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Harry Potter and the Breeding Darkness	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 297906 -:- Recommendations : 58 -:- Currently Reading : 185
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Chapter 1

This chapter was written by Aya Macchiato

Beta’d by tannne & Danyealle-sama

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Ginny Weasley was sitting up in her bedroom in the Burrow trying to hide from both her mother and her twin demon brothers when she heard the chime ring on the floo downstairs. They had only been home from Hogwarts for two days but the twins were clearly already deeply embedded in something... sinister. Or at least, horribly dangerous for anyone who happened to be within range when they needed to test out one of their devious inventions. This was made even more dangerous by the fact that they had reached their seventeenth birthdays that prior April and were now of age to perform magic at home. She had determined that her room was the only place that was even remotely safe from them, as long as she kept her door locked, and stayed inside.

But, aside from her two manic twin brothers, her parents had also been acting oddly since arriving home. They seemed... worried. Her mother had been cleaning everything, which was usually something she did obsessively to try to distract herself when she was especially stressed. Her father had also taken that day off work, which was especially odd.

Her parent's odd behavior, and the fact that it was rather rare for someone to arrive via the floo so early in the morning, was the only thing that could make her risk leaving the safety of her room and face the potential threat that was posed by the twins.

She slipped out of her room and down the stairs just in time to hear her parents greeting... Headmaster Dumbledore at the door?

She tried to slip as far down the stairs as she could manage to attempt listen in but their voices were quickly too muffled to make anything out and she scowled. What the heck was Professor Dumbledore doing there?

"And what might you be up to, dear sister of ours?" a voice that sent a chill of exaggerated terror down her spine.

"It looks to me like she's trying to eavesdrop on our parents, Gred."

"Ah, that it does. But she's going about it all the wrong way, dear Forge."

"Be quiet!" Ginny hissed as she looked back over her shoulder at her twin brothers. "I'm trying to listen!"

"How about we offer you a hand there?" 'Gred' said.

"Or better yet, an ear?" 'Forge' added with a grin.

"What are you two on about?" she said in a harsh whisper.

Fred pulled something fleshy out of his pocket at that point and handed one to George and one to Ginny. She twisted up her face in confusion, and well-earned distrust, as she looked at the object with considerable suspicion.

"Extendable ears," Fred said finally.

"Just put the string in your ear, and direct the other end to whatever it is you want to listen in on, and –" George said.

"–you are as good as eavesdropping." Fred finished.

"Much more effective," George added and then the two twins nodded to each other in agreement.

Ginny looked down at the object again and saw that the fleshy part did look like an ear with a string attached to it. She hesitantly put the string into her ear and was impressed with the magnified sound. She gave them an approving sort of nod and a small smirk. The two twins grinned back.

The trio refocused on the adults downstairs then. The voices were growing quieter and more muffled.

"They're going into the kitchen," whispered Fred. George nodded.

The three red-heads slipped down the stairs and around the corner. They hid at the closed door to the kitchen and all three slipped their extendable ears underneath the door before placing the ends of the strings into their ears.

"He's what?" Molly Weasley gasped in horror.

"I'm afraid that he's missing."

"Oh goodness! This is horrible! And with You-Know-Who having returned! Oh Albus! Do you think they've taken him?"

"I am, as yet, unsure. I’m doing my best to try and locate him but everything I have tried thus far has been inconclusive or simply failed outright."

"Everything?" asked Arthur Weasley. "I assume you've tried all of the normal tracking and scrying spells?"

"Even several very advanced ones and still I’ve had no luck. Wherever Harry is, he is behind some extraordinarily powerful wards, which admittedly, I find most concerning. I must admit that I’m at a loss. I was hoping that perhaps I could speak with Ronald and Ginevra in hopes that Harry might have said something to one of them."

"Wait... are you saying that you think Harry might have run off intentionally?" Molly gasped.

"I... suspect it may be possible. Just a few weeks ago, Miss Granger came to Minerva and me expressing concern for Harry's summer arrangements. It would seem that Harry had spoken to both her and your son Ronald about his desire to stay somewhere else for the summer. I spoke with him and he promised me, at the time, that he would return to the safety of his Aunt and Uncle's home. It would appear now that he may not have taken that promise to heart. I spoke with Harry's aunt and uncle yesterday evening and they seemed to be under the impression that they had given him permission to stay with a friend over the summer."

"So he's safe?" Molly asked with hope in her voice.

