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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?” Abraxas asked carefully when both of them left the infirmary again. Madam Gomple had shooed them out, saying she still had to perform a number of tests on the wounded sixth year.

“It was a Slytherin.” The black haired teen mumbled. His mind was racing. He was going to find out who did that to his boy and kill them. Slytherins were the only ones who had a motive to try and kill Marvolo. He didn’t care who it was, he was going to die.

“With how many were they? One or more?” The blond asked him, which made him stop.

“What makes you think there were more?” Tom glanced at his minion, who avoided his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and fully turned to the Malfoy. “What do you know?” Abraxas started to take a step backwards, but quickly rethought his action as he saw his Lord pull his wand. Tom pressed the stick under the other’s chin and ordered him to spill it.

“Walburga Black.” The blond panted and brown eyes glared at him.

“Why didn’t you stop her?!” He stepped closer and got rewarded by shivers running over Malfoy’s body.

“I told her not to touch him, but she wouldn’t listen.” The words freely rolled from Abraxas’ tongue and the wand got removed.

“I guess I’ll have to teach her the hard way.” The future Dark Lord got an insane smirk on his lips and changed his path to the common room. Like expected he found the Black woman on the couch surrounded by her fans. Without a second thought he raised his wand and started randomly Crucioing students. Walburga got tortured as last, before she could escape but had gotten the time to realise what was happening. Having everyone’s attention Tom glared around himself. “Who!” He hissed. “Touched! My! Property!” He could see the younger years shrink, especially the first years but he knew it couldn’t be them. The spells used would need a certain level of intelligence. With narrowed eyes he turned back to the Black woman. “Everyone out!” He ordered never taking his eyes from the Slytherin in front of him. Abraxas was the one who got the others into action and pushed them out of their house. Smiling like a madman, Tom mumbled a spell and dragged the woman up in the air. He let her dangle a meter above the floor and the next set of curses left his lips. Blood coloured the woman’s robe and her attacker stepped closer. He let his finger slip over a small cut on her neck and looked approvingly at the blood that coloured it. “Last time I was in the library I’ve read about this interesting spell.” He started and looked the Black into the eye. “It was an pretty innocent spell to dilute blood. A favourite of medics.” He wiped his finger clean on the collar of her robe. “But think what the effect would be when spoken over someone who’s bleeding unstoppable?” He could see Walburga understood where he was going.

“I-I’ll tell Dippet!” She squeaked and Tom smiled charming at her.

“Now would you? You really think I’ll allow you?” He asked seriously. “It is really easy to have an accident in the forbidding forest.” His smile fell while his eyes promised her a slow death.

“Y-you wouldn’t.”

“Don’t kid yourself, I don’t care you’re a Black. There are more where you came from. I’ve heard Orion Black has been making a great name for himself.” He threatened. It wasn’t a secret she saw her second cousin as one of her favourite marriage candidates.

“N-no…” The woman tried but there was no force behind her voice. He knew he had her. “I thought… you didn’t want him… anymore.” She mumbled stalling.

“He’s still mine!” Tom hissed and with a wave of his wand her leg snapped. Walburga screamed her lunges out.

“S-orry, I’m sorry!” She cried. “I asked… Burge and… Tupù…” Her voice changed into a whisper but the black haired teen had heard her. Mumbling a spell Black was released and fell on the floor, hard. Another bone had definitely been broken. Tom looked down at her and sneered in disgust.

-THTH-

Feeling numb Harry opened his eyes and stared at the all too familiar ceiling. ‘What happened?’ He wondered closing his eyes again as they hurt because of the bright light. ‘Walburga!’ His eyelids flew upwards again as he remembered what had happened. His breath quickened. ‘Without Tom’s protection I’m a sitting duck.’ The sound of scribbling attracted his attention and he turned his head slightly to the right. A wave of relief washed over him as he saw the Head Boy sitting beside him. The black haired teen was leaning forwards while letting his quill scratch over a notebook that was being supported by another chair turned towards him. “T-“ His throat felt like it was on fire but the other had heard him.

“Marvolo!” The quill and the notebook got dropped and Tom’s hands shifted to his face. “How are you feeling?”

