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Bonded One	By : Stephke23 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 17742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Tom was anxiety looking at the bracelet in the middle of the spell circle. What if something went wrong? What if someone intervened? Would Dumbledore still be alive? He couldn’t help but wonder. Marvolo would come back to him. That, he was certain of, which he told the part of him, that had its doubts. When the last word had left his lips he noted the already familiar figure in the middle. His heart settled as Marvolo solidified before him. Immediately he entered the circle and grabbed the bracelet from the ground. A wrist found itself in his hand and with a click the jewel encircled it. A satisfied smile emerged on his lips and he search for those lips he was aching to kiss. The smile faltered as he noticed the tears his boy was trying to hid from him. “What’s wrong?” He asked while both hands cupped the tearstained face.

“S’nothing…” Marvolo mumbled trying to wipe the last of his tears away.

“Marvolo!” Tom warned him and the boy sighed.

“I’ll miss my friends.” He confessed and suddenly that one part spread doubt in Tom’s heart.

“You rather stayed?” His hands released their hold and he took a step backwards. Green eyes widened and Marvolo quickly followed him wrapping his arms around him.

“No, this is where I belong.” That consisting part of him got silenced as Tom pressed his lips against his boy. As test he let Marvolo deepen the kiss. His boy passed as he rolled his tongue over Tom’s lips asking for entrance. He enjoyed letting the youngster lead for a moment before taking over. His boy was panting when they broke apart.

“You’re a fast learner.” He smirked adoring the blush that appeared on the other’s cheeks. The picture got abruptly disturbed by a yawn. “Have you slept at all?” A guilty look told him he hadn’t. “You’ll fall asleep during classes.” Tom said displeased and sighed when he saw the startled look. “But I guess you have a good reason for once. Don’t let it happen again!” He warned Marvolo who nodded like a good boy. “Fine, I’ll inform the professors you’ll be missing your morning classes.” His boy looked pleased and thankful which made him strangely warm on the inside. “Now let’s get you to bed.”

-THTH-

As he felt the bed dip under him Harry’s eyes refused to open again. His hands grabbed to the warmth that had started to retreat and pulled Tom on the bed with him. His instincts were telling him to keep the other as close as possible. You know what they say, keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. Too tired to think over his actions, the Head Boy landed half underneath him while his leg linked itself around the other’s. Happily snuggling into his self-declared pillow he let out a satisfied sigh when fingers started caressing his cheek.

-THTH-

Surprised by Marvolo’s actions Tom decided it wouldn’t hurt if he slept for another hour. He pressed his lips against the forehead on top of him before wrapping his arms around the body and closing his eyes. He stayed like that for the hour not once feeling himself drift off. Instead he enjoyed the unique smell his boy had. He couldn’t quite describe it, it was stuffy, like he had just spent a day in a dungeon but at the same time he smelled a little like freshly cut grass. Opening his eyes again he noted the youngster was long gone. A smile dared to appear on his lips as he entangled himself from the limbs holding him down. With the help of his wand Marvolo soundly slept through it all. Waving his wand again Tom changed the alarm time on his clock to one hour before lunch. He petted the boy lightly before gathering his stuff and leaving to claim his right on the dorm’s bathroom. He wanted to be back as soon as possible. Once freshly showered and clothed Tom retreated back to his room. Walking back to his bed he waved his wand over Marvolo to hide his real appearance before walking to his desk. Grabbing the things he needed he made his way back out.

-THTH-

When noon came Tom walked towards the Great Hall, accelerating with every step. When he reached the Hall his eyes immediately moved to where Marvolo and he usually sat. Disappointed the boy’s seat was empty he strode to his own and sat down. Abraxas followed him with three more on his heel. They settled themselves on the other side of the table while the blond dropped down one place from Tom. Grabbing a piece of toast Tom announced the other could start eating. He knew they wouldn’t without his permission. Laying the bread down on his plate he looked at it offensively before his eyes darted towards the door again. He was going to have to teach Marvolo to be on time. His hand sneaked around his glass and slowly he nipped on it without averting his eyes. He could feel all of his minions glancing at the empty place beside him and he didn’t like it. It looked like his boy was disobeying him, which would make him look weak. Suddenly a brunet came into his view and met his eyes. Marvolo quickly made his way to his reserved seat and dropped down. “Are you feeling better, dear cousin?” Abraxas was the first to open his mouth.

