FIC: Abandon ~ 16 ~ Tom(Voldemort)/Harry ~ R

[batsutousai]

Title: Abandon
Author: batsutousai
Beta: magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: Ya know, most of my disclaimers don't even have anything to do with Harry Potter, let alone disclaiming. Has anyone else noticed that?

A/N:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:

Okay! I'm not too fond of the Sorting, so I'll be skipping it and, probably, the feast. You've been warned.

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Chapter 16

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"Harry! Ginny! There you are!"

"We were waiting for you."

"Sorry."

"We got out ahead of everyone else and got into a carriage with Draco."

"Prat."

"Ron!"

Harry and Ginny watched as Hermione chased Ron into the school.

"Can't win them all."

Harry sighed and offered a slight smile to Ginny. "That's something I learned years ago, Gin, but thanks."

"Sure." Ginny grabbed one of Harry's hands with a big smile. "Come on. Let's go get seats!"

"Right…" Harry let the girl drag him into the school and through the crowded entrance hall into the Great Hall.

"Try and sit next to Ron, or not?" Ginny enquired, pointing to where Ron was glaring at them.

"Sit with Neville. He looks half dead."

Neville Longbottom did, indeed, look like crap. He had started filling out some over the summer, but he still looked quite forgetful and tired. His hat was on lopsided and the tip was drooping downwards.

"Yeah… Wonder what's got him down this year…"

Ginny and Harry sat across from one another, Harry next to Neville. "Hey, Nev. What's got you down?" Harry asked, fixing the boy's hat.

"Just Gran." Neville sighed sadly. "That, and I had to travel over in a carriage of Slytherins."

Harry offered him a sympathetic look. "You poor thing."

Neville offered the Boy-Who-Lived a small smile. "Thanks, Harry."

"That's what friends are for, Nev."

"Harry!"

"What?"

Ginny pointed towards where Snape sat at the end of the Head Table and Harry followed the finger to Snape's left. There, dressed out in Slytherin green and silver, sat a disguised Tom Marvolo Riddle, teal eyes bright, brown hair obscuring his face. Harry paled.

"What's wrong?" Neville enquired.

"Our new Defence teacher. Harry and I know him!" Ginny moaned. "Oh, what is he thinking?"

Tom?

Hello, lovely. I did say I'd see you soon, did I not? Tom's happy voice replied.

Are you insane?

Quite so. I dare say, without Fred and George's help, I'd never have gotten Dumbledore to trust me for this. All he knows, is that I'm an auror. A friend of the twin's, and yours.

Good Merlin. You are insane.

That's what I've been trying to tell you, dear.

Tom?

Yeees?

Are you drunk again?

Tom's mental laugh filled all of Harry's senses and the younger wizard returned his attention to Neville and Ginny.

"Fred and George must have given him a referral for the job," Harry murmured.

"Those two." Ginny sighed, shaking her head.

"Is he a Slytherin, by any chance?" Neville asked nervously.

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "But he shouldn't be too bad. He gets along with me, Ginny, Fred, and George, after all."

"Harry, not to be insulting, but that's not very reassuring," Ginny pointed out, grinning.

"Hush, you." Harry glared at the girl. Neville laughed.

"Bet you anything Ron's complaining about how hungry he is," Ginny grumbled suddenly.

"Indeed he is, my fair lady," Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, the Gryffindor ghost, said as he slid up from the table.

"Idiot."

"Why aren't you sitting with Ron, anyway?" Neville asked as Nick glided away to say hello and talk with other Gryffindors.

"He's a prat," Harry and Ginny chorused.

"We knew that."

"It's a long, tedious story."

"That starts and ends with, guess who."

"You-Know-Who," Neville deducted.

"What else is new." Harry set his head on the table, next to his plate.

"Finally!" They heard from when Ron sat as the doors to the Great Hall opened, admitting the new first years and Professor McGonagall. Most of the hall sent brief poisonous glares towards the male Weasley before turning back to watch the first years step up to the Head Table.