"I cannot say that for sure, Molly. You see, when I checked, both Harry's Aunt and Uncle showed faint traces of some compulsion magic. It would appear that they were magically compelled to give Harry permission to leave their care for the summer."

"Hey, what's going on?" Ron's whispered voice broke in and Ginny almost jumped out of her skin in surprise.

"Shh!" Ginny hissed.

George reached into his pocket and pulled out a forth extendable ear and shoved it into Ron's hand before refocusing on the door. Ron looked confused, but was surprisingly able to work out what to do rather quickly.

"So you think that someone might have tricked his relatives? Or tricked Harry? Harry said that he was meeting his Uncle further into the station, and not on the platform because the man didn't like being around so many witches and wizards... oh, I should have insisted he wait for us! I shouldn't have let him go alone!" Molly wailed.

"Oh, Mollywobbles, you can't blame yourself!" Arthur began to say in a soothing voice. "You couldn't have known."

"But Arthur! You-Know-Who is back! And now Harry is missing! His muggle family were tricked! It's obvious that he must have been taken!"

"Ohh... So Dumbledore already realized that Harry flew the coop, eh?" Ron whispered. "That was fast."

Ginny and the twins instantly turned their attention on Ron with wide questioning eyes.

Ron's face scrunched up and then his eyes went wide. "Wait... What did they say about You-Know-Who? !"

"Well let's not jump to conclusions just yet," Arthur was saying. "Let's go get the kids and see if they know anything."

"I think that would be a grand idea," Dumbledore said and the four gathered Weasley children heard scuffing of chairs along the floor. "Oh, I don't think that will be necessary. I believe that all interested parties are outside the door right at this moment. Would you four care to join us?"

The voice was called out a bit louder at the end and suddenly the door flew open by magic and the twins, Ginny, and Ron all collapsed through the doorway and onto the floor, looking up with sheepish expressions.

A few moments later and all of the Weasleys were seated around the table with Albus Dumbledore, Molly Weasley and Arthur Weasley occupying one side, and the four teens occupying the other.

"Now, I'm assuming that the four of you listened in long enough to realize that Harry has turned up missing, am I correct?" Dumbledore began with a grandfatherly smile.

The four Gryffindors nodded their heads.

"Good. Now, I'm curious if Harry spoke to any of you about any plans he may or may not have made pertaining to his summer living arrangements?"

At this, Ginny, Fred, and George all shook their heads, but then their heads turned and looked at Ron who was pointedly looking at the table in front of him.

"Ronald?" Molly asked in a rather scary warning tone.

Ron mumbled something incoherent and shrugged, still keeping his head down.

"Ronald Billius Weasley, you will answer the question, right this moment!" Molly yelled.

Ron grimaced and huffed out a frustrated sigh. "You won't be able to find him. He said the wards that he's behind are the best of the best. Said they're way better than the ones on his muggle relative's house. Said they won't even let owls in. It's crazy."

Molly looked stunned and looked over at Dumbledore.

"Mr. Weasley, could you please tell me anything that Harry might have said to you about where he was intending to go?" Dumbledore said in a kind and encouraging voice.

"He refused to tell me or Hermione any details. He said that you'd come looking for him and if you found him you'd make him go back to those muggles. He said that if we didn't know anything then we couldn't tell you anything. Said it was just safer that way."

Molly gasped. "But why? Why would he run away?"

"Because those muggles abuse him, that's why!" Ron spat angrily as his face and ears went as red as his hair. "And even though you've known about it you've been making him go back every summer just so they can hit him and starve him some more!" he continued to yell, accusingly at Dumbledore. "Saying that he's safe there and all that rot. Maybe he was safe from D-death Eaters while there but he wasn't very safe from the muggles, was he? Not safe from them beating on him or starving him to death."

Everyone else around the table was stunned into absolute silence.

With a flash, Ron seemed to realize that he had just yelled at Albus Dumbledore, and his face was suddenly overpowered with horror and he ducked his head, pointedly looking into his lap.

"W-what?" Molly asked in a horrified whisper. "What did you say, Ron?"

Ron scowled and squared his shoulders a bit. "Those muggles treat him like garbage. They're awful to him. Did you two ever even think to wonder why he would have bars on his window that summer before second year when the twins and I had to go and rescue him?"

The twins' eyes widened at the memory and shared a look.

"We had to use a muggle lock pick to get his bedroom door open too," Fred added in suddenly. "He was locked in."