“Yes, thank you.” Marvolo smiled sweetly before piling his plate with food. Tom glared sideways at him but the boy didn’t noticed, to occupied with the prospect of finally getting something into his stomach. Feeling his anger flare he picked up the toast from his plate and stood up. Without a word a stalked off leaving his minions to breathe again.

-THTH-

Confused Harry watched Tom walk away and looked questioning at Abraxas. “What’s gotten into him?” The blond looked at him with disgusted before turning away. Blinking, the brunet look to the students on the other side but they also ignored him. ‘I should go after Tom. I’m clearly not wanted here.’ He realized and quickly stuffed his mouth before grabbing some grapes. He also stood up and rushed outside in search for the other. It didn’t take him long to find him. Like he expected the future Dark Lord was staring at the lake again. “Tom?” He voiced his presence but the black haired teen didn’t react. Feeling dread, Harry quickly sat down next to him and held out his grapes. “Want some?” Still no reaction. “Tom, please say something.” He changed to whining as last resort. The older teen didn’t react and now he knew he was in trouble. ‘What the hell! What did I do? Calm down, Harry. You can’t afford having him angry at you! Apologize, even if you don’t know what you did wrong.’ “I’m sorry!” He squeaked but the Head Boy didn’t even blink. “I’m sorry, Tom, please don’t ignore me!” The drapes dropped into his lap as he gently shook the other. Roughly Tom’s hand shot out and pushed him away before standing up.

“Don’t touch me!” The future Dark Lord hissed like a madman before darting back into the castle. Confused and getting a little scared Harry watched him stalk off.

‘What did I do? What do I do?!’ His breathing accelerated as he dropped his head in despair. He stared at the grapes but not one idea popped into his mind. This wasn’t a good way to start his new live in the past. Hadn’t he acted like Tom liked? Wasn’t he good and obedient? Showed just enough fear? ‘Harry, he isn’t Voldemort yet! More like an... evil leader, but what does this leader want?’ Groaning in frustration he got up to follow the other back inside.

-THTH-

While walking to his room, Tom knew he had been hard on Marvolo, but his boy had to learn to obey. He couldn’t keep putting his energy in covering the other’s mistakes. No, it had to end here and now. First the silence treatment and then a couple of curses. Not to mention that with the silence treatment his minions would ignore the one who they thought was unworthy in his eyes. Loneliness would pull the boy back to him and he would forgive him with the needed hexes. Yes, this way Marvolo would learn his lesson and he would be one step closer to being his worthy spouse. The plan was perfect. The only thing he didn’t like was the fact that he would have to let his boy sleep in the sixth year’s dorm. Also, he couldn’t expect the two sixth years to still stay beside him. No point in worrying about it, everything would end the way he wanted it and besides tonight he had an appointment which would keep him busy. Comfortably, he walked through the castle until it was time for the next class. He met Malfoy with a couple of the blond’s admirers outside the classroom. Abraxas studied him before a frown settled in his face. He probably realized Tom hadn’t yet forgiven Marvolo. The minions split into two groups when the black haired teen was in reach. He passed them and entered the classroom ignoring everyone.

-THTH-

A knock made Tom look up from his wardrobe. He turned and settled his eyes on the door like he expected to be able to look through it. “Tom?” Marvolo’s voice sounded from the other side and he turned back to his wardrobe problem. He chose a black outfit and walked with the pieces in his arms to the door. Picking up his bathroom utilities, he opened the door and stared emotionless at his boy.

-THTH-

“Tom?” Harry asked again looking straight into the brown eyes, hoping to find a hiding emotion in them. With a bored expression the Head Boy stepped closer to him and laid a hand on his chest. Roughly, the youngster got pushed backwards and the hand disappeared to close the door behind its owner. Without even a glance Tom walked passed him and made his way towards the common room. “Tom!” Harry yelled after him without success. Being stubborn the brunet ran after him and grabbed his wrist. “Stop ignoring me, if I did something wrong, tell me!” Finally the Head Boy acknowledge him with a raised eyebrow. Harry’s facial expression relaxed as the older teen turned towards him and didn’t have a chance to change as he was Stupefied.

