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Mine to Take	By : Aridethdar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 30731 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money from this. I am merely appeasing this plot bunny before it chews my ass off. Thank you!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor am I making any money from this. I am merely appeasing this plot bunny before it chews my ass off. Thank you!

Summary: Harry landed hard on his bum in a Diagon Alley far different from what he remembers. And the abuse to his butt has only just begun! Apparently he's in an AU where Voldemort has a claim to his ass and has decided that Harry is his to take! What's a BWL to do?!

Warnings: Slash, Alternate Universe/Reality, insanity, and language… that's all at the moment.

Beta: The amazing sapphyredragon-rn~ She is awesome and keeps my butt in line and on time XD lol Which is a feat in and of itself and I believe she deserves an award for it! ( I guess writing You Can't be Serious for her will have to do XD lol)

Mine to Take

Chapter Two: Could it be?

Word Count: 1896

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Last Time:

'This is just a dream. It's just a dream. Stay calm, this is just a dream.'

"You have a lot to answer for." The man stated as he grabbed Harry's arm.

Before Harry could say anything he felt like he was being squeezed through a tube and had to fight to keep his stomach from coming up…

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"Cælum…" Red eyes stared sadly at the beautiful man held within four wooden walls.

The green silk Cælum laid upon complimented his completion, and the halo of white rose petals contrasted brilliantly with the man's raven colored hair. The cherry wood that made up the walls were polished to perfection, with snakes and runes carved all over by the Dark Lord himself.

But even with all the grandeur and glamor, the obvious effort that had been put into the making of the box, it could not distract from the purpose of the item. No matter how lovely, it was still a coffin. And Voldemort's beloved Cælum was in it...

Voldemort had managed, with the help of his Inner Circle, to get his beautiful Cælum away from the Order's clutches just yesterday. But the damnable Order of the Flaming Chicken Fuckers had already done their worst. All the Dark Lord could do was bring his lover home and hold his beloved in his arms as Death came to claim his beautiful Heaven on Earth.

The Order members who had been within the camp where his Cælum had been tortured had all been killed. Voldemort had personally made sure of it. As far as Tom was concerned, they needed to pay for taking his Heaven away by being sent screaming and moaning into the afterlife as well, ruing the day they ever thought of harming the Dark Lord's Heaven.

"My Lord?"

"Silence." Voldemort commanded as he ran a hand through the lovely, wild black locks of his fallen lover. 'Oh what I would give to have those beautiful green eyes, so full of life, look at me once more.'

"My Lord, you'll want to see this." Another servant stated and Voldemort turned on the man, wand out - though not yet raised.

"My Heaven on Earth is gone." The dark haired man started in a calm, yet deadly tone.

The servant took a step back, but did not run. After all, the servant thought he had good news and wouldn't be punished.

'Fool. Nothing is good anymore. Cælum is gone, and I have no reason to be kind any longer.' Tom thought and raised his wand.

"The only person I've ever truly cared about, the only reason I saved the world rather than destroy it, is laying lifeless behind me." His voice grew louder the more he spoke. "So do tell, before I unleash some of my pent up anger on your sorry arse, what could possibly be so important?!" He yelled.

"Cælum. My Lord." Was the servant's response.

"Is that some kind of joke? Because I am not amused."

"No my Lord, we're serious. Cælum is in the Great Hall." The first servant who had entered, the one Voldemort had told to be silent, spoke up with an awed tone. "I know he's laying there, but… it's him. Only younger. It… we don't know what to do my Lord."

It couldn't be true. Could it? Then again, there was a good possibility it was a trap… but what kind of trap would that be? The man was deep in Voldemort's territory now. Tom was Slytherin's Heir, and Hogwarts would allow no harm to come to her Heir whilst within her walls.

Tom was safe. There was nothing the Order could do to him here. And they wouldn't have been able to get to his love either! If only the foolish Gryffindor had not given into his thrice cursed Hero Complex!

'It can't hurt to see.' Yes, he would just see.

