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Serpentină	By : Iced_Sygar Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 20913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A/N: This chapter is short. But I had to choose between a really long chapter or a short one and a normal-length one. So I chose the latter. I didn’t want a single chapter being overwhelmed with too much information or anything. The title of this chapter is in Romanian as well, a variant of the word ‘Seep’. Also, this still takes place in the second book, the Chamber of Secrets © J.K. Rowling.

After they left, Snape marched to his office, Tom following along quietly and indifferently. Once they reached their destination, Snape closing the door and locking behind him, he walked around to stand behind his desk, crossing his arms.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." He put, though it was obvious the words that spilled forth were difficult to say for him, as if he wasn't supposed to speak of them. "My lord." He uttered quietly, black eyes focused on the Slytherin boy.

Tom smirked at this. Oh, he knew that obviously his desire for the name 'Lord Voldemort' was obviously a success. And, if everything had gone according to plan as how he had wanted it after he bound part of his soul to the diary... "Yes?"

"My lord, why are you here?" He put, obviously astonished.

"What are you speaking of?"

And, from there, Snape filled the other boy in on quite a lot of information. His achievements and his terror that he instilled inside of people. But upon telling him of the story of the Potters... Tom's eyes went wide. He had not realized... A prophecy that determined that a boy would be his end... How he assumed it was Harry Potter... He struck down the parents but his curse fired back... And then the terrible story of him disappearing for ten long years. Snape knew some information about it, but not all of the details that Tom wanted. Then the stories about him possessing Quirrel, being struck down by Harry while he tried to gain possession of the Philosopher's stone...

He only grew more and more angry. His heart filled with a sudden and violent hate for the boy he had been trying to tempt for so long. That scar on his head was caused by him! How much power he lost because of that boy! He was at the very center of things, pulling on all of the strings to his wonderful tapestry that he had spent so long creating!

He nearly spat at Snape afterwards, demanding to know where he himself was now. Snape could not answer him, which infuriated him even more.

"Some supporter you are, not to go after your master in search! I shall be better trying to find myself on my own anyways; it's absurd to think otherwise!"

Of course, Snape tried to refute with the fact that he needed to stay with Dumbledore, keep a base within the school, and pretend to be loyal to Dumbledore. In the end, all of his arguments really did make sense, but in light of Riddle's anger--He cared not. He left in a fury from Snape's office, trying to compose himself and hide the rage from the boy whom he held so much hate for at the moment.

He needed to open that chamber tonight. He needed to. He'd open it with possessing Harry himself, forcing him down into the depths, awakening the beast, rape the boy to his heart's content, and then leave him to the Basilisk. He was so very angry and very determined that Potter would not get out of this unscathed in all aspects, physical, emotional, spiritually, everything. He wanted to take everything from him and shred it into a million pieces. If he could take that blood traitor while he was going down as well, all the better.

After Tom had left him, Harry sat alone and in silence in the hospital wing. He was worried about Hermione, about the fight with Ron, and now Tom had left him to speak with Snape. What would happen now? Why had they sent HIM of all people to talk with Tom? Did the teachers already know where Tom came from? If so, why send the potions professor rather than the defense against the dark arts one

'Maybe it's a trap' Harry thought frantically, 'I don’t even know where they went so what can I do...?!' He looked at Hermione, but she was still as ever. He was completely alone.

Harry waited as long as he could in the hospital wing for Tom to return, but he had to leave when Madam Pomphery said it had been too long. He made his way as slowly as possible to the dormitory. At every sound that might have even possibly been footsteps he turned... And was still alone. It was terrible; since he had found the diary, he had never been alone. Harry was unaware if classes had resumed or not. He didn’t care; he was going back to the common room to wait and watch the portrait hole.

Ron waited around one of the banisters he knew Harry was bound to pass by on the way back from the hospital wing. And, sure enough here he came alone and with the diary. Perfect. He hadn’t really thought this through much, but the idea was that he could take Harry if he smacked the wand out of his hand quick enough. Ron would have jinxed him, but with his wonky ass wand, he might do some serious damage to his friend. 'I’m sorry Harry, but this will help you more than anything else.'

And then as Harry turned, Ron pounced on him forcing the frailer boy to the ground with all of his weight. SLAM! The last thing the bespectacled boy expected to see was a flash of fiery hair and robes.

He should have been on guard--Why had he been day dreaming AGAIN?! The wand was out of his hand and someone was scrabbling to grab the diary.

"GET OFF!!"

But Harry had never been good at fighting, as he had learned from trying to fight Dudley when he was younger. No-no-no-NO! He could not let go of his precious book, not for anything!! But his fingers were being pried off slowly--This all happened in a matter of seconds really, but to Harry it felt like hours. The book was out of his hands.

Finally! Yes, the leather diary was free to take and he could finally make everything the way it was supposed to be! Once he got rid of this, Harry would stop being so stupid, and there would be no Tom to bother him ever again. Matches and a trash can would see to that.

