FIC: Abandon ~ 17 ~ 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: I caught JK Rowling!!

A/N:
Mind-speak
:Parseltongue:

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Chapter 17

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Harry decided it was well worth it to get up early the first day of classes, if only to watch the look on Snape's face when Tom sat down next to him and managed to drag the spy into a quiet conversation.

Judging by the look on Snape's face as he left the Hall rather quickly, Tom had probably threatened him, not that Harry minded too much; the man deserved what he'd gotten.

A flash of a small boy hiding from his yelling father that Harry'd picked from Snape's mind two years before mellowed the teen out and he finished breakfast with a sad gaze.

Tom watched his one-time enemy leave the Hall with a frown. What's wrong?

Tom? Eh, nothing. Just thinking.

About what?

Harry paused and Tom could tell the boy was considering his response. What did you say to Snape?

I told him not to interfere next time I want to talk to one or two of my students alone.

You threatened him.

Well, yes.

Don't.

Why not?

Just, don't, was all Harry said before turning his attention to something else.

Tom leaned back into his chair with a frown. Now what was Harry hiding about Snape?

-~*~-

Tom walked into the class of seventh years as the bell rang. They were all watching him curiously as he set the books he'd collected from his room during the passing period on his desk. Tom recalled that this class had gone through six Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers in as many years; they wanted to know how long he'd last.

Tom turned to face the curious young men and women, catching everyone's gaze for a brief moment before speaking. "I'm Professor Brutùs. To answer the question I know you're all dying to ask, I'm only here for this year. Lucky you.

"Now, I know you've had some pretty poor teachers over the last few years, correct?" He wasn't surprised to see a hand waving from next to Harry. "Miss Granger?"

Hermione paused for a brief moment, apparently surprised that their new teacher had known her name without looking at his roll or anything, before letting loose on her tongue. "Well, sir, Professor Lupin was quite good, as was Moody."

"And the DA!" Seamus Finnigan called suddenly. Twelve pairs of eyes turned to glare at him, and Dean, who was sitting next to the Irishman, punched him.

Tom smirked, leaning back against his desk and crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, I've already heard about the infamous Dumbledore's Army," he assured them. "A rather good job, Mr. Potter. And I believe it was Miss Granger who came up with the idea?"

Hermione flushed while Harry rolled his eyes. "Of course, Professor. That's why two of the members died last year."

Silence filled the room as Harry looked back down to his desk. It just…seemed right to be silent for that brief moment, and not even Tom or the Slytherins interrupted it.

"Sorry," Seamus murmured suddenly.

Life returned to the room again as Harry turned to smile at his Housemate. "No sweat. Just, do us a favour and don't come to class drunk again."

Laughter filled the room as the Irishman blushed brightly.

"Although I dread to sound like Professor Snape, settle down," Tom called out. The room quieted with content smiles. "Good. Now, in your seventh year, you're supposed to be learning about a few of the Dark Arts that are still legal, and, let me assure you, there are very few of them. I may also dip into some of the not-so-legal Arts, as I'm not one for rules, and I doubt many of you in here are, either." Laughter followed that.

"Good. With this, I want to add that I will never subject a student to anything I don't think they will be able to handle, and I expect the same of you. Especially–" Tom cocked an eyebrow at where the Slytherins had gathered in a corner, surrounded by Ravenclaws and as far away from any Gryffindors as they could get, "–our Slytherins. Keep it clean in here. You really don't want me to send you to the Headmaster. Hell, I don't want to go to the Headmaster." More laughter.

"Now, from our expert on Defence Against the Dark Arts, Mr. Potter?" Tom glanced over at where Harry was raising his hand patiently.

"Professor Brutùs, I know the DA's caught up in this subject, but shouldn't you run past all of the students and find out what we all know?"

"Very good question. And, yes, I will. I'll be posting notices on the bulletin boards about times I want different students to come and see me for a brief check-over. I'll be calling everyone, since, unlike Mr. Potter, I don't know a thing about any of your talents." Tom nodded towards the raised hand. "Mr. Nott?"

"Sir, out of pure curiosity, what is your stand on the current world affairs?" Theodore Nott enquired.

"What is this, a Muggle Government class?" Tom frowned, annoyed.