"And then we had to pick another lock to get at his trunk. It was locked in a boot cupboard under the stairs along with all his things." George said.

"And what was with that little flap in his bedroom door?" Fred added.

"Harry called that a 'cat flap'. He said it's how his relatives fed him. They'd keep him locked up in his room all day and give him moldy bread through the 'cat flap' and only let him out once a day to use the loo or to do the muggles' housework. They treated him worse than a house elf! And whenever he messed up, they beat him!"

Ginny had gasped in horror several times at this point, and a few horrified tears were threatening to escape her quickly reddening eyes.

Molly looked like she was torn between being shocked and horrified or being absolutely furious. She instantly turned her accusing gaze on Dumbledore. "Albus, is this true?"

"Oh, not at all, Molly dear. Harry was just exaggerating his woes. His relatives might not be the most loving people but –"

"Exaggerating? Exaggerating? How can you dare accuse him of that?" Ginny exclaimed. "Harry does not exaggerate things like that! Have you ever even seen him with them? Seen the way they treat him when in public? I can only imagine how they might treat him when no one is looking! And he's always so thin each fall! And for the first month or so of school, he always eats like a bird. I've asked him about it in the past because it always worried me and he told me that if he ate too much he'd get sick. Isn't that a sign of malnourishment? I can't be the only one who noticed!"

Molly's expression shifted much faster to fury this time and her deadly accusing glare shot straight through Albus Dumbledore. It was enough that the man almost faltered in his genial facade.

"Albus we cannot take these accusations lightly! You cannot simply brush these off! If these people are treating Harry poorly than I simply will not stand for letting it continue! Harry will not be going back to those people until I am confident that that is legitimately a safe home for him!"

Dumbledore held up his hands in an attempt to calm everyone down and sooth the strained atmosphere in the room. Once people seemed to have quieted down a bit, he refocused on Ron. "Now, Mr. Weasley, are you sure that there was nothing that Harry told you that might help us in locating him? I will concede that returning him to his muggle relatives may not be the best course of action but it’s still imperative that we find him and make sure he’s brought to somewhere that is safe. There are deadly threats out there right now. I believe that Harry's life may be in great danger right now and it is absolutely important that we know where he is so we can make sure he is kept safe."

Ron folded his arms across his chest and took on a stubborn expression. "I don't know anything. And if you can't find him, I don't suppose any Death Eaters will be able to either."

One Day Earlier – July 3rd, 1st day of Summer Holidays

Tom turned the corner towards his study as Harry made his way up the stairs.

"Why don't you go on up to the room and begin to unpack your things. I'll be up with you in just a moment, I need to put away some things I was in the middle of when you arrived," Tom said easily as he strode away.

"Sure," Harry said as he kept going and made his way up the stairs towards the third floor. Harry turned the corner and went to the room across the hall from Tom's bedroom that he had stayed in the night after he discovered the truth prophecies. He opened the door and stepped inside to find the room nearly bare, and clearly lacking his trunk. Harry looked around bewildered for a moment.

"Hm... Mixey!" Harry called out. A moment later the elf popped in and appeared beside him.

"Yes, Master Harry?"

"Wh... oh, you should probably call me Evan or Harris during the summer, alright?"

"Oh, yes! I's shall be doings that! Master saids so as well. Mixey is most sorry, Master Evan. Mixey will –" Mixey squeaked worriedly and began to wring her ears with her hands.

"That's alright, Mixey. No harm. Don't worry about it at all. Now, where did you leave my trunk and Hedwig's cage that I gave you earlier?"

"I be leavings them in Master's room, of course," Mixey said with an eager bob of her head.

Harry looked around the room one more time just to make sure he hadn't somehow missed it, but it was obvious that his things weren't here.

"Er... can you take me to them?" Harry asked finally.

"Oh yes, Master Evan. Of course," Mixey said as she began to scurry out the door behind him. Harry shook his head and turned to follow her. He came to an abrupt halt as he saw the little elf going into Tom's room.

"Er... Mixey? I think you've made a mistake," Harry said slowly as he took a few more steps inside the room and saw his unshrunk trunk sitting in the center of the open floor space to the east of the large king-size bed."

"Oh noes, Master Evan. Mixey is most sure she has it right. Master's instructions were most specific," she said, shaking her head determinedly, causing her enormous bat ears to flop around comically.

