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He released the shaky breath he had
been holding after a minute when his chest started to ache.��

This was ridiculous.� He was treading on
eggshells, considering running away, tired and exposed simply because the boy
had embarrassed him. �He was currently in
a comfortable apartment.. there
was probably food.. no one knew he was here.� He could hide out here for days.. perhaps longer, if he were
careful.� Potter had managed it. �

There was a simple solution to all of his problems and it didn�t..necessarily.. require magic to
carry out.� �

Without Potter � this was his
apartment.. his food.. his shower..

Although..
he reminded himself of how smooth, graceful and strong the boy had seemed as he
danced.�

How beautiful...

His own physical state was not up to much right now.� If he were to be in any way capable of
dispatching the boy now..he would probably require magic to do so � and to do that would be tantamount to whistling
for Lucius� dogs at the door.�

But the boy had used magic here it
seemed.� Perhaps there was some kind of
disguising spell or shielding ward on the apartment.�

Of course he could have been carrying a charmed object ..or
perhaps the notice me not area was a permanent fixture cast by another on a
certain area of the room?!

He sat back on the sofa and unreeled his awareness of the room around him looking for
ward layers. �From an early age he had
been very good at detecting ambient magic.�
Gringotts had offered him an apprenticeship as
curse breaker � but he, realising the other possible uses, and convinced of his
own great destiny, had politely-refused and set off to find hidden things
instead.�

The skill had stood him in good stead over many years..� It was horrifying that now he would only think of applying his greatest talents after he considered resorting to muggle
forms of bloodshed.�

Repugnant.. but he could feel
how the years of running had changed him.

So different from the years he spent disembodied and starving for solid form.. or the years in which he was
freezing and aching from the effects of the blasted ritual to grant him that body
perpetuated on potions and venoms.�

It seemed that virtually his entire life had been spent in some manner of
discomfort, wanting for things.�

And right now he was warm and clean
and...potentially... if he were to walk into the
kitchen he could simply eat something.

But the ruin..
the destruction of everything he was.. everything he had had..and might
have achieved � he had almost held the
entire wizarding world in the palm of his hand!! � all
of that loss could still be laid at
the feet of the silky little whelp in the next room.�

So he had offered him a bed and a
shower...� so what?!�

He had destroyed his body.. several
times.� He had distracted him to the
point that he had failed to see the web of influence...money..favours..threats and machinations that Lucius
had thrown over all of his most loyal... the web that stretched through light,
dark, the ministry, the outlaws.�

The man had unified the wizarding world � against
him.� There was order now. �

In his own plans, blood had only ever figured as a means of retaining the
support of the majority � his pursuit was of greater power, greater knowledge �
and a change in the approach to dealing with the Muggle world.� In principle � while he was convinced that
the greatest threat to the wizarding world came from the billions of muggle
maggots breeding and creating weapons, any witch or wizard of any blood status
who evinced sufficient power and skill could gain a measure of his respect.�

However Lucius Malfoy was of the hardline
purist persuasion and always had been.�
It was why he had been so very useful in acquiring the material support
of the oldest families.�

The entire British wizarding world was centred around
purebloods now.�

In Lucius�
new world - halfbloods were at best allowed to exist
as slaves � he himself would have been
summarily killed, even were he not
who he was...�

Interbreeding with muggles was punishable by death
for Wizard/witch, muggle and any offspring that might eventuate.� It had been one of the earlier policies and
one that had been justified using him
as an example of the dangers.. Later policies were
more palatable to the weak sots in the ministry.� Lucius� approach to
dealing with mudbloods had been positively humane in contrast. �

The willing were stripped of their magic, obliviated
and excluded from the wizarding world.�
The unwilling were interred until they were willing.� No doubt Azkaban was a powerful
persuader.� The muggle world was marginally
superior to that dismal painful existence. ��

A spell detected muggleborn witches and wizards at birth now and the ministry routinely �healed� the genetic
aberration that allowed them to use magic.�
��

Oh there had been opposition on
some fronts.� Certainly.� Nevertheless, the influence and pull of the
man holding the strings was absolute.� He
had everyone dancing.