"It's a valid question," Draco Malfoy pointed out.

"A valid question can be ignored, Mr. Malfoy. Unless, of course, we would like to all announce our views on the current political situation?"

"Hey, I proudly support the Dark Lord," Draco shot back. "And everybody knows it."

"Yeah, only because your father got thrown in Azkaban again," Ron called out.

"Ron…" Harry groaned.

"You want to come over here and say that, Weasel?"

"Draco!" Harry shouted.

Draco spared a brief look at Harry before sitting back down and carving things into his desk again.

Ron sniggered.

"You too, Ron," Harry said sharply.

One look at furious emerald eyes mellowed Ron out immediately.

"Well, Mr. Potter. Would you like teach the class, then?" Tom enquired, amused and actually quite impressed. He hadn't expected Draco to stand down that quickly, nor Ron to curb his temper after one look at Harry.

"Oh, no. I'll just deal with impromptu outbursts," Harry shot back sarcastically. A normal teacher would have taken points for his tone.

Tom snorted. "Very well. Five points to Gryffindor for controlling your classmates." He glanced around the classroom. "Dark Arts," he said suddenly, getting back to the topic at hand, "are not something to mess around with. Can someone give me an example? Mr. Potter."

Harry grinned. "Well, I believe Voldie–"

"Voldie?" Tom asked sharply with a twitch, cutting Harry off.

"Why, yes, sir. Most people really don't like it when I say Voldemort." As if to prove Harry's point, almost the whole class jumped.

Tom scowled. "In this class, Mr. Potter, you may refer to him as Voldemort." Everyone jumped again. "In fact, I will even allow you to call him an insane psychopath. Anything but–" Tom shuddered slightly, "–Voldie."

Harry sighed. "Of course, sir." Tom nodded for him to continue. "As I was saying, Voldie–"

"POTTER!" Tom shouted. The Slytherins hid smiles while everyone else tried to keep from laughing too hard. Harry merely looked confused.

"Sir?"

"Detention. Tonight. Now, keep your mouth shut for the rest of class."

"Yes, sir." Harry nodded.

But, as Tom returned to getting effects of using the Dark Arts from other students, Harry charmed the chalk into writing "VOLDIE" in big bright green letters on the board.

Tom saw it about two minutes later.

"Expelliarmus," he hissed, taking Harry's wand away before cleaning off the board and returning to the lesson. Again.

Harry spent the rest of the class pouting.

-~*~-

"Harry, you're brilliant!"

Harry grinned at Draco and the rest of the class as they surrounded him on their way to lunch. "Thanks, Dray."

"How come you got away with it so well? I could have sworn he'd have hexed you," Blaise said from Draco's other side. The Gryffindors were eyeing the Slytherins nervously, but Harry ignored them.

"Marcus and I are friends. We met up over the summer again and the Weasley twins sent him to Professor Dumbledore for a job."

"Marcus?" Hermione frowned at her friend. "Really, Harry, calling a teacher by his first name."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh, definitely. Just like how Ginny and I spent two hours hanging out with him last night."

"Did you?" Ron asked suddenly.

"Well, yeah."

"Oh. I'd wondered where you'd gone to…" This statement came from Dean Thomas.

Hermione gasped suddenly. "Harry, did you ever get your wand back?"

Harry sighed. "Oiy. No. I'll get it when we get to the Great Hall. He put it in his pocket, as I recall."

"Really, disarming a student like that." Hermione tutted again.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Heads turned as the group of seventh years stepped into the Great Hall, chatting; it was an odd sight.

Harry immediately pointed out Tom and nodded to his classmates. "I'm gonna go get my wand back now."

A chorus of "Good luck, Harry"s followed him as Harry stepped up to the Head Table.

Snape glared at him, but Tom's gaze was wary. "What do you want, Potter?" Snape barked out.

Tom gave the Potions Professor an annoyed look as Harry spoke. "Well, I was wondering if you were ever planning on giving me back my wand, Marcus?"

Severus and everyone else in hearing range startled and turned to watch Tom, who was smiling faintly. "You, Harry Potter, are more trouble than you are worth, but, yes, you may have your wand back." Tom held out the wand, but pulled it out of Harry's reach when the boy grabbed for it. "What have you learned from this?"