"No, Mixey, I'm pretty sure –"

"Don't be thick, Harry," Tom's voice came from behind him and he spun around to see the older wizard coming in through the open doorway and closing the door behind him.

"Huh?" Harry began, but Tom cut him off.

"Unless, of course, you have a problem with this arrangement?" Tom asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

Realization dawned on Harry and his eyes widened and he looked around the room, and then at the trunk, and then back at Tom.

"You want me to stay in here? With you?"

Tom rolled his eyes. "Yes, Harry. Is that a problem?"

Harry's mouth quickly spread into an enthusiastic smile and he quickly shook his head. "No. No problem." He ducked his head, slightly embarrassed with how insanely stupid he was sure his grin probably looked.

"Good," Tom said with an accomplished smirk. "You may go, Mixey. I'll call if I need anything," he said and Mixey promptly popped away. Next, Tom turned back to examine Harry's trunk and the owl cage sitting atop it. "I can key your owl into the wards so that she won't feel the compulsion to leave the grounds but I ask that you not use her for mail," Tom said, his voice instantly shifting to business.

"Right. If I have any letters to go out, I give them to Mixey then she'll take them to the post office and have them sent out," Harry said nodding his head.

"Since I don't have any owls on the property I haven't seen any point in setting up some sort of owlery but there are stables on the grounds. Mixey, Kibby, and Grader have been working on putting the grounds to rights for the last week but I'm unsure if they have addressed the old stables yet. Your owl can stay in the manor until something more suitable for her can be arranged but I ask that she not be in this room."

"Right. That's fine," Harry said quickly.

Tom nodded his head and then turned to look at the owl. He cocked his head slightly to one side and Harry could see the corner of his mouth turn up the slightest bit. "She is quite a beautiful thing, isn't she? What was it... Hedwig, I believe?"

Harry grinned, happy that Tom had actually remembered. "That's right."

"Obviously we must make sure to inform Nagini that she is not to be eaten."

Harry snorted. "Er... yeah, that would be a good idea."

"Now, for the room," Tom said turning and facing the east wall of the room that Harry now realized was decorated differently than it had been when he was last in this room. There was a large standing wardrobe stained in a very dark wood, and beside it was a dresser in a similar style and color. A few feet further down the wall was a wide wooden desk, again of the same style and color, with a wood and leather-cushioned chair in front of it. Past the desk and all the way down the wall until it reached the corner were seven-foot tall bookshelves.

"This is for you. Obviously you are free to change it around however you like and add more to it, this is merely my initial contribution. The wardrobe is larger than it appears," Tom said as he walked over to it and pulled open the two doors exposing what actually looked like a walk-in closet, rather than a wardrobe. "We will be filling out your wardrobe, obviously. While here, you should remain in wizard robes. Muggle clothing would obviously be too out of place."

Harry nodded his head dumbly as he took it all in.

"As you can see I have already had Mixey pick up a few items for you to tide you over until you and I can actually go shopping on our own."

"Go shopping?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I was thinking next week sometime. We'll see what my schedule is like. I've got a fairly heavy schedule for the next week thanks to all the debriefings of my followers and handing out new assignments."

"You and I are going to go out shopping?" Harry asked again, still rather incredulous at the mere idea.

Tom snorted. "Yes, Harry. We're going to go out. Did you expect to sequester yourself inside this house for the entire summer? I certainly don't intend to. I would go mad if I were cooped up in here all day, every day, for months on end. I did not become a Dark Lord just to end up a prisoner inside my own home."

"How often do you go out?" Harry asked, legitimately curious.

"Not often, admittedly. Or at least, not as much as I would like, but I haven't had much need to go out as yet. Mostly late at night, and of course, under glamors."

"Obviously."

"I was thinking that you and I could go out in the next few days to get anything you might need."

"Will that be a problem though? I mean, Dumbledore is going to be looking for me, and undoubtedly, he'll be using tracking spells. I know he can't find me when I'm in the manor, behind the wards, but won't he be able to if we leave?"

"I have a simple way of dealing with that already prepared, so you do not have to worry about it. Anyway, I, unfortunately, have matters I need to attend to before dinner. Will you be alright unpacking on your own?"

"Oh, sure."

"Good. I will probably be by to gather you myself for dinner. If I finish up sooner, I'll come by then."

"Alright," Harry said quietly, still smiling widely.