“H-ur…” He couldn’t talk it hurt too much. With a worried expression Tom took the cup he had been drinking water from and pushed it against his lips. Gratefully the youngster drunk the liquid until the last drop.

“Tom…” Harry whispered. A higher tone still hurt his sensitive throat.

“I’m here.”

“Walbu-”

“She already got what she deserved.” Blue eyes widened in panic.

“She’s… dead?” Tom smirked.

“No, shé isn’t dead.” He emphasized on the ‘she’ but Harry let it slip. All of a sudden he felt so tired and yawned.

“Sleep, you need it.” The older teen whispered while stroking his hair in soothing movements.

“Tom.” Harry mumbled again closing his eyes but they shot open again when he felt a pair of lips on his.

“Don’t ever ignore me again!” The black haired teen warned him before kissing him for a second time. Harry’s brain told him that was what Tom had been mad about, but he was too sleepy to care. Feeling the other dot over him, he let the darkness claim him again.

-THTH-

The next day Harry was eating his lunch when Tom entered the infirmary. “You look well.” The Head Boy stated as he sat down in the chair next to the bed.

“Not thanks to you.” The youngster mumbled but the other had heard him.

“You’re angry.” Tom stated and Harry rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. Quietly, he continued eating until his wrist got grabbed mid air. He glared at his captor and the black haired teen leaned forward. With his face only an inch from the other’s, Harry was starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Stop it!” He demanded while pushing the future Dark Lord backwards, but his other hand also got captured. Tom forced his lips against his and Harry forcefully turned his face. “I’m eating, don’t do that!” He said and the Head Boy straightened a little but didn’t release his hold on the other.

“Why are you angry?” Tom asked curious and the brunet looked at him like he had grown a second head.

“Why am I angry? I’ll tell you why I’m angry! Someone tried to kill me all because you start ignoring me for no apparent reason!” Brown eyes narrowed.

“I’m not the guilty one here.” Harry looked at him in disbelieve.

“You’re not? Then whose fault it this?”

“Walburga.” Came the response without the slightest hesitation.

“And why did she try to kill me?” The brunet felt like he was helping a little kid find the answer on a question himself. A sneer pulled at Tom’s lips but he didn’t let it show.

“She still had the impression she was in control.”

‘What?!’ Harry yelled inside his head. “She wouldn’t have thought that if you hadn’t fed her... disillusion.” He said lacking a better word, but it seemed the right one to say to the black haired teen.

“A Black always needs... a different approach.” Tom finally released his wrists and leaned backwards against the chair support. Harry could only stare at him.

‘He really doesn’t get it, does he?’

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anybody hurt you ever again.” The future Dark Lord promised with a small smile.

“Maybe I should let professor Stocks predict my future again, then you can know when to be attentive.” Harry answered sarcastic. ‘If anybody is going to hurt me, it will be you!’

“That won’t be necessary.” Tom answered without a doubt.

‘Being angry at him is really useless!’ Harry thought frustrated as they heard a door open. They watched Dumbledore enter and walk over to them. Tom openly glared at the professor but didn’t say a word.

“Good to see you awake, Marvolo and I see Tom’s visiting.” The future Headmaster smiled.

“Professor Dumbledore, I didn’t expect a visit from you.” Harry answered honestly, having forgotten his anger immediately. Tom grumbled something but the youngster ignored him.

“Of course, I was very worried about you.” The normally sparkling blue eyes glanced at Tom without discretion.

“Thank you, I’m doing fine.” He felt a hand crawled on the bed and watched how the Head Boy slipped his hand into his. His eyebrow rose in astonishment before rolling his eyes. Clearly, this display was to appease Dumbledore. ‘Does he really think Tom did this to me?’ He wondered and turned back to the future Headmaster. Surprised he saw the blue eyes fixated on the entwined hands. ‘Clearly he does. The Dumbledore I know wouldn’t be this obvious.’ Both visitors stayed until the next bell rang and then were trying to make the other leave first. In the end, Dumbledore sacrificed his pride and left first, telling Tom he expected him to be on time for his next class. Tom returned a last time to the bed and gave Harry a kiss before finally departing himself.

