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      Published: 2017-09-27 Completed: 2017-09-29 Chapters: 8/8 Words: 12692
****** Define Poison ******
by amortentia_on_her_lips
Summary
     Due to a Magical phenomenon, Harry is taken back to Tom Riddles
     school years in 1942.
     Harry's first reaction is to take Tom out and end the threat of the
     worlds most evil Dark Lord. But Tom has other plans in the form of
     Amortentia laced tea.
***** Gluttony *****
Chapter 1: Gluttony
Harry Potter POV:
Harry pushed the tears from his eyes as he walked up the spiral stone steps.
With a heavy heart he pushed the door open and stepped into the cluttered
office. Remembering each item, Harry took his time looking at each moving gear
and ticking clock. Slowly Harry reached the desk he could remember his now
former headmaster looking at him over.
He sat in the chair that his mentor had sat, and looked over at the empty bird
stand that once seated a great Phoenix. With a sudden burst of curiosity, Harry
open each drawer slowly, looking at the contents with a reminiscent smile.
Harry's eyes widened at the sight of a time turner, a beautiful one that sat
twinkling up at him in a dusty drawer. With soft touches Harry held the time
turner to his chest, thinking of how this object could bring back so many
lives.
As Harry continued to look, his reminiscing ended abruptly and he scowled,
looking down on Tom Riddle's diary. It had the hole where he stabbed it still
sitting in the middle, and the black leather now looked more dark purple after
the magic was ripped from it. All the anger and hatred Harry felt was all
because a young boy, stupid Tom Riddle decided to split his soul. Tears
splashed onto the book and time turner, but Harry couldn't care less as he
threw them to the desk and stood.
Before Harry could even make it away from the wooden desk, he heard a ticking,
he looked seeing the time turner had landed directly into the hole of the book,
and the dials began to turn. Harry gripped it in his hand, trying to free it
from the books confines, but instead of him saving the turner, he felt himself
being pulled. ‘Shit.’
Harry had no other words as he was swept back through time forcefully.
When he landed it was painfully in the seat of the same office he was just in,
but this office was different, Harry did a quick search of himself. His wand
was intact, his cloak was still shoved haphazardly into his sweater pocket and
the map was protruding from his pants pocket like nothing had happened.
Quickly, Harry jumped up to look at the desk. He looked at the sheets and the
dates on them while swearing. He noticed the ripped diary laying there with the
time turner nothing but golden ash inside it. His brain rushed to process what
was going on.
Armando Dippet was the Headmaster and the date, he was back in 1942. With a
last glance at the diary before throwing it in a nearby bin, Harry figured it
out. The time turner activated, and the diary was an anchor, he was in the
school the same year the diary horcrux was created.
This was too much. Was this another nightmare of Voldemort's creation? Harry
didn't care either way, he ran from the office and made it all the way to the
dungeons. His wand was ready, he was going to kill Tom Riddle. He made it
almost to where the Slytherin common room door was hidden when a voice startled
him out of his determination.
“You there, boy, where are you going?”
Harry turned to see a fat short man in expensive looking clothes coming up to
him. Slughorn looked at him quizzically and smiled. “Are you lost?”
For umpteenth time that night Harry simply thought, ‘Shit’ Making a quick
decision Harry decided feigning ignorance would be best.
“No, well yes. I'm not sure.”
The potioneer gave him a concerned look. “Let's get you to the headmaster,
young man.”
Harry did his best Luna impression and put a dazed look on his face as Slughorn
lead him back the way he came. As he entered the office for only the second
time that night, though it felt like more, he was surrounded by adults. They
all seemed to have been expecting him, but Harry didn't see Slughorn send any
messages- the portraits.
He was seated gently in a chair as a large kind looking lady came over and
looked at him, fussing over every flyaway hair.
“Oh, Armando, this boy looks absolutely horrible.”
Harry held in his sarcastic ‘thanks’ and let the lady continue her worrying. An
old man hobbled over to him and looked down. He wasn't as kind or eccentric
looking as Dumbledore but he could still tell this was the Headmaster.
“Now boy, you were found roaming the Dungeons. Do you have any idea how you got
there? Or where you are now? Maybe your name?”
Deciding he couldn't let the lie up now Harry answered with an unsure “No, I
don't know, I think- Harry sounds right.” He hoped they wouldn't catch his lie
as all the teachers stood near, towering over him.
The old man nodded at his co-workers and turned back to the boy. “You have
missed the feast, but Hogwarts wouldn't allow you in if you were not a student.
Now, let's get you sorted and see if we can get you all settled for the night.”
A man resembling a young Dumbledore lifted the hat and brought it towards him.
His mind cycling the same thoughts over and over, ‘I have to get to Tom, I have
to get to Tom, I have to get to-’ “SLYTHERIN!”
Harry never even noticed the hat being placed on his head, but he didn't care.
He was in Slytherin. He was going to kill Tom.
Tom Riddle POV:
Even though he awoke first in his dorm like always, someone in the school was
up before him. Tom looked at the letter on the end of his bed in annoyance. He
had become Prefect as a cover, and now all it got him was annoying letters from
teachers needing this or that.
Opening the letter, Tom frowned. A new Slytherin? He pondered it in his mind,
it was annoying, he knew all the current Slytherins and had them all under his
control. But adding someone new to the mix so last second could destroy his
perfectly ordered control of the house. He had to see to this new student
before anything could go wrong.
As Tom entered the common room he noticed the new boy immediately. No one was
anywhere near the boy, they were all waiting for whatever Tom decided before
acting. With the grace of his family line behind him, Tom walked over to the
new face. Cheap wire frame glasses turned to him, and bright green eyes glared.
Tom could read a person fast, and this one was just boiling in hatred at the
sight of him. Brushing it off the Prefect came closer and smiled down at the
boy.
“Hello, you must be Harry. My name is Tom Riddle, I'm a Slytherin Prefect,
please let me know if-”
For the first time since he had learned of his magic, Tom's eyes widened in
actual surprise as the boy stood and walked away while Tom was mid speech. The
whole room gaped as the boy walked away, and out into the Hogwarts hallways
towards the great hall. Abraxas, his most trusted friend came over and patted
his shoulder. “Well that was unexpected.”
With a push Tom removed his friend hand, hoping to brush the whole situation
off with it. “Doesn't matter, I have no time for children.”
Tom tossed the whole experience from his mind and headed the opposite direction
from the rude boy and headed to Potions.
Slughorn was an idiot. The man went on and on about dangerous potions and even
had his students brew Amortentia. He had some plan in mind for students to come
up with antidotes all on their own. But Tom could outwit this ‘collector’ any
day, he had proven so before.
Putting on the most devilishly charming smile he could, Tom went to Slughorn
after the lesson and talked the old man into allowing him to keep a phial of
Amortentia, in order to ‘study it's reactionary response to being combined with
hate inducing potions and spells.’ By the end of it, Tom knew he had talked
circles around Slughorn, and though the man was genius in potions, he was a
real life idiot at everything else.
Tom walked in satisfied bliss back to his single room. He opened the dresser
full of stolen, or gifted items, and placed the new phial of love potion with
all the other ‘dangerous’ items he had procured. If there was something Tom
wanted, he could get it, no matter what it was.
Slinking out like he never entered, Tom went to the common room and sat down on
the throne like chair that was always empty, awaiting his presence. Malfoy
quickly came and sat by his side in the next open seat as the space quickly
filled up around him.
A quick glance and he had caught the new boy's eyes with his. The boy was hated
by all after that morning's stunt. Not a soul went anywhere near him, and Tom
smirked. The boy didn't stop his glaring, no he only stared harder. How was it
possible for this child to hate him so, he looked at Malfoy on his direct
right, ‘oh’ he thought, ‘maybe he is in love with Malfoy like all those other
lovesick girls around here.’ Tom smirked as he leaned in to whisper in the
blonde's ear and saw Harry grow more angry. ‘Ah Jealousy, that has to be it.’
