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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Tom
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,263
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter Three
A slightly less violent chapter in which Harry finally meets Tom but in which he doesn’t actually appear. The next chapter will probably be in Harry’s point of view. Happy Reading!
-0-
Things were quiet on Privet Drive and anyone looking at the family in question wouldn’t think twice about their relationship. Little did anyone know that the Dursley’s lived in fear of their nephew, whom they believed would be pushed no further?
Vernon Dursley wouldn’t say what had happened to change his treatment of his charge but he stayed far away from the black haired boy.
This didn’t matter to the young wizard who simply did whatever he wanted. He could no longer be called on to clean or cook for the muggle family, a circumstance he gleefully imparted on them.
He would no longer be mistreated because he wouldn’t allow it any longer. He had become harder, more prone to violent outbursts of emotion and although it didn’t matter to him, he knew that the Dursley’s thought he must be insane.
Sometimes he felt like he was mad, the thoughts in his head at once violent and vengeful, calm and purposeful.
He knew that he couldn’t kill himself because before Dumbledore had dumped him on Privet Drive for the summer he had cast a spell to alert himself if Harry were in mortal danger.
The Dursley’s had known this and made sure that Harry wasn’t in mortal danger, just enough suffering and anguish not to call the spells attention.
He wasn’t in to self sacrifice anymore, despite what Dumbledore wanted him to do. He knew his purpose was to defeat Voldermort but he wouldn’t do it at the expense of his life.
He was worth more than that and he wouldn’t lay down his life for people who wouldn’t think twice about him. His so called friends hadn’t’ even answered any of Harry’s letters to them.
-0-
The Saturday morning dawned bright and hot when the boy left Privet Drive. He was going to Daigon Alley to buy the things he needed.
He wouldn’t let Harry walk around in hand me down rags when they both knew that Harry had access to the Potter vaults, the Black vaults and Harry’s own personal vault.
Oh no, he was going to show the world a different Harry. He would show them who he would have been if they hadn’t betrayed him.
He strode purposefully out the front door of number four Privet Drive and onto the street. He would catch the Knight Bus and make his way through Muggle and Wizarding London.
After a rather bumpy knight bus ride, he found himself at the entrance for Daigon Alley. Passing people overlooked the small boy in a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over his head. He was good at hiding because he had learned from Harry.
No one knew it was Harry Potter stalking purposefully down the crowded streets on a sweltering summer afternoon.
A glimmer of green caught his eye and the boy turned to see a store that he didn’t know had even existed in the Alley.
The shimmering silver sign proclaimed the store to be ‘Chrysalis’. ‘Mmm…’ The boy surveyed the perfectly pressed distressed jeans and dress shirts.
Flashing lights glimmered off snappy suit jackets and clean cut slacks.
He knew at a glance that this was his clothing destination and resolved to return after he had retrieved money from his vault.
A rush of cool air greeted him as he entered Gringotts and headed for an open teller. The goblin behind the counter squinted at him through watery blue eyes when he gave his name and stuck a hand out impetuously for his key.
Handing it over with a grimace, he was directed to the railroad cart that would take him to his vaults.
A wild ride later he was deposited in front of his vault where he proceeded to scoop handfuls of Galleons into his money bag.
A quick question to the accompanying goblin told him that he had 980,368,046.984 Galleons and 23 Sickles in the Potter Vaults.
There was 738,398,874,093,945 and 19 Sickles and 67 Knuts in the Black vaults and 10,000 in his own personal vault.
A pensive frown crossed his face at the number of withdrawals. 500, 00,000 withdrawal made by Albus Dumbledore from the Potter vault.
It seemed that Dumbledore had been stealing from the Potter vault and allowing Harry to think that he wasn’t allowed access to the money.
He could see now that it was simply a cover up for his thieving ways. He gritted his teeth and calmly ordered the goblin to block Dumbledore’s usage of his vault.
He would deal with the scheming Headmaster later but for now he would make it impossible for him to steal again.
Blinking to clear the white stars hovering in his vision after being in a dark place for so long, he stepped out of the bank and headed to the clothing store he had been perusing earlier,
‘I think that this is more Harry’s style’, He sneered down at his too baggy pants and faded cotton jersey. No one should be subjected to what Harry had gone through.
The bell over the door jingled merrily and he set off immediately to find something more suitable for the ‘new’ Harry.
Three hours, twelve tee-shirts, sixteen dress shirts, twenty pairs of slacks, eighteen pairs of jeans, three pairs of converse and numerous accessories later he wandered back out into the Alley with his arms loaded down.
He smirked and looked down at his new clothing. It was nice to know that something was finally going his way.
He spared a moment to stroke the custom faded black t-shirt with a pile of skulls on it, black jeans and black and white converses.
His eyes were devoid of the usual coke bottle glasses and instead a small wire rimmed pair perched perilously on his dainty nose.
Harry had always wanted his own clothing and now he had it. No more ugly hand me down from Dudley that hung off his small frame, no more pity filled looks when people saw his state of disarray or his taped glasses.