-THTH-

After a week Harry got discharged and Tom had told him to wait for him at the infirmary. The Head Boy would pick him up between classes. Since he had woken up the black haired teen had been glued to him again and he had giving up on being angry at him. It was useless if Tom didn’t believe it to be his fault, no matter how hard Harry tried to make him see reason and he had tried. He knew he should still be angry, but he also knew he shouldn’t be pushing Tom’s buttons, yet. Now, it felt like before, like they had never ignored each other, but Harry realized, he still didn’t know what had triggered Tom’s anger in the first place. Every time he thought about it, there was something in the back of his mind that he couldn’t remember. He would have to ask, since he had to know how to avoid this from happening again in the future. He heard the bell and got up. Knowing Tom, he would be here in a couple of minutes. “You’re ready?” The black haired teen asked the moment he saw him. With a small smile, Harry nodded and walked to the other who greeted him with a kiss. He hated that he had missed those simple kisses and felt a blush creep onto his cheeks. Tom laughed at the usual redness and kissed him again.

“Come on, Parkinson has been bugging Malfoy long enough.” This surprised Harry since his classmate hadn’t visit him.

“Ignatius’ worried?” Tom glanced surprised at him as they were walking through the corridor. “He didn’t visit so I…”

“Nobody got permission to visit.” The future Dark Lord interrupted him and Harry couldn’t help but wonder whose permission they failed to obtain.

“You visited me.” He pried.

“Of course.” But didn’t get more. “I’m Head Boy and you’re boyfriend.” Tom continued and smirked seeing the blush appear again.

“Abraxas’ my cousin.”

“He visited a couple of times when you were asleep.” Harry realized he wouldn’t get the answers he wanted if he didn’t asked the question straight out.

“Was it you who forbid anyone to visit me?” The black haired teen smirked again, knowing this was the question he wanted an answer too.

“Yes.”

“Why?” Tom gave him an odd look.

“They tried to kill you!” Harry slumped a little. That was true of course. The black haired teen had only acted in his best interests.

“Did they found out who they were?”

“No, but I did. I only need to know if you remember with how many they were.”

“Euh… Three… one of them was Walburga… Did you hurt her?” Harry felt fear catch his heart. ‘Sirius!’

“She deserved more.” Tom spat angry making the brunet hope.

‘She’s still alive, that’s the most important.’ “And the other two.” Now the future Dark Lord glanced at him with a smirk, which was enough. Harry realized those two weren’t as lucky as his Godfather’s mom. ‘They weren’t in the infirmary. Did he hurt them so much they were sent home?’ He wondered sliding his eyes from the Head Boy to the entrance of the Slytherin house. Tom opened the wall and played gentleman letting him enter first. In the common room Ignatius immediately ran towards him, just holding himself back from hugging his charge.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I should have never left you alone.” Parkinson whined letting his eyes beg for forgiveness.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Harry glanced at Tom who stood beside him but he only stared emotionless at his minion. “I understand that you wouldn’t go against Tom.” Surprised, the emotionless face raised its eyebrows and the brown eyes turned to him. “Nobody could have known our ‘Lord’s’ fan club would try to kill me.” He noted a smirk appear on the once emotionless face. Harry had expected him to like it when he called him Lord. He was correct.

“Still, I’m sorry.” He turned his attention back to Ignatius and smiled friendly.

“Don’t worry about it.” Tom’s hand pushed against his back informing him he wanted to continue to his room. “Excuse us.” He apologized for both of them, before letting the hand lead him away from Parkinson. He nodded at Abraxas who was looking at them as they passed him. The blond smiled his usual smile and Harry could feel his eyes lingering on them until a wall disrupted him. “Tom?” The brunet asked as the Head Boy pushed him into his room. The door got closed with a kick of the black haired teen’s feet and Tom attacked him. Before he realized what had happened the Boy-Who-Lived was laying underneath the future Dark Lord on his bed, getting the living daylight kissed out of him. They broke apart and Tom flicked his wand.

“Better!” The black haired teen groaned and trailed butterfly kisses from his chin to his neck where he started to nibble on the sensitive skin.