Tom had seen some of the more recent laws advertised in the international
wizarding papers by chance occasionally � it seemed that Britain was thriving.� The blood traitors had snapped into line in
the face of losing their freedom.� They
had almost completed rebuilding.� Magical
education was receiving all funding and development imaginable to produce the
best possible future generations of witches and wizards.

Other nations had taken notice.� He had
heard rumors in Canada while he was there that some
thought the policies being enacted in Britain were progressive and beneficial
to wizarding kind.� When he had come to
Australia last year he had stopped listening..�

Yes.� There was some kind of dampening...or...shielding...
ward around the apartment.��

How the hell did the boy succeed in putting that up?!

Had he perhaps contracted another wizard to do it?!� Or..was he simply
not pursued as Tom himself was?!.�

It mattered little.� What the ward represented was SAFETY.� He
could not be detected here if he used magic.��
Hence � he was now � again � superior to Harry Potter.� There was nothing to prevent him from killing
the little bastard finally.

He rose from the sofa quietly,
employing care and grace that had been blunted by clumping muggle boots and
starvation.

Why would the boy have brought him
here?!� Surely he must have realised the
implications!� Was he suicidal!? ��Were there some other protections in place against the very thing he was now
thinking of doing!?

He stalked cautiously into the dim
bedroom.� The light thrown from the sun
behind the curtains left everything a faded blue tone.�

The boy lay on his back in the bed, head tossed to the side..
arms above the blankets and visibly unarmed - �apparently sleeping.�

A small...gloriously
satisfying...detection spell told him that this was deception. The
boy was awake and attending to him with the utmost attention.��

He prepared a wandless spell to incapacitate him, raising his hand in the
doorway.

�You really just can�t let it go..
can you?!� the tired voice sighed.� �It�s just not part of who you are to learn
from the past!� Even now...��

The half shadowed head turned toward him but the boy did not seem to raise a
hand to defend himself.

�Everything..
everything..
that has happened is your fault.� He hissed back at him.�

The boy gave a bitter laugh. �Do
you really believe that?!�� Can you be
that blind?!� I was an infant.�
I hardly forced your hand.�

Blame Dumbledore � sure � the man was a bastard when you get right down to it.. Blame Trelawney for daring to prophesise your demise.. blame yourself for
not reacting with more thought and foresight... But don�t blame me for everything you did to
yourself!� �I was trying to defend myself.. trying to survive!� My entire
life was shit because of you.�

...And don�t blame me for Lucius Malfoy and what�s happened
to the world either!�� He was your servant.. your general.� If anyone should have stopped him � it was you.�

You know � sometimes I�ve wondered what you
would have done if you�d won.� What the
world would look like now if you�d succeeded..�

Tom scowled.� He should have released the spell by now.. instead he was hesitating in the
doorway and listening to the brat.

Well.. technically he did not
seem to be a brat anymore.� Technically
he seemed to be a rather beautiful young man with a death wish.

He took a step closer, wondering
what the hell he was doing.� His fingers
tingled with the temptation to kill the boy..But no.. it would be better to use a low
level spell and then dispatch him via muggle means.� Who knew how effective the ward was against
unforgiveables and dark magic.

�If you kill me... you�ll be
running forever..�

He paused.�

What did the boy mean?!� He�d be running
forever anyway.� If he didn�t kill him, that would not
change.�

He must have read the confusion on
his face because he answered.

�I�ll help you..

We can take it back.� ...together.� We were the strongest at one point,
Voldemort. �And maybe some would say that you were the most
intelligent � your academic results were always touted as so fucking wonderful.�

...Personally I think you were an idiot.�

He flicked a minor burning hex in
the sublime confidence that he could.� The boy�s hand went to his cheek to the mark
it left but he didn�t rage or fight back.

�See.. you�re an idiot.�� ....My face keeps this place in rent.� It�s the only thing between me... us....and the breadline..�

Tom smirked.�

�It wasn�t your face you were shaking in that bar.�

To his astonishment the boy smirked
back softly.

�...I saw you watching me while I
danced.. ...I..recognised you..�

...I Liked it..�
To dance for you � to feel your eyes on me..��

The dark head turned slightly,
looking over at him.� He faltered for a
moment, suddenly remembering the way the boy had curled and stretched himself
on the stage.. the hot hard
lines of his body as he�d stroked and thrust and driven the audience wild..

he�d wanted to touch him too..