Ron had slammed Harry's head onto the stone floor harder than he meant to but as long as it meant that the boy wouldn’t be able to follow him--It would be okay. Ron took off and did not look back at Harry on the floor.

Stars danced in front of his eyes, a rainbow of colors. But between those twinkling lights, Harry saw the familiar back of his friend turned enemy Ron Weasley running away from him.

Tom had stormed from Snape's office; the only thing on his mind was to end Potter and to stop anyone in his way. Hitting that mudblood or Ron would be bonuses to wreck the boy's life but all he knew now was that it had to be done. And tonight.

In fact, he was so pissed he couldn't have been bothered to find Harry anywhere in the castle at that moment and would rather transport directly to the journal, come back out nearby, and possess the boy to go open the chamber or something. He stood still to do that, focusing, and soon his figure vanished from the hallway it was in, making a few of the armored knights nearby turn to stare and ponder if he was just actually another ghost of a student doomed to lurk Hogwarts.

He appeared back inside his book, confused by the sudden yelling, then a 'thud', followed by footsteps and panting. He was being held harshly, feeing his already fragile covers being pulled at, and immediately became more irritated and pissed than previously before. What was going on? And he certainly felt as if this wasn't Harry. Or, if it was, he wondered who the amazing person was that was putting him through hell right now and making him run so fast. But, he was absolutely sure it wasn't the-boy-who-lived.

Riddle projected himself once again out of the diary, actually appearing in front of Ron and because of the pace he was running, made him fall back with a loud 'thud' that echoed in the halls along with a groan from Tom. In a matter of moments he tried to push aside the confusion, looking down, and realized that it was indeed the Weasley boy and his diary...There it was. His eyes narrowed dangerously as one hand shot directly for the ginger's neck without giving him a moment to even yell and the other hand shot directly to the book to hold it out of reach of the Gryffindor.

So, he thought he could swipe the book while he was away, did he? He chose a certainly wrong time to do so. Before Snape talked to him, he would've perhaps been a TINY bit more lenient... But now that he was severely pissed, Ron only served as another tool to try and exhaust some of this anger he had built up inside of him now and he was the unfortunate soul who chose to die tonight.

A cold vice like grip was on his throat before Ron even had time to react. It began to crush without relent or pity. His hands clawed helplessly at the older boy’s hands, trying to even get a gasp in, anything! But it was no good, no good the blood was leaving his head and his vision darkening quickly. Tom was much older than him and much longer, Ron could not reach or do any real damage this way. And frantically he thought that neither could Harry, who lay helpless only short ways back. It was getting dark, and he couldn’t make a sound as his 12 years of life were being snuffed out so easily. As he was fading away, he saw the now red eyes, and somehow Ron knew that he would not be the last boy to die that night.

Harry still lay on the floor holding his head and trying to make the world stop moving so he could catch Ron--Why did he have to keep acting so stupid?! He could only just sit up now, and moving his head made him feel nausea like none before. What was he going to do? Tom was missing and Ron had the diary.

Tom appeared in front of Harry, walking calmly up to him with the diary in his possession, now safely tucked inside of his pocket by his heart. His usual dark eyes held a spark of red that ignited them, but his usual, cool demeanor stayed. For the moment. It was as if he had never just choked Ron quite a distance away in the castle, kicked him aside, and left him to die where he was in that dark and lonely corner somewhere in the corridors, buried by shadow.

He kneeled down next to Potter, moving to pick him up and pull him onto his lap. He feigned care, however, it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so and it showed, because of the rage where his heart should've been now held.

"Are you alright, Harry? Wake up. It's ok, I'm safe and Ron doesn’t have me anymore. Let me take you back to bed, you look so tired, Harry." He cooed, stroking the Gryffindor's hair as he tried to get him to become more conscious so that his soul may seep into the boy and possess him.

"Wake up so I can take you up to the Gryffindor tower, Harry. Just wake up a little."

The cold floor left him and was replaced with a cold, but comforting body. Familiar smell and feeling, Harry started to feel warm all over from it. Words were muffled at first but then clearer, the voice he wanted to hear. Yes. He was tired and his head hurt too.

Harry didn’t care how Tom had gotten away from Ron so quickly. He was too mad at Ron right now and too happy about being cradled and held by Tom to care. He was coming round fast, he wanted to be with the older boy, and he didn’t care if it felt like his head was split in two. Rubbing against the body that held him Harry opened his eyes, and felt the strangest feeling like he was passing out again...

When the other boy came to, the Slytherin did not hesitate in possessing Potter. The book that had been resting in his pocket dropped now with no one to hold it and, reaching down with a hand much smaller than his originally was, picked up the diary to return it to his breast pocket. He stood up, seeing the world from such a shorter stature, but ignored it as he made his way down the hall with determination and speed.

This was it. He was going to open the chamber and no one was going to stop him. No one. If anyone dared to, he'd kill them off without any hesitation.
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