“T-om!” Harry panted pressing his body closer to the one on top of him. The Head Boy’s hand slipped under his shirt finding his nipples. “To-oh!” Harry cried as the other’s tongue suddenly licked his bellybutton. He could feel himself getting hard and looked through half open eyes at his pants. The bulge was clearly visible and he arched up brushing his dick against the equal hard one of Tom.

“Shit!” The black haired teen panted and Harry felt himself twitch at the warm breath stroking his tummy. He started to pull on the other’s shirt wanting more skin contact. The Head Boy listened and quickly pulled his shirt over his head. Stretching his hand Harry wanted to pull him closer again but Tom took it in his own and stared down at him. Lust coloured the brown eyes and the youngster knew he liked this look the best on the future Dark Lord’s face.

“Tom!” He moaned and the Head Boy brought the other’s hand to his mouth and let his fingers slip in. “To-om!” Smirking a tongue twirled around the tips before letting them slip out again. Once more Harry arched up and let the two clothed dicks clash while the other briskly pulled his already half raised shirt over his head. He kept bucking up as those teasing hands slid over his now naked chest towards his belt and opened it. Locked in his lustful daze, Harry didn’t noticed Tom had undressed him completely until he felt his cock brush against the equal naked one of the black haired teen. The touch was almost enough to make him spill but the Head Boy clasped his dick stopping him. “Tom!” Harry whined as he felt those sinful lips attach to his neck again. His arms slipped around the Head Boy’s neck nestling one hand in the black locks. Pulling the head upwards, he sloppy kissed the other and moaned into his mouth when Tom pressed their cocks together before stroking them. “Tom!”

“Mar-…” Almost like he had to keep himself from crying the youngster’s name the Head Boy fiercely clamped his lips to Harry’s. Harry could feel the other groan into his mouth as he came and followed soon after. Panting Tom rolled off him leaving one arm to lay across his chest. Closing his eyes Harry let his body calm down and suddenly it hit him what he had just done.

‘I had sex with Tom!’ Shocked his eyes flew open again and he stared at the drapes above his head. ‘No, he didn’t enter… Why do I see myself as the bottom!’ His breath quickened again and the hand on his chest removed itself.

“Marvolo?” Tom asked warily as he raised himself supporting on his elbow. Harry rapidly hid his face behind his hands. He could feel the warmth of the body next to him withdraw.

‘No, I can’t let him distant himself from me again!’ “Embarrassed!” He peeped and felt the body stop before returning to him.

“First time?”

“Of course!” He looked over his fingers knowing his head was red enough to pass like being embarrassed. Hell, he was actually really embarrassed. Tom smiled, really smiled at him and pulled him against his chest.

“Then I’m glad I didn’t go the whole way.” Harry’s face heated up again at the meaning of those words and hid his face in the Head Boy’s chest. Somehow that made him feel better.

-THTH-

Having come to accept what had happened Harry stared at Tom who was getting dressed. The black haired teen had ordered him to sleep until lunch. The older teen would go to the last class before lunch as they had both missed the previous one. Having only recently been discharged Harry had an excuse but Tom didn’t, not that he would have a problem coming up with one. He watched the Head Boy check his books for the last time before turning towards him. As the other walked over to him, he raised his body to accept the kiss he knew was following. They broke apart and Tom made his way out. Sighing Harry fell backwards and stared aimlessly above him.

