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You Complete Me	By : Giovanna Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 32224 -:- Recommendations : 9 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Their conversation seemed very strained after the news that he dropped on the aristocrat’s plate, when their lunch was delivered they pretended as if they were simply four people enjoying a lunch meeting. It was grating on Harry’s nerves. “Are we going to get to the real reason why we are all here?”
The two other men looked up from their lunches, and glanced at Harry. His features were serious; it showed nothing of what he was thinking. Voldemort set his utensils down slowly and regarded the young man, as Lucius did the same. “What is it you want, Potter? What is the meaning of this” waving a finger around “meeting?”
“Well Tom, can I call you Tom? What I want is to inform you of my desire, along with a few of my companions, to remain neutral in the war. With a few exceptions we will hand the Wizarding world to you on a silver platter.”
Voldemort was not only surprised, he was also suspicious. Why would Potter hand him everything he has worked years for so easily? He furrowed his brow as he studied Potter and his companion. Another thing that had been bothering him since their lunch started was that the urge to strangle the life out the young man was gone.
“Potter, why is it I do not want to kill you where you sit?” he drawled.
In a bored tone Harry responded, “The reason for that Tom is due to the beautiful siren sitting beside me.”
Raising an eyebrow “And that means?”
“Luna possesses certain powers.” He gazed right into Tom’s ruby eyes, “She has a way of calming the savage beast and bringing out a person true desires,” he said in an uninterested tone. “Back to the reason for this little lunch meeting. First, let me start off by saying I do not blame you for the death of my parents. Yes, you were the one to fire the killing curse but you were not the one to cause it. I place the blame solely at Albus Dumbledore’s feet. The prophecy is a lie. I have it on good authority that the prophecy was fabricated by that hack Trelawney and Dumbledore. She needed a job and he needed a ‘seer’.” Beside him Luna scoffed at Trelawney being referred to as a seer.
“That idiot could not see her way out of a lit room with an arrow pointing to the exit,” remarked Luna. As a seer herself there were things she was able to tell Harry and yet there were some she could not. He understood. He never asked her what it was she saw but took her words to heart.
“How do you know that the prophecy was fabricated?” inquired Tom.
“Because we saw what really happened the night your spy heard the so called prophecy. Answer me this, why would the headmaster of one of the most prestigious Wizarding School do an interview in a place such as the Leaky Cauldron? Why not in his office? Did that not strike you as odd?” He leaned closer to the table “Not counting the fact that your spy just happened to hear what was said? A bit convenient, wouldn't you say?”
The look that crossed Tom’s handsome features showed that he had never thought about the events surrounding the prophecy.
“How can that be? The night at the ministry, you had the prophesy in your hand, I told you to give it to me.”
“We all have a destiny or a prophecy on our lives. If we were to walk the hall of prophecy you will see all of our names there. There are some prophecies that have one or more people connected to them. But it is up to us to fulfill those prophecies that fate has put in front of us,” Luna chimed in.
“Like I said before I do not blame you. I blame Dumbledore and I also blame my parents; they brought a child into this world during a war in which they were involved. Nothing stopped them from leaving England and going to live in a different country. They followed him blindly and believed every word that spewed from Dumbledore’s mouth. They were not poor; my father came from an Ancient and Noble house for Merlin’s sake.”
Tom stared at Harry for a long while. Harry felt Tom trying to probe into his mind, he could have easily pushed him out but he did not stop him. Harry showed him only what his life was like living with his uncle and aunt. He also showed him how much pleasure he took in burning them to a crisp. Harry saw that the older man was impressed at his magic and how he could kill without feeling any regret.
He exited Harry’s mind, seeming to come to a decision “Who are those that want to remain neutral? What is it you require other than neutrality?” Leaning closer stippling his fingers “How do you propose to hand me the war as you say on a silver platter?”
Without hesitation Harry reached into his pocket pulling out his list. “I will require your signature of good faith before I tell you my secret Tom.” He handed the list over, noticing his keen interest in the names.