He�d wanted to lick and taste and grip and drive himself into the gorgeous
creature.�

He moved closer..
a few steps.

�...Are you going to try to kill me
now?� ...Again?�

...I�m waiting.� You see I�m not armed.� Hurry up if you�re going to do it..�

Tom took a slow breath.

So easy.. the spell was
sitting at the front of his mind.. he could feel it
tingling on his fingertips.. The boy could be gone.. for
good...

As if the thought had roused him,
the shadowy figure moved, balancing itself on its elbows.� The covers feel away, displaying a pale
sculpted chest.. Harry�s dark haunted eyes looked up
at him almost in challenge..� As if he were daring him to do it.

He swallowed, looking at him.� So ..lovely...

�Why did you not
run?!�� he
whispered, curiously..� �Why did you bring me here?!�

The boy simply looked up at him
steadily.�

He moved closer still..

::I
think.. I�ve always been waiting for you::�

The soft hiss jarred his mind.. shocked him as nothing else had
done before.� He�d known the boy spoke
the language but he�d never heard him use it.

He stepped close.. close
enough to reach out and touch the boy.�
His fingers hovered.. It would be so very easy
to release the spell his mind was holding ready..

A hand slowly reached up and met his own, questing... touching.. and then gripping.� Pulling at his fingers
gently.� The feeling of touching
the boy�s skin made something inside Tom shudder

::come..::� the boy hissed.. barely
audibly. ::I won�t deny you..� Kill me afterward.. if you want..::

He felt his own libido give a
sudden twitch as the silky unfamiliar Harry pushed back the covers.. displaying his nakedness.� His readiness..� Such a
delicious expanse of skin.. muscle..
perfectly formed..�
The boy lay back then, spreading his arms as if emphasising his own
vulnerability.

Tom burned to curse him.. kill him.. but
still he found himself hesitating. ��He
felt his cock harden in the foreign clothing.�

�A trick?�� You cannot buy your life with a quick fuck,
Harry..�

The boy closed his eyes..smiling secretively.��

�Then don�t make it quick..�

...I�ve wanted you since I was twelve years old, Tom...�

He felt his stomach clench
slightly.� What?!� What was the boy talking about?!� How?!�

The hardening line of Harry�s cock seemed to support his statement,
unbelievable as it was.� Tom tried to
prevent his eye from grazing down the beautiful body. ��It was difficult.

�Why?!� he whispered, infuriated at
the plaintive tone in his own voice.

The dark eyes opened again and
Harry�s brow furrowed.

�I didn�t want to..

I fought not to..�
The way you looked made it easier...�
But now.. you look how
you looked in my mind..� Well.. you look closer to
how you look in my mind.. I can see
the last years haven�t been good to you.

I...I can help you..

I..want to help you...� But you�re probably too bloody minded to
accept it.�

Just... lie with me.. Just for tonight?� We don�t have to do ...anything...� The low
voice trailed off suggestively.

Tom stared. �

Harry moved over in the bed slowly,
his eyes calm and steady as they met Tom�s own.�
The invitation lay strangely between them.�

To his astonishment, he found
himself raising a knee to climb onto the bed.

Something in his stomach gave a kick at the stupidity he was displaying.� Allowing himself to postpone (it was
certainly merely a postponement) his satisfaction in killing the boy..for..what?!� A short tousle under the sheets..

He found he really was not adverse to a short tousle under the sheets with this
creature.

And that was weakness!!� What was wrong
with him?!� Why hesitate?!

Harry had made no move to reach for him..

It was as well.� The sharp tingling of
his nerves, alert against the possibility of deception, might have led him to
curse the boy quickly and assuage his own unease.

He lowered himself cautiously onto
his side in the bed, still fully clothed, watching the boy suspiciously.

Harry looked back at him with wide hopeful eyes.� He seemed to be waiting..� Tom narrowed his eyes and..
delightfully.. the boy looked
down submissively, as if he�d chastised him.