There was still more shopping to be done but it was mainly for school things. He juggled his packages for a moment and maybe that was the reason he didn‘t hear the crack of apparation behind him.
He whirled as a hand clamped bitingly hard on his arm and dragged him close. The hard male body he was pressed against shifted closer and cold ebony eyes was the last thing he saw as he was dragged into sidelong apparation.
-0-
The steady dripping of water from somewhere roused him from his sleep. Looking around he could tell that he wasn’t at the Dursley’s and recalling the black eyed man who had taken him, he realized where he must be.
He knew that Severus Snape worked for Voldermort as a spy to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore- calculating old fool that he was- thought Snape was spying for him on Voldermort. Harry had always found that suspicious and he knew that it was actually the other way around.
A look around revealed to him grey stone walls not unlike the Slytherin dungeons, heavy with moss and drenched with water.
He had a sudden flash of what would happen if he drowned here, slowly watching the water level rise and consume him.
The floor was made of the same stone and his converses sloshed in the three inch water. He grimaced as he lifted his new trainers from the water and sighed.
He should have known that good things wouldn’t last in his life but at least he could use a drying charm and a water resistance spell on them.
He waved his hand and a surge of magic rushed forth. He smiled and wriggled his toes in happiness as dry warmth surrounded them.
He didn’t care if the Ministry got wind of him doing wand less magic. He was almost seventeen and he was done being hampered by the Ministry’s silly doctrines and Dumbledore’s dangerous riddles.
A sharp clanging made him jerk his head up, cursing silently his inobservance of his surroundings.
A glance at the metal bars surrounding his prison showed them being opened by a man in full death eater robes.
He snorted dryly as he contemplated if Voldermort thought he would definitely escape and didn’t want any of his death eaters to be named by him.
He opened his mouth to say something caustic to the entering bodies but it died in his throat as he took in the man who walked in.
It was Voldermort, restored to his earlier glory. He walked as if he owned the world and maybe he did or would one day.
Thick curling blue black hair fell over a high forehead which gave way to piercing ice blue eyes, a patrician’s nose and a lush pink mouth.
He found himself swallowing rapidly though his mouth was suddenly dry. He would have never thought Voldermort was good looking but Tom Riddle was another matter.
Harry had felt a flash of attraction when he had encountered the half blood in the chamber of secrets.
He had tried to squash his inappropriate feelings but he couldn’t help but remember now the dreams afterwards, dreams of Tom Riddle touching him, dreams from which Harry had awoken with sticky pajamas and a faintly sick feeling in his stomach.
Closer, closer and still closer the tall man walked until he towered over the green eyed boy. A rictus of a smile stretched his face and twisted it into a mocking mask.
“Hello Harry”.
-0-
Things were quiet on Privet Drive and anyone looking at the family in question wouldn’t think twice about their relationship. Little did anyone know that the Dursley’s lived in fear of their nephew, whom they believed would be pushed no further?
Vernon Dursley wouldn’t say what had happened to change his treatment of his charge but he stayed far away from the black haired boy.
This didn’t matter to the young wizard who simply did whatever he wanted. He could no longer be called on to clean or cook for the muggle family, a circumstance he gleefully imparted on them.
He would no longer be mistreated because he wouldn’t allow it any longer. He had become harder, more prone to violent outbursts of emotion and although it didn’t matter to him, he knew that the Dursley’s thought he must be insane.
Sometimes he felt like he was mad, the thoughts in his head at once violent and vengeful, calm and purposeful.
He knew that he couldn’t kill himself because before Dumbledore had dumped him on Privet Drive for the summer he had cast a spell to alert himself if Harry were in mortal danger.
The Dursley’s had known this and made sure that Harry wasn’t in mortal danger, just enough suffering and anguish not to call the spells attention.
He wasn’t in to self sacrifice anymore, despite what Dumbledore wanted him to do. He knew his purpose was to defeat Voldermort but he wouldn’t do it at the expense of his life.
He was worth more than that and he wouldn’t lay down his life for people who wouldn’t think twice about him. His so called friends hadn’t’ even answered any of Harry’s letters to them.
-0-
The Saturday morning dawned bright and hot when the boy left Privet Drive. He was going to Daigon Alley to buy the things he needed.
He wouldn’t let Harry walk around in hand me down rags when they both knew that Harry had access to the Potter vaults, the Black vaults and Harry’s own personal vault.
Oh no, he was going to show the world a different Harry. He would show them who he would have been if they hadn’t betrayed him.
He strode purposefully out the front door of number four Privet Drive and onto the street. He would catch the Knight Bus and make his way through Muggle and Wizarding London.
After a rather bumpy knight bus ride, he found himself at the entrance for Daigon Alley. Passing people overlooked the small boy in a hooded sweatshirt pulled up over his head. He was good at hiding because he had learned from Harry.
No one knew it was Harry Potter stalking purposefully down the crowded streets on a sweltering summer afternoon.
A glimmer of green caught his eye and the boy turned to see a store that he didn’t know had even existed in the Alley.
The shimmering silver sign proclaimed the store to be ‘Chrysalis’. ‘Mmm…’ The boy surveyed the perfectly pressed distressed jeans and dress shirts.