***** Sloth *****
Chapter 2: Sloth
Harry Potter POV:
“Get up mudblood! If you lose us any house points by being late we will skin
you!”
Harry turned over and noticed a group of boys his age leaving the dorm dressed
in green. Harry sighed as he moved over to grab his glasses and wand. He pulled
his hand back at the feeling of something gooey ‘Great.’ The newest mantra that
he constantly had going through his head was all just pure sarcasm. Smelling
whatever the other boys decided would be funny to cover his belongings in,
Harry recognized the putrid smell of snake musk. ‘Fantastic.’
Harry went to shower, unhappy of the prospect of having such a disgusting smell
glued to him all day. He had only been in this time for a few days, and already
Slytherin house hated him and was going after him with all they had. Harry
blamed Tom.
Walking down to the common room, Harry saw the face he didn't want to see alive
the most sitting and speaking happily to the other green clad students. Tom
Riddle ignored him, like normal, but today instead he noticed the blonde next
to the other boy turn to him and give him a sly smile. Harry guessed that the
Malfoy used that to charm the ladies. At least this one didn't have as many
daddy issues as- Harry stopped himself, he refused to get caught up in the
past- future, if he could help it.
Harry conjured the time and was annoyed when he saw he missed breakfast, so in
anger he turned to head to class. It was so early into class that it was
impossible to tell who was good from who was bad, but Harry was content to have
Slughorn constantly telling him he was doing an amazing job. Harry silently
thanked the half blood prince's book, even though Snape had written it, he was
able to still remember parts of it that were allowing him to pass his fellow
Slytherins.
His next class was Defense, and Harry could only look down to keep the wild
grin off his face. The first day of that class, the teacher asked them to show
their most powerful spell. Harry of course blew them all out of the water and
took his rightful place as top of the class. The teacher going on and on about
how Harry was even better than any of the 7th years.
But Harry couldn't allow himself to focus solely on school. He had a mission, a
reason for being here. Harry threw his invisibility cloak over his shoulders
and with a spell to silence his steps, Harry followed a Slytherin he knew for
sure was part of Tom's inner circle. The dumb 6th year thought no one would
follow him so late at night, and lead Harry straight to Tom's lair which also
happened to be The Room of Requirements.
As stealthily as he could, Harry ducked behind the boy and found a corner to
observe the room. Tom was fast to send a cruciatus at the boy for daring to be
late before he allowed him to take his seat.
Harry expected a lot from this meeting. Plans of world domination, chants of
evil rituals, maybe even some good old kick the muggle-born. But from what he
could tell it was just a bunch of gossiping boys speaking over ideas on how to
bully students they disliked. Harry rolled his eyes, how on earth had these
losers managed to become an evil dark army?
He started paying attention, maybe something would slip that would allow him an
opportunity to take them down. After listening for an hour, all he learned is
that he was hated, and so was a girl in his year, Eileen Prince, but she was
hated for just not being gorgeous, also for the fact that she was quiet and far
too kind. His mind made plans to prevent any of their bullying attacks on him,
while quietly in the back of his head he thought over how to protect Eileen
without letting them know.
The next day was rather fun for Harry. He got a good laugh at the shocked faces
his roommates were sporting as they discovered that the prank they had set on
him backfired. In one of his less than finer moments that day he yelled at a
girl, a nasty girl, but still a girl. A rude girl named Olive had made a poor
Ravenclaw named Myrtle cry and run to hide in a bathroom. He made up for it
later though as he got the pleasure of punching Avery in the face for calling a
Gryffindor that he could only guess was a Weasley some pretty mean names.
He smiled as he thought over the shocked faces of the Gryffindors who were
trying to back up their friend. Seeing a Slytherin punch another's lights out
didn't happen often, but Harry hoped they would remember it and maybe tell
their children. Ron would get a great kick out of it.
Last thing of note that day was he managed to help Eileen out of her own mess
but hoped she hadn't noticed, he didn't want her to think herself weak.
As Harry returned to his common room, the other Slytherins glared at him, most
likely having heard of the day's events. Avery was still holding his black eye
like a baby, and everyone was silently hurrying Harry from the room so they
could talk about him. Shrugging he only made it halfway up the stairs before he
ran into a blonde annoyance.
“Harry right? We haven't been introduced, my names Abraxas Malfoy.”
The posh boy stuck out a pale hand, but Harry ignored it and walked up another
step, the blonde made a noise and changed tactics.
“So, I hear you're pretty confident. That's a good trait, one of the most
important ones I look for in a bed partner.” Harry jumped as Malfoy felt up the
back of his thighs and started on his buttocks. The blonde's breath was next to
his ear at the following words. “If you are ever… lonely,” this was emphasized
with a squeeze. “Than come find me.”
Harry shivered as he pushed the other away without a word and stomped up to his
dorm. He could tell without looking that Malfoy was licking his chops.
Tom Riddle POV:
Tom glared as a 6th year came late to his meeting. The idiot should know that
he didn't allow tardiness. Tom sent a red unforgivable at the boy with a smirk.
That at least made this boring waste of his time palatable. Regaining his king
like aura, Tom shifted in his chair to regard his gathering.
Harry, who know what his last name is. If he had to listen to one more thing
about this kid he would go nuts. Tom was already on the edge of anger from
hearing this kid got the love of Slughorn and marked as the best Defense
student in the entire school. Avery made the next comment.
“We should do something to really get at him this time, he didn't even react to
the musk this morning.”
Tom sighed, he was surrounded by children. Tom looked over at Malfoy who was
taking in the whole conversation with a smile. Tom raised his eyebrow towards
his friend.
“What's so interesting Malfoy?”
The rest of the room continued their conversation since it was normal for him
to discuss things quietly with the blonde. Abraxas smiled and leaned back in
his chair gracefully.
“Nothing, it's just Harry intrigues me.”
Tom thought it through and decide to share what he observed. “It seems the boy
might be intrigued by you as well.”
Malfoy leaned forward getting close to Tom with a feral grin on his face. “You
think so? That would be nice, I usually don't go for people our age, I like
them a way older, but the kid has a cute face and a nice little body, I also
love all that confidence. Wouldn't it be amazing to have those eyes glaring at
you while he rides you. I can just imagine those tan thighs pumping.”
Tom scowled at the disgustingly detailed idea and turned back to the room,
still speaking towards his friend. “You seem to have thought about this a lot.”
Malfoy gave him a wink and focused back onto the conversation.
Rolling his eyes Tom leaned back and tried to think of other things as his
idiot followers spoke on and on about bullying some girl and what laid in store
for Harry.
***** Greed *****
Chapter Notes
     Really just want to finish this so I can go play with my snake for
     the next few hours.
     .
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 3: Greed
Harry Potter POV:
It was only October now, Harry still had months before Tom would release the
basilisk and kill Myrtle. He sighed tiredly, it was still best to get rid of
the creature as soon as possible. With determination renewed from being unable
to do anything against Tom except deflect bullies and ignore Malfoys not so
subtle hints for the last month, Harry headed to search for the sword.
Hours of searching left Harry without a clue. Maybe he couldn't find the sword
because he was no longer a pure Gryffindor. He looked down at the sword he was
able to come across. From the looks of it, he could only assume it belonged to
Salazar Slytherin at some point. But that didn't matter, the Gryffindor Sword
wouldn't appear to him in this time, so this sword would just have to work.
It was nearly midnight and Harry felt a shiver of panic flow through him as he
came to the sink which lead to the chamber. What if he wasn't able to control
it again? What if this time he really died and wasn't able to stop it or
Voldemort? Taking a deep breath Harry ignored his fears. Tom wasn't there to
tell the basilisk to kill. He could only hope to talk the creature into coming
near enough for him to attack and kill in one strike.