When Harry darted another brief glance up, the hope in his eyes was painfully
fragile.

Tom swallowed nervously.� If he were to entertain this possibility with the boy.. if he were to allow himself to lose attention for this time,
he needed to be more secure than at present.�

Making up his mind he turned his attention outward and focussed on the room...
the apartment.� The wards he wanted
drifted up in his mind with ease.� Some
things, it seemed, one did not forget.�

He layered them room by room before summoning a shoelace from one of the boy�s
shoes and transfiguring it into a beaded bracelet.�� He charmed each of the twenty beads into portkeys.�

It took a while.�

Harry simply lay watching him, apparently understanding what he was doing and
displaying more anticipation than before in light of it.� When he had finished the bracelet he attached
it to his own wrist and then looked up uneasily.�

The boy surged forward as if he had been impatiently awaiting
the moment he finished.� He reacted without
thinking and bound him in place.� It was
an instinctive spell and he blinked in reaction a moment after he�d cast
it.� The other boy�s face was painted in
self recrimination as if he regretted his error.� Swaddled in ropes, only his head peeked free.� He started to babble immediately.

�I�m.. sorry.. I didn�t mean to..� Just...I
won�t do anything..�
Don�t go...Do whatever you need to do.. to feel..safe.. but..but
stay with me..

Maybe.. you could..tie me..uh... I
mean.. to the bed..not like this.. I mean..� If it helps..

You could..silence me.. if
you want..

I.. Please...�

The dark eyes entreated him.

�No.. I
have something...better.� he informed him darkly.�

�Heatahtlik t�itmine� he spoke quietly, brushing aside the boy�s long black hair
and pressing his fingertips to the pale forehead.�

A faded lightning bolt scar was exposed, disturbingly.� He grimaced.�
Seeing it reminded him again of exacly who the waif was.��

But the spell..would prevent malevolent action on the boy�s part.. at least for
the moment.� The prophesy aside � Harry Potter
would not be physically capable of attempting to harm him for this night.

It was unsatisfying.. but it would have to suffice.

�But..I...
want you to..� Please...� the boy whispered.�

�I dreamed about you..for years..

....I...I didn�t tell anyone about those
dreams.. How could I?!�
They were.. so
different to the other dreams of you.. no one would
have understood..�

I used to dream you would come to me in my bed at Hogwarts..� Like this..� Like you are now..� Sort of..

You were older than me.. strong.. so hot... I wanted what you
did..� Sometimes
in the dreams you�d ..you�d tie me to the bed..

�please...�

Tom dispelled the incarcerous with
a vague flick of his fingers and the full expanse of the lithe muscled body
returned to his view.� It was an
improvement.

�Perhaps I will tie you later..�� he muttered distractedly, reaching out and trailing a finger
down the centre of the hot chest.�
Hairless and firm.. it
felt..good..
to touch another person

He couldn�t remember anything of the last time he had lain with another.� Certainly.. a long time ago - in the few weeks between his restoration
and his downfall.� He had indulged quite
excessively at first when his body was restored � the first pale restored body
he�d worn for several years had been incapable of those acts and the sudden
return of sensation and desire had been a heady drug.� He�d glutted himself on pretty young things.. both male and female alike.

One further reason why he had perhaps not paid as much attention to Lucius as would have been wise.

He sat up and pulled off the grey
long sleeved shirt, noting the hungry fixation in the other boy�s eyes as he
looked up at him.� Harry had not dared to
move this time, as if to breathe too hard might take this chance from him once
again.� Tom tilted his head, looking down
at the sharp angles of the boy�s jaw.��
He unfastened the top button of the black jeans and dragged the zip down
carefully over his own now-eager erection..

The sight of the hard bulge covered by the lycra boxer shorts seemed to affect the boy lying
beside him greatly.� Harry was panting.. and he had barely touched him.

It seemed that the things he had said might have been true.�

Was it possible that his enemy had been desperately obsessed with him for so
long and he had been entirely ignorant of it?!�

Before the ritual in the graveyard he had had
no body.. his concerns were
elsewhere.. and then afterward � he had a body but
seemed to lack any libido whatsoever..�

And after.. the final ritual..� well.. He had been
distracted.� Harry had, for the first
time in years, not been the number
one priority on his mind.