And if the male looked like Cælum? Well, he could ask him some questions only Cælum would know… Of course the impostor would get them wrong.

If the pretender truly looked like Cælum, Voldemort supposed that he could have the man stripped and tied to his bed. Tom could claim that, as punishment for pretending to be his lover, the man would become his lover. A nice little sex slave. At least then he could have his Cælum in bed, even if the rest of his life would be devoid of his beautiful Heaven.

What he wouldn't give to have his vibrant, defiant, headstrong Gryffindor around to keep him grounded.

'Damn the Order to HELL!' Voldemort raged inside. 'Oh, if he doesn't look like him, I will enjoy torturing him for trying!'

If he couldn't let his frustration out via sex, then he would gladly let some steam off with some torture.

'Because now Cælum isn't here to stop me.' Tom thought sadly as he approached the doors to the Great Hall.

The castle was rather deserted, what with it being summer and all. Perhaps when the children returned they would take his mind off of his loss...

'Or provide me some entertainment.' Either way, the distraction would be nice.

Perhaps one day the pain of watching his Heaven die would lessen. Maybe with time the heartbreak of holding his lover as the raven haired beauty took his last breath would fade.

'No need to dwell on that, I have a Cælum wannabe to meet.' Tom told himself in an effort to stop his mind from getting lost in some rather dangerous territory. "Time to see for myself…" He sighed as he waved his hand and the giant doors opened.

Crimson eyes widened as they eyed the raven haired young man trapped in a cage of…

"Is that glitter?" Tom asked aloud, stunned by the sight.

"Hell if I know, it's annoying as fuck though." Came a reply from the caged male, whose ridiculous glasses surely made the shiny entrapment all the more irritating.

'Glasses just like Cælum had when he was younger… when he wasn't yet Cælum.' Tom thought and shook his head.

It would be foolish for him to get his hopes up or anything. There was no way that a younger version of his love could be sitting in front of him… right?

But Merlin if the young man didn't look just like his Cælum did at sixteen!

"And you ended up in a glitter cage, how? Some foolish Gryffindor moment, I'm sure." Tom sighed dramatically.

Oh how easy it was to fall on old habits… like teasing the hell out of the green eyed boy.

'And those are definitely Cælum's eyes. He's got the Avada Kedarva color and defiant sparkle down to a T.'

It couldn't be polyjuice, the raven haired teen would be Cælum's current age if that were the case. Regardless of when the hair was extracted, the person would always take on the current age of the subject… not to mention that the potion's copying agent didn't work if the subject was dead, so that option was definitely out.

A good glamour?

"Finite." Tom incanted with a flick of his wrist, the spell perfectly aimed at the captive.

The only thing the spell managed to do, however, was banish the cage and undo the repair spells that had been holding the teen's glasses together. As the raven haired teen's bum hit the ground, said teen was glaring at Voldemort.

"That hurt you arse!" The Cælum look alike actually had the gall to yell at him, the Dark Lord!

And Tom found himself fighting a smile.

The teen truly reminded him of Cælum when he was younger. It was almost like Tom hadn't lost his inamorata at all. If he tried, he could just pretend that the Order merely de-aged his lover rather than…

"Worst dream ever." The teen muttered as he rubbed his bum and Tom couldn't help but stare.

Cælum always did have a fine arse.

'But this isn't Cælum! Cælum is…' Tom didn't wish to dwell on that truth. "So, would you mind answering a few questions?" Tom asked the teen to distract himself from his thoughts…

And from eying the teen's bum.

"Since when has Voldemort ever asked if someone minded doing something? Last I checked, you were the Imperius or torture method kind of guy." The green eyed teen commented and rolled his eyes.

The dark haired teen scratched his head, a very Cælum gesture, and laughed.

"Granted, Imperius isn't an option with me… So sure, why not! You've already done enough to me for one day, right? You've managed to break my glasses, so I'm fucking blind…"

'Cælum and his language.' Tom mentally sighed.

"And bruised my bum beyond what my wand had managed to do…"

'My "wand" could do some wicked things to that bum…' Tom had to mentally slap himself.