Flashing lights glimmered off snappy suit jackets and clean cut slacks.
He knew at a glance that this was his clothing destination and resolved to return after he had retrieved money from his vault.
A rush of cool air greeted him as he entered Gringotts and headed for an open teller. The goblin behind the counter squinted at him through watery blue eyes when he gave his name and stuck a hand out impetuously for his key.
Handing it over with a grimace, he was directed to the railroad cart that would take him to his vaults.
A wild ride later he was deposited in front of his vault where he proceeded to scoop handfuls of Galleons into his money bag.
A quick question to the accompanying goblin told him that he had 980,368,046.984 Galleons and 23 Sickles in the Potter Vaults.
There was 738,398,874,093,945 and 19 Sickles and 67 Knuts in the Black vaults and 10,000 in his own personal vault.
A pensive frown crossed his face at the number of withdrawals. 500, 00,000 withdrawal made by Albus Dumbledore from the Potter vault.
It seemed that Dumbledore had been stealing from the Potter vault and allowing Harry to think that he wasn’t allowed access to the money.
He could see now that it was simply a cover up for his thieving ways. He gritted his teeth and calmly ordered the goblin to block Dumbledore’s usage of his vault.
He would deal with the scheming Headmaster later but for now he would make it impossible for him to steal again.
Blinking to clear the white stars hovering in his vision after being in a dark place for so long, he stepped out of the bank and headed to the clothing store he had been perusing earlier,
‘I think that this is more Harry’s style’, He sneered down at his too baggy pants and faded cotton jersey. No one should be subjected to what Harry had gone through.
The bell over the door jingled merrily and he set off immediately to find something more suitable for the ‘new’ Harry.
Three hours, twelve tee-shirts, sixteen dress shirts, twenty pairs of slacks, eighteen pairs of jeans, three pairs of converse and numerous accessories later he wandered back out into the Alley with his arms loaded down.
He smirked and looked down at his new clothing. It was nice to know that something was finally going his way.
He spared a moment to stroke the custom faded black t-shirt with a pile of skulls on it, black jeans and black and white converses.
His eyes were devoid of the usual coke bottle glasses and instead a small wire rimmed pair perched perilously on his dainty nose.
Harry had always wanted his own clothing and now he had it. No more ugly hand me down from Dudley that hung off his small frame, no more pity filled looks when people saw his state of disarray or his taped glasses.
There was still more shopping to be done but it was mainly for school things. He juggled his packages for a moment and maybe that was the reason he didn‘t hear the crack of apparation behind him.
He whirled as a hand clamped bitingly hard on his arm and dragged him close. The hard male body he was pressed against shifted closer and cold ebony eyes was the last thing he saw as he was dragged into sidelong apparation.
-0-
The steady dripping of water from somewhere roused him from his sleep. Looking around he could tell that he wasn’t at the Dursley’s and recalling the black eyed man who had taken him, he realized where he must be.
He knew that Severus Snape worked for Voldermort as a spy to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore- calculating old fool that he was- thought Snape was spying for him on Voldermort. Harry had always found that suspicious and he knew that it was actually the other way around.
A look around revealed to him grey stone walls not unlike the Slytherin dungeons, heavy with moss and drenched with water.
He had a sudden flash of what would happen if he drowned here, slowly watching the water level rise and consume him.
The floor was made of the same stone and his converses sloshed in the three inch water. He grimaced as he lifted his new trainers from the water and sighed.
He should have known that good things wouldn’t last in his life but at least he could use a drying charm and a water resistance spell on them.
He waved his hand and a surge of magic rushed forth. He smiled and wriggled his toes in happiness as dry warmth surrounded them.
He didn’t care if the Ministry got wind of him doing wand less magic. He was almost seventeen and he was done being hampered by the Ministry’s silly doctrines and Dumbledore’s dangerous riddles.
A sharp clanging made him jerk his head up, cursing silently his inobservance of his surroundings.
A glance at the metal bars surrounding his prison showed them being opened by a man in full death eater robes.
He snorted dryly as he contemplated if Voldermort thought he would definitely escape and didn’t want any of his death eaters to be named by him.
He opened his mouth to say something caustic to the entering bodies but it died in his throat as he took in the man who walked in.
It was Voldermort, restored to his earlier glory. He walked as if he owned the world and maybe he did or would one day.
Thick curling blue black hair fell over a high forehead which gave way to piercing ice blue eyes, a patrician’s nose and a lush pink mouth.
He found himself swallowing rapidly though his mouth was suddenly dry. He would have never thought Voldermort was good looking but Tom Riddle was another matter.
Harry had felt a flash of attraction when he had encountered the half blood in the chamber of secrets.
He had tried to squash his inappropriate feelings but he couldn’t help but remember now the dreams afterwards, dreams of Tom Riddle touching him, dreams from which Harry had awoken with sticky pajamas and a faintly sick feeling in his stomach.
Closer, closer and still closer the tall man walked until he towered over the green eyed boy. A rictus of a smile stretched his face and twisted it into a mocking mask.
“Hello Harry”.