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Savior Unwound	By : Camorgan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 22012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Savior Unwound

Pairing: Harry Potter and Tom Riddle Jr.

Rating: Adult+

Dark! Harry

Warnings: Slash, sexual content, language, violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, plots or otherwise associated with it.

A/N: I haven't entirely decided how long this fic will be, so I'm kind of winging it. The plot of this story is quite different from the books, and it will be revealed along the way, so please bear with me. There will be a good deal of flashbacks, and I'm not going to write "flashback", so pay attention. I've never written Tom Riddle before, or Dark Harry, so hopefully my characterization will be on par with my other work. Harry is 16 at the beginning of this story, Tom is 43, but appears to be around 20.

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

Harry was dreaming. He knew he was dreaming. But it all felt jarringly, sickeningly real.

Harry fell to the frozen cold ground, glass spheres the size of his fist smashing near his face, sinking viciously into his flesh, his eyes. A haunting voice spoke in the background, echoing, lost. The words cut in and out, like the shards in his skin.

"The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal..."

Harry's hands searched, felt for his face, but it was all pain now. Blinding, red, searing, roaring pain.

And then it was gone. The dream was gone. And he was opening his eyes. There was an unfamiliar ceiling above him, dark and cross-hatched with shadows. He blinked, turning his head to the side. Dark wall. The other side, dark wall. It was all dark, and completely unfamiliar. The smell was oddly familiar though...

He sat up, the blankets gathering at his waist. His head throbbed dully. As he sat he noticed that his mask was laying on a side table next to a candle, shining a metallic, subtle green. That struck him as odd, that someone like Dumbledore would have left his mask there. He checked his wrist, his wand was securely in it's holster.

Harry swung his legs from the bed, confused, and lifted his mask from the table. He didn't need it, they knew who he was now, but he felt safer with it. It had been a gift from Tom, after all. He moved toward the door, still in his shoes, as well, he noted. The entire - house? - was quiet. Maybe he could slip out. He could feel disapparation wards, as well as some others, and decided not to risk anything.

He cracked the door open, listening. Nothing. He slipped out, walking silently down the hall toward a light that descended down a stair case. The hall was the same as the room, dull, dark. It all looked rather unlived in. The stairs creaked beneath his feet, sounding incredibly loud in the stillness of the house.

At the end of the staircase, the front door loomed invitingly. But there was someone in the room to his left, he could feel it. He froze, swallowing thickly. Damn. Slowly he turned his head, making out the figure sitting next to the fire, holding a glass. It was...Severus. Harry's first reaction was traitor. But that was illogical. Dumbledore was no where to be seen. There were no Aurors, he hadn't been imprisoned, and he still had his wand. And Severus was a spy, he had been working for Dumbledore tonight, but he hadn't brought him to Dumbledore. He had rescued him instead.

He stopped in the doorway of the room, and Severus turned to look at him.

"I see you are well, Mr. Potter." He commented. Harry stared at him.

"You took me back here. You were working for Dumbledore and you betrayed him. He'll know..."

"It is what I had to do. I was given explicit orders to protect your life no matter what, and while Dumbledore wouldn't have killed you, you would have been as good as dead. You are far more important than any information my double agency could provide."

Harry nodded. He knew this of course. He knew that Tom had raised him since infanthood to become, by name, the next Dark Lord. His right hand man. His partner, really. He had told him what Dumbledore wanted from him. That he believed Harry was the only one able to defeat Tom, according to some prophecy. He wanted a poster child for the light, he wanted Harry to fight his war for him.

Harry thought it was ridiculous, of course. Though Tom had taken some of it seriously, at least. That's why he was here in the first place. Because the prophecy had named Harry Tom's equal, and anyone as powerful as Tom should be on Tom's side.

"What now? They know I'm with Tom now, they know I'm alive." He said, sitting down in the seat across from Severus'.

"Then we have no secrets anymore. They will try to manipulate you any way they can to move you to their side, but The Dark Lord will not allow it."

"Does he know I'm here?"

"Yes. He should arrive shortly, I believe."

The was a prompt crack, and Harry's heart jumped. He turned toward the doorway, feeling his presence before he even saw the angular face, the piercing red eyes, and the outright fury in his expression. Harry stared, his mouth going dry. Surely he wasn't angry at him. Tom stalked toward him, and though he was afraid, Harry didn't move.

Tom's hands came toward him, and Harry winced slightly, but they didn't strike out at him, instead, they grabbed him and pulled him into a vicious embrace. Harry gasped softly. Tom was...hugging him. The man's face buried into Harry's neck, and Harry snapped out of his shock and held him in return. It was a hard, desperate, emotion-filled embrace, and Harry flushed slightly to know that Severus was watching. Tom didn't seem to care.