Perhaps things might have been very different if he had realised...

He lowered himself to his back and
lifted his hips, balancing himself as he drew down the jeans and boxers in one,
sliding them down his legs and kicking them off to the bottom of the bed.�

There was a soft whine from the boy next to him.

�Please... please..
let me touch you..�

The desperation in Harry�s voice was delicious.�� He rolled to his side once again and pulled
himself up to his knees, crawling closer.��
When he stroked the palm of his hand down the boy�s chest again he felt his trembling need.� It was as if he might implode if he could not
have contact soon.�

�No.. You will remain as you are.� You will obey, Harry.� Is that clear..��

The boy nodded with wide eyes and shaking hands.

�yes..� Yes.. anything..� please..�

Tom smirked.

God.. the feeling of it..

How long since he�d experienced this level of pained fearful worship...

He could barely wait to sheath himself in the boy.. but how could he rush now?!..

No.. he needed to draw this out..
he needed to enjoy the subjugation of his enemy
utterly.� Suck every particle of marrow
out of it to tide him over for the years to come.

He cast the blankets from the bed with an impatient gesture.� Harry flinched and his breath sped through
the moist parted lips.� �Yes..� he repeated again, as if it would give him what he
wanted.

Taking the opportunity, Tom let his
eyes drift down the other boy�s body.� As
if the weight of his gaze were tangible, the boy twitched and shifted slightly
at the passage of it.�

He stroked the very tip of a finger down the tight lateral abdominal muscles of
the boy, who he thought must almost certainly spend hours each day training his
muscles.� Harry emitted a soft gasp and
he saw his hands clench and unclench in the effort to remain still and
quiescent.�

The finger trailed lower.. over the bone of his pelvis,
circling it slowly.� He watched the boy�s
ruddy cock jump and dance helplessly.� It
was rather a nice organ, he thought.� Very slightly curved.�
Helmet darkening with need.� He leaned low and blew a cool breath over the
boy�s abdomen, smiling at the visible goosebumps that
raised on the boy�s forearms..

�You will not make a sound without
permission..� he instructed quietly.� The boy nodded tightly.� �If you cannot obey..
I will punish you..�
he smirked at him.�

This did not seem to have the desired effect.�
If anything, the word punish seemed to cause the boy to flush pink and
breathe faster.��

He murmured a soft spell to bind the boy at the base of his cock.� Harry twitched slightly.�

�How is it that you came to be
here... working.. as you do?..�
he asked idly, tracing the raised ridge of his new toy�s collarbone.�� There was no response.� He raised an eyebrow and stated, pleased �You
may answer the question, Harry.�

There was a nod and then the boy frowned slightly before his expression
cleared.

That frown bothered him.� He was thinking
to lie!?� The question was rather
straightforward..

�I.. ran..
took the money I had and bought a muggle plane
ticket.�� I thought that no one would
notice me here.�

The job.. well.. It turned
out to be quite hard to get work when I had no background..
no papers.. no
qualifications.� Hogwarts didn�t really
give me much of a basis in anything the muggle world uses.� And.. I couldn�t
really afford to work in the Australian wizarding world, obviously..�

Tom nodded thoughtfully.

�I do believe I shall tie you after all, Harry..� he
informed him, a mere second before he had cast the spell that captured the boy�s
wrists and ankles and drew him spread-eagled.

�...Legilimens..�
he said with deep and abiding satisfaction.�
It was unnecessary for him to incant it aloud..
he did so entirely for the benefit of the attractive
little obfuscator. �

The boy did not even attempt to
occlude.� He wandered through his
memories as if strolling through a poorly organised library.�� Here was the time in Hogwarts.. friends.. enemies..
Redheaded Weasleys and a bushy haired girl seemed to predominate.� And Dumbledore - confounded meddling bastard �
even in the boy�s eyes.�

Tom dipped in deeper to verify that the boy had indeed had a number of quite explicit dreams involving none other
than himself. � these, he was able to trace back to a
particular memory of the Chamber of Secrets.�
He watched, irritated, as the tiny boy destroyed his Horcrux.� The dreams had begun soon afterward.

