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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: M

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: There will be a good deal of flashbacks, and I'm not going to write "flashback", so pay attention. Harry is 16 at the beginning of this story, Tom is 43, but appears to be around 20.

Wow guys, sorry about the wait and the confusion about the last chapter being the ending. No, this story isn't quite finished yet. Thank you for all the wonderful feedback and compliments and I hope you all like the new chapter!

"Speech."

-Parseltongue.-

In the morning, Harry woke with panic. His eyes snapped open, his heart beating wildly with the dream he had been having. For it must have been a dream, for it to have been so perfect. Sorrow followed panic swiftly and he shifted to press his face into the pillow. Only, it wasn't a pillow beneath his face. His eyes focused and he realized there was a bare chest under his head. He blinked and peered upward, finding the relaxed face of his sleeping Lord.

Their bodies were tangled together pleasantly, and as he shifted once more he became aware of two things. First, they were naked, and second, it most definitely had not been a dream, because a sharp ache was working its way up his spine. He groaned softly with pain, and then broke into a satisfied smile. He settled back down against Tom's chest, his fingers playing gently over his skin.

Tom roused, sensing his mate's distress. He gazed down at him, smiling softly at the look of contentment that was spreading over Harry's face, whatever had upset him had passed. He hummed in pleasure under his attention, his fingers hooking under Harry's chin and tilting his face upward for a lazy kiss. Harry leaned into it gladly, pushing himself up so he could deepen it.

They kissed for a long while, simply enjoying the movement of their lips and the utter wholeness that was now within them. When they broke apart, Harry was breathless and his eyes were glistening with tears.

-Love, why are you crying?- Tom whispered, cradling Harry's face in his hand. Harry smiled, shaking his head.

-I am so completely happy, Tom. I've never felt so full, so whole. I've been missing you my entire life.- He said softly, looking into Tom's eyes with wonder. Tom smiled, brushing his thumb over his mate's cheekbone.

-I know how you feel, dear one. It was always meant to be this way.- Tom replied. He caressed his cheek once more and sat up, getting out of bed. He motioned for Harry to follow him. The younger man winced as he did so and Tom paused, moving closer to him and placing cool hands over Harry's hips.

Harry rested his hands over Tom's chest as calming waves of magic eased the pain in his rear. He sighed in relief, kissing Tom's shoulder in thanks. The older man's hands wandered downward, pulling Harry closer and catching his lips in a kiss that took Harry's breath away. If he had thought that Tom would affect him less after being bonded to him, he was wrong. It only made him more intense.

Harry keened, his fingers curling around the older man's shoulders and kissing back for all he was worth. His eyes were misty when they pulled back.

-You are so very distracting.- Harry smiled playfully, kissing the Dark Lord's cheek.

-Imagine what the Death Eaters will think, the Dark Lord, distracted by the kiss of a 16 year old boy.- Tom frowned, his hands moving sensuously over Harry's bare arse.

-I think you are much more than a 16 year old boy, Harry. You are my mate. You are my other half. If you were held with great regard before, now all will regard you as my equal. They will treat you as they would treat me. And I swear if a single person dares to disrespect my mate, they will suffer much more than a crucio. Dumbledore will see the error in his plans to take you from me. For if I was powerful before, I am now undefeatable. The world is at our feet, Harry.- Harry looked at him in awe, captured by the intensity of his conviction. Tom always could bring him to his knees.

-Tom, this bond we have…it's going to win the war for us isn't it?- Harry asked, breathless with the excitement and power he could feel rolling off of his mate.

-Yes, Harry. You were the only one born with enough power to defeat me, and now that we are one, no one stands a chance. The Wizarding World will know, and respect the power of Lord Voldemort and Harry Potter.-

Dumbledore was an old man. Older than many could ever imagine. He liked it that way, to keep the world guessing about his age. He was rumored to be 115, but he was pushing 300 these days. His age meant that he had seen a lot of life. He had witnessed Darkness before, he had been in Harry Potter's shoes. He had felt that seductive pull of Darkness. He had loved the monster, too. He had found out the hard way that that path never led to happiness, never led to true love.

Yes, he had loved Gellert Grindelwald, and he had paid the price in the end, just as Harry Potter would. Voldemort didn't love Harry. He didn't care one bit about his life. He was using him to win the war. And that was dangerous. Because Harry was the deciding factor, and whoever had him would win.

And if Dumbledore only wanted him to use him, then at least he was using him for a good reason. For the light, for the right side. For the greater good.

It was his duty to save Harry Potter, if only to sacrifice him in the end, to benefit the good.

It would be harder now though, he had felt the shift in magic. Being so old made one sensitive to these things, and Dumbledore had felt the connection of souls even from so far away. It wouldn't matter in the end, though. He knew Tom Riddle, and that man would never genuinely bond to another. It was a false bond, then. Something to convince Harry, but no more. Poor boy, poor deluded, naïve Harry. It would be a pity to kill him, but it just couldn't be helped.

Severus apparated, looking up at the gloomy residence of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He most sincerely did not want to be here, doing what he needed to do. If so much did not rely on this, he would never face this at all. This was something he had sworn he would never face again, but once again, the life of Harry Potter was more important than his own.