-THTH-

Tom had trouble hiding his fascination as Marvolo fell down, frozen. Quickly turning around he continued his way to the Prefects’ bathroom before he had the urge to unfreeze his boy with a quick Rennervate. As he crossed the common room he noted Walburga hiding in a corner with Malfoy hovering over her. Not that interested in the Black’s newest marriage candidate, he left the Slytherin house pushing two first years out of his way. Once in the bathroom he quickly bathed and sighed in content as his hands ran through his hair massaging his skull. Rinsing after having soaped himself he got out of the tube and picked a towel from the rack. Once dry, he dressed himself and observed his reflection. He looked good if you asked him. Gathering his things again, he made his way back to his quarters. Marvolo was still laying where he had left him and he pushed down a smile. Only if someone would go to his room, would they find him. He supposed the boy would just have to wait until the spell lost its force. Smirking by now, he entered his room and dropped his things on his desk before stepping over his boy, leaving again. Making his way out of the castle he looked around until Headmaster Dippet caught his eyes. “There you are Mr. Riddle, you’re ready to leave?”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Great, follow me.” The old man walked towards the gate where shimmering of the barrier could be seen. Opening the gate he used his wand to call on an Auror. Tom understood that if he was going alone a protector would be in place, definitely since he was going to meet with a head figure of the Ministry.

“Would it be alright if we stopped at Daigon Alley? I would like to acquire Marvolo’s schoolbooks.”

“Certainly.” Dippet smiled and shared a glance with the Auror. Knowing everything was playing out the way he wanted it, Tom gave his Headmaster a charming smile before leaving Hogwarts’ property.

-THTH-

“Mr. Riddle, please come in.” Arte Spave held out his hand which Tom gladly accepted.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Spave.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Arte invited him to sit down on the small couch behind him. “I’m thrilled to meet such a young talented wizard, who has interest in politics.” The black haired teen smiled putting his charms on maximum. “Please tell me your vision.”

“I find most students my age don’t see the world as it really is. I’d like to change that.” The politician nodded before opening his mouth.

“And what made you choose me?” Now a real smile appeared on the teenager’s lips.

“I find it important that a wizard can be himself and doesn’t have to hide himself because of muggles.” Spave nodded again.

“Yes, you understand it. Pure-bloods need a safe place to develop themselves and lay connections between families. Forgive me for I did a little research and found out you’re the heir of the Gaunt’s family.” Tom’s eyes hardened. He didn’t like that someone he barely knew, had investigated him. “It’s a tragedy what happened to your mother. If only she could have been raised in such a safe environment with fellow pure-bloods.” He understood the underlying words.

‘I would have been a pure-blood.’ His thoughts darkened feeling the hate for his muggle father rise again. ‘He’s dead, forget him!’ He ordered himself to calm down replaying the last moment of the man’s life in his head.

“Yes, such a safe place is needed in this time. If we do nothing the muggle-borns will pass the pure-bloods in quantity.” Clear disgust emerged on the politician’s face. The repulsion disappeared when a house-elf appeared in the room serving tea and biscuits. Before the plate with biscuits touched the table Spave had already picked one up.

‘The hypocrite!’ Tom thought with contempt looking at the muggle candy the politician had just raised to his lips.

-THTH-

Carefully Harry moved his fingers before his hand and his whole arm followed. The spell had almost completely worn off, leaving stinging pricks to wake up his limbs. Rigidly he crawled to the door behind him and leaned his back against it. Staring aimlessly at the darkening dungeon before him he sighed. He still couldn’t explain Tom’s behaviour, which only made him the fear in him grow. ‘Did he find out?’ He couldn’t help but wonder. ‘Did he find out we’re not really lovers but archenemies?’ Sighing again he leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes. It pained him to think of Tom as his nemesis. ‘Voldemort is my archenemy, but what is Tom?’ He wondered.

-THTH-

Surprised Tom stared down at the sleeping Marvolo. He dropped his wand from its defence stand. He had recognized the silhouette of someone sitting before his quarters, but not in a million year would he have expected it to be his boy. He couldn’t deny he liked that his boy wasn’t backing down that easily. Carefully not to make a sound, he kneeled before the brunet and lightly let his fingertip slip over the youngster’s lips. This new development made him want to push the boy into his room, drop him on top of his bed and ravish him until morning but he had a tactic he couldn’t let go to waste. So against his will he straightened again and reached for the boy’s schoolbooks in his pants. Unshrinking them he dropped them one by one on the sleeping body. With a yelp Marvolo awoke thrashing around like he was being attack. Patiently Tom waited for the boy to focus on him, when he did he pointed his wand at the other. “Get too bed!” Quickly Marvolo got up, turned around and opened his door. ‘Oh Merlin, does he have to make it that hard?’ Tom thought seeing the edge of his bed already. “No!” The boy held himself from entering the Head Boy’s domain. “Get too your own bed!” Bewildered the youngster turned back to him.