Tom took a few steps towards him, dipped his head down a few inches and pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry's arms instantly came up and wrapped around Tom's neck, holding him tight and deepening the kiss. Harry could feel the magic in the air swirling around them madly. It was so electrifying, and enticing. The glorious magical pull, combined with the delicious butterflies dancing in his gut only served to make him feel utterly intoxicated.

The two finally pulled apart for air, but they didn't part far. Harry could feel Tom's warm breath fanning across his cheek and lips and he could smell the older wizard's delicious, unique, scent. It made him want to just devourer the older wizard... or let the older wizard devourer him. At the very least, he didn't want to let go. He was so utterly touched by all of Tom's remarkably caring gestures. He was always stunned when Tom showed his softer side, and Harry realized it was truly a remarkable thing that Tom felt comfortable enough to do it with him.

"Thank you so much for this Tom. You... you don't know how much this means to me," Harry whispered finally, once he had managed to find his voice.

"Oh, I think I might," Tom said with a smirk. He pressed his lips to Harry's again for one quick peck before pulling away. "As you unpack, make a list of anything you may be missing or need and we can make sure to get it when we go out.

"Alright, Tom," Harry said, still smiling far too widely. His cheeks were starting to hurt from all this grinning.

Tom left the room and Harry turned to examine his side of the room for a moment before making his way over to his trunk and opening it up.

Harry spent the late afternoon unpacking his trunk. The clothing he had purchased earlier in the year in Hogsmeade really only consisted of shirts and trousers to wear under his school robes. There were only a handful of robes already inside the wardrobe, but Harry had to admit that they were quite nice.

He added his shirts and the dress robes he wore to the Yule Ball to it, before unpacking all of his trousers, socks, and other assorted things into the dresser. Unpacking his books took decidedly longer. He found that he really loved the idea that he could proudly display every one of his favorite books in his new bookshelves, without having to feel the need to hide the so-called 'questionable' ones.

He laid out all of his assorted items on some of the shelves, and on his desk, including his broom, now propped up on the inside of his wardrobe, and various gifts he'd gotten over the years as well as a few things that he had nicked from the chamber, and a few other things he'd found in the Room of Requirement's 'room of hidden things'.

He didn't bother to unpack his potions supplies since he knew that Tom had a far better equipped potions lab down in the basement. He did unpack all of the items for his summer homework assignments and set them on the corner of his desk to be dealt with later.

When he was all done, he stood back and looked at his new space and smiled. He couldn't help but think that this was the first time that he had had a space of his own that really felt like him completely.

Hedwig's cage was sitting on the floor beside his desk until he could figure out where to put it. He had let her out from the window at the end of the hallway, so she could go hunt. He made a mental note to explore the grounds and check out that stable Tom had mentioned to see if it would serve as a sufficient alternative to an owlery.

Just shortly before six, Tom came in to collect Harry. He only paused to examine Harry's additions to the room for a moment, giving Harry a very small approving nod before leading the two of them down to the dining room on the first floor.

Dinner was a simple affair, while also being delicious. Mixey was still the primary cook, but apparently Grader was also quite good in the kitchen. Harry realized he hadn't even met Grader yet, and he's only met Kibby twice. He'd have to make sure that they both knew to call him Evan as well.

After dinner he and Tom relaxed in the study, and the comfortable familiarity was easy to slip into. It was almost weird to realize he didn't have to leave and go back to Hogwarts later.

Tom cleared his throat after a fairly long stretch of silence where the two had simply been sitting and reading in the comfortable quiet of the room. Harry looked up, giving the Dark Lord his full attention as Tom set his book down on the desk and popped his neck.

"When do you wish to begin the Arithmancy and Runes lessons?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Oh... well, whenever you have the time, is fine with me." Harry realized that he had almost forgotten all about them.

Tom made a humming noise and nodded his head. "I cannot devote a lot of time to it, so it will be a lot of self-study, but I was thinking that every Tuesday and Thursday we could spend an hour or two discussing the subjects. I have a few books I've selected on each subject. I also had Mixey pick up the first term text books for each class, so you can be familiar with those as well. The books I personally selected, however, I feel are a bit superior and I will mostly be instructing you from them."

"That sounds fantastic."

"I will have meetings with various people at least once or twice a day for most of the summer, so you can do some of your reading during those times, however, there will be quite a few meetings I would like you to attend," Tom continued easily.

"Really?" Harry asked, both surprised and excited.

