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Bonded One	By : Stephke23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 17742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 2

This is a re-upload of my story from ff, as ff is deleting a lot of mature stories.

Freshly dressed in the Slytherin robe Harry re-entered the Slytherin’s common room with Tom right behind him. He was more than glad to be out of the bathroom where his companion had taken to watch his every move. It had felt like a peepshow, one he didn’t want to repeat anytime soon. The common room was empty except for three students, who rose from their seats when they saw them or more precisely Tom. “Crabbe, Parkinson.” Tom greeted the two boys who were standing nervous next to Abraxas.

“The Slytherin colours really suit you.” The blond beamed at Harry who gave him a small smile. Draco’s grandfather wasn’t anything like his son or grandson.

‘Maybe his happy go attitude will change when Voldemort rises to power.’ Harry wondered glancing sideways to said power-hunger individual.

“I made a letter of recommendation and a story.” Abraxas waved with a paper and decided he did something good when Tom sat down pulling Harry with him. “My cousin’s parents just recently died because of the war. My parents reluctantly took him in and are sending him to Hogwarts to keep him safe.”

“Dippet will sent word to your parents.” Tom interrupted but the blond’s smile didn’t falter.

“He’s a half-blood. My parents would never admit they’ve taken a half-blood in their home.” Brown eyes closed for a moment as Riddle progressed the story. It could work. “Now we only need a name.” The blond continued while replacing a lock of hair.

“How can you have written that letter without a name?” Harry thought aloud and Malfoy blinked surprised at him, almost like he had forgotten he was present.

“They wouldn’t address an half-blood by name.” He said with an odd expression.

‘Stupid question. They are Malfoys!’ Harry hid himself mentally.

“Do you have a name in mind?” The blond continued turning back to Tom, who looked at Harry with a questioning look.

‘He doesn’t really think I’m going to give him my real name, does he?’ He could see the glint in those eyes before closing his now blue ones. ‘Think, it can’t be a name connected directly to me. No James, Lily, Evan, Sirius, Remus… Remus as last name? Yes, now first name.’ Suddenly it hit him and his eyes slid towards Tom who was looking at him thoughtfully. ‘Try deceiver this!’ “Marvolo Remus.” Tom’s eyes widened comically and Harry couldn’t help but smirk.

“Marvolo Remus, sounds good.” Abraxas nodded, clearly he didn’t know what Rom’s middle name was. “We should go see Dippet before breakfast is over.” The blond continued and Tom suddenly turned to the two silent students who were present on his demand.

“Crabbe, Parkinson, you two will take care of Marvolo.” The two nodded fiercely but didn’t dare to open their mouths. Harry looked suspicious from the black haired teen to the two scared students. He knew he was missing something but didn’t get time to figure it out as Tom waved his hand dismissing his two minions. “I’ll give Dippet the letter. You two wait at his office.” The Head Boy got up and held out his hand to Abraxas who quickly folded the letter he had been holding before handing it over. Tom gave Malfoy a last warning look before glancing a last time at ‘Marvolo’. “You do look good in that robe.” He smirked seeing the blush the boy reacted with.

-THTH-

“So can I know just how you got our... Head Boy to do your bidding?” Harry looked oddly at the blond beside him.

“He doesn’t do my bidding.” He mumbled back.

“No?”

“No!” Malfoy pouted and stopped before the Gargoyle.

“You clearly want to keep him entirely for yourself.” This accusation, that was what it sounded like in Harry’s ears, made the Boy-Who-Lived sputter nonsense in protest. “But you clearly are important. How come I’ve never seen you before?” Finally the blond was asking the annoying questions he hadn’t dared to voice to Riddle. The expression he wore had also change to a more serious one.

“You’ve changed my looks yourself.” Harry played dumb and got a hostile glare back.

“Don’t play dumb, if you think I’ll let you have your way with Tom you’re mistaken. I won’t let anything come in the way of his marvellous future.”

‘There’s the Malfoy I know.’ Harry sneered before straightening his back. “I’ll give him that marvellous future, not you.” The words only registered when he had voiced them already. Harry realized he actually meant it. Malfoy had his eyebrows raised in surprise. He clearly hadn’t expected him to have a backbone. His lips disconnected before closing again and letting a smile spread over them.