He examined the thoughts in Harry�s head about him.� He had clearly been a very confused young man.� Hate and fear and paradoxical obsessive desire
warred in him when his mind turned to his enemy.

Moving on he searched for those
weeks before the end.� The
time in which he had not been attending to Harry sufficiently.�

He found a disturbing preponderance
of Draco Malfoy.� It seemed the son of
his enemy had taken particular care to follow and intimidate Harry. �One memory depicted the younger Malfoy pushing
Harry face first up against a wall in one of the upper level corridors.� The exact nature of Draco�s interest was
abundantly clear since Harry could feel it pressed against his arse through his
robes.� The boy groped him, insulting and
degrading him, but did not attempt to take the attack any further. �He threatened the lives of Harry�s little
friends should he continue to circulate with them.. or should he tell anyone
of their little interlude.

There were a number of such memories.� He
did not watch them all but it was clear by the balance of memories that Harry
had indeed moved away from his friends and support in the hope of protecting
them.� The attacks grew more
invasive.� He pulled one toward the final
days and observed Harry crying, held down on a bed in one of the Slytherin dormrooms while Draco forced himself slowly into his arse.� The blonde growled deprecating
remarks at him as he fucked him.�

Tom found himself incongruously irate at seeing the abuse of the boy he had not
realised desperately yearned to be
his.�

After he had finished, Draco sneered at the mess he�d left of Harry.� Then he informed him that he was his whore now..
That he would play nice or see what happened to him.�

He went on to state, with unmistakeable conviction, that very soon � His father would be the Dark Lord.. Voldemort was finished.. If
Harry wanted to live.. he
needed to see that he pleased him.

Harry had been too upset to take the words seriously � he thought it was just Malfoy�s posturing..� Tom knew that this wasn�t the case.

He attended to the time after that
with far more care.� Harry had indeed
tried to run.� He had withdrawn money
from Gringotts � and had run into problems in the
process.� He had almost been too
late.� Just as he was leaving, swathes of
aurors had descended on Gringotts
to sieze control of the institution.� It seemed that Lucius
had recognised the benefit in �freezing� certain customers accounts temporarily.� Harry had barely made it out undetected.�� He�d taken the subway straight to Heathrow,
with nothing but the clothes he wore, and had booked a flight to Melbourne,
Australia.�

His first weeks in Australia
reminded Tom eerily of his own experiences in Canada.� There was that shock and dismay at finding
how completely and utterly without recourse he was in the muggle world.� Harry had tried to work as a labourer..as a farmhand.. He was universally exploited.� The memories of Draco were nothing in
comparison to what the muggles did to him.�

He was afraid to use his magic � he had not needed to be warned that it would
be traced.�

When he hitchhiked to Sydney he did so with the intent of finding some shadier employment in a large city.� He had sought work as a bartender but lacking
any experience, did not get very far.�

The manager at the bar in which he currently worked had taken a shine to his
looks when he came in asking.� Harry had
been very lucky that he had proven halfway able to dance when given the
opportunity to try.� It seemed that the
man also operated an unofficial brothel of
sorts on the side.� The way he had
looked at him was not reassuring...�

The next several months of memories
were all fairly similar.. full
of dancing in a dark room under lights.. finding an
apartment..shopping in muggle supermarkets.. For a
while there was a boy who seemed to spend a lot of time with Harry.. Tom noted the vague similarity to his own appearance.

And then Draco found him.

The blonde was in his apartment - enraged.�
He spent days torturing Harry
only to heal him and begin anew.� He
impressed upon Harry the lengths he�d
gone to, in order to find him.. he�d
shown wizarding photos of redheads and the bushy haired girl.� They looked like something that might be
found on the floor after a revel.� They
still lived, apparently.� And would continue to do so, provided that Harry never again gave
Draco a reason to be disappointed in him. ��

Harry had crawled to him and promised not to run away again. �He�d done his best to please the blonde with
his body.��

Draco was quite amused when he learned of Harry�s occupation.� He permitted him to continue working in it.