"Of course, pet. I deemed you my apprentice, and I intend you to be so. The dark arts and dueling training can prepare you for some of what you need to know, but there are other things to learn about the Death Eaters that can only be learned through experience and exposure. I will also appreciate your assistance in keeping track of tasks, and making transcripts of certain meetings."

"That sounds fantastic. Thank you."

"Thank me after you've sat through a few meetings. You will learn quickly that they can be quite tedious more often than not," Tom said with a smirk.

Harry chuckled and shrugged. "Hey, I've sat through Professor Binn's History of Magic class twice a week for the last ten months, I can't fathom any Death Eater meetings being more mind numbing than that."

Tom nodded his head slowly. "Granted... yes, I'll give you that."

Harry grinned and the corners of Tom's mouth turned up in amusement as well.

This is nice...

Conversation lulled a bit and Harry found himself resting quietly against Tom's chair while the older wizard finished up a few papers.

Harry couldn't help but begin to feel the slightest mix of apprehension and anticipation as the evening drew to an end.

He heard Tom sigh quietly and set his quill down on the desk. "I am going to retire to the bedroom, pet. Care to join me?"

Harry's eyes lit up and he nodded his head enthusiastically, earning him an amused chuckle from the older wizard. The two stood up and Harry followed Tom as he left the study and made his way up to his... up to their bedroom.

That was a strange thought for Harry. It was one that he knew was going to take some getting used to.

The pair climbed the stairs and entered the grand master bedroom. It was a very large room with a huge king-sized bed in the center of the room. The bed was not a four-poster like the beds at school. Instead it featured an ornately carved mahogany headboard and a matching foot-board. The bedspread and pillows were made of fine silk and were a deep, shimmering, emerald color. Harry recalled from the one time that he had slept on that bed before, that it had been incredibly comfortable.

The bed was against the wall directly opposite the door to the room and there were small mahogany nightstands flanking each side of the bed. The wall to the left, upon entering the room, featured what Harry assumed was Tom's dresser, a door the led to a walk-in closet, and another door that led to an attached bathroom that Harry had not yet actually set foot in. The wall to the right of the bed was the one that had been deemed Harry's and featured his wardrobe, dresser, bookshelves, and desk. Tom's side of the room was decidedly sparse in comparison to the additions that Harry had made just that afternoon. But Harry didn't think much of it since Tom had the entire manor to store his things, while Harry was spreading all of his possessions in this one area.

Tom strode easily into the room and walked over towards his closet. Harry paused for a moment at the door feeling awkward and a bit unsure for a moment before he squared his shoulders, sucked in a breath to center himself and walked over towards his wardrobe and pulled out a pair of comfortable pajama pants.

"Oh yes, I have a hamper in here that the elves attend to each day," Tom called out from inside his closet. "You can leave your dirty clothing in here, and they'll deal with it."

"Oh, alright," Harry said as he began to remove his outer robes and fold them into a rumpled pile on his desk chair. He began to unbutton his undershirt and realized that his fingers were a bit shaky. He wasn't even sure why he was so nervous. Part of him wondered if something might happen that night, and felt entirely excited and hopeful that it would. But another part of him wondered if it would be a bad sign if something didn't happen. He knew the age gap still bothered Tom, no matter how much Harry wished it wouldn't. He would be fifteen in less than a month's time, but even Harry had to acknowledge that most people would still consider that 'too young'.

At the same time, the fact that Tom had invited him to share his bed indicated that perhaps Tom was trying to move beyond the age thing... or at least, he was just pointedly ignoring it.

Harry heard the shuffling of fabric from inside the closet and sped up in his removal of his own clothes. His white, button-down undershirt was quickly added to the rumpled pile on the chair and he pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them. Just as he was pulling the cotton sleep pants on he heard Tom exiting his closet. Harry turned slightly to the side and looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the undeniably glorious form of a nearly-nude Tom Riddle stepping back into the room and running his hand through his soft black hair.

He was wearing nothing more than a pair of snug, dark-gray, muggle boxer-briefs. Harry felt his knees go weak at the sight, and butterflies erupted in his gut.

The man was just so fucking beautiful. Harry blushed and turned away quickly. He bent down and picked up his trousers before adding the shirt and robes to the bundle in his arms and beginning to make his way across the room so he could dispose of them in the hamper.

