Dream a little Dream

Disclaimer: Hmm, am I making money off of this? No? Then I guess that I’m not sue-able.

It turned out that Harry wasn’t alright. Whereas Severus had wanted to be alone, Harry panicked when he was left alone. Tom had left “safe zones” around the house, usually a large, comfortable pillow. If Harry got scared or was threatened, he could run for a pillow, and it would have so many protections around it that not even Dumbledore would be able to break through them.

But Harry preferred to be with people that he trusted. If he couldn’t curl up next to Tom for some reason, Lucius or Draco were always there for him. Severus was Severus, and still not very inclined to touch anyone other than Lucius, but he was always there for Harry to talk to. Mostly though, they just sat together in silence, reading or thinking.

Tom was busy, arranging what he thought would be a pleasant surprise for Harry. The wizarding world at large knew that Harry was his mate, and the Daily Prophet was condemning his mate as, “evil”, and “weak”. Luckily, Harry’s rape had not gotten out, because Tom would have had to go down to the Daily Prophet offices and leave them a mass of burning rubble.

As it was, he was hard pressed not to go down and put the fear of the Dark into those idiotic reporters. He had decided that he might as well put off doing that until he had control of the ministry. While he had control of Fudge, sadly, it was not enough, as Fudge was only a figure head. Dumbledore really ran the Ministry, and it frustrated Tom no end.

Tom looked back down at the letters that he had written, and gave a small smile. He was “inviting” his cub’s friends to come and see him. Of course, once they got the letters and read them, they would be Port-Keyed to his manor. He picked them up, and tied them to his eagle owl’s leg. He knew that the two teens were together at the Weasley house, and knew that they would receive them at the same time.

At the Weasley house, Hermione and Ron were quietly sucking face with each other. They had been going out for a while, and had gotten closer when they had written Harry off as a friend. You see, both of them were extremely homophobic.

Dumbledore had fire called them, and told them all about how Harry had whored himself out to avoid fighting the war. Both of them were absolutely disgusted with him, and never wanted to hear from or about him again. He was nothing to them.

But when the owl swept in and dropped the letters on their heads (as their laps were blocked) they both had seconds to pull nasty faces before they were port- keyed to Riddle Manor. Upon arrival, they saw a thirty year old man with Harry sitting in his lap. The man looked up to see them, and they both gasped. The man was Voldemort! The red eyes told it all.

“What’s the big idea?!” yelled Ron, obviously very angry. Hermione just stared at him. She backed away, looking disgusted at what she saw. Tom forced a pleasant smile on his face, and shooed Harry towards his “friends”. Harry looked absolutely floored at what Tom had done for him, and turned back to Tom. “Did you really invite them here for me?” asked Harry softly. Tom nodded and said, “I thought that you could use a bit of a pick- me – upper. Shall I step outside so that you can talk privately?”

Harry looked scared for a moment, but steeled himself and nodded. He would eventually have to learn to be on his own anyway, and his two best friends wouldn’t hurt him. Tom gave him a big grin, and strode out of the room. Harry sat facing them for a minute, and Ron snarled at him, “You mean that you actually like him?”

Harry looked taken aback, but nodded slowly. “Tom is very important to me. He’s helped me through some bad things.”

Ron sneered at him and said, “You should have gone to someone that isn’t evil. Maybe then you would still be the golden boy, but now I’m not so sure about that. Poufs can’t be anything in our world. You stupid little faggot, why couldn’t you have known when to die? You’ve let down a lot of people. You let down Dumbledore, us, hell, the whole wizarding world! FAGS ARE DISGUSTING!!”

Ron had been advancing on Harry while he yelled, and Harry had been backing up. Harry looked around himself, and saw one of his pillows lying beside Tom’s chair. He turned to go get to it, and Ron reached for him. Tom burst back through the door upon feeling Harry’s waves of panic and hearing the yelling. He saw Harry curled up in the fetal position on the floor at Ron’s feet, and saw the Weasley boy breathing hard.

Well, Tom saw red. He reached for Ron, and said very calmly, “Miss Granger, if you would kindly take your letter and say ‘home now’, it will take you back to where you came from. Young mister Weasley may or may not be joining you. It will depend on how he answers a few questions.”

Hermione wasn’t top of the class for nothing, and zipped her way back to the Weasley’s. When she got there, she immediately told Molly what had happened, and both sat for a minute, trying to figure out what to do.

Harry had scuttled for his pillow when Ron had been quiet, and sat on it, staring at his friend with horror filled eyes. Ron had turned to him slowly, with hate filled eyes. Tom snapped his fingers and brought Ron’s attention back to himself. “Well?” Tom snapped, “What did you say to him?”

Ron looked nervous, and Tom got angry. “If you can say it to those that you consider weaker than yourself, than be prepared to say it to their protectors. And Harry has a lot of protectors that you can be explaining things to.” Ron swallowed nervously, and didn’t say anything. Suddenly, Harry’s small voice came from the pillow.

“Ron called me a fagot and a weakling, and then he pushed me down.” Tom’s glare made the temperature in the room drop about 10 degrees. Ron shuddered and thought, ‘I am so dead.’

Tom walked back to the door, and called out, “Lucius, I have another one for you!” Ron started to shake harder when Lucius Malfoy strode into the room. He turned to Ron and said, “Oh, how wonderful! You’re going to let me play with a Weasley?”

Tom nodded slowly, and Lucius grabbed Ron’s arm. Tom began to ignore them, and headed for where Harry was on the pillow. Harry held his arms out to be picked up, and Tom gave him a great big smile. “Harry, how would you feel about getting some ice cream?”

Harry nodded, and Tom picked him up. While they were eating ice cream, Ron was in the Malfoy dungeons. As Lucius pulled him along, Ron saw many scary things. The Dursleys were still alive, and all of them were feeling the pains that they had put Harry through. Their punishments wouldn’t end for 15 years, as long as they had tormented Harry. He saw skeletons, and strange instruments of torture. Finally Malfoy arrived at a cell and tossed Ron in. As he closed the door, he gave a small laugh. “I’ll be seeing you in 5 days boy. Give you some time to think about what you did.”

Ron sat down heavily, and felt incredibly stupid for yelling at Harry at that time. He should have chosen a better time than that, couldn’t he? He hoped that someone would save him soon.

Harry was being distracted from his earlier scares at the moment. Along with not wanting to be alone, he had moved up from closed mouth quick kisses to something more… deep. The first time that Tom had kissed him after his attack, he had just been waking up. He decided that he enjoyed waking up like that, and had followed after Tom’s mouth as it had pulled away.

After that, Tom had properly kissed him as much as he could. Harry discovered that he liked French kissing, and he told Tom that he was his first French kisser. Tom had been very pleased with that, and both enjoyed the contact that it afforded them. So they where sitting in the kitchen, well, Tom was sitting, Harry was straddling his legs, and they were making out.

Tom smiled up at Harry, and stood. “Come on cub, its been a long day for us. Let’s go to bed.” Harry looked up at him shyly, and said, “Just sleep, right?”

Tom smiled down at him, and nodded. Harry walked next to Tom, up the staircase and down the halls, and when they reached their rooms, he preceded Tom in. Both of them changed silently, and Tom crawled into bed first. Harry sprawled out next to him, and Tom laughed before tucking his cub up under his chin. Harry pressed a kiss into Tom’s neck and murmured, “Good night.”