Harry sighed and sat back to watch the Sorting, pushing thoughts of Ron, Draco, and Tom to the back of his mind.

-~*~-

"Welcome, as always, to Hogwarts!" Professor Albus Dumbledore offered as the tables cleared of food. "I do hope this will be a good year for us all. Before I send you off to your warmed beds, though, I must make a few announcements.

"The Forbidden Forest is just that, forbidden. Do try and remember that this year." Blue eyes rested on different members of the notorious DA, many of whom had gone with Harry the year before to, as always, save the world from the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Mr. Filch's list of banned items has lengthened into a small book. To see this book, please go past Mr. Filch's office. Also, there is to be no magic in the corridors between classes. There were problems with that last year." The blue gaze again flickered over the members of the DA, but also passed over the length of the Slytherin House Table.

"On a lighter note, we'd like to welcome Professor Brutùs as our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher!" The Hall filled with a splattering of applause, mostly from the Slytherin table. Harry and Ginny smiled at the newest teacher as they clapped for him.

"I believe that is all." Dumbledore smiled at his students proudly. "Off to bed you all go! First years, follow your House's Prefects."

As the students around them rose, Harry and Ginny offered Neville quick good-byes before pushing their way up to the Head Table.

"Mr Potter. Miss Weasley." Snape stopped them in the crowd. "I do believe you should be heading towards your dormitories."

"Nonsense, Severus." A pale hand settled on the Potions Master's shoulder as Tom's voice floated above the noises around them. Tom smiled at the two students as he stepped around Snape. "Harry, Gin, it's wonderful to see you again."

"Oh, the pleasure is all ours, Professor," Harry replied, grinning.

Tom ruffled the boy's hair fondly as Snape glared at them. "You, Potter, have a smart mouth," Tom informed the boy. "Are you two too tired, or would you like to spend some time with me before bed?"

"I think," Snape said coldly. "That it is best for Potter and Weasley to head to bed."

"Severus, was I asking you?" Tom inquired, his voice taking on a chilled quality.

"I'm all for some tea," Ginny said firmly, frowning at the Head of Slytherin House around Tom.

"It's not like we have a class first thing tomorrow," Harry agreed. He'd set up his classes the year before so he didn't have a class during the first class block. He knew Ginny had done the same thing, as most of the DA had worked on theirs together.

"Good night, Severus," Tom said firmly, teal eyes narrowed.

Harry tugged on Tom's arm and, with Ginny's help, dragged the Dark Lord from his servant before the elder man hexed someone.

:Tom, please don't do something stupid,: Harry hissed.

Tom relaxed. "I go by Marcus Brutùs, by the way."

"Why?" Ginny enquired as they stepped out into the hall.

"Marcus Junius Brutùs was Julius Caesar's friend, and one of his murderers. I thought it a fun name." Tom smirked, then gave a dramatic sigh. "Et tù, Brute?"

Harry and Ginny laughed.

"Why does Snape hate you so much?" Harry enquired.

"He doesn't trust me." Tom shrugged and stopped them outside of a nondescript door. "This is my room."

"Let me guess, there's a password." Ginny grinned.

"Very good, Gin." Tom nodded. "I will tell the two of you, but you mustn't pass it around."

"Of course not," Harry agreed as Ginny nodded seriously.

"Perfect." A cold smile took over Tom's features as he turned back to the door. "Flight of Death."

Harry laughed as the door opened for them. "Good one, Marcus."

Tom smirked and ushered them inside. "I thought so myself." He closed the door.

"I'm missing something," Ginny decided.

"Sit, I'll get some tea," Tom offered, waving towards a couple of chairs and a couch before disappearing through another door.

Harry sat on the couch while Ginny took a chair. "It's the translation of Voldemort," the green-eyed wizard told the brown-eyed witch. "Tom made me look it up over the summer."

"Oh." Ginny smiled sheepishly. "Tom, you'll make a fabulous teacher!"