Tom stood beside the foot-board and grinned as he watched Harry walking across the room with an obvious air of amusement. The hamper was just inside the door and Harry quickly deposited his bundle inside it and turned back out. He came to an awkward stop and felt his cheeks heat up as Tom's eyes trailed over his exposed torso appreciatively. Harry felt himself grinning, despite the mild embarrassment. He was so glad that he'd endured the accelerant potions, if for no other reason, than the fact that Tom was able to find him physically attractive. It made it all worth it.

Tom stood up straighter form his spot beside the bed and took a few purposeful strides towards Harry, and then stepping behind him, making Harry turn his head and blink at Tom with mild confusion. A moment later, Tom's hands came up and came to rest on Harry's shoulder. The contact caused an instant reaction in Harry and he expelled a long, satisfied breath as the other man's magic and the warmth of his hands seeped into Harry's flesh, and calmed him, completely.

"You are far too tense, love," Tom's voice came from behind Harry's right ear, sending shivers down his spine, and causing goose-flesh to spread across his arms. Harry's eyes, that had lulled shut by the sudden influx of warmth and calm that Tom's touch had brought, shot open at the completion of Tom's words.

Love... Harry was used to being called 'Pet'. He had found he was even growing quite fond of the pet name. But Tom had never called him 'love' before. The word had just flowed off his tongue so easily as if he had called Harry that a hundred times, and not that this had been the first. Harry pointedly tried not to outwardly acknowledge it, in case it was an accident, and his pointing it out would prevent it from ever happening again. Just the same, Harry's shocked reaction had probably not gone unnoticed.

Tom's hands began to rub gently into Harry's back and shoulder muscles, causing Harry to release a shuddering breath and instantly re-melt into the older wizard's ministrations.

"Harry," Tom's voice came out in a quiet hush with a warm breath against Harry's neck, "I want you to know that I am not expecting anything from you tonight. I have invited you to share my bed because I want you there, not because I'm expecting anything from you. I don't want you to do anything that we are both not completely comfortable with. We are both in... uncharted territory here. However, I'm clearly the more experienced of the two of us. I'm responsible for you. You are mine, and you are precious to me. I do not wish to push you. I... want you happy and comfortable here. This is your home now."

Harry pulled away and turned around, looking up into Tom's eyes and wrapping his arms around the older wizard's neck.

"Thank you... so much," Harry whispered up at the other man before pulling himself up and pressing their lips together in an almost desperate, chaste kiss.

He felt the pull of their magic again, and it was quickly growing so intense that he felt light-headed again. It had been reacting so strongly lately. Harry wasn't entirely sure what to make of it but, every time they came together in any way like this, the magic that pulled them together seemed to spike dramatically. He pushed it aside and focused instead on the feeling of Tom as the older wizard wrapped one of his long, strong arms around Harry's back, and his other hand came up and buried itself into Harry's raven-black hair.

Their bodies pressed against each other and Harry felt his whole body slowly growing more and more hot. It was part of the magic, he thought... like his whole body was on fire. His own magic reacting, dancing, and mingling with Tom's delicious dark power. But it was also physical. So incredibly physical.

The kiss deepened and lips parted as tongues began to dance. Tom's hand pressed at the small of Harry's back, pushing them closer together while Harry tugged tighter at Tom's neck, pulling them closer.

Closer... closer. Not close enough. Harry felt consumed with the need to be near Tom. But 'near' wasn't enough. It was like he needed to be one with him. Like there was some powerful magnetic force trying to pull the two together until they were no longer two, but merely one. And he wanted it. He wanted it so bad...

Tom pulled back suddenly from their kiss, gasping slightly for breath and with wide, somewhat startled, eyes as if he had suddenly been shocked. He closed his eyes a moment later as if trying to recenter himself and rested his forehead against Harry's, while panting heavily. Harry felt the gentle hum of their mingling magic at the point of physical contact and whimpered as he leaned into the touch and gently tugged on Tom's neck to try and reestablish their previous contact.

But Tom wouldn't budge. He stood there for a long minute and slowly began to gently rub his fingers into Harry's scalp while his other hand rest gently at Harry's back and slowly trailed his fingers up and down Harry's warm, exposed skin. Finally he heaved a long slow sigh and pulled away.

"Come, pet, let's go to bed," he said in a quiet, velvety voice. Harry felt a bit disappointed that whatever they had started seemed to be done now but squashed the feeling as he nodded his head in agreement and took a reluctant step back.