Following the stone path, he came to the door which opened at his command.
Harry continued forward, his eyes hardened as he hid the sword behind his back,
even though it was not necessary.
§Oh great basilisk, show yourself before a humble speaker.§
The water moved in order to show the massive creature. It hadn't shrunk an inch
since Harry had last killed it. A great tongue flicked the air.
§You are not my Master, who are you young one?§
It was an annoyance to converse in small talk with the monster, but if it was
needed he would do just that.
§I am a friend of his. A fellow Slytherin. I wished to come and meet you, your
beauty is beyond that of what I imagined.§
The basilisk came closer and and showed her head fully to Harry, if he reached
out he could stroke her massive scales. His breathing calmed, it was time.
Tom Riddle POV:
Something was wrong, the chamber was open, but he had closed it when he last
left. Entering silently, Tom noticed a green robed boy standing before his pet.
The sword in the small tan hands caused his heart rate to jump.
§I am a friend of his. A fellow Slytherin. I wished to come and meet you, your
beauty is beyond that of what I imagined.§
Tom glanced up at this. A parselmouth. But who, he had searched far and wide
and had never found a single trace that someone else held the same ability.
Keeping himself calm, Tom made himself known.
“A friend? I wouldn't call us that.”
Tom's eyes widened as Harry turned to face him, the boy's shocked face turning
to anger. He didn't say anything as he clenched the sword tighter. Putting his
hands up in a placating manner Tom tried to calm the other.
“I'm not here to fight. Please put that down, I feel we should use our words,
not weapons.”
Harry glared at him long and hard but didn't release the silver sword. “You,
talk. Yea, doubt it. If I don't kill this thing now, you will use it to kill
all muggle-borns.”
Scowling, Tom wondered how this boy had known. Glancing at his pet Tom took a
gentle step forward. “I'm not as bad as you make me out to be. I listen to
rational conversations. If you put that down and join me for tea, than I will
personally tell the basilisk to sleep until I retrieve her upon my graduation.
I give you my word.”
This took some time for Harry to process and come to a decision on, but the
small boy set the weapon down and walked past Tom.
Tom lead the aggressive boy to his room. He sat Harry down on the loveseat as
he went to fetch his tea cups and order tea from a house elf. After the house
elf vanished, Tom grabbed the small cups. He glanced at Harry who glared at
him. With a smile back, Tom slyly opened the drawer to his prized possessions
and removed the small phial of Amortentia. Harry hadn't noticed the act, to
focused on the crack that startled him as the house elf returned with a hot
pot.
Three drops into the cup, and after swishing it around delicately, he added a
strand of his hair.
Walking back to Harry he set the cups down and poured the tea quickly. He was
afraid Harry wouldn't drink at first until Tom took the first sip. The boy must
have been so high on adrenaline from earlier and still filled with so many
coiled up nerves that he drank as well, he downed the whole cup and held it out
for more.
Tom smirked as he filled the cup again, but it didn't get to the boys pink lips
as the glass shattered on the floor. Harry moved from his seat quickly and
kneeled on the table before Tom, his shaking fingers grazing Tom's flawless
face.
“I love you.”
Perfect
Chapter End Notes
     I'm trying my hardest to try and keep the story from rushing an
     allowing the characters to build out. This chapter is when most of
     the stuff happens and so I attempted to slow it as much as possible.
     I decided to give Harry's view of the whole getting tea from Tom's
     view, because I see Harry as being super frazzled and jumpy at this
     point, and not in his full decision making mind.
***** Envy *****
Chapter Notes
     The chapter after this one is when shit hits the fan and bad things
     start happening, so if you don't like bad things, you can stop at the
     end of this chapter~
     Otherwise please enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Chapter 4: Envy
Harry Potter POV:
He couldn't stop smiling. His body wasn't in his own control anymore but he
didn't mind, as long as it made Tom happy that is all that matters. Tom looked
over to him, the perfect grey eyes crinkling with the boys smile. Tom was so
beautiful, he was so lucky to be able to love such an amazing person.
Tom traced his fingers down Harry's cheek as they sat side by side in the
library. Harry tried to think of it as Tom finding him just as beautiful as
Harry found him, but he knew on some level that it was simply Tom being
fascinated. That was good enough for him though, having someone as amazing as
Tom even glance his way was enough to set his heart ablaze.
He loved Tom, with every fragment of his being. Why did he care so much about
what Voldemort had done to him. He loved Tom, not Voldemort. And Tom hasn't
done any of those things yet, so why be angry. Harry's head was dizzy from this
train of thought, something in him was fighting it, fighting his love.
His thoughts left him as Tom grabbed his hand. He swooned as the marble soft
skin lead him from the library. Tom smiled at everyone they passed, keeping his
soft hand on Harry's the whole time. Shifting closer, Harry let himself lean
against Tom to get closer to that warmth. Harry glared at all the girls and
even some boys who tried to flirt with Tom through smiles and small ‘hellos’ it
disgusted him, couldn't they see that Tom was his, they needed to stay away.
The only one who could feel Tom's pulse, smooth those soft locks, look deep in
those grey eyes and kiss those perfect lips was Harry.
Harry followed merrily behind his true love as he was lead into the great hall.
Tom took him over to the Slytherin table, he was so deeply loved by everyone
there that they all gave him their immediate attention.
Without a word, Tom leaned over Harry with the two inches he had on him and
kissed him. Before the whole great hall, Harry could feel his cheeks burn as
Tom deepened the kiss, proving just who he belonged to. Harry felt tears spill
past his eyes. He loved Tom more than anything in this world, nothing could
fight that, nothing could stop that.
“Harry and I are in a relationship.”
The words were final, true and pure. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around
Tom as they moved to sit, he was pulled into his loves lap as they ate. Harry
couldn't stop his flaring red cheeks as Tom allowed him to give kisses between
bites of food.
Harry was in heaven. He was beyond cloud nine and beyond everlasting happiness,
he was in pure, unstoppable, blissful love.
Tom Riddle POV:
Tom was tired. It was fascinating watching the love potion work, and having
this boy who once hated him so tightly wrapped around his finger was useful.
But having to deal with the boys constant demand of attention was getting on
his nerves. He lead Harry to his potion class and gave him a kiss by the door,
mostly to keep Harry attached, and partly to show off.
Slughorn noticed the pair and walked over. “If it isn't two of my best
potioneers. Harry my boy, I see you have become friends with Tom here.”
Harry ignored the professor in order to stare at Tom. Coughing Tom thought up a
quick lie to pull Slughorn from Harry's recent strange behavior.
“Yes professor, as it turns out, Harry has been in love with me for a while, I
have come to accept his feelings as of late and he seems unable to part with
me, still to hyped up on his teenage hormones I guess.” Harry leaned closer to
him as if a magnet was attached to Tom leading him. “He's simply, over the
moon.”
Slughorn viewed the boys behavior in a different light now, giving him a quick
glance over. “Yes, quite. Well, Harry, I know you are young and in love, but
don't let it get in the way of your schooling.”
Tom nodded for Harry, “I make sure he gets all his homework done and I've begun
tutoring him. Now Harry, go to class and I will pick you up after.” Harry
nodded and with a last kiss walked to his desk, his eyes never leaving Tom.
With a last smile to his boyfriend and a nod to his professor he left.
Grabbing Harry's hand, Tom felt himself getting excited. He was on the way to
show his new belonging to his followers. He lead Harry the whole way to the
room of requirements. Harry simply followed behind him like a puppy.
Thinking it over, Tom decided it probably wasn't as bad as he at first was
making it out to be. So what if he had to throw the boy a bone as give him
kisses, it was better than having the idiotic long winded conversation with
Slughorn or any other professor. It was also nice knowing that Harry in this
state would throw his life away for Tom, dive in front of any spell and follow
any command without batting an eye.