“Headmaster!” He smiled gracefully and Harry quickly turned around to see an old man walking towards them.

“Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Remus I presume.” He smiled welcoming at Harry who took his offered hand in a shake. Only now did he notice the Headmaster wasn’t alone. Professor Slughorn was walking behind him with Tom beside him. “Please enter.” Headmaster Dippet waved everyone to follow him. Harry quickly turned towards him as Tom smirked seeing he had his attention. A blush dared to spread over the youngster’s face again. Once inside Dippet conjured the needed chairs before inviting everyone to sit down. He moved to his side of his desk and sat down gathering the letter Abraxas had written in his hand. “If I’m correct Mr. Remus is your cousin from your father’s side.” Abraxas nodded before adding.

“Syrelia Malfoy was his grandmother.” Suddenly Dippet got an understanding look on his face. Harry couldn’t help but wonder why. He’ll have to ask Malfoy or maybe Tom later.

“That explains a lot. Well first thing first. I welcome you in Hogwarts, Mr. Remus and my condolences for your parents.” Harry smiled gratefully at the Headmaster. “Let’s start with sorting you. Mr. Riddle might be certain you’re a Slytherin but I rather let the sorting hat decide that.” He gave Tom a look that said enough.

“He’s a Malfoy, Armando.” Professor Slughorn defended his favourite student.

“Yes, and that’s why you’re here, Horace.”

“Of course I agree with Mr. Riddle that he’s a Slytherin.” Dippet only smiled at the statement while calling the sorting hat towards him.

“Lean forwards Mr. Remus.” Harry listened and felt how the hat was put on his head for the second time.

‘Interesting, very interesting. I’ve sorted this head before or will sort it to be more accurate. Yes, first time a Gryffindor, but now you want to be a Slytherin. Let’s see which house fits best’

-THTH-

“SLYTHERIN” The sorting hat yelled and Tom felt his lips pull in a smirk. He knew it. His boy wasn’t a Gryffindor, but a Slytherin. He caught Dippet giving Slughorn a look before removing the hat from his boy’s head.

-THTH-

“We’ll put an extra bed in a sixth year’s dormitory and I’m certain Mr. Malfoy and professor Slughorn will help you with settling down. You also have permission to visit Diagon Alley during the weekend to get your supplies. I’m certain Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Riddle would be more than happy to accompany you.” Harry could see Tom smiling again.

‘He really is the perfect student in their eyes.’ “Thank you, Headmaster.” He returned his attention to the Headmaster again.

“You’re welcome, and don’t worry, Hogwarts is the safest place to be.”

‘Of course, the war, don’t forget there is a war raging!’ Harry forced himself to remember before frowning. “Excuse me, sir, but wouldn’t it be dangerous for three students to visit Diagon Alley without supervision?” Dippet waved his hand like he was trying to wave his new student’s worries away.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Riddle and Mr. Malfoy are gifted youngsters. You’ll be safe in their company.”

‘I doubt it.’ But nothing left Harry’s lips.

“Come boys, the first bell is going to ring.” Professor Slughorn straightened himself before getting up. “I’ll see you during lunch, Armando.” The Headmaster nodded back to the professor and watched how the four of them left his office.

“I’ve got a class to attend too. Mr. Malfoy, I suggest you also make haste.” Abraxas opened his mouth to protest, playing the fateful cousin but professor Slughorn didn’t let him interrupt him. “As Head Boy, it’s Mr. Riddle’s responsibility to guide the new student.” Tom gave Malfoy a warning look.

“Of course, then I’ll be going, don’t hesitate to come and see me, Marvolo.” He smiled sweetly before parading away. Harry could see a couple of Slytherins falling in step behind him.

‘A Malfoy will always have his entourage.’ He chuckled before quickly saying goodbye to the professor who was already moving away from them.

-THTH-

“So, Marvolo, welcome to Hogwarts in 1944.” Tom smiled at his boy. He clearly liked it that he had chosen his middle name as first name. The future Dark Lord must be wondering from who he had borrowed his last name.

“Why thank you, Tom. Now would you…” A shriek voice interrupted him and he watched with large eyes how no one else but Walburga Black made her way over to them swaying her hips exaggerated.

