the girl�s hand wandered down to stroke his growing erection through his
robes he pulled away again. �I can�t right now� he smirked. �I�ll have the boy
thinking I fancy him when I walk in there if I continue this any longer.� I will speak with you later Elana.�

He kissed her lightly on the cheek and spun, walking on quickly.�

Looking back over his shoulder he offered her a charming smile and she beamed
back joyfully before turning and walking away slowly with her arms wrapped
around herself.�

Harry felt awful as he whispered the password and stepped
into Tom�s room. �Elana
really was in love with Tom.� Probably.�

The hand came out of nowhere, grabbing him by the throat and
slamming him back against the closed door. �Tom?!� he squeaked, too stunned to
react.�

Tom looked murderous.

�WHO?!� he demanded furiously.� �To whom did you respond?!� I felt it!�
Your lust!��

Harry tried and failed to speak, clawing at the hand around
his windpipe.� �la
na..� he mouthed.

Tom�s expression did not soften.

�You want her?� You
like blonde girls?� Is that it?��

Harry tried to shake his head and tugged ineffectually at Tom�s
arm, feeling dizzy.�

Just before he thought he�d pass out, it was removed and he tumbled down to the
floor like a sack of potatoes coughing and gasping.�

Tom stalked away, his hand raking through his hair
tensely.�

After a minute he muttered �I�m tired..
not thinking.� The
sensation of your betrayal woke me.� I assume she launched herself at you.��

�Yes!� Harry spat. �And since I didn�t have anyone there to
push her stupefied body at, I just went with it.� Sorry.�
Next time it happens I�ll punch her and walk off.��

Tom walked back and crouched down beside him.

� I.. perhaps...overreacted..
It ...bothers me to think of you with
others.�� He reached down to help him up
but Harry held his hands up warding him off.�

�No.. just..
don�t touch me.�
The polyjuice is wearing off any minute
anyway.� Leave me alone, Tom.� Go and.. sleep some more or something.. you�re
actually more of an asshole when you�re tired, if that�s possible.��

Tom rose gracefully and looked down disconsolately.

�Oh come now.. don�t make a
fuss about this.� You�ll be back in your
form in a moment.� There won�t even be a
bruise..��

Harry, feeling the telltale tingling in his skin grimaced
and curled up on the floor, covering his face.�
He was getting used to polyjuice and it just
somehow felt better when the skin was compressed.�

When he looked up next Tom was sitting on the couch.��

He wandered over and tossed himself down beside him, his clothes feeling too
large.

�So what else happened?� Tom asked in a neutral careful
voice.�

Harry rolled his eyes and leaned back, slouching down on the
couch.�

�I hexed Abraxas.. oh.. no I�m sorry � you hexed Abraxas.�

�WHAT?!� Tom looked alarmed. �Why?!� What happened.� I leave you
alone for a few hours...�

Harry cut him off. �HHHe presumed to question you.�
I think his little spiel started something like � just what are your
long term intentions regarding the boy?!��
And then he went on about getting rid of the ministry record � which I
told him to do after I�d finished
hexing him by the way � and about you making a spectacle of yourself with me in public.��

Tom sat up furiously. �How dare he-�

Harry smirked

�Yes.� Exactly.� So I hexed
him.� Cockroach ear
hex.� They went all through his
hair.� He screamed like a little girl! �He got down on his knees and begged me.. you.. to
take it off.�

It was priceless.�

Antonin knows.�
He was watching I guess.�� He knew
I wasnt you when I first came into arithmancy.�

I like him.� He ..�
Harry trailed off and blushed, not wanting to continue what he�d been going to
say � he congratulated us.� He thinks
we�re good together.�

Tom, of course, seized upon the hesitation in a millisecond
and made him admit it, then smirked smugly at him.�

He tried to get off the topic of his perhaps.. just maybe.. not entirely disliking being bonded with Tom and told
him about the rest of the time, finishing with his promise to talk with Elana after dinner.�

Tom looked at him dubiously.�
�And what would you like to happen when I see her?� I can only assume from your instruction to Abraxas
that you have decided that a low profile is advisable.�

Am I to believe that you wish me to continue dating her?��

Harry bit his lip and looked at Tom, unsure.� He wanted to scream out � NO!!� Don�t touch
her again.. You�re just mine!� You promised!�
You promised!� I killed someone for you!� You have to be with me only now!!��

The other boy seemed to read his expression and his face softened.�

�I will end things with her this evening.� I had been intending to do so already � your
actions merely..surprised me.��

Harry found he actually couldn�t
prevent himself from throwing himself at Tom and clinging to him. �Tom tipped over onto his back with the force
of it and wrapped his arms around him, not seeming at all averse to the
demanding embrace.�

He shifted and adjusted himself until he could nestle Harry beside him on the
couch and curl around him.�

It felt..wonderful.�
Warm and ridiculously safe.� For the last seven years he�d been afraid of
Voldemort..afraid of Tom, in essence.. and it felt like now
that Tom was protecting him, he was untouchable.�

Tom kissed the top of his head and Harry snuggled tighter
against him.�

�We could just skip..� he mumbled into the hard chest.�

�No.� Tom said decisively. �You should attend arithmancy and we both cannot
afford to miss potions.� This evening you
will work on charms while I speak with Elana.�

We must find time to work.� We have lost
two days already.��

Harry nodded but in truth he didn�t care.� It was so good to be where he was right
now.� He hadn�t the slightest care for
charms, arithmancy or potions.� He just
wanted to lie in front of a fire with Tom and be stroked and cuddled.�

He hadn�t had anything like this before and it was amazing..
even better than riding a broom.� It was better than the sex last night after
it had stopped hurting.�

He didn�t know how it might have been if he and Hermione had ever had a chance
but he had a sneaking suspicion it might not have felt as good as this. �

Somehow the weird wrongness of it made it better.� Like a sharp tang against a sweet
taste.�

He kissed Tom�s robe surreptitiously and nuzzled his face against it.�

�Don�t try to persuade me.�
We�re going to class� Tom said muzzily.�

He was falling asleep.� Harry crowed
inwardly.� If Tom fell asleep then they
could stay here until he woke up.� He
tried not to move or disturb him again and soon the other boy�s chest started
to rise and fall in slow even waves.� ��

Of course Tom woke up with ten minutes to spare.�

Harry wasn�t even particularly surprised when the perfect git shook him roughly
awake and commanded him to change back into his uniform and hurry up about it,
then proceeded to nap while he did.�

Potions was ..strange.�
They were making the draught of peace � another potion which Harry knew he could have improved if he wanted,
but Dumbledore had been right � it was a bad idea to use the things he
knew.�

Slughorn floated about their table almost the entire lesson watching like a
hawk and Harry followed the procedures in the book exactly, preparing the ingredients Tom trusted him with � which
were, astoundingly enough, not only
the easier ones.�

It was strangely pleasing that Tom Riddle thought he wasn�t
an absolute waste of space in potions.�

Their finished product was, as expected, perfect, and Tom
gifted him with a smile as they walked from the class.�

Arithmancy was mostly baffling.� Not nearly as much as Tom�s
arithmancy class had been, though.�

He realised that there must be advanced and basic classes in some way just like
in his time.� Only the difference was �
in the future they would be called
advanced classes.�

It didn�t matter though.. he didn�t
need advanced arithmancy.�

He sat next to a huffelpuff girl
who smiled shyly at him from time to time.�
She looked a little bit like Ginny and he wanted to ask her name, �but the teacher � professor Marksmux - set them problem after problem.� He was too busy trying to work out the bits
he knew to worry and after class the little redhead had gone.�

Tom wasn�t in his room when he got back either.. He wasn�t sure whether he�d be in the great hall having
dinner or already with Elana.�

He didn�t feel like going down to the great hall anyway and Gopper
quite happily brought him a plate of the roast chicken everyone else was having
down there.�

He ate it and waited for Tom.��

He waited for Tom and he lay down and stared at the
ceiling.�

He stared at the ceiling and wondered whether the diary
fragment Tom was doing the same thing or reading a book right now.��

So he looked up and saw that the diary wasn�t on the desk
anymore and then the hide and seek began.�

It was peculiar how he could actually feel it.. it was
a little tingling in his mind just like Tom had been when he�d looked for him
in the forest.��

In the end he found it hidden in a recess behind a painting of stormy seas.� It didn�t seem to be warded
again and he shook his head, smirking, taking it back to the desk and flicking
it open with more than a little pleasant anticipation.� What to write.� What to write..