‘How did this happen?’ He cringe and closed his eyes. ‘Ron’s going to be right.’ His thoughts couldn’t be distracted. ‘But it probably won’t be rape.’ Opening his eyes again he turned on his side and pulled his legs to his chest. ‘I can’t reject him, can I? No, he’ll get pissed and last time that happened I got nearly killed.’ Biting his lower lip he felt tears sting his eyes. ‘It’s going to happen and…’ A tear ran over his cheek. ‘…I’ll like it.’ He hid his face in the pillow he was laying on and let his tears soak the fabric. ‘I’m betraying everyone!’ His hands crawled upwards and fisted the pillow on both sides of his head. ‘I should kill him, not sleep with him!’ Angry he raised himself and punched the soaked pillow. Huffing he kept punching it until he felt his anger lessen its strength. ‘If only my made up future was reality…’ He sighed wiping away the remains of his tears and stopped in the middle of his movement. ‘Could I make it true?’ “Maybe…” His head turned to the door where Tom had left through. ‘No.’ He turned back to the pillow. ‘Can I stay with him my entire life?’ His mind didn’t allow him to throw away this idea. ‘Can I stop him? Change his mind?’ Biting his lip again, he knew it was impossible to remove his muggle hate. ‘Maybe I can just stop him from killing everyone? But how?’ Sighing he let his eyes wander. He got up pulling a sheet with him and wrapped it around his naked form. His eyes fell on Tom’s desk and slowly he stepped towards it. Hesitating for a minute, he wondered if the future Dark Lord would have charmed the drawers. Reasoning this was also his room, his arm shot out from under the sheet and pulled the top drawer open. Letting out a heavy breath – he hadn’t noticed he had been holding – he was happy nothing bad had happened. His fingers sneaked inside and pushed some papers around. Finding nothing of interest he went through to the next drawer and then the bottom one. In the last one he found a couple of letters. The acceptation letter of Hogwarts, two from his orphanage and a last one from Dumbledore. Surprised and slightly confused, he pulled the last one from its envelop and studied it. In astonishment his eyebrows rose.

Dumbledore had simple written: ‘I refuse.’ Confused he turned the paper around and around but that was all that was written.

‘What could Tom have asked from him?’ He wondered while putting the letter back and closing the drawer. Shaking his head he walked towards the dresser and went through it without luck. After searching the entire room the only odd thing he had found was Dumbledore’s letter. “Tom would never let anything of importance laying around.” He mumbled sitting back down on the bed. His eyes darted to the sheet around him and he realized he had been walking around in soiled sheets. “I need a shower!” He decided and let the sheet fall from his shoulders. He mumbled a cleaning spell to remove all the sticky sperm and dressed again. ‘My stuff’s still in the sixth year’s dormitory.’ He realized and checked the room a last time before leaving. He walked towards the common room turning to the door that led to the boys’ dormitory. He found one boy in their shared room, the one who’s name he just couldn’t remember. He smiled friendly when his roommate turned towards him, having heard the door opening.

“Who are you?” The boy asked to his surprise.

“It’s me, Marvolo.” His roommate looked oddly at him.

“Didn’t you have brown hair?”

“What?” Surprised Harry touched his locks and only now noted they were a lot shorter again. ‘Tom dispelled my cover! When did he do that?’ He wondered the last. “Just trying something new.” He explained and walked towards his trunk turning his back to the other. He couldn’t risk him also seeing his different eye colour or his scar. Gathering the things he needed, he moved to the bathroom and quickly cleaned himself.

-THTH-

Desperately Harry stared at his reflection. His hair looked like Ron’s and his eyes were a mixture of blue and red. “I’ve never been good at these spells. We’ve always used a Polyjuice potion.” He whined to his reflection. He dispelled the charms and sighed in defeat. “I need Tom.”

-THTH-

Tom felt his anger rise and knocked down on the table. Abraxas looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

“Maybe he fell asleep.” He suggested, wishing he hadn’t when brown eyes turned murderously at him. The Head Boy got up, letting his chair scratch over the floor and strode out off the Great Hall.

‘This is the second time!’ He thought angry pushing passed students of other houses. He walked straight towards his room and fisted his hands when his boy wasn’t present. Hysterical, he twirled on his feet and breathing heavily he made his way towards the boys’ dorms. “Marvolo!” His voice raged through the boy’s room and to his surprise he got an answer.

“Tom?” A squeaky voice came from behind him. Turning to the noise, he registered it came from the bathroom.

“Marvolo!” He hissed angry.

“Tom! Are you alone?” Confused he blinked.

“Yes?” His anger was stabilizing.

“Don’t laugh!” Came the voice again before the door opened a little. His hand found itself around the wood and pulled the door entirely open. Shocked, he stared at the boy before him, his anger completely forgotten and burst out in laughter. “Don’t laugh!” Marvolo screamed trying to hid his face. It didn’t help as it was his hair that looked funny. Brown eyes focused on the pink locks that turned green at the tips. “I’ve never used a spell to change my appearance only potions!” Marvolo whined. “Why did you have to drop my alias?!” Tom forced a smirk on his face.