“Tom, I didn’t see you at breakfast.” She batted her eyes in a suggestive way at the Head Boy who actually accepted her advances.

“Walburga, you look as beautiful as ever. I’m sorry I missed you at breakfast, let me make it up to you.” Harry wanted to puke as Tom grabbed her hand and placed a quick kiss on the back.

“You better have a good reason.” The woman pouted.

“We have a new student.” He smiled while releasing her hand in one quick movement that ended directed at Harry.

“Oh,” Black wasn’t impressed as she looked him up and down.

“He’s a cousin of Abraxas.”

“Oh, how nice to meet you.” Walburga took a step towards him with a seductive smile on her lips. “He’s Syrelia Malfoy’s grandson.” Tom quickly added and the woman lost her smile.

“What are you doing here?!” She asked crudely with an air of superiority. Harry was now glaring at her. Clearly the only thing that matter to her was finding a good pure-blood husband.

“Now don’t frighten the boy, Walburga. He had lost his parents and Abraxas’ parents have taken him in.” Hearing Tom’s voice the woman turned back towards him with her seductive smile in place.

“Then there’s hope yet. I guess you can’t accompany me to class?” Tom declined sadly and smiled at the woman as she made her way away from them.

“She has some serious mood swings.” Harry sneered angry at the retreating back making Tom laugh. Surprised by the sound Harry turned his full attention on him.

“Sadly enough most pure-blood women have.”

“Clearly you have to be a pure-blood in her book… or a Dark Lord.” He stared at the brown eyed face not to miss the reaction this piece of information would get him. Sadly enough Tom only smirked and laid his hand on the youngster’s back. Feeling the warmth creep through his robe Harry suddenly felt a blush surface.

“Are you jealous?” Tom added gasoline to the fire.

“What no!” Quickly the boy turned his face away finding the other’s way to close all of a sudden, but the blush stayed in place to Tom’s delight.

“Here we are, Charms will be your first class. Crabbe and Parkinson are already inside.” Like the two had heard Tom they suddenly stood before them. “I’ll see you after class.” The black haired teen ignored his minions and turned Harry towards him. Happy with the foresight of finally being rid of Riddle, Harry found himself getting a little excited. If he played his carts right he could go search for Dumbledore. His thoughts got cut short when he felt a couple of soft lips on his own. Shocked he stepped backwards but his assailant had already retreated. Tom gave Crabbe and Parkinson a last warning glance before turning around and made his way towards his own class with a small smile gracing his lips.

-THTH-

Feeling everyone’s eyes on him Harry quickly made his way to the back of the class. He wasn’t all that surprised when his two bodyguards followed him and moved their stuff on both sides of him. Scanning through the classroom he noted they we’re sharing it with Ravenclaw. And it didn’t get passed him that they were giving him the biggest eyes they could muster. ‘Thanks to Tom, they all think I’m gay AND dating him.’ Sighing Harry turned towards his companions. “As you two already know I’m Marvolo Remus.” He introduced himself and watched how Crabbe and Parkinson shared a look before answering.

“Ignatius Parkinson and Alex Crabbe…, sir.” Ignatius was the one to speak and made Harry frown with the sir.

“Marvolo, please, just Marvolo.” That seemed to put the two a little at ease.

“Marvolo…, how did you meet… Tom.” Alex asked hesitating at Riddle’s name for a second. Harry needed a moment to remember they had been present during the make of his cover story.

“Through the orphanage.”

“I thought Tom was the only wizard there?” Ignatius ask suspicious.

“He is.” Harry quickly covered his mistake. “I live with my aunt and uncle, muggles you see. They find me a freak and one particular bad day, things got out of hand and they brought me to Tom’s orphanage. I only stayed a week.” Crabbe nodded. He seemed ready to accept any explanation, but Parkinson had his doubts.

“A week, you got Tom in a week?”

“What, no I didn’t get him in a week.” Harry could feel his blush rise again. “We stayed in contact.”

“How long have you two know each other.” Alex stopped his friend from asking more.

‘A day.’ “I’d rather let Tom tell you everything.” Harry mumbled playing shy. Crabbe looked sad at this but Parkinson gave an understanding nod.

