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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!

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

Mine to Take

Chapter Three: Who shrank Cælum?

Word Count: 1533

Last Time:

"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, my name is Harry Potter."

Tom heard a female gasp, accompanied by a thud, and flinched. Yeah, one of his Inner Circle chose a bad moment to arrive apparently.

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

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This dream was by far the most bizarre, off the wall, crazy mind trip Harry had ever experienced.

Getting caught in a glitter cage had been embarrassing enough, being trapped by a trio of little girls had been the icing on that particular humiliation cake. Not to mention that when Tom Riddle showed up, Harry was promptly dropped on his bum. AGAIN. And the bloody bastard had even managed to break his glasses with the same spell that landed him on his arse!

The Dark Lord then proceeded to ask Harry if he would be up for answering some questions.

Yeah, that's right. The Dark Lord had asked him. Not commanded. Not cursed. Hell, he hadn't even tried to force the issue. No, Lord Voldemort had ASKED him if he would answer some questions.

'The world must be coming to an end! The Dark Lord Voldemort asked Harry Bloody Potter to do something.'

Oh! But that hadn't been the funniest part. Voldemort had actually had the nerve to insinuate that he didn't know Harry's name. As if the person Tom had been trying to kill since said person was a CHILD wasn't important enough to have remembered his name!

That particular snub had actually managed to really tick Harry off; the teen had been to hell and back because of the Dark Lord, and he didn't even bother to remember his name?!

If it weren't for Voldemort, his parents would be alive and he wouldn't have had to stay with those horrible Muggles! Harry would have grown up knowing he was a Wizard, that what he could do was magic and that he wasn't a freak. He would have grown up loved, could have had friends and wouldn't have been forced to be a bloody House Elf for a couple of whales and a horse!

The least the Dark Lord could do was remember the name of the boy he had royally fucked over because of some stupid half-heard prophecy!

Harry had actually been ready to seriously lay into Voldemort and verbally rip him and new one when Harry heard a gasp. The teen had intended to simply ignore the sound but the thud that followed, however, worried him so much that he had turned to try and look at the person who he assumed had fainted… but to no avail.

Honestly, without his glasses he couldn't see worth shit.

"You summoned my…" Someone walked through the door where the person had fainted. From what Harry could see, which was extremely blurred, the newcomer was blonde.

"Hermione!" The man gasped as he ran to the fallen figure and Harry gaped.

'They have Hermione?!'

No. It was a dream. It had to be a dream. It was just a crazy dream.

'Remember the last time you thought the Dark Lord had someone in his clutches? Don't jump to conclusions. Don't just jump into battle. Don't risk the lives of those you care about!' Harry berated himself mentally.

"If I didn't know better, I would think that Ferret was here or something." Harry commented in an attempt to get his mind off of things, and to see if the blonde was indeed Malfoy.

The man sure as hell had the signature Malfoy blonde hair. Damn near blinding, that stuff.

"Damn it, why do you insist upon calling me that childish name Cæ…" The blonde gasped as he looked at Harry in what the teen assumed was shock. Luckily he did not drop the woman he held within his arms.

'Thank Merlin.' Dream or not, Harry would have been seriously upset if Malfoy accidentally dropped Hermione because of him.

"Harry? How… what…"

"The sky must be falling, because last I checked Malfoys don't stutter." Harry laughed in an attempt to lighten his mood.

Seriously, the whole Hermione being in this vision dream thing was kind of getting to him. But he knew that nothing bad could happen to her. She was more than likely back in the tent sleeping safe and sound and Harry was just being paranoid.

'If I'm not careful, I'll become as paranoid and freaked out as Moody.'

The bundle in Malfoy's arms groaned and Harry watched the blur as it began to move. Oh how he wished he could see, if for nothing else than to see for himself that Hermione was alright. Dream or not, it would be a nice comfort.

"Harry… How? What?" The brunette questioned as she extracted herself from Malfoy's arms.

"I hate to break it to you, 'Mione, but you just said exactly what Malfoy did." Harry laughed and managed to get a nervous chuckle out of Hermione as well.

"Oh Harry…" Hermione sighed softly and walked over to where he was standing.

"Hermione, you don't know that it's really him. It could be a trap!" Malfoy warned and Harry looked at the blonde as if he'd suddenly grown a second head.