"To never call Voldemort 'Voldie' in your presence." Harry sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Good." Tom handed over the wand. "And, next time, don't let me catch you off guard, hum?"

"So sorry." Harry turned and started back towards his table, sending a mental, Voldie, towards the Dark Lord.

Tom scowled.

-~*~-

Harry knocked softly on the door to Tom's office and the door opened. Tom scowled at him. "In, you brat."

"Aw, did I hurt your feelings?" Harry teased, skipping out of the way as Tom aimed a smack at his backside.

Tom threw up a Silencing Spell and then led Harry to a connecting sitting room that Harry hadn't remembered from any other time he'd been in the office.
"Sit, you."

"Are you really that mad at me?"

Tom sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Harry, I really don't care if you treat me like a friend around school, hell, I don't care if you take over my class, but you have got to be more careful around the staff!"

"Why?" Harry enquired.

Tom sat in an armchair messily, something Harry had become more and more used to seeing over the summer. "Severus apparently told Dumbledore that he believes I'm working for me. I spent my free period explaining to Albus Dumbledore what all had happened in class and why you were without your wand afterwards."

"Oh." Harry scuffed his foot along the ground. "I'm sorry."

Tom shook his head. "You couldn't have known that Severus would hand over the information."

"I did."

"What?"

"I did. I knew he'd tell," Harry mumbled, still watching his shoes.

Tom put two and two together. "So, Severus is the spy."

"Yes."

"And of course you wouldn't tell me this earlier."

"You'd have killed him!"

Tom narrowed his eyes at a spot on the wall, in a different direction from Harry. "Probably."

"Tom, please…"

"Why the hell are you protecting him?!" Scarlet eyes blazed in a cold fury as they landed on Harry.

"Because he protects me, and many other people I care about, even though he hates us. He saved my life in first year when Quirrell tried to throw me from my broom. In third year he came after us when we met up with Sirius. In fourth year, he went back to spying on you to give us information that saved lives. In fifth year, he sent Dumbledore and the rest of the Order for us at the Ministry. Last year, he shielded all the students in the forest from stray hexes while the Order finished the fight with the Death Eaters."

"Don't tell me you think you owe him a bloody life debt, Harry."

"No. He's, apparently, still sorta paying off a life debt to my dad." Harry let his emerald eyes lock with the scarlet fires watching him. "But I won't let you kill him, no matter what."

"Why the hell not?!"

"I respect him, Tom! Dammit!"

Tom pursed his lips and looked away. "You respect a man who hates you."

"And I fucking love the man who's been trying to kill me for sixteen years. Go figure," Harry shot back.

Tom sighed and looked back at Harry with tired eyes. "Maybe I shouldn't have come back here. You're angry with me now."

Harry pursed his lips. "Promise me. Promise me you won't turn around and murder him the next chance you get."

Tom sighed again. "I won't kill him, but I won't trust him with important information anymore, either."

"Fair enough." Harry nodded.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Harry blinked in surprise at the hurt tone colouring Tom's voice. "Every day's a new surprise with you, Tom." He smiled. "And I do like surprises."

Tom shook his head and motioned for Harry to sit with him, which Harry did, sitting in his lap. "Now then, about this whole 'Voldie' thing…"

"It's endearing."

"I will not stand for it."

"Well, currently, you're sitting…"

"You know what I mean."

"Are you going to give me a detention every time I call you Voldie?"

"Yes."

"Oh, good." Harry rested his head on Tom's chest.

"Spoiled brat," Tom murmured.

Harry grinned. "You like it."

"Can't deny the obvious, can I?"

"Not with me. I know you too well."

"I should hope so."

"Oh?"

"Yes. If anyone else knew me this well, I'd have to kill them. They'd just know way too much."

Harry just laughed.

-~/\~-

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A/N: Okay, okay. I had to get the Sev issue out of the way. I can just imagine Harry standing up for our favourite Potions Master, too. Sort of. *grins*
The Voldie idea was because of a reviewer's complaint that they liked Draco's nickname about as much as he did. No biggie. Can't please everybody. However, it gave me an idea for how to drive Tom up the wall rather quickly, so I used it. *grins* Silly Gryffindorks and their nicknames!

~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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