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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Tom_Riddle, Diary_Tom_Riddle, Ginny_Weasley, Lily_Luna
      Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Secrets, Evil_Harry_Potter, sort_of, Power
      Play, Anal_Sex, Humiliation
  Series:
      Part 18 of Harrymort_One-shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-21 Words: 3198
****** Dark Light ******
by CrazyJanaCat
Summary
     Nineteen years after the defeat of Lord Voldemort, the Wizarding
     World is at peace and for once, everything seems right. But what no
     one knows is that their hero has a dark secret…
“Are you sure you aren’t coming with?” Ginny asked for a third time that
morning.
Harry chuckled and pressed a sweet kiss on his wife’s cheek.
“I’ll be fine on my own, Gin. You and Lily have a wonderful girls’ day out,” he
said.
Ginny rolled her eyes and took their daughter’s hand in her own.
“We’ll be back for dinner,” she said before flooing out to Diagon Alley.
It had been two weeks since the start of the new school year. The very first
one Harry and Ginny’s second son, Albus, had gone. They’d already received a
letter telling them the boy was a Slytherin. Harry was quite proud of his son,
even if Albus didn’t seem to notice that for some reason.
With a pleasant sigh, Harry walked to his study and started reading the
rapports of his Aurors. As head of the Department, he only had to show up at
the Ministry once a week to pick up the paperwork he had to file through and
for meetings. Other than that, he spend most of his time at home, right here in
the study. Most of his friends had expected Harry to hate having a desk job,
but to be fair, Harry couldn’t have thought of a better arrangement.
He only spend half an hour working on his papers before he felt he was in the
safe and quickly put them away again. He walked over to the bookcase in the
back of his study. It was a very old one, with a large copper snake curling
over the side as decoration. At least, everyone thought it was a decoration.
*Open,* Harry hissed at the snake.
The snake started moving instantly, its eyes flaring up a bright green as it
sensed Harry’s magical core, verifying that the command indeed came from its
master. None of Harry’s friends were aware that Harry still had the ability.
He’d told them it had disappeared along with the Horcrux inside him.
The bookcase swung aside, revealing a spiral staircase going down. Harry calmly
made his way down. He was feeling very cheerful today, and he wanted to share
that happiness with his favourite secret plaything.
At the bottom of the stairs stood a heavy oak door with an extremely powerful
locking charm on it. The only way this door would open was with the proper key,
which Harry had always hanging around his neck. No one even knew it was a key
at all. It was just a necklace of the Deathly Hallows after all. The figure
fitted into the assigned sloth and the door creaked open, revealing a cosy-
looking room.
In the middle of the room was a double bed with soft, green, cotton sheets. It
was empty, Harry noticed, making his brows rise. The tinkling of chains moving
had Harry look over to the side, where a loveseat stood next to an oak
bookcase.
“Hullo,” he greeted the teen sitting in the couch, glaring at him.
Hateful dark eyes narrowed, and Harry saw a flash of fear cross the pale face
before him. Unlike what everything believed, Harry had never destroyed Tom
Riddle’s Diary all those years ago. Instead, he had handed Dumbledore a fake
and kept the real one hidden and wounded. He had revived the Horcrux inside
only recently and locked him down in his secret basement, which he had
constructed exactly for this situation.
“Sleep well, I hope? It’s been a while since I had time to visit, hasn’t it?”
“Not long enough,” Tom muttered, curling up on himself as Harry approached.
Tom had been in the basement for almost four years now, but he hadn’t aged even
a day. Harry suspected it was because he was a mere part of a soul instead of
an actual person, so he would stay the same age as he was created. That worked
out well for him. Tom was a very good-looking teen. There was nothing of the
awkward gangliness most teens had. He was tall, not an ounce of excess fat on
him, pale, creamy skin, dark hair and eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones and
a straight nose. He was absolutely beautiful.
“Don’t tell me you actually like being all on your own for weeks on end,” Harry
teased him.
Tom actually pouted at that. Usually it took Harry a while before he got the
boy to show any type of emotion, but he guessed it had been longer now than
usual. Tom must have been extremely lonely if he was this docile.