Tom smiled again, no he didn't mind this love sick puppy, because it meant he
had a perfect little servant that he simply paid in loveless kisses and
whispers.
Tom sat in his throne and allowed his pet to crawl into his lap and face the
group. Everyone had probably assumed he was joking when he kissed Harry at
breakfast, seeing the boy here now must have been a real shock to some. Malfoy
looked at Tom with eyes full of betrayal.
“So it’s true.”
With a nod Tom pulled Harry's hair, exposing the long tan neck for all to view.
“I have gained a new possession. Because of a nice little potion, Harry here
follows my every command. No matter what it may be, he will do it, simply
because he loves me.”
Tom said the word ‘love’ in disgust. Abraxas bared his teeth in anger and sat
forward. “I thought you had no interest in him.” The interest was an innuendo
but Tom knew what his friend meant.
“I didn't at first, but don't worry my dear friend. I wish to try this little
treat first, and then I will allow you as many turns as you deserve if you
prove yourself worthy.”
The blonde's eyes widened. His face lighting up as he watched his friend and
Lord give a soft bite to Harry's neck, causing the trapped boy to gasp quietly.
Malfoy stood and bowed deeply.
“I will prove myself to be the most loyal and most needed member of your
service.”
More grins and smiles lined the table as the boys thought over what they wished
to do to the bespectacled boy before them. Tom had just won even more loyalty
from his members, all thanks to his little pet. No, this boy was no problem at
all, he paid in kisses and got back so, so much more
Chapter End Notes
     Love sick Harry is just. I just.
     The reason I decided to write the fic, (or rather prompt 3-4 months
     ago) was because I really wanted a time travel fic where Tom doesn't
     change for Harry.
     I really also love love potion fics (I mean just look at my, insta,
     tumblr and AO3 name) and I wanted a fic with Amorentia where shit is
     just chaotic.
***** Lust *****
Chapter Notes
     How many sex scenes is too many sex scenes?
Chapter 5: Lust
Harry POV:
Tom had left Harry alone on his bed as he went to the bathroom. Thinking over
the meeting he had just attended, Harry smiled. Tom was proud of him, happy to
have him and wanted him.
Gently letting his fingers trace the small bite Tom left earlier Harry grinned.
He and Tom were going to- he was to excited he didn't want to spoil it. Should
he strip? Or maybe Tom will want to do that for him. Either way he had to get
himself ready, but he had no clue how two men had sex. He watched the door Tom
had gone into quietly. He shouldn't move, Tom left him here, so here he needed
to stay.
The creak from the door sounded and Harry peeked up. Tom stepped out in only a
dress robe. Harry felt bad now, he should have taken off his clothes as well.
His perfect boyfriend came up to the bed and looked down at Harry where he sat.
Smirking, Tom turned and sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed Harry's hand
and pulled him to the floor. “Strip.”
Harry stood and nodded. He fidgeted quickly with his robe clasp before Tom made
an impatient sound. “Make its slow and arousing.”
Blushing ear to ear he nodded. Harry's hands still shook but he allowed them to
slid his robe to the floor, after removing his tie with a slide of his fingers,
he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and pulled it over his head,
exposing his torso for hungry eyes.
Tom took him all in and let his fingers slid down the beautiful chest. Harry
let the other pull the belt from its clasp and slid it from the loops. Not a
breath could escape him, he was already achingly hard. He let his fingers move
again as they pulled at his button and fly, his thumbs dipped into the
waistband of his trousers as he shimmied them down his hips and to the floor.
Slowly he slid off his shoes and joined Tom on the bed, only wearing his socks
and form fitting boxers.
Harry reached down and removed his socks, but as he moved to his boxers Tom
stopped him. The taller boy moved to sit in the middle of the bed, resting
comfortably against the headboard. He motioned Harry to continue. Tan hands
shook as he removed the last thing hiding his vulnerability from Tom's
beautiful eyes. The Slytherin prince beckoned him forward till Harry was
straddling his lap. Carefully he handed Harry a small jar.
“You can prepare yourself, but I will give you no help, you need to find your
own pleasure.”
That was kind of Tom, he could have refused Harry any preparation, but his love
had allowed him the chance to ready himself. He looked at the jar, but where-
oh. He blushed brutally red. Dipping his fingers into the jar, he leaned one
hand on Tom's shoulder and the other found his entrance, he dipped the first
finger inside. No, this wasn't possible, no!
Harry glanced at Tom and the other simply watched the hand that disappeared
behind him with intensity, the evil voice disappeared. He had to do this. He
had to do this so Tom would be happy. Taking a deep breath he forced another
finger in. He couldn't stop his face from pinching up as he pushed them both,
scissoring as fast as possible so Tom wouldn't have to wait. Tom kissed his
forehead and Harry blinked up at him. With a smile Harry forced a third finger
in, for Tom he could take this.
He wasn't ready, he knew he wasn't, he needed more time, physically and
mentally so much more time, something inside him was kicking and screaming and
fighting. But Harry ignored it. He loved Tom and Tom loved him, and Tom wanted
this.
Dipping his fingers back into the jar, Harry moved the robe to stroked his
love's member, it was hard and dripping precum just for him. He placed both
hands on Tom's shoulders as he lined himself up properly. ‘Oh Merlin' Harry
thought in preparation seconds before letting his thighs fall. He gasped loudly
into nothing, hoping to all things holy that this feeling of pain wouldn't
last. Harry focused long enough to glance at Tom, that beautiful face was even
more gorgeous as it was filled with pure ecstasy. Tom looked to be in heaven as
much as Harry was.
Feeling renewed and energetic from the looks Tom was making, Harry lifted his
body with his thighs and arms, allowing himself to fall back, impaling himself
deeper.‘Nononononostoppleaseno’ something inside him was calling for it to end,
calling for the pain to stop. But why would he want that, he looked at Tom
again.
He repeated the motion slowly, whatever it was that fought back in his mind was
making his body heavy. After that hard deep thrust Tom grunted. His marble soft
hands gripped Harry's thighs and lifted them, making Harry's body light as a
feather at the wordless demand. He dropped the tan body back down, and began a
fast rhythm, leaving Harry's thighs burning and the voice inside drowned out by
the feeling of something inside him being stimulated. Harry made his eyes
connect to Tom's. He was feeling it now, feeling Tom move inside him, feeling
that spot that felt just right. He was hard and his breathing was only coming
out as moans now.
Tom started to bring his hips up, and Harry felt guilty for not moving fast
enough for Tom. He quickened his pace, going deeper and harder, allowing Tom to
get every drop of pleasure he could from his body. Tom cried out, the sound was
more of a groan as Tom let his head hit the board behind him and emptied his
cum inside Harry. Breathing deeply and keeping his movements up to make sure
Tom was satisfied, Harry hurried to find pleasure on the slowly softening cock
inside him. Gripping his own with a tight fist he pulled quickly, making his
hips work overtime as he gasped out with his orgasm.
Having his first time with Tom felt amazing. He leaned over Tom, kissing the
boys neck as he didn't want to leave the others side. “Anything Tom, I promise
you the world and anything I can give you.”
He felt Tom's face widen into a smile from where he was. Tom latched his arms
around Harry and kissed his neck back. “Good, because that's exactly what I
want.”
Pulling Harry off his hips, Tom pushed him onto the bed, waving his wand to
clean them both up. Harry smiled and glanced up at the love of his life, he had
never before seen those perfect brown curls in the state they were now, and he
was proud to know he would be the only one to ever see it.
Harry smiled, last night had been amazing, and Tom even let Harry sleep beside
him after. He couldn't stop the wide grin spread across his face. As he walked
through the empty common room a voice stopped him. “Harry, wait a second,
please I-” Harry turned as a young girl ran into him. She moved back and Harry
was surprised to be looking into the eyes of a young female version of Snape.