“What? Tom!” A warning look made the brunet scoot out of his way as he made the indication he wanted to pass. As the Head Boy entered his room he felt proud. He had kept his calmed and not jumped his boy. “If you’re going to be like that!” Marvolo suddenly yelled angry making the other stop in surprise and turn to the youngster. “Then don’t come whining to me in the future!” Tom blinked in surprise as tears of frustration filled his boy’s eyes. “Find someone else to be your bonded one!” Huffing the brunet twirled around and stamped away. The future Dark Lord’s eyes widened as despair took hold of his heart. Without a thought he pointed his wand at the retreating back. Rational thinking wasn’t possible anymore as the only thought running through his mind, was that his boy couldn’t leave him.

“Imperio!”

“Protego!” Tom began to tremble as Marvolo blocked his curse. He had felt the sudden burst of magic and his craving for power took over.

“Marvolo!” His voice sounded hoarse alerting his boy something was off. ‘No, keep a hold on yourself!’ Taking a deep breath Tom changed back into his Head Boy role. “Get too bed.” He said calmer and received a short nod. He felt disappointed as he watched his boy dash off being absorbed by the darkness.

“Goodnight.” Marvolo’s voice reached his ears for the last time that evening.

-THTH-

Waking up to the familiar sound of the dormitory Harry opened his eyes. He noted it was Crabbe and a boy called Seth that were making the noise. Parkinson and the last boy, whose name he just couldn’t remember, weren’t in the room. “Could you guys shut up?” He yawned and received a hostile glare from the two bickering boys. In a second they were best friends again and make their way downstairs. Rolling his eyes Harry stretched himself and got out of bed. He couldn’t deny it was weird not to wake up in Tom’s room. Remembering what had happened his eyes narrowed. Tom had gone too far. ‘Using an Imperio on me! Like hell I’ll… hn… Let’s see if he likes being ignored for no apparent reason.’ The brunet huffed childishly.

-THTH-

The ignoring started at breakfast where Harry choose to sit at the end of the table, far away from the Head Boy. Everyone sitting between them kept looking at him, but Tom didn’t even entertain him with one glance. Angry he popped the last of his meal in his mouth and got up. Walking towards his first period he noted all the Slytherins were ignoring him. The younger snakes found it funny to trip him but he got up with dignity, closing his eyes to their mocking. Only when lunch came he found himself in the boy’s bathroom wondering how long they could keep up with their picking. Sighing he made his way towards the Great Hall almost praying Tom would just grab him and hurt him. Anything was better than the silence treatment. Against his wish, the Head Boy didn’t even acknowledge him. Glaring at the potato on his fork, he waited for someone to sit around him but the seats stayed open. Not being able to contain himself anymore he turned to look around him. He slid his eyes over a couple of Slytherins who clearly thought themselves above him before resting them on Tom. Angry he glared at him before looking away again. Looking straight into greyish eyes he felt his glare lessen. Abraxas was looking at him from his seat next to his future Dark Lord, Harry’s old seat, and his face wore a calculating expression. He averted his eyes from the blond and turned to the professor’s table for lack of a better idea. All of them were eating, some of them chatting happily with each other. Harry noted Headmaster Dippet was in deep conversation with professor Dumbledore and felt his heart jump when both men’s eyes fell on him. Suddenly feeling very conscious of himself, he got up and walked out of the Great Hall as fast as his feet could carry him. ‘Great, even Dumbledore and Dippet noticed...’

-THTH-

Walking around aimlessly his feet brought him to the library and he stopped staring at it like he had never seen it before in his live. ‘Without Tom’s constant observing, I can looked for the spell!’ He realized and turned his body entering the room filled with books. Immediately he scanned for the section that had anything to do with bonds of the soul. Quickly he discovered there wasn’t a special section on that subject. Walking towards the potions, he decided that would be a good place to start. Maybe start with the potion Neville had mentioned. Remembering his friend, he suddenly felt a little worried. ‘Neville can take care of himself!’ He told himself forcing to remember his progress during the D.A. meetings. Picking up the books that contained potions made from plants, he started his search. It took half an hour before he found the correct potion. ‘To identify the bonds that are shared between the souls of humans...’ He read in silence. ‘This is it!’ A smile appeared on his lips and he continued. ‘These bonds can be emotions like love or hate or be caused by a spell.’ ‘Hate must be the one binding us... Stupid prophecy...’ He did get a double feeling thinking about it. If the prophecy had never been prophesied, all of this would never have happened. He would never have met Tom... Shaking his head he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