Hello again.� I�m back.

There was only a brief pause and then

Hello!�

What happened?�

You came back from Grindelwald and found me talking to you.� You were not happy.� I am not to touch this book again!

You are not very good
at following orders then.�

I�m allowed to not
follow them when I know unquestionably that they are flawed.

And my orders are
flawed in this instance, you feel?

Yes.

You really should
listen to me this time.�

This book is designed to trap
you.� You feel drawn to write in it
because of an attraction charm.� It will
kill you.�

My primary self may
perhaps be disappointed when that occurs. �

I know all that.� I�m not affected by it.� Trust me.�
You did diagnostic spells yourself.�
I�m fine.�

The charms
do not work?!!�

Harry winced at the panic he could almost feel emanating from the unassuming leatherbound book.�
The Horcrux was horrified.� He
supposed he didn�t entirely blame it.

It had seemed lonely after only one year.�
The thought of never seeing
another person again...

Calm down.� They work.�
I�m just not affected by them.

But how do you know they work?!�

Why are you not affected?!�

You are the first
person I have communicated with.� If the
charms do not work then I will be useless.�

I will not be able to rise if anything happens to my body out there! ��

I will be stuck in
here forever!�

Or
at least until the diary is destroyed.

I just do.� Trust me.�
It doesn�t matter why I�m not affected.�
Isn�t it just good to talk to someone anyway?

...

Tom..
what did you do today?

I went for a walk
around the lake and reread a manuscript in the restricted section on blood
magic. Why?

I was just curious.�

...Hey...what are Wechsler adendives?

Do you not possess an arithmancy textbook?

I lost it,
alright.� Do you know or don�t you?� You�re a sixth year student, aren�t you?

I mastered the seventh
year curriculum by fifth year.�

Wechsler adendives are logarithmic multiplication
factors applicable to the location section of a sindlow
matrix which compensate for the influence of psychological and physical state
of the arithmancer upon the outcome.�

They are measured by means of several charms or potions � the most common being
the pralix interorethia,
the most exact - the Wechsler derivation potion.

Thats..interesting.�

You know.. you�d make a good
teacher.

Thank you.�

I cannot imagine anything more insipid than teaching.

Oh there are LOTS of
things.� What about working in a shop?

I will not work in a
shop either.

Uh huh..

What did you do today?

I had a fight with
Abraxas (who blames me for RUINING you!!!) and then I replaced you in classes
till lunch because you were tired - and got to hex cockroaches into his hair
because he was insolent.�

And you let me prepare the liver in the draught of peace in potions.

�And some hufflepuff
in my arithmancy class smiled at me.� So i�ve had arithmancy twice today.� Yours and mine.� Yours was where Wechsler adendives
were mentioned.�

Why might Abraxas
blame you for ruining me?

Because
he�s a colossal dick.

Caedmon..

Because.. he�s jealous.� You said so yourself this morning

CAEDMON...

That look doesn�t work
when I can�t see you.�

Answer the
question.� What have I done?!� Why is Abraxas upset?

You..bonded
us last night.�

I WHAT?!!� WHY IN BLAZES WOULD I DO THAT?!� WAS IT YOUR
IDEA?!��

Do you have me under some potion of influence?!�

You are male, are you not?!�� Why would I ruin my chances to pursue the
career I have worked for six..seven years to attain?!

...I guess for the
same reason you went to Grindelwald.�� Shit.. I have to
ask you about that.� It was a bit chaotic
when you got back.. and then
I was tired and stuff..� Damn.. You looked really exhausted when you got back too.. And I never asked!!

Why are you so
important that I would risk my life and throw away my future for you?

Harry stared at the page for a while, unsure what to
write.�

He didn�t want to write � because I�m from the future and you want to use me in
some way.� It might (probably) be true..almost certainly in fact.. but he
wanted to pretend that there was a reason that wasn�t about Tom owning him like
a useful tool.�

He wanted to think that there was a little part of it that was about protecting
him.. teaching him.. helping him.�

It was stupid.� He swallowed.� Better to say nothing.