The girl smiled at him and pulled her hair behind one ear.
“Harry, I just, I wanted to say thank you, I found out about the prank you
stopped, and if it wasn't for you, well I would have fallen for it.”
Harry nodded but didn't really care. He had simply destroyed a fake letter from
Malfoy saying he would meet her and confess his feelings. They were actually
planning to douse her in toilet water and laugh at her, but their prank failed.
She smiled up at him and flinched when their eyes met.
“Harry, your eyes.”
With a hum, Harry glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall nearby, he hadn't
looked at himself recently, but he noticed what she had meant. His vividly
green eyes still held their color, but now his pupil was ringed in a
pearlescent white. He shrugged and smiled back at the young girl.
“Who knows, anyway, Tom is expecting me.”
Eileen Prince stared at him wide eyed, “Harry, that means-”
He didn't stay for the rest, he didn't hear her finish with ‘you’re trapped in
a potions curse.’ He tried to forget the encounter all together as he walked to
Tom's chambers, Tom said it was important, he hoped they would be making love
again.
Before Harry could finish his walk to Tom's room, Tom himself stopped him. “Ah,
Harry, I need you to do something for me my love.” Harry got heavenly
goosebumps at the pet name and nodded. Beautiful Tom started walking him down
the rows of boys dorms.
“I promised my loyal Malfoy a prize for his excellent work. You see, he managed
to procure an item for me that would be normally impossible. He has been most
loyal recently and I feel he is deserving.” Harry nodded and looked up at his
love Tom as they stopped before a door. “Well, my dear Harry, if you love me,
you would go and do what my most trusted friend asks, would you not?” Harry
nodded merrily, anything to prove he loved Tom, anything.
Tom pushed the door open, and shoved Harry inside. “Than go and please Abraxas
the same way you would me.”
Harry gulped as the door closed.
Blonde hair showed behind a nearby bed as Abraxas Malfoy showed himself. He
smiled charmingly at Harry, but his smile was nothing compared to Tom's. “Hello
Harry.”
Swallowing his pride, Harry would just have to imagine Tom, think of Tom, feel
Tom. Abraxas stepped closer. “I have been dying, thinking about this moment, I
can't wait to know what it feels like to have you.” Harry gasped as the blonde
took him in his arms. “Merlin you are so beautiful.”
With a nod Harry tried to find his voice. “Thank you, I-” he was cut off with a
kiss, a deep kiss. It felt nothing like the ones Tom gave him. He felt gross
and dirty. But Tom wanted him to do this, said it was the only way to prove his
love. Harry was going to do his best to prove he loved Tom above anyone else.
He leaned into the kiss and allowed a small moan as the pale boy began to run
his fingers over and below his clothes.
A soft chuckle left the blonde as he moved away and lead Harry to a bed at the
end of the room, pushing him onto his back. “You know, I couldn't stop thinking
of you. It's so crazy but maybe I fell for you, that confident attitude, the
way you look when you're angry. Merlin I wanted to push you down right than.”
Harry forced himself to give soft sighs and gasps to the others attention
seeking fingers. He felt his nipple roll between long elegant fingers. How he
wished for Tom to do that. The blonde leaned forward, his long hair draping
across Harry's chest as he kissed at the exposed neck.
“Harry, call my name. Let me touch you. Say you’re mine. Say it.”
He hated saying those things about anyone accept Tom, but he had to, this was
how Tom wanted him to prove his love.
“Abraxas please, I'm yours, please touch me. I want you, I belong to you,
Abraxas.”
The blonde groaned at the sound of Harry's words. Quick as a whip he began to
shred Harry's clothes, getting them out of the way as quickly as possible,
exposing the perfect skin to his wandering mouth. The blondes slick tongue
worked it's way down, playing with each of Harry's nipples and working them as
the other moaned. He licked and sucked and kissed all the way to the waiting
erection.
Harry nearly screamed out the wrong name at the sensation on his cock. “Ahm-
Xas, Abraxas please don't stop. Oh Merlin yes, ah, please!” The other ignored
his pleas and continued only for a second before he found Harry's balls,
sucking them both lovingly before flicking his tongue down the perineum to
Harry's entrance. Tom had never done anything like this. Harry felt tears in
his eyes that he could only assume was from pleasure. His hand reached down and
stroked the other's blonde locks. Merlin he wished he was touching Tom, he
wished that was Tom's tongue bringing him such pleasure. He cried out again as
the Malfoy heir licked a ring around him and began to attack his hole violently
with his soft, wet tongue.
“Please, I can't, please-” the tongue came back to his erection as the elegant
fingers from before entered him. The mouth was soon replaced with the other
hand as Abraxas came to claim his lips in a kiss. Harry could almost not
believe his mind as he came, it felt amazing, but at the same time so
disgusting that Tom wasn't there. He panted harshly as he felt Abraxas line
himself up with his hole. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself the blonde
entered slowly, allowing Harry time to get comfortable before he moved in more.
The thrusts started becoming faster and stronger. The slapping that Harry
hadn't even noticed the first time was almost all he could hear besides his own
gasps and pants. “Nhn, it, it’s big, Oh-oh, you’re so big- I- Ah!” Harry tried
to say things that made Abraxas satisfied, and by the look of pure admiration
on his face, it was working. Tom would be so proud of him. He smiled thinking
of what Tom would say when he returned, all the happy kisses he would receive.
Abraxas must have thought the cute smile on Harry's face was for him because he
bent over and began to kiss the other lifeless. Harry threw his head back as
the blonde began to pleasure Harry's cock for him. He screamed as he came for
the second time. Malfoy hissed and then Harry felt something else fill him as
well.
He wanted to cry as the others cum filled him, but it was just more proof at
how much he loved Tom. Abraxas grabbed him in his arms and held him in a hug
without moving from inside him. A voice that didn't belong to Harry but came
from his throats ask a single question, “Why?”
Malfoy probably didn't think of it as the way the voice meant and moved up to
look into green eyes, his long fingers pushing back raven hair.
“I told you, I think I love you. I will do anything for Tom if it means I can
hold you like this, anything.” Abraxas kissed his neck and smiled into it.
“It's my first time I think, feeling like this, maybe it's just lust, but I
can't stop wanting you. I promise, anything.”
Harry looked at the ceiling. So that's why. This proved he loved Tom because he
would do anything for Tom, and Abraxas would do anything for him, that's two
peoples loyalty. Tom would be so proud.
Tom pov:
Tom was proud of Harry. His little pet was currently winning more of the
powerful Malfoys loyalty for him. He smiled as he thought of watching Harry's
memories later to hear all the things that blonde had to say in his alone time
with Harry.
Tom picked up another item and set it inside the trunk he was packing. He was
moving Harry to his room. It wasn't that he was necessarily wanting the boy
with him at all times, but after he got done fucking Malfoy and the rest of
Tom's followers he would be branded as the Slytherin slut. It would be true of
course, but Tom needed to move Harry to safety, otherwise some underdogs may
think they have a chance. Tom needed to keep Harry as a reward, not as
something anyone can have if they use enough force and got to him quick enough.
Tom grabbed an old piece of paper, strange that Harry would keep something like
this, it seemed useless. He continued on, throwing the paper into the trunk to
ask his little lover later. Tom moved to the other side of the bed as he almost
tripped on something silk. He looked down and saw nothing. Reaching his arm, he
felt water like fabric beneath his fingertips. He gripped up the strange
material. An invisibility cloak? But this one wasn't like the others he had
seen before. This one had no warps or shadows, no imprints or tells. This was a
true invisibility cloak, The invisibility cloak. Tom choked on his breath. What
else had Harry been hiding from him. He thought back to the paper.