“Am I to understand that Longbottom does not wish to avenge his parents?”
“People underestimate the power of forgiveness or understanding, Neville more than I is willing to look beyond what happened, he will have to explain his reasons as it is not for me to say. As for what we want, we want the freedom to live and practice magic the way it is suppose to. We believe that muggles will one day find out about us, we want to keep our identity a secret just like you.”
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Tom looked at the list once more; he had the strangest feeling that there will be more requests coming in the near future. He would not put it pass Potter to have something else up his sleeve but the Slytherin in him would not let the opportunity pass him by. He wanted to keep Potter closer to him for some reason.
“I will sign this under one condition.”
“And that is?”
“You will live with me at Riddle Manor as my Consort.”
“Why? I gathered that after today you would not want to see me again?” Harry asked, sounding remarkable unsurprised at his request.
“You intrigue me Potter. There is more to you than meets the eye, I want to see” he said looking Harry up and down “what is behind your mask.”
“And if I say no to being your Consort?”
Tom had to smirk at that, he did not believe Potter would agree to his terms but he took the chance. “Then I will kill you and everyone on this list.”
Potter laughed, not a chuckle but full sides splitting laugh. “Blackmail is so beneath you Thomas. I can assure you though they want to remain neutral they won’t die easily.”
“I make good on my threats Potter, do not test me.”
Harry {I can assure you. My companions will kill whoever you send after them before they could say the first curse}
Tom {Who said I was sending anyone. To get my point across to you, I would take pleasure in killing them myself}
“You do have a way with words, don’t you?” Potter sat silent as if thinking about his proposal. “How about a vow?”
Before another word was uttered out of Potter’s mouth {I, Thomas Riddle, vow that I will protect Harrison James Potter-Black. I will not kill him or those he holds dear and true to his heart if he vows to be my Consort and future Husband in all things equal, so mote it be}
He smiled, on the inside his words must have shocked Potter as he understood exactly what he said. He wants Potter to rule the Wizarding world with him, not just England but all of it. Making a vow in parseltongue is much more powerful in magic, it is another way of sealing magic in blood. The vow will not take effect until both parties agree in the same language.
Harry {I will not be one of your Death Eaters and you will not mark me}
Tom {Did I say anything about you being one of my Death Eaters? But I will mark you in more ways than one”}
He raised an eyebrow daring Potter to refuse his vow and his words {I, Harrison James Potter-Black, vow to stand by Thomas Riddle as his Consort and future husband. I will not kill him or those he holds dear. I vow to stand beside him as his equal in all things. So mote it be}
After the vows were said their eyes glowed to show that both parties accepted it. A bond was formed between two people who were once considered enemies. Tom noticed that while both he and Harry were in negotiations neither Lucius nor Ms. Lovegood made a sound of protest. What other power lies beneath the surface of his soon to be Consort, he wonders. He glanced down at the parchment reading the names again. The people on the list were not considered powerful from what he’s been told, according to Severus, Longbottom was terrible at potions. Weasley twins were troublemakers, now the dragon handler and curse breaker, those he could use. Lovegood seem to have some sort of calming power he will have to do research on that a bit more. But the last name on the list stumped him: Finnegan, a muggle born lacking in power.
Wanting to know more he signed his name at the bottom of the list, it glowed red. Again his Consort impressed him as the parchment was soaked in a truth spell so there is no going back for either of them. He handed the parchment back to Harry; yes, it is no longer Potter but Harry. “Now that we have vowed and agreed to the terms set before us you still have not answered my previous question.”
Raising an eyebrow in perfect Malfoy manner, “And, what would that be dear Thomas?”
“How are you going to give me the Wizarding world on a silver platter?”
He smiled as if the answer was so simple even a child could figure it out. He stood up walked over to me brazenly and sat in my lap, running his hands through my hair. He leaned in and whispered ever so seductively in my ear “I am going to kill Albus Dumbledore.”
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