The remaining time between that
point, almost a year and a half earlier and the present day was full of
dancing, sleeping, shopping and quite regularly fucking and being tortured
and/or humiliated by Draco Malfoy.� The
brunette boy he�d been seeing disappeared altogether.� A memory of a visit from the blonde turned up
about once a week or so � usually on Thursdays or Fridays.� Sometimes he would watch Harry dance in the
bar before taking him home and using him in whatever way suited.� There were some fairly depraved memories
among the set that seemed to haunt Harry, to judge by their emotional strength
and reoccurrence in nightmare form.

Tom stilled in painful horror at
how lucky he had been not to have run
into Lucius� son when he was in the bar.� It was a Saturday night!� He had missed what might have been his own
death by mere hours!

He didn�t know what to make of
it.� Harry obviously had not wanted him
to know about Draco.. and yet
� he had hardly taken much effort to obscure the memories.�

If he had intended to turn him in, then he would already have been captured by
now, no doubt.�

Therefore he did not intend to let
anyone know that he had seen him..

Nevertheless.. not to warn
him of the pendulous threat surrounding them both.. and
what if Malfoy had placed some form of infidelity tracing spell?!� He might have tried to penetrate the little
fool and then found himself staring down the length of Draco Malfoy�s rather unimpressive 10 � inches of blackthorn.

He could feel the boy�s desperate hope.. his need..flooding his mind in the
most recent memories.�

From the moment he�d seen him in the bar, he�d hardly been able to believe his
eyes � initial trepidation and cynical fatalism had given way to a cruel
wistful hope.�

Harry believed that somehow.. if
he could persuade Tom to desire him, they might together come up with a plan to
escape their respective fates.�

He believed that Tom held the power
to prevail against Draco Malfoy � against all
the powers of the British wizarding world. � he�d done
it before, hadn�t he?!

Tom conceded, it would unlikely
strain him terribly to dispatch the little blond sadist � however if he were to
do so, it would only bring a world of trouble upon them both.

Well.. upon him.. �Why should he care if trouble rained down upon
Harry Potter?!

If Draco Malfoy came here regularly, then Harry�s presence here might be unofficially known to and
tolerated by Lucius � in which case any disappearance
of his son would be immediately and energetically investigated � and they would
come here first.

On the other hand � Tom suspected that Lucius would
never allow Harry to live if he knew of his whereabouts � the man was nothing
if not prudent � even at the risk of upsetting the fruit of his loins.�

So more likely than not, Draco had kept Harry a dirty secret.

That did not mean that no one knew
that he was coming here regularly.

And he had never stood alone against the entire accumulated force of the
British wizarding world. �Harry was naive
to even imagine it so.

Always he had had those invisible connections around him..
the contacts and support that made it possible for him
to articulate his will in public.� The
more powerful he�d become, the more important those linkages had become.� If he had stood alone as Lord Voldemort
against the Order, the Ministry and the Public, he�d have been defeated.� Invisibility and proxy actors were his
weapons.

Pulling out of the unfortunate boy�s
head he gazed down at him once again.�
Harry�s face was showing a war between hope and despair.

�Please.. help me..� he whispered.�
�You can do it.. I�ll help you.. we can-...�� he petered out, despair winning his
expression.�

Tom�s own face was closed - resigned.

�I cannot do anything for you,
Harry.�

Well... I could kill you..� he corrected
thoughtfully.� �Perhaps that would be a
mercy..�

The green eyes widened and grew
glassy with tears.

�No..

If you�re going to do that.. at
least do it afterward.. At least give me one night..�

Tom sighed and moved away from the
tragically enticing boy tied to the bed.�
He turned and summoned the clothing that Harry had given him, slipping
the boxer shorts onto his legs and resizing them absently.� The jeans followed and sat snugly on his hips
when he had finished.

�Please..my Lord..� Harry tried, desperately. �Please..Tom... Don�t..Don�t
leave me.�

Tom ignored him, standing and
summoning the grey long sleeved shirt, slipping it on and rolling his stiff shoulders.�

�I am going to take some of your
clothing, Harry.� he informed him softly.�
�And perhaps.. some
other things that I may need.�� I shall ..release you.. before I
leave.�

The boy turned his head away and he
could hear him sobbing softly against his shoulder.