This was not his Cælum, his Heaven was… gone.

"Where IS my wand anyway?"

Cælum always did like to have his wand nearby… even after he had mastered wandless magic. It was a security blanket of sorts, and Tom knew it stemmed from Cælum's years of imprisonment with his "loving" relatives.

'Damn it Riddle, this is NOT Cælum!' Tom berated himself.

"Here is his wand, my Lord." A Death Eater whispered from behind him and Voldemort held out his hand for them to place the teen's wand, not bothering to even look.

When it touched his hand, however, he turned wide crimson eyes to stare at the wand. It heated in his hand like his lover's body did ... HAD ...against his own. The familiar core hummed and caressed his magic much like his own wand. And visually…

'It can't be!' Voldemort thought, his eyes still focused on the wand he asked, "What is your wand made of?"

The teen glared at him again, or what the teen believed was him. The green eyed gaze was actually directed a little toward his right and more at the Death Eater behind him if truth be told, but he was willing to let the young male believe what he wanted.

"Holly and Phoenix feather… But you KNOW that. After all, the phoenix only gave two feathers and it's the brother to the wand that gave me this lovely scar on my head. I wonder whose wand did THAT… Oh wait! It was YOUR wand."

Wow. The teen seemed to have some suppressed rage… and it all appeared directed at Tom.

'That's interesting. Cælum had a similar fit the first time we sat down to talk… Wait, he knows about the brother wands? Only Cælum, Ollivander and myself were aware of that... '

"And since you're sending me this lovely dream, I might as well use it to my advantage. I'm told that getting things off your chest is great therapy, and since no one thinks I deserve a therapist or anything, this is the next best thing!" The green eyed teen exclaimed and Tom wondered what was going on.

'He thinks he's dreaming? That I'm sending it to him?' Sure, he'd sent dreams to Cælum before, but that was because of their connection. 'There's no way…'

Or was there? But if it was possible, then he would have to delve into the possibilities of extended time travel, or even dimensional travel, if he were to make sense of this. Things were getting stranger by the minute…

"My Lord?"

"Summon the Inner Circle. If he is going to get things off his chest, he might as well be allowed to rage at all those he believes have wronged him." Voldemort ordered. "Does that sound good to you? Mr…"

There was a long pause where the green eyed teen just stared at him.

"This is the point where you tell me your name." Tom prompted.

"You're kidding right?" The teen asked and, after a few moments silence, sighed in exasperation. "Seriously? You've only been trying to kill me since I was a baby, but sure, why not? Let's do this right." He shrugged. "Pleased to meet you, Tom Riddle." He started in a mocking tone.

Regardless, Tom nodded in greeting to the teen and that just seemed to anger the raven haired boy further.

"My name is Harry Potter, or the Boy-Who-Lived... take your pick but if you call me the latter you're leaving yourself open for retaliation. I HATE the title that was forced upon me because of your stupid ass."

Tom heard a female gasp, accompanied by a thud, and flinched. Yeah, one of his Inner Circle had chosen an inopportune moment to arrive, apparently.

This got more interesting by the moment… and was becoming infinitely more complicated.

'I'm going to need a headache potion before this day is out, I just know it.'

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A/N: And Harry meets Tom.

Tom is torn really, and you may notice that one moment he thinks Harry an impostor, and then his lover, and then a trap… he's confused. It's really hard to believe that his lover, who is unmoving and laying in a coffin within the castle walls, is alive and… sixteen. He desperately wants to believe that he has his Cælum back, alive and well and young. But he also doesn't trust his "good fortune" because usually when something is too good to be true, it's too good to be true!

Though Tom Riddle is a genius, and the more evidence that is presented to him that Harry is, well… Harry, the more he starts to think of HOW it is possible. Like Time Travel, or an Alternate Universe or something….

Just a little plot bunny that bit me. What do you think? Feel free to let me know ~

Next Chapter: Harry sees people he knows, though he still thinks he's dreaming. Best part? He asks Voldemort for whatever he's smoking!
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