He needed to know.
With Harry's belongings safely placed inside Tom's room he waited on his bed.
Close to midnight, Harry hobbled in slowly. “Tom! I did as you asked.”
Harry seemed excited to share his job well done with Tom as he limped closer.
Tom set out the cloak and piece of paper. “Explain, what are these and how you
procured them.” The green eyed boy sat in shock for a moment before Tom glared
and forced him to start. Tom didn't know what to think as the story kept going,
getting longer and wilder and stranger and more impossible. “Stop! Stop lying.”
Harry looked at him through tears. “I'm not, it's all true, please believe me.”
Tom ignored the begging and locked eyes with Harry, ripping through anything
protecting the boy's mind and seeing all of the boys past for himself. He
couldn't move or think, he died, a baby killed him, this boy, this child that
he so easily controls- “Get out.” Harry didn't seem to hear him at first.
“Leave my sight now, or I will force you to!”
Harry squeaked and ran from the room, his eyes dripping with tears as he fled.
Tom would have to hunt him down, but for now, he simply had to have some time
alone
***** Wrath *****
Chapter Notes
     One more chapter to wrap this all up.
     I realized I didn't add in one of my other favorite characters from
     Tom's timeline, but let's just all know that Harry did it with ALL of
     Tom's 'knights'
Chapter 6: Wrath
Harry Potter POV:
“Harry, wait a moment won't you!”
Looking around Harry saw Eileen. It still weirded him out to see Snapes mother,
but he didn't have time for it right now. “Sorry Eileen, Tom sent me to get him
a snack, I have to hurry.”
The gloomy looking girl came and pulled him to a stop by his sleeve. “Please
Harry, it won't take but a minute, there's an empty room just there. Only a
minute, please, it's vitaly important.”
With a sigh the green eyed boy allowed the girl to pull him in the opposite
direction from where he was going. Tom would be mad, he wasn't supposed to go
anywhere except where Tom told him to. Eileen nearly fell as she shoved him
into the room.
Taking in the jittering girl with a raised brow, Harry sat on a near by couch,
looking at the tea cups longingly. Pushing her dark hair to the side, Eileen
sat down across from him. She gestured to the tea and grabbed the spoon to get
sugar for herself.
“You sure you want that? You seem pretty excitable without it.”
Eileen looked at him shocked, he noticed tears in her waterline as he went in
and took the first sip from his own tea. Something was wrong. He felt, dizzy.
The voice that had been clawing in the back of his mind finally screamed, some
of it ripping from his own throat. Eileen stood instantly, running to his side.
“Harry! Calm down, Harry, can you hear me!”
Harry felt sick. Oh Merlin, he was poisoned. Tom fucking poisoned him.
Tom- Abraxas, oh Merlin they raped him. Tom and all his followers they, they…
Harry leaned over the side of the couch, retching everything from his stomach
as Eileen rubbed his lower back.
He felt more calm, sick and fuzzy, but calm. His eyes fell on his hands. The
memories were coming back slowly, not fast enough, “How long.”
The girl jumped when he spoke. “Harry, that's not important, right now we have
to get you to Dippet, before Tom finds you.”
Harry shook his head. He needed to know. “How long, how many.”
She tried to hide herself in her hair and looked away, a tear falling from her
eyes. “I'm not sure exactly, but I first noticed- well, its been over two
months. I just couldn't get you alone, someones always with you.”
Harry nodded, that made it sometime in December, he had time to stop Tom still.
He glanced up and caught chalky black eyes. “How many.”
Eileen stood from her perch on the couch armrest. “Harry, I don't think-” he
stood to face her, lording over her demandingly, “How many.”
With a simple nod she accepted and took her seat again. “I'm not sure exactly,
but from what people said, well you were…used, every other night. That doesn't
include how many times Tom...used you though.”
Harry snarled and felt anger rise. How could he have fallen for it, he should
have know, he should have fought harder. His tears began to fall freely, he
started to sob, curling up on himself on the couch cushion. Eileen came closer
and wrapped her arms around him. “Harry, it's okay, they will never, ever touch
you again. But we need to go, we need to get to Dippet.”
Eileen had raised her wand, she was about to preform a spell, Harry wouldn't
know what it was suppose to be, maybe a calming charm, or a cleaning one for
his vomit, but before that the wand was ripped from her hand silently.
Harry jumped up, hackles raised and ready for a fight. He shoved the girl
behind him as he faced Tom.
The evil boy smirked when Harry growled like an animal. “Harry my love, this
isn't the kitchen. You should know better than to wander off without
permission.”
Green eyes hardened even more at the disgusting term Tom applied. “Fuck off
Riddle, I'm not stuck under your curse anymore.” Tom didn't seem to care and
just kept up his creepy smile.
“Now, now, that's no way to address your owner. Harry I'm disappointed in you.
What lies has this witch been spewing.” Eileen clung onto the back of Harry's
robe in fear as she was mentioned.
Harry breathed deeply, he needed to protect someone else, not just himself.
“She didn't ‘spew’ anything. You raped me Tom, you had all of your followers do
those disgusting things to me. You are the one who poisoned me.”
Tom continued to smile and stepped forward. “If you keep acting up I'm going to
have to punish you. I can't have such a disobedient pet now can I?”
Moving forward to attack, Harry reached for his wand but found nothing. Raising
his eyes, Tom held his holly and Phoenix feather in one hand as he used his own
wand to stun both of the crying Slytherins.
Tom Riddle POV:
No one saw Tom as he walked the two floating corpses through the empty halls to
his secret chamber. As he reached the dark grimy opening he conjured two cages
using small carcasses laying around from the Basilisks last feeding.
They two bodies found a respective cell before Tom brought them both back to
the world of the living. Harry jumped up and grabbed the bars roughly, shaking
them trying to get them loose, Eileen on the other hand scurried to the corner
and tried her best to hide from Tom, Pathetic.
“Good morning my love, did your little nap allow you time to come to your
senses?”
Harry let out a scream as the bars wouldn't move. “You’re sick Tom Riddle, you
are fucking Psyco! Let me out now!”
Tom sighed in exasperation. “Harry, Harry, Harry, you should know better than
to act so disrespectful.” Tom shot a quick crucio at Harry, the boy falling to
the floor quivering as his green eyes stared, stretched wide.
“Now, both of you will listen, and listen carefully. I have a potion for both
of you, you will take it, or I'll torture you until I can simply pour it down
your raw, bloody throats.”
He smiled as they both shivered in fear. He wouldn't actually do that, the
whole fun part about this was that they took these potions themselves, it
proved they feared Tom more than anything. Harry glared.
“Never you sick fuck.”
Tom smirked at his confident little pet. “Come now Harry, you must think of
some better names to call me.” Tom moved in strides around Eileen's cage, she
backed away and hide in the opposite corner from where ever he stood. “My love,
you use to be a Gryffindor, do you really think I would start with you?”
He shot an rare painful curse at the girl as she screamed and withered, Harry
broke almost instantly.
“Stop! Please just, don't hurt her! Let her go and I'll do it.”
With a smile, Tom pulled out the Amorentia, “I promise I will let her go when
we are done here.”
He could tell that Harry didn't trust him, but as he raised his wand to Prince
he left the boy no choice, Harry folded and reached out for the glass bottle.
Before it touched his lips Harry looked at him intently, “I have to know, did
you ever really love me?”
Tom smirked and shook his head, “You are a great fuck, but no, I don't ‘love’
you. Though I think Abraxas truly does if that makes you feel any better.”
Eileen screamed at him to stop as he gripped the phial tightly and downed a
sip. Tom summoned the glass before it could shatter and turned on his other
prisoner as Harry's eyes got a loving glow.
“Now Ms.Prince. You have tried to steal something very important from me today.