‘It would have been better if I’d never met Tom!’ He decided stubbornly. Looking back into the book he was holding, he memorised the name of the potion. ‘Identify Soulbonds solution. Couldn’t they come up with something shorter? Like ID potion? Hm, they’re probably not yet talking about an ID in this time...’ Closing the book he putted it back in its respective place and turned to the incantations. ‘Tom must have found the potion and the incantation here, somewhere...’ He walked towards the appointed section deep in thought. ‘If he used a potion to identify the bond then the incantation must bring the one sharing the bond to him.’ His eyes scanned the titles of the books he passed. ‘A summoning incantation...’ The first bell signing the start of the first class, rang him out of his thoughts. Promising, he would continue his search later he made his way out the library.

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Three days had already passed since the silence treatment had been put into action but still no improvement. Tom still ignored him and his bullies had become more daring. The only place he could calm down was in the forbidding forest. At first he had spend a lot of time in the library but his bullies had quickly discovered that was his hiding place and enabled his search more often than not. When it got too bad, he had started to retreat to the forbidding forest. He only entered it for a couple of meters, not deeper, who knew what for monsters inhabited it in this time. Sighing, he laid in the grass staring at the trees above him. ‘I wish I was home.’ Harry sighed closing his eyes. He tried to picture Ron and Hermione but failed. Suddenly his eyelids flew upwards and he jumped up. A red flash flew towards him and he blocked it without a problem. ‘Stupefy.’ He recognized it and waving his wand before him. Another flash got blocked. The spells kept coming faster. ‘Three, maybe four people.’ Harry tried to guess while scanning the woods. He would have to do something soon before a hex got through his defence.

“Aah!” A war cry above him and surprised he watched how a body fell down towards him. He blocked the flyer’s attack but suddenly his body felt heavy and he fell down.

‘Shit, they got me!’ He realized he had fallen for the decoy. Wiggling he tried to free himself but couldn’t move an inch. Now he was starting to panic as he recognized three Slytherin students. The wand of the wizard who stood in the middle, pointed at him and a curse was yelled. He screamed it out. ‘These can’t be legal!’ The hex stopped as quickly as it had started and Harry tried to identify his attackers, choking back his stomach contains. ‘Too dark!’ Another scream and he felt blood enter his mouth. Now the person on the right stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“You should just disappear.” Harry’s breath stuck in his throat while he panicked. He could recognize Walburga Black’s voice anywhere. Next thing he felt was the pain, the horrible pain but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Blood seeped from his lips as his eyes started to prick. ‘I’m dead!’ The Boy-Who-Lived thought in shock and denial, before darkness took a hold of him.

-THTH-

“Please, you need to calm down!” Abraxas peeped from behind Tom. An insane glare told him to shove it. Practically running Tom made his way towards the infirmary where his boy would be. Busting through the door, he stared at professor Dumbledore and Madam Gomple who looked back at him clearly in shock.

“Marvolo?” Malfoy asked from behind him and their transfiguration professor nodded to the bed behind the nurse and himself. Pushing passed the two grownups, the Head Boy stopped before the bed and looked down at the banded teen. He growled as he took in the pale appearance that emphasized the new scars and shifted from the end of the bed to the side. Carefully, he let his fingers slide over the pale cheek and felt a wave of relief when he realized the skin didn’t feel as cold as it looked.

“Who did this?!” He hissed not taking his eyes of the wounded.

“Someone who has knowledge of illegal spells.” Dumbledore answered and he briskly turned to him.

“Are you accusing me?!” He spat at his professor who narrowed his eyes.

“You do have access to the restricted section.” Tom grabbed the sheets to keep himself under control.

“I would never do anything to, Marvolo!” He hissed threatening. Dumbledore had noticed the pause before the boy’s name but he didn’t care. It was about damn time that old goat learned to be afraid of him. He turned back to the infirmary bed and took his boy’s hand in his own. He would make them pay! Whoever had gotten the idea they could touch his property was going to die!

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