...I should probably
go and study charms for a while.� You�ll
be annoyed if you come back and find me talking to you again.�

You�ll probably still be annoyed if you come back and don�t find me talking to
you but find i haven�t done any work on charms.

I will help you study
charms if you stay.

I...don�t know.. It�s not a good idea

and

And?

And you�ll probably think
I�m an idiot when you see how far behind I am.�
I dropped charms before sixth year and you�re helping me catch up.� In arithmancy too.

If you do not think
the Tom Riddle out there thinks you are an idiot � why exactly do you believe
that I will?

Oh you probably think
I�m an idiot out here too. I guess.� But
then.. everyone�s an idiot
compared to you.� You�re just so...�

Thank you.� I try.

Where are you up to in the sixth year text?

Chapter
four.� But it won�t work.. I
need to watch you cast them and then I can do them.

Indeed?� You learn by observation?�

Well then.� We will work on arithmancy
instead.�� My other self can concentrate
on charms with you.��

Where are you up to
in the arithmancy text?

...um...
chapter six.�

of the sixth year text.

That far behind?!�

Nevermind.�� One moment.� I�ve summoned the book.

Tom closed the door quietly and walked away down the
hall.��

He hadn�t gone five paces before it opened again and Elana, much less attractive now that her face was red and
swollen from crying, opened it and leapt upon him, flinging her arms around his
neck and sobbing.

�Please Tom.. I can wait.� I CAN!!� I�m sorry!�
I didn�t mean to be demanding.�
Just.. don�t leave
me.��

Tom held her with a tenderness he did not feel. �It�s for
the best Elana. �I think it is clear that I simply don�t have
the time to date at present.� We�ve been
seeing less and less of one another.�

It isn�t fair toward you. �You�re far too lovely to spend your time waiting
for me and I cannot neglect my responsibilities � particularly now that Caedmon
is depending upon me to help him if he is to have any chance at a later occupation in the wizarding world.��

The girl screwed up her face and clutched at him.� It was all Tom could do not to shake her off
and inform her how pathetic she was.

�You�re too good,
Tom.� Don�t you deserve a life too?� You�re happy with me aren�t you?� I make you happy?� Why do you have to spend all your time with
that new boy?!� Let someone else do
it!� You already do so much!��

Tom patted her back absently wondering whether he had been
at any point happy with her.� Most of the time Elana irritated him.�

She was so..wet and�
needy.. shallow.. vain..�

She was a tolerable fuck, flexible,
reasonably tight and willing to do anything
he wished.. but that was
about it.�

Elana obviously saw some aspect of
the thought on his face and pulled at him, trying to kiss him.� He allowed it, considering whether or not it
might not be worth having her just once more.�

Caed wouldn�t like it.. but he didn�t necessarily need to know � the infidelity
notification was not bidirectional
after all..

and even if he learned of it...they were bound now... The boy was so desperate to
have him to himself that he�d killed...

He hadn�t been willing to cast a dark spell last week and
last night he�d taken his first life...lives.�

He had certainly gained the respect of most of Tom�s death
eaters.�

Well.. perhaps not Abraxas.�

He groaned inwardly.�
He had yet to speak with Abraxas. ��The blonde in his arms drew his attention
back with a whine.

�Please Tom.. please.. if
you have to help him � I�ll wait!� Or... Or maybe I could help you?� I�m in some of your classes � it would go
even faster if I helped him catch up too and then you�d have more time again.��

He shook his head decisively.� There was
no way he could allow that thought to seed in her mind.

�No.. I volunteered and I will not
allow you to jeopardise your own future so close to the NEWTs.

It is better this way Elana. I... must go.�
I have to speak with several prefects tonight and then check that Caedmon
has completed the charms work I set him.�

Please.. don�t make this any
harder than it has to be.��

He kissed her on the forehead and then pressed her away firmly, turning and
striding quickly down the corridor.�

He heard her bawling increase in volume and then a faint
sound that he assumed was her sinking to her knees.� He didn�t turn around.

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