It's unacceptable, but I understand, you care for Harry, strange enough as that
is. Let me tell you though silly girl, he's happy under the potion, as long as
he continues to be useful to me I will keep him beside me, and that is all he
wishes for.”
Eileen pulled on all the confidence she could and moved to stand. “That's not
happiness. I know potions better than anyone, that isn't Harry, that is just a
body, that is nothing but a sex doll.” She pointed at Harry roughly. Tom smiled
at the pathetic girl. What was she trying to achieve.
He held out a small black bottle to her, she looked at it wide eyed. “If you're
as good at potions as you say then you will know what this is.” The girl
shivered and backed up.
“It's an enslavement potion.”
Tom nodded and stepped closer to her cage. “Take it or I will do as many
horrible things as I can think of to Harry right here in front of you.”
He watched the girl's dark eyes focus on Harry's kneeling form that simply
watched Tom's every movement. “It won't last more than a minute in my body, I
have taken antidotes to most potions and poisons.”
Smirking, Tom held it out farther. A minute was all he needed. The girls
shaking hand gripped the bottle and downed it. Before the bottle even hit the
ground he had her reciting an unbreakable vow, an oath of eternal service and
loyalty. She was nothing more than a house elf now, a house elf that when the
enslavement potion wore off would know exactly what she was doing, exactly who
she was hurting and exactly how trapped she was with no escape.
Tom walked over to his pet and the boy scurried up to face him. With a nod Tom
allowed the boy to touch him and kiss him through the bars.
“I'm so happy to have you back my pet.”
***** Pride *****
Chapter 7: Pride
Tom Riddle POV:
The door to his manor opened before the toe of his polished shoe even hit the
last step. He walked inside gracefully, he handed his case and coat over to
Eileen. The gloomy woman, like everyday, simply glowered at him, but said
nothing.
He was tired from his long day at the ministry as he sat peacefully down on his
chair beside the fire in his drawing room. Tom smirked, Harry was useful to him
in that regards as well, thanks to seeing the future, Tom could plan
accordingly and was able to take over the whole British Ministry of Magic in no
time.
Tom glanced to his right as the door to the hall opened slowly. His beautiful
minx came sliding in with nothing covering his body besides a thin silk robe
that covered almost nothing. Letting his arm drape out towards the young man,
he watched Harry come and find a comfortable place on his lap. Tom kissed his
pet softly before draping the arm around the other, content in the extra warmth
that was so different from the harsh December outside.
As they settled in for a few moments, Tom reached over and grabbed the small
golden bell from the small table beside him.
Eileen came in immediately at the sound of the bell, her hands carrying a small
cup of tea. Harry reached up as if on queue and took the cup, downing its
contents and handing the dish back to the gloomy girl.
“I'm so sorry Harry.”
With a smile Harry nodded to Eileen as she left. The no longer glass covered,
green eyes, looked lovingly into Tom's grey.
“Why does she always say sorry? I am so happy now, and I forgave her for when
she tried turning me against you, I know I'll never leave you.”
Tom smirked. Eileen probably feels horrible, but at least she got her wish, she
can now care for Harry, though bathing and helping heal him after vigorous sex
probably wasn't what she had in mind. The boy on his lap shifted and kissed his
cheek softly.
“Do you want me My Lord?”
With a nod from Tom, Harry began to undo the formal ministry robes without
further instruction. Tom leaned back as Harry got on his knees before him,
taking in the hardening member with a happy gleam in his eyes. Tom brushed his
fingers through the forever messy black hair as the other worked.
‘Harry has no voice anymore his soul is so completely mine he has nothing
except me, and thoughts of me.’
As the other finished preparing himself and Tom's cock, he moved back up onto
Tom's lap. Harry always was the one to do the work between them, he was a Lord,
others granted him pleasure not the other way around. Tan thighs began their
work, moving the small body quickly up and down after the initial penetration.
Soft lips kissed Tom's neck, they only appreciated the showing skin, never
marked. Tom let his body start seeking pleasure in the other, he smiled into
the soft hair before him as Harry's head moved to lay on his shoulder.
“Abraxas told me today he wishes to see you again, even with his marriage
coming up, you are all he thinks about.”
Harry nodded into his shirt and moaned as Tom pushed Harry's hips to move
faster, “Anything you wish, I will do anything to please you.”
Tom hummed at the loyalty he was presented, he decided to test it more.
“He says he misses your fire and wants to take you while you are off of your
medicine.”
Green eyes flashed to his quickly, “But, that makes me hate you. It makes me
sick.”
With a nod and a raised brow to see what Harry had to say, he smiled at the
obedience, “If it is what you wish for My Lord than I will.”
His hips lifted into the thrust as he felt his muscles clench. After emptying
himself inside Harry, he pushed the other off of him. Tom stood and walked over
to the door, heading to his bedroom, with the still unsatisfied Harry trailing
along behind him.
His bed was properly made and new sheets placed as Tom entered the room. He sat
on his mattress with his back against the headboard.
“Were you good today my love?”
Harry nodded and climbed onto the bed to kneel in Tom's view.
“Yes My Lord. Eileen read to me all morning, I even helped her cook, and then I
ran around the ballroom to stay in shape like you require of me.”
Tom nodded his approval. “Than you may relieve yourself.”
Harry grinned ear to ear at Tom's kind words. The tan boys hands reached down
as he began to stroke himself, his body falling forward on the bed as his
fingers reached back to fill him and add to the pleasure. Tom knew at any
moment he could say stop and Harry would stop, he would gain no pleasure and be
forced to sleep in discomfort, but he would do so because Tom said.
Seed spilled across the mattress, Tom simply waved his wand cleaning it as he
allowed Harry to come and undress him fully.
The two moved under the covers where Harry laid up against Tom's side, seeking
comfort.
“I love you Tom.”
The Slytherin smiled into the messy locks before him. “I know, and if you
continue to be useful to me, I will allow you to stay beside me and not be
locked away.”
Harry nodded into his chest, kissing it softly before muttering promises of
forever and falling into a deep sleep
***** Sin *****
Chapter Summary
     This would be considered a Squeal, but I don't want to make it a
     separate story.
     (Not really Tomarry, more of what happened after to the side
     charcters.)
     Warning:
     Overheard/Non graphic Rape/Non-con in the beginning.
     Glossed over Non-con in second part of story.
Chapter Notes
     I thought I was done with this story but yea.
     This is probably highly cheesey and cliche, but I love it~
     This is not a needed part to be read for Define Poison it's mostly
     just for me to cry over.
     I'm a huge sucker for unrequited love and people getting emotionally
     screwed over!
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Eileen Prince POV:
(5 years after Pride. 1955)
With her normal light footsteps, Eileen placed her ear to the door into
Harry's, she shuddered at the term, Playroom. Abraxas Malfoy had been in there
with her friend for nearly an hour.
“Please, don't do this! You don't have to do this, you and Tom are just sick!
Please just let me go and I'll get you the help you need! No- Merlin no- don't
come any closer, Stop! STOP! No it hurts- Stop! PLEASE!”
She turned away from her screaming friend. Malfoy must have tied him up given
him the antidote in order to get Harry back to his old self. The blonde had a
weird thing about wanting to see Harry's old ‘fire.’ Eileen pulled on her
trench coat as she came to the back door. Malfoy would be in there for at least
another two hours, she knew for certain that he would hold the stuggling raven
and than whisper loving things to him until the other fell asleep, than he
would simply watch Harry as he slept.
Eileen grabbed the small purse of muggle money from the table top and headed
into the nearby town for some necessities. She continued her walk until she was
stopped by a tall young man barrelling past her.
“Move over!”
She watched the dark haired man run into town ahead of her. Picking up her
skirt as a sign she disliked the ruffian she continued. As her items were paid
for and bagged, Eileen noticed the man again from the corner of her eye, he was
being scolded by an old lady in an apron, he seemed to apologize to her before
stepping into her store after.