“Better not to spill too much on our dear Lord.” He mumbled.

“Lord, he makes you call him Lord?” Ignatius looked shocked at him. “Forget I asked. Who’s Syrelia Malfoy?” He asked instead.

“She’s an outcast. Married a muggle, her family didn’t really... appreciate her choice.” Ignatius shrugged. Harry nodded before turning back to the front of the room prepared to follow class. The professor, a young woman was explaining something with the flick of her wand.

‘Now if only I had my wand.’

-THTH-

“How was your first class?” Harry was surprised to see Tom waiting for him outside the classroom.

“Fine, how did you get here so fast?”

“I have my ways.” And a smirk was the only thing added. Ignatius and Alex walked several steps behind them and Tom was leading Harry with his hand on his back again. Ignoring all the looks they got Harry turned to the older boy. He looked pleased which made the Boy-Who-Lived frown.

“How many subjects do I have?” the brunet changed the topic.

“All of them.” Tom answered without the slightest hesitation.

“What?! Are you insane?” An angry glance made Harry rethink his choice of words. “I didn’t follow every subject in my own time, what makes you think I should take them all in this time?” He tried with the less forced smile he could muster.

“As my bonded one you should have as much knowledge as possible.”

“But… Bonded one, what are you talking about?” The youngster stopped immediately. He knew those two words were important but Tom only studied at him.

“What is the strongest bond?” He asked in the end. Harry didn’t even have to think about the answer.

“Love.” The Head Boy’s smile returned and he pulled his boy with him continuing their way.

“I’ll help you with your studies.” He picked up their former topic. Harry couldn’t help but blink at him.

‘That’s it? No, think Harry he has giving you clues.’

“Next class is transfiguration.” The older boy forced him to stop his musing.

“Transfiguration?” ‘That’s Dumbledore!’

“I’ll pick you up afterwards.” Again lips pressed against his but this time he was prepared.

“Mr. Riddle, shouldn’t you be going to class or are we privileged of having you in ours?” Dumbledore suddenly appeared from behind Tom. Harry could feel his cheeks heat up from embarrassment. He had been prepared for the kiss but it was something else when someone he knew witnessed it.

“I’m just leaving, professor.” Tom forced a smile in place before twirling around and walk away with his robe billowing after him. Harry frowned a little at his behaviour.

‘He’s trying to show off his power.’

“Mr. Remus I presume.” Professor Dumbledore demanded his attention.

“Yes, nice to meet you, professor Dumbledore.” Harry turned back to the future Headmaster and couldn’t keep the relieved smile from his face. Dumbledore also noticed this and studied him closely for a moment.

“Have we met before?”

“No, not yet.” The blue eyes started to twinkle at that response.

“Please enter, Mr. Remus.” Harry skipped passed him in the classroom with his two followers quickly behind him. The entire lesson Harry made sure his professor noticed him. He needed a detention or something to get some one on one time with the man. When the bell rang signalling the end of the class, Harry felt his hope sink into his shoes. He gathered his stuff which wasn’t a lot so far while mopping why Dumbledore hadn’t punished him yet. Only a couple of Slytherin points had been removed because of him, not that he cared. “Mr. Remus, please stay behind for a minute.” And his hope had risen again. Ignatius and Alex seemed caught in a dilemma and messed around until they were the last in the room. Slowly they walked outside where Harry knew Tom would already be waiting for him. He couldn’t help himself but look into the hallway when the two left and met brown eyes, which were sending him a clear warning. With a flick of Dumbledore’s wand the connection with those eyes seized to excised. “Mr. Remus,”

“Marvolo, please.” The older man gave him an amused look.

“Marvolo, since this is your first day I won’t give you detention, but should you feel the need to disturb my lesson again next time, my boy, I won’t hold back.” The twinkle warned him to test his luck.

“I’m sorry about that professor, but I didn’t know how else…” Suddenly the door flew open and a Gryffindor ran inside panting hard.

“Sorry for interrupting, professor, but Ursula fell down from her broom and Ms. Gomple is nowhere to be found!” Harry knew his mouth had fallen open in astonishment but couldn’t help it. Before him stood professor McGonagall, no not professor, the student McGonagall.