-Harry...- It was just his name, but in that one word, Tom spoke volumes to him. Harry breathed out, his heart skipping a beat at all that was said in just his name. They stood there for a moment, Tom just holding him as if he were about to disappear. When they pulled apart, Tom's hands smoothed over his face, turning his head to each side as if checking for injuries. When he was finished he stepped back, a cold mask slipping into place as he turned to Severus.

They had a conversation, Severus looking uncomfortable but doing his best to hide it. He was very good at it, being a spy, but it was clear to Harry and Tom that Severus was wondering what exactly went on between them. Tom acting as if nothing had happened. As if the darkest lord in history hadn't just hugged a sixteen year old boy as if his life depended on it.

They talked quickly of Dumbledore, and what they would do now that he was aware of Harry.

"It is obvious you can not return to his service now. It is a loss, but it was worth it for the gain." Tom said, his eyes flickering toward Harry.

"Yes, I had assumed as much. The good news is that he has no idea where you reside, and if we keep Harry close, he shouldn't be able to get a hold of him."

"Yes. I knew I couldn't keep him a secret forever, and I hadn't planned to. I had hoped to wait a bit longer, teach him more." Severus nodded, looking at Harry quickly.

"Is he..."

"Not yet."

Harry had the distinct feeling he was missing something. He looked between them, confused.

"My Lord, you remember what is required?" Severus said, hesitantly, fearful.

"He's not ready." Tom snapped. "I'm not ready, either." He said, quieter. Harry looked over at him, taking in his expression. It was almost...afraid. He blinked, unused to Tom looking anything but confidant and powerful. But more often than usual he had seen this look on Tom's face.

-I am afraid you will unhinge my soul.- He had looked the same that night. Hesitant, and scared.

"You know there is no other way to do what you desire." Severus said, though Harry was in wonder that he was brave enough to say anything after hearing Tom's tone of voice. Severus didn't seem to act the same as any Death Eater though. Tom trusted him, he realized. He had shown weakness in front of him.

"I am afraid that I have fallen too deep into this, Severus. What if it ruins it, what if it destroys me?"

"It will not, My Lord. I have done much research, I know everything there is to know. If you...care about him, it should only make it stronger. I assure you."

"But this is ancient magic, Severus. Old, strong, magic. How can you be sure?" Tom asked, looking desperate, panicked. He was pacing the room, not even looking at Harry. As if he had forgotten he was even there.

"My Lord, I am sure. I understand your concern. But, and I apologize, you will have to do it eventually, soon, even, to achieve what you wish." This seemed to snap Tom out of it, and he nodded. His eyes met Harry's, remembering he was present. Harry shuddered, feeling as if Tom was looking deep into his soul.

"Yes, yes I know." He whispered.

"Tom?" Said man looked down, seeing only the top of Harry's small, messy head. He was such a small thing, especially at only six years old. He was thin, short. But he shone so brightly. He looked up at Tom, his green eyes flashing brightly as he clung onto a large tome as if it were a fascinating toy. And to Harry, it was. He loved to learn, and he was far more intelligent and powerful than any of the Death Eaters he had.

"Yes, little one?" He asked patiently, turning in his chair to look down at the child he had been taking care of, honing, training, polishing, for the last six years. He was quite fond of him already.

"What does good and evil mean?" He asked, peering up at him with strangely naive eyes. Sometimes, Tom had to remind himself that Harry was a child. It was difficult, seeing as the boy had such a clarity, a wisdom. And he could also blast his best Death Eaters across the room with a flick of the wand.

This was an interesting question though, one he had been expecting to deal with eventually. But he hadn't expected it so soon. Harry had been raised to accept the dark arts, embrace them, and control them. Tom had never once spoken of them being viewed as bad, or of the light. He had kept Harry sheltered from that, and he had planned on doing so until Harry was old enough to understand the war raging around his ears.

He had underestimated him, though, it seemed. He looked down at the book Harry was holding, and blinked. It was written in Parseltongue. He obviously knew Harry could speak it. As a baby he had spoken in half English and half Parseltongue, and sometimes he switched back and forth by accident. He hadn't learned how to distinguish the two yet. It was amusing, really, if only because it absolutely disturbed his Death Eaters to see a cute little six year old walk around throwing spells and hissing in Parseltongue. Tom found it endearing.