�No.. please..Please..Tom..�� He sniffed and
tried to pull himself together to speak clearly.� His voice wavered painfully.

�We.. could win.. You could
be powerful again.. Don�t you want to really live?!�
Aren�t you tired of just surviving!?�
Please.. I�ll do anything..� It..it can�t be a
coincidence that we ran into each other!

In all the world � to find each other..�

Tom mused on the unlikely
coincidence too.� But what the boy was
suggesting was insanity.� The only
rational choice was to gather up everything he could use and leave this place.�

He would manufacture as many portkeys as he could
while he was in the apartment.�

Perhaps he would go to New Zealand. �The
states were probably out � they tended to follow the direction of the British
wizarding world too closely these days.�

New Zealand would be a terrible place to spend the winter though, he bemoaned
inwardly.

He went through Harry�s wardrobe
methodically, taking out leather pants and a winter coat.� He found a newer pair of boots and debated
whether they would be more useful than his own � which were sturdier but slowly
wearing out. He could not afford to minimise anything that he would take.� In the end he had amassed a large backpack of
clothing, and the kitchen was his next destination.

It was while he was poring over the
cans and packets in Harry�s cupboard that he felt the wards he had placed
shift.

He froze, his blood turning to
ice.� There was silence throughout the
apartment.� Someone had just apparated
in, and he did not need to wonder who
exactly was now standing in the Hallway of Harry�s apartment.� The fact that he had neither spoken nor moved
was not a good sign.� Obviously he had
detected something suspicious.�� Whether it was that detection which had
drawn him here or whether he was coming here anyway and only noticed it upon
arriving was moot.�

He reached for the bracelet just as he felt anti-movement wards slam up.�

He cursed.� His portkeys
would be useless now unless he could get out of the apartment � and he would
clearly not be doing so via apparition.� Draco
would summon reenforcements next.� Any second now.� Perhaps he was doing so already.

There was no time to think about
this.�� His mind leapt into a higher
gear, providing a spell that would disguise his own magical signature and
traces, even as he concentrated on the incantation of a detection spell,
finding one lifeform in the hallway by the door to
the apartment, moving closer under a silencing spell.�

He collected himself to attack.� If he
was to survive the night he needed to get out fast.� In order to do that, he would do best to kill
Draco Malfoy � or whoever that was now outside the kitchen door

It seemed that Harry would get his wish after all.

For one fragment of a second that thought grated him.� Bloody confounded pain in the
arse BOY.� He only needed to see him for his entire life to collapse
into shit.�

No.. his life had already
been shit.. this was two levels lower than shit.

Without stopping to agonise over
the choice he used a powerful blasting hex on the kitchen door, flinging it,
and the figure behind it, hard against the other side of the hall.� Against his own better judgement he threw the
Avada at the crumpled but struggling figure.��
For all that spell�s magical drain - It was the quickest choice for him
in light of the frequency with which he�d used it over the years and didn�t
require particular aim.� ��

The body slumped at once and he was able to pick out through the dust that it
was indeed Draco Malfoy.� The years had
rendered him a miniature Lucius clone � his thin hard
face was framed with long pale blonde hair and he was richly garbed.

Hate burned through his throat.

He took a few seconds to apply a melting curse to the aquiline features.� It wasn�t really sufficient.� He wished he could bring the little bastard
back and kill him again � harder.�� He contented himself with incinerating the body
and scattering the dust.�

Out!� He needed to get out of here now!!�
Using an unforgiveable would alert Aurors
of any description.� If the suppression spell in the apartment wasn�t
strong enough � and it was unlikely to
be strong enough to defeat the Australian Ministry of Magic � then there would
be a swift response any second!��

He backed into the kitchen and grabbed the backpack, tipping everything from
the shelf into it with one swipe and drawing the string on top, swinging it
onto his back.�

He didn�t bother to close the door behind him � he was already pelting down the
stairs.�

There was the sound of pursuit on
the stairs above him.� His heart flew
into his mouth.

Tearing from the foyer door down
the stairs he reached for the bracelet, grasping the first bead.� Just as he whispered the activation he felt a
body slam hard into him.�� He fell,
tumbling with the weight of it, struggling to free himself even as the portkey activated.

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