"Will I, now?" Tom stepped back into the room with a small tray, three cups of steaming tea, sugar, milk, and a teapot on top.

"Yes. You've got Harry learning things and then teaching me!"

"Things that have nothing to do with Defence or Dark Arts," Harry agreed.

"Ah." Tom set the tray on a table and sat next to Harry on the couch.

"So, how in Merlin's name did you manage all of this?" Ginny asked as she took a cup. Harry followed suit, putting sugar in his, while Tom settled back in the couch and draped an arm around the wizard next to him.

"It was Fred and George, for the most part. They'd heard that Dumbledore was having trouble finding a new Defence teacher, and they knew shuffling Harry between Hogwarts and myself would be difficult, at best. They told Dumbledore they had an auror friend who would be willing to do the job. When Dumbledore asked for a meeting, they set it up and helped me with the disguise. I only found out last week."

"And didn't tell me." Harry pouted.

Tom smiled and drew the Gryffindor into a hug. "It was to be a surprise."

"You've surprised him," Ginny assured the Dark Lord. "What about Snape? You said he doesn't trust you?"

"No. As far as he knows, I'm a lesser Death Eater come to spy on him and get close to Harry and his friends."

"No wonder he doesn't want you alone with us," Harry realised.

"Not that much can keep us apart." Tom sighed softly.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Idiot."

"Indeed." Tom kissed the top of Harry's head before pulling away slightly to get his tea. "Now then, what is up with Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger? I thought you three were attached at the hip." The man cocked an eyebrow at Harry.

"Ron's being a prat," Ginny supplied.

"Care to expand on that?"

"It's your fault." Harry snorted, sipping at his tea.

"Ah. And what have I managed to do this time?"

"One word: Slytherins," Harry shot back, offering the Dark Lord an annoyed look.

"Talked to many of them lately?"

"Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini, in fact."

"You said you work better in Potions when there aren't Slytherins sabotaging your work."

"Tom, I didn't mean I suddenly wanted them to all be my friends!"

"No? Oh well."

Harry groaned as Ginny smiled. "Tom, perhaps that wasn't the best way to handle that."

"It's a part of my master plan, I'll have you know!"

"A master plan?" Harry snorted.

"Yes."

"First time for everything."

"Harry."

"Yes?"

"Silencio." Tom turned back to Ginny, who was trying not to laugh at the look Harry was giving the older man. "Think about it. I'm trying to befriend Harry and his friends. Why not have all of the Slytherin students do the same?"

"It makes sense when you put it that way."

"Yes…" Tom sighed, then gave a shout and jumped up as Harry's tea ended up in his lap. "You did that on purpose!" he shouted over Ginny's laughter.

Harry smirked and poured himself some more tea.

"If that cup goes near me, it's detention for a week!"

Harry gave the Dark Lord a suggestive look as he stood, cup in hand.

"With Filch! Sit, you!"

Ginny managed, "Finite Incantantum," through her laughter so Harry could speak again.

"You wound me, Tom," Harry said sadly, sitting.

Tom muttered a Drying Charm at his robe before sitting next to the young man. "I wound you. Pah."

Harry's second cup of tea landed in Tom's lap and the Dark Lord glared at the laughing teens before settling back in the couch with a pout.

-~/\~-

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A/N: Surprised? Did I pull that off right? Good humour? Light Ron bashing okay? *innocent look* Tea, anyone?

~Batsutousai ^.^x

Abandon & Reclaim Series:
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 || 10
11 || 12 || 13 || 14 || 15 || 16 || 17 || 18 || 19 || 20
21 || 22 || 23 || 24 || 25 || 26 || 27 || 28 || 29 || 30
31 || 32 || 33 || 34 || 35 || 36 || 37 || 38 || 39 || 40
41 || 42 || 43 || 44 || 45 || 46 || 47
Reclaim Chapters:
One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten
Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen
Epilogue
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)

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