Tom made his way to one side of the bed and pulled the covers back. Following his lead, Harry made his way to the opposite side and did the same. They both climbed under and Harry was pleased when Tom came to rest closer to the center of the bed than the side. Harry slid over as well and quickly found Tom's arm stretching out underneath his neck and pulling the younger wizard to him. Without even thinking, Harry's head ended up rested upon Tom's chest, and his arm just naturally wrapped over the older wizard's stomach, holding him close.

The feel of Tom's chest as it rose and fell with his breaths, and the silky smooth texture of his skin as it was pressed directly against Harry's own was utterly bewitching. Every one of Harry's senses was overwhelmed with the feeling of the connection to Tom. His mind was almost unable to function through the vastly overpowering feelings and emotions swirling through and around him in that moment. It was just so much, and yet it was also so completely simple.

He lay there, on his side with half of his body propped up and being held in position as he used the Dark Lord as a body pillow. It was utterly surreal, and yet it was also completely right. How had this happened? How had everything changed so much that this was where he had ended up? That this had become so right, and anything else was just wrong.

He really didn't even know, but it didn't matter anyway. Nothing mattered but this.

Harry fell asleep to the rhythmic lullaby of Tom's heartbeat and steady breathing, and the gentle feeling of Tom's fingers as they occasionally threaded through his hair. His sleep was deep and completely uninterrupted. He couldn't even remember the last time he had woken feeling so well rested, and charged with energy.

Harry actually woke first, which surprised him. He and Tom hadn't changed their positions much during the night. Tom was lying on his back with his right arm sprawled lazily on the bed at his side. His left arm was still under Harry and wrapped loosely around him, resting on Harry's back. Harry was mostly on his stomach but propped slightly on his side as he rested on Tom. He worried that he might be cutting off the circulation to Tom's arm and hoped the man wouldn't wake up sore. Harry's left arm was resting across Tom's stomach and chest with his hand curled into a relaxed fist directly over-top of Tom's peck. He let his hand open slowly and his fingertips brushed through the very light dusting of hair that Tom sported in the center of his chest.

Harry absently brushed his fingers, somehow entranced with the soft feel of them. His eyes traveled over Tom's face and observed how strangely peaceful the other man looked in his sleep. The hard look that he held most of the time was gone. His features were soft, relaxed, and calm. He looked so completely beautiful to Harry. Without even realize it, Harry's hand came up from his playful exploration of Tom's chest hair and he brushed his fingertips over Tom's cheek, tracing his face down until his index finger came to rest upon Tom's lips.

Just as the urge had suddenly consumed him, Harry was moving upwards and pressing his lips against the sleeping Tom's.

The older man hummed with groggy approval and his loose arm came up so that both his arms now wrapped around Harry's waist and held him close. After a long lingering kiss the two pulled apart and Harry found Tom smirking up at him.

"I must admit that was definitely a better way to wake up than I'm accustomed to," Tom said with a chuckle. Harry ducked his head and grinned as he began to nuzzle is face into Tom's neck and chest. "Mmm... I could grow accustomed to this."

Harry grinned. "Yeah... definitely could get used to this."

The two remained in bed for a short while longer but, eventually, Tom insisted that the two of them needed to get up. They each got into their exercise clothing and made their way downstairs into the gym.

An hour and a half later they returned to their room. Tom showered first while Harry waited in the room as he dug into his trunk to pull out his toiletry supplies. There had been a brief moment there where he had almost thought Tom was going to invite him to join him in the shower but he hadn't. Harry had almost been glad he hadn't. He wasn't sure if he could really handle it so soon.

Tom came out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist and Harry had to fight the urge to jump the man. Seeing his slightly flushed skin from the hot water, glistening lightly, and his black hair dripping sent shots of desire through him. His reaction had to have been obvious in some way because Tom had grinned in amusement, clearly pleased, but had remarked that he had a meeting scheduled to take place in less than thirty minutes and couldn't afford to get distracted.

He went into his closet and Harry could hear the sounds of rustling clothing. While inside he had continued to speak, informing Harry that while he showered, Tom would set out the Arithmancy and Runes books he'd selected on Harry's desk along with some instructions on what to read through in preparation for their first lesson.

Finally, he had come out dressed in fine, regal robes, and gave Harry a chaste kiss on the lips before he transformed into his Voldemort persona and left the room. Harry had sighed as the man disappeared into the hall, closing the door, and finally Harry made his way into the bathroom.
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