"Hey Snivellus! Why don't you go stick that big nose in a Dark Arts book, that's what you're best at, isn't it?" Severus kept his head down, moving past the group of the Mauraders as quickly as he could, holding his book to his chest as if it could protect him.

"Don't you ignore me, Snivellus!" James Potter called, and then suddenly Severus was jerked up into the air. His book fell to the ground and James' sneering face was before him.

"Let's see what's under Snivelly's trousers, eh?" He said cockily, flicking his wand and pulling Severus's trousers to his ankles. The group of students gathered around him began to laugh, pointing at the old, ratted pants he was wearing. Severus felt fury burn at him and he twisted angrily, trying to break the spell holding him up.

"Stop it James, that's enough." Remus Lupin said calmly, looking on at Severus with a mixture of pity and self-loathing.

"Oh come off it, Moony, this is fun!"

"James, cut it out. Now." To Severus' surprise it was Sirius Black. He looked angry, pissed off even. When James didn't move he stepped forward, knocking James' wand to the side so that Severus fell to the ground with a thud. With a flaming face he pulled his trousers up, glaring at James as he snatched up his book and hurried away. He had gotten half way to the library when someone grabbed his shoulder. He tuned furiously.

"Get the hell off of me!" He spit, taken aback as he saw Sirius behind him. He jerked his shoulder away.

"Don't you dare touch me. Just because you "stood up for me" back there doesn't change a thing!" Sirius stepped back, looking hurt.

"Look, I can't just go around acting like your friend." He whispered, looking around cautiously.

"Oh, of course not. Because that would mean you were involved with scum like me, right? Wouldn't want anyone to know you were fucking Severus Snape, right? Fuck you, Sirius." Sirius' eyes widened and he pushed Severus into an alcove, pressing a hand over his mouth.

"You know it's not like that, I…I'm not ashamed of you. It's just James, he wouldn't understand…" Severus spit into his hand, pushing him away forcefully and stalking down the hall.

Sirius was shocked, to say the least, when Severus showed up outside his door.

"You've got a lot of nerve, showing up here after we found out you're on his side." Sirius said coldly. Severus said nothing, pressing his lips together and pushing past him into the house. Sirius turned to him, crossing his arms.

"What are you doing here, Severus?" He snapped.

"You're not going to win." He said simply, turning to look at Sirius. Sirius scoffed.

"Is that all you came to say? Well, thank you, I'm very intimidated. You can leave now."

"You don't understand. The Dark Lord knows what he's doing and he has Harry. They are more powerful than ever and they will win and you will die." Sirius quieted, noting the weight of Severus' words. Severus wasn't one for exaggeration.

"What do you mean, he has Harry? You make it sound so…final."

"It is. They're bonded. Harry isn't going anywhere and now that they're bonded the prophecy is fulfilled, only not the way Dumbledore wanted it to be. Harry was the only one who could defeat him, but now Harry is him." Sirius looked horrified, shaking his head.

"No. No!" Severus surged forward, grabbing Sirius by the neck of his shirt.

"Yes." He hissed. "And there is nothing that you or Dumbledore or the order can do to stop it, so you'd better listen and listen closely. What Dumbledore is going to do now that Harry is a part of Voldemort is try to kill him and that's going to be very hard to do, but it's not impossible. He will go after Harry to get to Voldemort and you are going to protect him, you hear me?" Severus snarled. Sirius stared wide eyed at him.

"Why would I do that? If it can defeat Voldemort!"

"Because he's James' son, because you wish you were there for Harry, because you feel responsible for all this, because deep down inside you've always been a true Black trying to masquerade as a white sheep, and…because I asked you to."

With the protection of the Dark Lord and Harry Potter's bond, Tom no longer needed to keep himself so hidden. What had started as low key attacks bloomed into full scale raids and battles. Tom and Harry were not present at most of these, however. No, Tom was saving their debut for someone special.

The Death Eaters had noticed the difference in their relationship immediately. It hadn't even been needed to be said that Harry was to be held in higher regard. The two gave off an aura. It made most of them uncomfortable, if only because there was a noticeable change in Harry's demeanor. He had been somewhat aggressive before, which was to be expected from a child bred to be the next Dark Lord. But he had always been milder than Tom, more merciful, more kind. This was less true now. It was almost as if Harry had adopted some of Tom's traits. And in turn, Tom had adopted some of Harry's, mixing until they were so alike it disturbed the hell out of any one who witnessed them together.

Bella had backed off fast that was for sure. Harry had caught her looking at Tom only once, and his glare was enough to scare her. Was that a flash of scarlet she saw in his eyes?

But if anyone had expected Tom to be less cruel in his war tactics because of this strange mix, they were mistaken. He was as merciless as ever, taking down the Brockdale and the Millennium Bridges. Florean Fortesque and Ollivander went missing. Octavius Pepper, Igor Karkaroff and Emaline Vance were murdered. Tom was playing his cards carefully, and soon he would take control of the ministry, but he was biding his time.

"My Lord, the time is ripe! Why are we holding back when the ministry is crumbling at our feet?" Tom shot a glare at Bellatrix, who had the decency to look chided.

"Do not presume you know my plans better than I do. I will act when I feel fit. I am unsatisfied with the thought of puppets running the ministry for me. Oh no, I think I will do it myself. " Tom mused, sharing a look with Harry. Harry smiled.

"They won't know what hit them."
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