Eileen looked at the sign, it was a run down pawn shop, it intrigued her so she
entered. Maybe she could find a present for Harry. He would be depressed when
he got back onto his Amortentia.
The gloomy looking woman stepped inside, bags filling her arm already as she
searched through items to find her charge a present. As the young shop clerk
came over she noticed the tag stating ‘Tobias Snape’ but didn't think twice on
it.
She didn't realize at that moment that her life was changed, she would fall for
this rude boy, and soon she would carry his child, bringing young Severus into
the world to meet a kind young muggle born named Lily, who he in turn would
fall for.
Her heart didn't yet feel the break as Severus took his place at Tom's side, at
Voldemort's side as the Dark Lord succeeded in taking control of the world.
Eileen couldn't see the future, she couldn't see how this would destroy her
further. Her eyes couldn't see Severus killing Harry's real father, or forcing
Harry's mother into the same fate as Harry.
She only saw a boy helping her choose a silly looking pendant before he
wrapping it neatly.
Abraxas Malfoy POV:
(35 Years after Pride. 1985)
Abraxas looked over to the moving photographs and portraits lining his room. He
was to sick to see his love one last time, and he would never let the other see
him in such a state, so the many images he had of him would have to do. His
smile was bright through his pain as he looked at the immortal beauty, one that
didn't age and could never die.
His mind was hazy from from the medication preventing the Dragon Pox from
taking him to quickly. His fingers brushed over his favorite picture, it was
taken at the best moment in his life, his most favorite memory, even more
important than the birth of his son. Abraxas’ eyes darkened as this memory was
the last thing he saw before his dull grey eyes closed one last time.
His hand held the small, precious bottle tightly. He was amazed, he didn't
think it possible, but Tom had agreed. The valuable bottle of Amortentia seemed
so innocent as he dropped some of the content into the sleeping boys mouth.
Harry's eyes opened instantly, Abraxas sucked in a breath as those green eyes
looked at him in a completely different light. This was it, this was what he
had been waiting for, so far, those eyes had only looked at him as though
seeing through him, they would stare at him but only see Tom.
A soft tan hand reached up gently, stroking over the blonde's face and resting
on his lips. “Abraxas.”
The way those delicate lips spoke his name. He couldn't hardly think. Even when
choosing a bride, he had chosen one who resembled this angel before him. After
meeting Harry in his 5th year of Hogwarts, the Malfoy heir knew he would be
trapped in this unrequited love till the day he died.
“Harry, I came to see you.”
The raven sat up and smiled at him, letting those beautiful arms wrap around
him, Abraxas took in a deep breath of the other. To be here in this moment,
Abraxas had to do horrible things, things that could leave the strongest of men
with Nightmares, but for Harry, he braved it all.
“Abraxas, I love you.”
The blonde closed his eyes tight and let the words wash over him as his entire
body shivered. “Again.”
Harry pulled back and blinked those long lashes at him in confusion. Abraxas
could barely keep himself contained at the small head tilt from the other.
“Say that again.”
A beautiful gentle smile settled on the boys face. “I love you, I love you so
much Abraxas Malfoy.”
He buried his head in the others chest as his face held the brightest smile it
ever had had. Small hands began to stroke through his hair. Harry noticed when
tears touched his skin.
“Oh Merlin, Abraxas, you're crying, is it something I said, I'm so sorry!”
The blonde just shook his head, moving up he kissed the other. “Don't be, never
be sorry, please keep talking Harry, never stop. I love you, I love you so so
much.”
Green eyes sparkled as their lips met again.
The kiss was long and sweet, and he wasn't sure he ever wanted it to end. He
eyed the clock in anger. Tom had given him an hour, something about the potion
interfering with the one already inside him and Harry only being able to be in
this state for so long.
Abraxas eyes the camera set up in the corner, he had so many things he wished
to fill in this short hour. He grabbed up his angel, first things first. As
they sat on the small two seater, Harry looked over at him with wide eyes. The
Malfoy kissed the other to calm him.
“I wish us to get a photo, one in order to commemorate or shared feelings.”
Harry seemed to light up in joy. The black hair bouncing as the other nodded
and waited for Abraxas to sit beside him. The raven haired boy jumped up in his
lap and smiled at the lense as the Malfoy moved his wand to set off the camera.
He didn't even care about the camera after the flash had gone off though, since
at that moment Harry straddle his thighs.
Harry was wearing nothing but a lose button down, but even that was to much. He
wanted his love bare for his eyes. Pale, elegant hands began to go down the
buttons, Abraxas leaned forward to kiss the skin he could reach. Tan hands
began on the blondes robes, each of the lovers were impatient for the skin
beneath.
“Beautiful.”
It took Abraxas a moment to realize he wasn't the one to say this word. He
gazed up at the green eyes regarding him with lust. He couldn't stop himself,
lifting the other, he brought them both to the bed.
Though every time these two connected it was slow and sensual, this time it was
even more, cries and pleas for more filled the room as both the young men
devoured the love the other was giving.
Not much time was left at the end for Abraxas to get the part he was most
waiting for, but he took what he was allowed. Talking, just talking, letting
Harry's voice fill the air and wrap around him. The small voice eventually
trailed off into evened out breaths and softly closed eyes
Abraxas kissed the sleeping cheek gently as to not jostle the owner, he
normally would be upset that Harry was sleeping during their precious little
time together. But the soft smile and relaxed features that snuggled up
desperately close to his side left him in such bliss he could only smile.
He moved Harry even closer still. “My love, I'm going to speak to Tom, I want
to find a variant of the potion that will allow us more time. If I can, than we
could even do things together, imagine Fance my love. Just me and you laying
beneath the Eiffel Tower, gazing at the stars and moons above. I will find a
way, I promise.”
Abraxas brushed a stray hair aside, he lifted the glass with Tom Riddle laced
love potion and brought it to the sleeping lips. He would speak to Tom, he
would hire the worlds foremost potioneers, hell he would even raise the dead
and speak to the creator of Amortentia if it meant more time with this boy.
He kissed those lips one last time, enjoying the moments before the potion
stole his love away.
~
A blonde so like the one laying peacefully on his deathbed, walked into the
room. His five year old son was in his arm smiling up at the green eyes and
lightening bolt scar that stared at them from ever angle.
This blonde Malfoy looked at his father with a sigh. Upon the man's death his
body went into a stasis, allowing entry to the room that was once again Dragon
Pox free. Lucius set his young son on the floor, he watched the child
immediately go and stroke a hand down the nearest portrait. Even at only five
he could tell young Draco was just as enchanted with the boy as his father had
been. Abraxas would be proud.
Lucius strode over to his father, the man's hands were still clutched tightly
around a small picture, the one he treasured most of himself and the Dark Lords
pet. Draco ran back to his father, a bright smile on his face. He pointed to
one of the paintings, “Mine!” Draco was so certain and so happy that Lucius
couldn't find it in him to disagree. Being the soft on the inside father he
was, he grabbed a small frame from the bedside table and handed it to his son
as he lifted him up.
“Yours.”
His son cooed in joy while they left.
Lucius could not see the future, he could not see his son growing up, and
coming back to this room every night in order to sleep surrounded by green
eyes. He didn't know that when Draco became a Death Eater it was for the same
reason Lucius’ own Father had remained with Voldemort till his death. He
couldn't tell you when the paintings in his father's room branched out to fill
the whole manor.
He could tell you though, that no matter what, his Father died in happiness,
and so would his son.
Chapter End Notes
     Would anyone be interested in another short story chapter of this
     story but with what happens to the Mauraders?
     I was thinking of doing one when I made this chapter and glanced over
     it, so I may do one, of course including more Tomarry!! <3
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