“Of course I don’t!” Tom hissed annoyed.
“But it’s still better than what you do to me!”
Harry’s eyes went half-lidded and he smirked deviously at Tom as he stopped
right in front of Tom, leaning down into the boy’s personal bubble, making Tom
swallow nervously and try to lean away, but he had nowhere to go.
“Oh? And what do I do to you?” Harry purred.
Tom blushed and glared at Harry with a very hateful expression. Harry cared
little for the boy’s feelings towards him. He’d made sure to tightly bind Tom’s
magic when he revived him. Magical binding had become the new punishment for
criminals instead of Azkaban. Dark magic, and especially the Unforgivables were
punished by a full, permanent binding of one’s magic, leaving them basically
muggle, though their offspring would still have magic.
“C’mon, Tom. How do I know what you don’t want me to do if you don’t say it?”
Harry continued teasing.
“You bloody well know what I’m talking about, you bastard!” Tom snapped.
Harry just grinned and cocked his head, silently waiting for Tom to say it. For
a few minutes, everything was quiet, but eventually, Tom sighed and looked
down, his cheeks burning in shame.
“I-I hate how you… t-touch me,” he mumbled embarrassed.
“And how do I touch you?” Harry asked, putting a hand on Tom’s knee.
“Like this? Is this what you hate? I’m not hurting you, am I? Not like
Voldemort did…”
Tom winced at those words and shook his head silently. He was frozen still as
Harry slowly started rubbing his leg up and down.
“Do you hate it when I do this, Tom?” Harry asked again.
“Why is that? Because I’m being gentle? Isn’t that good?”
Tom’s brows furrowed in anger and he pushed Harry away roughly before jumping
to his feet. The loose black robes he was wearing fell down one shoulder,
revealing more tantalizing pale skin.
“You can’t keep holding Him over my head!” Tom shouted angrily.
“I never did anything you keep blaming me of! I never killed anyone!”
“Those are lies and you know it, Tom,” Harry replied coolly.
“You’re the reason Myrtle Warren is dead. You possessed Ginny and attacked
students. You tried to kill both me and my wife.”
Tom pressed his lips together and looked away with a deep scowl marring his
handsome, young features. Harry sighed and stepped closer again. He grabbed
Tom’s jaw and forced the boy’s face up to meet his eyes. His face was blank as
he stared down into Tom’s wide eyes.
“Besides, wasn’t it you who said: ‘I’m Voldemort’s past, present and future’?”
he added with a smirk.
“You always made it very clear that you are indeed the Dark Lord, so why
shouldn’t I punish you for everything he’s done to me?”
By then, there were already tears forming in Tom’s eyes. The teen frowned and
blinked them away before levelling Harry with a withering, determined glare.
“I’m part of his soul,” he growled.
“I don’t have any recollection of the crimes you force on my conscience. I
didn’t kill your parents-”
Tom barely got the last word over his lips or he found himself being catapulted
through the room before landing on the bad. For a few moments, it looked as if
Harry was going to attack again, but then he took a deep breath and calmed
down. His anger melted rapidly and was replaced by a desperate sort of look
that took Tom’s breath away. Harry had never before looked so lost.
“You’re all that’s left of him, Tom,” he whispered suddenly.
“I thought I would be happy with him gone, but… I’m empty…”
“You… miss him?” Tom asked incredulously.
“Heck no!” Harry laughed, but it sounded forced, even to his own ears.
“I just… it’s like a piece of me was ripped out along with the Horcrux. It
feels like I’m not ‘whole’ anymore…”
Anger flared up in Tom again and he sat up straight, glaring at Harry with
fiery fury.
“So what? You decide to take it out on me?” he asked bitterly.
“Better me than your wife and kids, right? Is that it?”
Harry’s eyes widened in shock at the accusation and he shook his head.
“What? No! of course I’d never hurt my family!” Harry exclaimed.
“Really, your presence is nothing so noble at all… But… do you really want to
know?”
He was smirking again, though he had to admit he still felt uneasy after the
confessions he had just made to Tom. He’d never planned to explain anything to
Tom, but he supposed the boy deserved to know why Harry kept him here.