He reached down and plucked Harry up, setting him in his lap and taking the book. He opened it to where Harry had stuck a bookmark, looking down at the page of text. The book discussed the differences in light and dark magic, going into great, complex detail about the structure and creation. Things a six year old shouldn't understand.

"Can you understand this, Harry?"

"Kind of." He said, pointing a small finger to the book. "It's talking about spells and how people make them and how you have to have a reason for a spell to make it work. And all sorts of things I can't really understand that well. But it talks about good and evil. What's that?"

Tom thought about this, thinking of a way to explain the difference between light and dark to a six year old. He was only glad that he was the one to do this instead of Dumbledore, who would corrupt the boy's mind with weak thoughts. Who would turn Harry away from the dark arts by telling him lies about it being 'evil'. Such narrowness should never be imprinted on a child. Especially not this child.

"Harry, I want you to listen to me closely." Tom said, closing the book and setting on his desk. He turned to small boy toward him and looked into his face, gripping his chin firmly with his fingers.

"Ignorant people will try to tell you that there is good magic, and there is bad magic. They say that magic that hurts people is evil. But that is a lie. There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those too weak to seek it. Do you understand, Harry?"

Harry nodded, meeting Tom's eyes seriously. Tom smiled.

"Good."

"Damn it!" Sirius Black slammed his hand into the wall, looking absolutely furious. He turned to face Dumbledore, who was sitting serenely at his desk, fingers steepled as he watched Sirius. He looked so calm, and it pissed Sirius off. The Order was gathered in the headmaster's office, joined by the group of Auror's who had attempted to save the life of Amelia Bones that night.

"Why are you so calm? He was there! Harry Potter was there!" Sirius yelled. People fidgeted uncomfortably, watching as he exploded. He looked at them incredulously.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, flushed with anger.

"Well, Sirius, not to be harsh or anything, but you saw the boy. He didn't exactly look like a prisoner." Moody growled. A couple of people nodded.

"He's been brain washed!" Sirius exclaimed.

"He was wearing a Death Eater mask, he was fighting. He used dark spells. He didn't look brain washed to me. He looked like...like The Dark Lord." Tonks said, looking sickened by the thought of it. Sirius glared at her.

"Only because the monster raised him that way!"

"How do we know it can be fixed then? Why even try?" Tonks asked, looking helpless.

"Because he's my godson and because we need him on our side!" Sirius yelled, slamming his hand into the wall again. He looked to Dumbledore in desperation. The old man looked up, his face showing every one of his years clearly. He looked tired, and deadly serious.

"Sirius is right, and so is everyone else. Harry is...well under Tom's influence. And he is obviously something Tom values. But whatever the boy believes now, we can not allow him to stay under Tom's control. He is young, impressionable, we can return him to our side." Dumbledore said calmly, earning a thankful grin from Sirius.

"Well, what are we going to do about it then?" He asked, stepping forward eagerly. Dumbledore shook his head.

"That I do not know. We do not know where Tom resides, nor whether any information given to us from Severus was correct. "

"That slithery bastard." Sirius muttered. "Then what? We wait around?"

"Yes. We wait. Tom has plans for Harry, and he can not, and will not hide the boy from us forever. One way or another, Harry will come to us."

"Severus, I have heard a prophecy."

Tom looked vulnerable to Severus, young and less frightening than he could ever remember seeing him. He paced the room, ruffling his hair. He looked...human. Severus reclined in his chair, looking at him steadily.

"A prophecy, my Lord?"

"About a child. A child born as the seventh month dies to a family that has defied me three times. This child is to be my equal. It says I shall mark him as my equal, and it will have powers that I don't know of. That neither of us can live while the other survives. Severus, what does this mean? It can not possibly mean some...child...will destroy me!"

Severus paled slightly. He had heard Dumbledore talking about this. Never in detail, never directly to him, but he had seemed hopeful. Severus realized that he had hoped this would be the answer to defeating Tom. Severus shook his head, going over what Tom had said.

"My Lord, it's just a prophecy..."

"No! No, Severus! I can not take chances. It's the Potter child. I've thought about it. He's the one! I must kill him..."

Severus' mind was racing, it didn't seem logical, to kill a child who obviously had power enough to defeat the Dark Lord. His equal...That meant he was as powerful as Tom. Powers he doesn't know of...More powerful than Tom, perhaps. Neither can live while the other survives...

This phrase struck him, it didn't sit right with him. At first glance, it meant one had to kill the other. But what if it didn't? What if there was a way for two of them, to really only be one of them? Equals. Partners. Two halves of the same person. Surviving isn't living. They are both surviving, and neither can live if the other one is simply surviving. It was all clear to Severus.

"I don't think you do, my Lord."
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