What the hell was that about? Malfoy warning a Muggleborn, Hermione Granger to be precise, against HIM? Harry and Hermione had been friends from first year, there was no way that he would ever hurt her!

'Wait, what does he mean by they don't know it's really me?'

"Can't see a thing, can you Harry?" Hermione giggled and picked something up near him, what Harry could only assume was the pieces of his glasses judging from the sound of it. "You always were blind without them. Honestly, hadn't you considered an eye reparation potion yet at this point?" The brunette inquired as she cast a quick repair spell and handed Harry his fixed glasses.

"Thanks 'Mione. And what eye correction potion…" Harry had replaced his glasses back on his face and stood frozen at what his new perspective revealed.

The woman before him looked like Hermione. Bushy brown hair, though granted it was not near as bad as it had been back in first year, and those kind brown eyes… but she was… Older. Much older than the seventeen year old he was used to seeing.

Like old enough to have kids almost Harry's age.

"Um, 'Mione… don't take this the wrong way but… you're old."

THWACK!

"Ow!" Harry rubbed the side of his head where he'd just been walloped and sighed. "I said don't take it the wrong way!" He whined, having totally forgotten about everyone else around them in the wake of Hermione's anger.

It was best to appease the woman, because her wrath was vicious and Harry was sure she could give even Voldemort a run for his money in the cruelty department if she was angry enough.

'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… They must have met Hermione if they were saying that.'

"Good to see you alive and well too, Harry." Hermione grumbled, stuck her nose in the air, then turned around and walked over to Malfoy's side.

But before Harry could respond, a set of footsteps behind him announced the arrival of yet another person.

"Okay, who shrank Cælum?" A deep and hauntingly familiar voice came from the main doors to the Great Hall behind Harry, the teen whipped around to see for himself.

"No way!" Harry gasped and tears welled up in his eyes. "What kind of cruel joke is this, Voldemort? I know Slytherins are prone to low blows, but this is a little over the top." He stated as he turned narrowed green eyes on the Dark Lord.

"Interesting…" Voldemort hummed and Harry seethed.

Tom seemed to notice the look on Harry's face and sighed.

"Look, I'm not trying to play a prank or anything of the sort, Harry. If you calm down and wait for the rest of my Inner Circle to arrive, I'll be more than happy to ask my questions and then answer some of yours."

"And wait for that nut job Bellatrix to show up? Hell no! I don't know how, or why, you are projecting Sirius as being here but that bitch is the one that sent him into the Veil and I'll be damned if I share a room with that curse happy nutter!"

"Bella? Veil? Did you hit your head as well as shrink Prongslet? And that's no way to talk about your Auntie Bella. You know she would do anything in the world for you."

Harry stared at Sirius as if the Black Lord had grown another head.

"What? After she recovered from the total mind fuck…"

"Sirius!" Hermione chastised.

"… that Azkaban did on her, she's been great!"

Harry just continued to stare and after a few moments Sirius began to shift from foot to foot. The man could stand up against armies and certain death without flinching, but for some reason when it came to Harry… he would get nervous. It was ridiculous really, but… well…

"Hey Tom…"

A nicely sculpted eyebrow raised in response to the soft spoken comment which came from the teen who had been rather volatile only moments ago.

"Yes Harry?" The Dark Lord inquired, curious as to what could have possibly subdued the teen all of the sudden.

"Whatever you're smoking to send dreams like this… can I have some? Because I think I'm going to need it…"

And with that the Potter Heir promptly passed out.

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A/N: This was more from Harry's perspective. I think I'm jumping from Harry, to Tom, then back again… or so it seems. So, if I'm keeping with that pattern, look forward to seeing some of Tom's thoughts next chapter! Especially since people seem to be ignoring/disrespecting him.

Remember, this Tom is from an Alternate Reality and doesn't react the same way Voldemort from Harry's Universe does. He's a lot more sane and quite a bit more mellow thanks to Cælum. Not only that, but you will learn that his attitude and policies toward Muggleborns are a lot better than what the Dark Lord of Harry's world had in mind. Again, all thanks to Cælum's influence.

So you can see why Cælum is so important to Tom and why the thought of having a second chance is so… tempting. We shall see though.

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

Next Time: Harry out like a light, a nice little flashback for Tom, and the Inner Circle getting together. Let's not forget plans for possible blackmail, a rude awakening, and Harry landing on the floor! … Again.
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