“Yes! Of course I want to know why you insist on torturing me!” Tom exclaimed
angrily.
“Because I can,” Harry replied with a soft chuckle.
“I realized that there is no Harry Potter without Voldemort. The world may not
need me to be their hero anymore, but ever since I was 11 my entire life had
been revolved around Voldemort. I forgot how to live without him, so I revived
you so I could have some meaning to my life again.”
“The meaning of your life is raping a spirit,” Tom deadpanned.
“You’re even more pathetic than I had expected, Harry.”
Harry laughed amused and walked over to the bed. He easily pushed Tom on his
back and crawled over him, smirking lecherously down at the teen.
“And you’re my prisoner, so that means you’re even more pathetic than me,” he
teased.
“Do you think I don’t know and lament that fact every day?” Tom shot back,
rolling his eyes.
“I know I’ll never leave this place alive. If I escape, or you find a better
meaning you’ll destroy my Diary and end my existence.”
Harry grinned and rolled off Tom, putting his arms behind his back as he
glanced over at Tom with a very smug expression.
“Then shouldn’t you try to make sure I want to keep you around, right?” he
asked amused.
Tom rolled his eyes again and stood up with a grunt. Harry put his elbows
underneath him to push himself up a little and watched grinning as Tom slowly
took off his robes, making a show for Harry before striding over again stark
naked. Harry couldn’t help himself from leering at the beautiful toned body of
the other male and his own pants suddenly started feeling too tight.
“You know the drill, don’t you, Tom?” Harry asked lowly.
The teen glowered at him and fell to his knees in front of Harry before
unzipping Harry’s pants and reaching inside. Harry moaned softly at the first
touch of Tom’s cool hand against his heated, erect flesh and his hips thrust
upwards. Tom snorted.
“You’re so pathetic,” Tom said, looking at Harry with a disdainful expression.
“I wonder what your wife and kids would think if they knew what you did down
here. What would Dumbledore say?”
“Dumbledore’s dead. He can’t say shit,” Harry grunted.
He grabbed Tom by the hair and pulled his face closer to his throbbing cock,
trying to get the teen to just get on with it already.
“You’re an idiot for trusting me,” Tom muttered before taking the head of
Harry’s erection in his mouth.
Harry moaned again, louder this time and his grip on Tom slackened until he was
only gently needing the boy’s scalp. Tom’s tongue rubbed against the underside
of his shaft as he slowly moved his head halfway down.
“Who says I trust you?” Harry panted.
As a reply, Tom let his teeth graze Harry’s cock, making the man cry out and
buck up, forcing his shaft deeper down the boy’s throat. Tom chuckled and
pulled back. Harry looked down with wide, startled eyes as Tom let his penis
pop out of his mouth and looked up with a dark smirk. Still, even as he leered
at Harry, he continued rubbing the man’s erection with one hand while the other
steadied himself against Harry’s knee.
“Something so sensitive, and yet you let me near it…” he murmured.
“Are you really not afraid that I might do something? What if I bite?”
“You won’t,” Harry stated simply, grinning mockingly.
This made Tom scowl in irritation and he glowered at Harry, who laughed softly
and stroked Tom’s head a little. Once, Tom would have been a worthy opponent.
He’d have been unpredictable and terrifying, even though he had the appearance
of a teen. But Harry knew Tom better than anyone. He’d shared a mind-link with
Voldemort for years, devoted his life to understand him and know all of his
reasoning. There was nothing Tom could do that would surprise Harry.
“You fight me and struggle against me, but it’s all just for show. You don’t
even really try,” Harry said calmly.
“It’s just for yourself to keep the illusion of pride or something, right? You
know I can kill you whenever I want and that I won’t hesitate to do so when
your existence becomes a threat to me. And Tom, there is nothing you fear more
than dying.”
While he spoke, Harry guided Tom back on the bed and rolled the two of them
over so he was looming over the teen. He was still grinning, while Tom looked
absolutely mortified.
“You don’t even hate me as much as you like to believe you do,” Harry continued
in a soft purr.
“You’re so, so lonely down here. Kreacher never shows himself when he brings
food and I often don’t have time to visit, so you give yourself almost
willingly whenever I do with only a few token protests that mean absolutely
nothing.”