“You look best natural.” Cheeks cornered by pink-green hair turned red. Biting down another wave of laughter, the Head Boy pulled out his wand and changed his boy’s appearance to his alias. The youngster immediately checked himself in the mirror and sighed in relief.

“Thanks, you have no idea how long I’ve been here.”

“Long enough to miss half of lunch.” Tom reminded himself why he had been mad and got a look full disbelieve.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, you’re serious?” He nodded.

“Come we need to go if you still want something to eat.” He took his boy’s hand in his own and pulled him to the Great Hall.

“Oh Merlin, you weren’t kidding.” Tom couldn’t help but laugh seeing the youngster’s face. “Sorry, you had to wait.” Marvolo quickly apologized and a warmth spread through the black haired teen’s body.

‘He has learned.’ He thought fondly leading his boy to their seats.

-THTH-

Tom followed his boy around his room, making sure Marvolo didn’t mess up all of his papers and clothes. “Can I borrow a notebook?” The brunet turned to him and the Head Boy leaned passed him to open one of his drawers. He noted his boy stiffen a little and smirked guessing he was still embarrassed. He withdraw an empty pad and held it next to his face.

“What do I get for it?” He teased and watched with pleasure how the blue orbs widened for a second before the boy got an teasing smile of his own. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Tom’s neck and gave him pecks on the lips. With calculated pressure Marvolo changed the pecks into real kisses until Tom desperately wanted more. He raised his boy and sat him on the desk while letting his tongue enter the known cavern.

“Hn, Tom… Ignatius... is waiting.” He sighed the last and leaned in for the next kiss. The Head Boy chuckled and indulged him. A last peck and he released his boy by stepping backwards. “Tease!” Marvolo pouted but got on his feet and grabbed the things he had dropped. “I’ll be back at nine.” He announced but his eyes clearly asked permission, which he got. Happily the brunet skipped out of the room and Tom couldn’t help but smile. He knew he was in deep, but he didn’t care anymore. It felt right to be with Marvolo. Even the part that had been against the boy had shut up. Marvolo belonged to him, only him and would never betray him. Sure, he could be stubborn but that was a good quality. It would keep him by his side. Nobody would be able to change his mind in leaving him. He smiled as he remembered that was how the brunet had described his future self. Yes, Marvolo was meant to stay. He only wished he knew his real name. He couldn’t help himself, he wouldn’t want to do anything that could hurt the future ‘Marvolo’. If he knew his name he could protect the boy from birth but he also understood that his boy wouldn’t risk it. Not yet that is. He counted on the brunet spilling his secrets in the future. Smirking he sat down at his desk and pulled out his own homework.

-THTH-

“So, everything’s okay again between you two?” Ignatius had to ask while they walked towards the library. Harry smiled happily.

“Even better.” He had decided to make his fake future the real one and was enjoying doing so.

“Good to hear. Well, even if you two have another fight I know nobody would dare to touch a hair on your head. Professor Stocks won’t be predicting your death for a second time.” Parkinson opened the library door and let him enter first.

“What do you mean?” He lowered his voice as the librarian gave him a warning look. They walked to the back where the watcher couldn’t see or hear them.

“Don’t you know?” Harry shook his head. “Burge and Tupù have had an unfortunate accident in the forbidden forest.” Ignatius informed him and his eyes widened. “They didn’t survive.”

“You don’t think Tom…” He was shaking his head in denial. Parkinson sighed.

“The facts are that when our Lord came back from the infirmary after visiting you for the first time, he started… punishing everyone in the common room before ordering everyone out. Only he and Walburga Black stayed behind and when we were allowed inside again, the woman was laying on the ground, dressed in bloody clothes and with multiple broken bones. Two days after, Burge and Tupù were found in the forbidden forest. Their bodies were found shredded into pieces, completely unrecognized, they only found out they were Slytherins because of their robes. The bodies had to be identified by taking attendances of everyone of us.” Harry was now shaking his head fiercely while fisting his hands.