“Oh dear, you have been warned Mr. Remus, Minerva!” And Dumbledore speeded out of the classroom after the girl leaving a dumbstruck Harry behind.

“But…!” Blue charmed eyes met angry brown ones.

‘He did it!’ For the first time Harry got the feeling he was being completely imprisoned. With a sigh he grabbed his stuff and walked towards Tom with his head dropped low. He followed the Head Boy without a word or even noticing where they were going until a hand grab the front of his robe. The back of his head harshly met the hard surface of a wall and the pissed off face of one Tom Riddle was the only thing he could see.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Tom hissed venomously while his hand wrapped itself around the boy’s neck. “You’re not allowed to act rebellious or get detention! I can’t be seen with someone like that!” Harry could see his vision spin and the lack of breath he was getting wasn’t helping. “And definitely not with Dumbledore near! He’s the only one who…” The future Dark Lord quickly held his mouth not wanting the reveal too much of his plans. Harry’s hands shot up when his need to breath got too big and Tom swiftly let him go. Dropping down to his knees the brunet panted hardly. “Don’t ever embarrass me like that again!” Was the last thing Tom said before walking away.

“Are you alright?” Ignatius asked as he descended before Harry. Only now did the Boy-Who-Lived realize that his two guards must have seen everything.

‘No wonder they’re scared of him. He almost killed his ‘boyfriend’ right in front of them.’ He opened his mouth to say something but a piercing pain shot through his throat when the slightest burst of air slid through it.

“Don’t speak, do you want to go see Ms. Gomple?” Remembering the nurse, he had come to the conclusion she had to be the nurse, would be outside tending to McGonagall’s friend he shook his head. As long as he didn’t speak he could stand the pain. Ignatius helped him up to meet Alex’s stoic face.

“You should know better than anyone not the test our Lord’s patience.” Was the only thing he said before turning around and walked away from them.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just well… oh forget it! He’s right, what were you thinking!” Ignatius made him follow his friend while his voice lost its soothing tone. For next period he pulled the collar of his robe as high as they let him. During the bathroom break he had taken before he had seen the red marks starting to visualize on his neck. He thanked to heavens he only had to share his table with his two guards and most of the other students had their backs facing him.

“Today I want you to continue reading each other’s futures with the tealeaves.” An old man going by the name of professor Stocks ordered them before walking over to Harry. “Marvolo, have you ever done this before?” He smiled friendly and the Boy-Who-Lived felt hopeful maybe this divination professor wouldn’t predict his death every lesson.

“Yes, but I wasn’t that good at it.” He answered truthfully. Professor Stocks nodded in understanding.

“You’re previous teacher probably didn’t clarified it good enough. The details are especially important. Drink your cup, I’ll explain what you’re seeing.” Harry listened, curious what the man would see. After drinking his tea he handed the cup to his professor. “Let’s see, right, here on the left you can see a ring.” Stocks gave the cup back and pointed at the ring. “Now think about the meaning a ring can have.” Harry blinked a couple of times but only one word entered his mind.

“Marriage.” He voiced the word.

“Yes, now think about the meaning of a marriage.” Feeling a little shy the brunet continued.

“A marriage is between two people who love each other.” The divination professor smile for him to go on. “And those people do it to bind…” Harry stopped at that word. ‘No, it can’t be… but it could, it could…bind.’ He could hear Tom’s voice all to clearly. ‘As my bonded one…’ “…themselves to each other.” He finished his sentence when professor Stocks’ eyes got a little impatient glint.

“Good, now let’s look further... I can see a snake and…” Suddenly he grabbed the cup and brought it closer to his face. Ignatius and Alex stopped looking in their cups instead their eyes moved upwards to watch their professor. “A skull!” Stocks peeped as he started to hyperventilate. His eyes flashed from the cup to the new student and Harry felt his hope die a brutal dead. I could feel the eyes of every single one of his classmates on him. Taking a deep breath he stretched his hand out towards his professor to ask for the cup. He had a sneaky suspicion what the snake and skull could mean but instead of the cup a hand was given to him. The hand pulled him up as professor Stocks yelled class was dismissed. “We’re going to see the Headmaster.” He said to the boy whose hand he still was holding. Panicking Harry looked over to his two guards asking them for help but they just stared with wide eyes at him.