Tom was now scowling again and turned his head to the side as Harry pulled his
legs apart and held them up by his knees. As usual, Harry took the time to cast
a wandless spell, stretching and slicking Tom’s insides before he pressed the
head of his cock against the teen’s pink pucker.
The two moaned quietly when Harry started pushing in. After a few pushes, the
head popped into Tom and Harry groaned and shuddered at the amazing feeling of
that tight heat surrounding him. He actually liked sex with Tom better than
with Ginny, but that may have to do with the fact that he could make Tom do
practically anything.
He rocked his hips slowly, pushing in a little further and watched as Tom’s
expression changed in the slight discomfort. It had been a while since he’d
last done this, so it wasn’t much of a surprise the teen had to get used to it
again. Harry paused to let him. He’d found early on that sex with Tom was the
most pleasurable if the boy enjoyed it too, so that was his aim. He loved the
way Tom would come undone underneath him, to see that proud, Slytherin mask
fall away in the throes of passion. To hear the teen, the man that had caused
him so much grief once upon a time, to scream his name as he orgasmed.
“Feel good yet?” Harry purred in Tom’s ear.
“Fuck off,” Tom hissed, though his eyes were already getting cloudy.
Harry laughed and drove into Tom with a little more force. The teen’s eyes
rolled to the back of his head and his hands shot up to grab Harry’s shoulders
with a loud moan. His slim, pale legs wrapped around Harry’s middle and pulled
him closer, his moans reaching a new pitch as Harry was forced all the way in.
“It’s been a while since you were this eager. Missed me that much?”
“Just shut up,” Tom muttered, looking away.
“You’re blushing!” Harry laughed.
“So you really did miss me a lot, huh?”
The longest Harry had gone without visiting Tom had been when he had been send
oversees for a mission when he was still assistant head of the department,
which was now Ron. He had been gone for a month and a half and when he
returned, Tom had actually cried in relief and begged Harry not to leave him
all alone like that again. It had been a good thing Harry hadn’t told Ginny or
the kids he was back yet, because Tom refused to let him leave again until the
next morning and even demanded a promise to return soon. Harry hadn’t left Tom
alone more than a week ever since. Until now at least.
As pleasure started building up, Harry groaned and sped up. Nails dug into his
back and Tom started moving his hips more eagerly to meet all of Harry’s
thrust. He had to be getting close too. Grinning, Harry grabbed Tom’s cock and
started jerking him in time of their movements. He dropped to his elbow,
pressing his chest to Tom’s and moving his lips right next to the teen’s ear.
“Come for me, Tom,” he whispered softly.
Tom moaned loudly and his body seized. His arse clamped down hard on Harry’s
prick as he came all over their stomachs, making Harry whimper and orgasm as
well, spilling his seed deep into Tom.
For a few moments, he stayed where he was, panting harshly in an attempt to
catch his breath before he moved off Tom and carefully pulled out. Tom shivered
and curled up, sniffing softly as he wiped away his tears. Harry couldn’t find
it in him to feel bad for the boy. No matter what Tom claimed, they both knew
he was anything but innocent. Tom Riddle had already killed when this being in
front of him had been created. He had intended to kill all muggleborns in
Hogwarts twice and he had tried to make an innocent girl take the blame, just
as he had blamed an innocent Hagrid 50 years before that. He didn’t deserve
pity.
“Kreacher!” Harry called suddenly, making Tom’s eyes snap open in surprise.
With a loud ‘pop’, the old house elf appeared in front of his master and bowed
low.
“I’ve decided to take my lunch down here,” Harry informed the elf.
“Bring it along with Tom’s if you please.”
“Yes, master,” the elf spoke humbly before disappearing again.
Harry turned back to Tom, who was now watching him warily. Harry smirked and
snapped his fingers, silently summoning a very special box from underneath his
own bed. One that Ginny never allowed him to indulge in. Tom tensed as he
recognized Harry’s collection of muggle toys and looked up at Harry in fear.
The older wizard smirked deviously at him in return.
“Let’s see how many times I can make you come before dinner,” he purred evilly.
 
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