“He wouldn’t…” He mumbled before remembering about the diary and the Gaunt ring. “He would…” Ignatius nodded sadly. ‘He already has… and his soul is already incomplete.’ Harry suddenly felt completely lost. Would he be able to stop Tom from splitting his soul even more?

“Look at it positively, you’re the safest person in Hogwarts.” His classmate tried to cheer him up. Harry sneered at that.

“What happened to Walburga?” He had to ask.

“Her family took her out of school for the time being. She even refused to go to the infirmary.” Ignatius answered.

‘Because I was there...’ Harry sighed. “Let’s just get on with our report.” The other boy nodded and dropped his bag on a table before disappearing between the book racks. Sighing the brunet dropped down on a chair.

-THTH-

After bidding goodnight to Ignatius, Harry slowly walked to the Head Boy’s quarters. He stopped before the door and stared at it. ‘I have to ask him.’ He thought and sighed. His hand grabbed the handle and he noticed he was quivering. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and entered. He found Tom laying on his bed while flipping through a book. The black haired teen looked up from his page and a smile appeared on his face but it disappeared again when he noticed Harry’s expression.

“What’s wrong?” Shivers ran up his arms as the brunet stepped closer to the bed.

“Tom…” ‘How am I going to ask this? Did you kill them?’ The blue eyes avoided looking at the teen on the bed. “I heard about the two students that died in the forbidden forest.” Now he did forced his orbs on the other. He wanted to see his reaction. The Head Boy only patted the space beside him and against his better judgment he listened. He felt the bed dip under him while his back was aimed at the future Dark Lord. Arms pulled him backwards against a chest and he let himself be laid down. Tom didn’t say a word, instead he seemed to be waiting for the youngster to continue. “Did…” Harry pressed his eyes closed and quickly rambled. “Did you kill them?” He could feel his heart start a marathon and his breathing accelerated. He felt Tom move under him, making him turn around and hands grabbed his head. Knowing he had to open his eyes again, he slowly raised his eyelids and looked straight into brown orbs.

“Yes.” The future Dark Lord answered seriously but calm. In shock, Harry’s mouth flew open but no word left his throat. He scooted backwards and for the first time since who knows when, he felt scared. His mind was screaming at him. He should have seen this coming. Tom was Voldemort! And nothing he did would change that. He’d have to kill him.

“They tried to kill you!” The Head Boy raised his voice while crawling after him.

“But they didn’t! They… you…” He didn’t know what to do anymore and tumbled of the bed.

“Marvolo!” Tom’s voice sounded worried and desperately he looked up. He was begging the Head Boy to take back his words. Of course that wouldn’t happen, instead hands found themselves back on his cheeks and lips pressed against his. The kiss was bitter but he let it continue. The hands moved to his waist and pulled him back on the bed.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Tom promised sweetly while wiping away a tear that had fallen from Harry’s eyes.

“Don’t…don’t kill, please don’t kill.” He mumbled unable to keep more tears from falling. Tom shot him a hurt look and the brunet pushed him of him. “I-I can’t… stay with someone who takes human lives like they are nothing.” Again the hands found themselves around him and he wanted to push them of him for a second time, but instead they pulled him against the Head Boy’s chest.

“I’ve only killed people who deserved it.” He mumbled as explanation but Harry shook his head.

“One person can’t decide who’s allowed to live and who isn’t.” He sniffed and a hand pushed his chin upwards. Blue met brown.

“What if only one person can see how that person really is? Should he just let him live knowing he would continue hurting other people?”

“Who says that person can’t change?”

“People can’t change. Deep down they’re always the same.”

“No, people can change. They just need a chance.” Tom shook his head. He wouldn’t believe him and Harry was certain if anyone else was saying the things he was, he would already be dead. “Promise me you won’t kill any more people!” He demanded and the future Dark Lord looked surprised back at him. His brown eyes narrowed doubtful while the brunet begged him with his eyes.

“I can’t promise you that.” He answered in the end while untangling himself from the youngster. Without a word, the black haired teen moved to his side of the bed and returned to his book. Harry could only stare lost at him.

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