‘No help there.’ He thought while he got pulled out of the classroom.

-THTH-

Tom was staring aimlessly at the board in front of him. He could still feel the anger that had taken over his body when he found out what Marvolo had done. ‘Dumbledore!’ He cursed the man in his thoughts.

“Tom.” Abraxas got him out of his daze and when he turned to the blond he could see him picking up his cauldron.

‘Damned!’ He hissed inwardly quickly bending down to get his own on top of the table. Looking back at the board he noticed all the instructions for the new potion where already written on it. ‘Damned! I can’t let Marvolo do this!’ Quickly he followed Malfoy to the table where professor Slughorn had put the most expensive ingredients on. The others they were allowed to take from the cupboard themselves. When he was again standing before his table he picked up his knife and moved in to cut the first piece of daisy root. The moment he made a small incision the door flew open. Shocked and angry someone didn’t show the respect they shut he turned towards the door opening.

“Parkinson and Crabbe, what are you two doing here?!” Slughorn’s voice roared through the dungeon but the two students weren’t looking at him directly. They clearly were looking for him, their Lord.

“Sorry for interrupting, but we need to speak with Abraxas and Tom urgently.” Parkinson answered when his eyes met Tom’s, who was already promising a painful death. He knew this had to do with Marvolo.

‘What did he do this time?!’

“And what could be so important for you to interrupt my lesson.” Slughorn took Tom’s view of his two minions.

“In Marvolo’s cup was a skull!” Crabbe yelled in the end and the potion’s professor’s eyes widened, just as Tom’s. It didn’t take a genius to know a skull meant bad news.

“Mr. Riddle and Mr. Malfoy, you may accompany the two sixth years to the Headmaster.” Tom immediately dropped his knife and walked towards the professor. Abraxas followed him without a word and gave Slughorn a worried look when he passed him. Even in a crisis you could expect the man to play his part.

-THTH-

“Parkinson, Crabbe, return to the common room.” Tom let his façade fall and glared at the two who bowed lightly and disappeared as quickly as possible. His brown eyes slid towards Abraxas to see the blond practicing his freaked out and worried face. The Headmaster’s room opened up when they were only one meter from it and without slowing down they made their way inside.

“Marvolo!” Abraxas immediately ran towards the boy who was sitting before Dippet’s desk. “Are you alright?” The blond continued as Tom walked closer. Stopping behind the two ‘cousins’ he noted approvable Malfoy wasn’t touching the youngster. His hand laid on the arm rest but from the Headmaster’s seat it would look like Abraxas was touching his younger cousin.

“I take the sixth years couldn’t keep their mouths shut.” Professor Stocks said with a hint of disgust.

“I apologize for them. They thought it would be good for Abraxas and myself to be aware of the situation.” Tom played the good Head Boy before looking down at his boy. Marvolo gave him a look that accused the Headmaster and divination professor of insanity.

“It’s good the two of you are here.” Dippet nodded pulling Tom’s attention from his boy.

-THTH-

“I’m afraid that with this… prediction I can’t allow Mr. Remus to leave the castle.” The future Dark Lord nodded in understanding.

“I’ll make sure Marvolo has everything he needs.” Abraxas said in a frantic tone of voice, making the Headmaster smile thankfully at him.

“Wait, you don’t have to go to those lengths because of me.” Harry opened his mouth for the first time since he had entered the room and got an odd look from his divination professor.

“You have death hanging over your head.”

“No, please listen to me. For the last four years every tea cup has predicted my death and I’m still alive, aren’t I.” Okay it wasn’t only tea cups.

“So what are you saying? Fate’s playing a prank on you.” Professor Stocks asked full disbelief.

“I understand you don’t want to be confined to the castle but we can’t risk it, son.” Dippet added in a fatherly manner. He clearly thought Harry was just making it up in an effort to escape being confined. As last resort the brunet turned towards his archenemy.

“Don’t worry Marvolo, we’ll protect you.” Tom smiled and Harry glared up at him. Betrayed by his nemesis, who would have thought.

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