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Title: Abandon
Author: [ profile] batsutousai
Beta: [ profile] magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Disclaim Her: Hey, guess what? Another disclaimer that has NOTHING to do know, that series that doesn't belong to me... XD



Chapter 28


Lucius scowled as he watched his pink-haired son chasing Harry Potter around the library again. The Dark Lord was chuckling next to him.

“My Lord, forgive me, but, how do you put up with Mr. Potter?”

“I don’t give him a reason to prank me,” Tom responded cheerfully.

“I see.” Lucius shook his head at the two younger wizards as they ran back out into the hallway.

“And he’s not all pranks,” the scarlet-eyed wizard added before going back to his spellwork.

Lucius rubbed at the bridge of his nose delicately. He knew that. It had shown in the young man’s eyes when he’d spoken to them all last night. It had shown again when, that morning, everyone had stepped around him as if walking on eggshells, until he’d pranked them all. It had, by now, turned into a game of tag.

“If it helps any, Harry promises they won’t break anything,” Tom offered, as if knowing what was going through the Malfoy’s mind.

It wouldn’t surprise me if he does, Lucius thought dryly. “I have no fear of that, my Lord. I put anything of value away when I realised I’d be having three Gryffindors over.”

The Dark Lord let out a bark of laughter and gave Lucius a rare smile. “Wise man.”

“Not as wise as yourself, my Lord,” Lucius replied.

Tom shook his head. “Perhaps I’m not so wise. After all, I did fall in love with Harry Potter.” He sat back and stared into cool grey eyes. “Tell me, Lucius, do you think me foolish?”

“It is not for me to say.”

“I’m asking for you to tell me what you think. What everyone thinks,” Tom said sharply, scarlet eyes narrowing.

How’d I know he would ask me this at one point or another over the holiday? Lucius sighed. “Most of us believe you have finally lost your mind, my Lord, although, there are some of us who believe you are trying a new direction of attack.”

“And what do you think, Lucius?”

“My Lord, I did believe you’d lost your mind, but Draco has been sending me daily letters about Mr Potter, and now I have met him, and I am starting to wonder if this is not a good idea.”

“A good idea?” the Dark Lord repeated sceptically.

“You have two road blocks in your way of taking over the wizarding world, my Lord. Those road blocks are Harry Potter and Dumbledore. More people will follow Harry Potter than Dumbledore in this, as Harry Potter is the saviour, not Dumbledore,” Lucius explained.

Tom searched the Death Eater’s gaze before nodding. “Yes.” He paused for a brief moment before speaking again. “Lucius, why do you call Harry, Mr Potter or Harry Potter? Why not just call him Harry?”

“I am…uncomfortable with it, my Lord,” Lucius murmured, wincing. He’d hoped the Dark Lord wouldn’t call him on that.

“This would have something to do with Dobby the house-elf?” Tom inquired with amusement.

“Perhaps,” the Malfoy replied tightly.

Scarlet eyes laughed loudly as Tom returned to his spellwork. “In Harry’s words: Get over it.”

Lucius scowled.


“What have you got there, Hermione?” Theodore inquired.

Hermione pulled out a button and showed it to him, grinning. “S.P.E.W! Want to join?”

“Oh, not the House-elf Liberation Front again.” Ginny groaned, hiding her face in her hands.

“The, House-elf Liber– What? No!” Theodore scowled at the brunette. “Leave the house-elves alone, Hermione.”

“But they should be treated equally!” Hermione argued.

“They like the lives they have now,” Theodore shot back.

“But, Dobby–“

“Is a whole different issue,” Harry cut in coolly as he stepped into the room, Draco following him. “Put those away, Herm. This is Malfoy Manor, not Hogwarts.”

Hermione sighed and re-shrunk the tin before packing it away.

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked as Harry threw himself into a chair.

“I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Ginny glanced up at Draco for his take while Hermione frowned at the raven-haired wizard. Draco just shrugged helplessly.

Harry.” Ginny sighed, exasperated. “Talk to us already.”

Harry muttered something into his knees, which he’d drawn up to his chest and rested his chin on.

Harry,” Hermione and Ginny chorused.

“I found the Dursleys’ address in the pocket of Tom’s trousers from yesterday,” the young man said softly.

“And you don’t know why he’d have it?” Ginny questioned.

Harry shrugged. “I can make a couple guesses, I suppose.”

“Oh, come on,” Draco spat. “You can’t tell me you still care about that bastard of a cousin or your aunt and uncle. Didn’t they leave you to fend for yourself in London?”

“That’s not the point…”

“STOP TRYING TO BE A MARTYR!” Draco shouted furiously. “I thought I’d cured you of this, Potter!”

Harry pursed his lips. “I am not attempting to be a martyr, Malfoy,” he said calmly.

“They. Are. Not. Worth. It,” the blond bit out. “You’re a million times better than them. Why do you want them to keep living?”

“They aren’t doing anything wrong.”

“Yes, Harry, they are,” Hermione cut in gently. “The actions performed upon you by Dudley, his friends, Vernon, and Petunia have always affected you, even while we’re at school. The pranks you played on them back in August did not solve anything.”

“I don’t kill people.”

“That’s all good and well, Harry, but there are some terrible people out there, and you’ve suffered at the hands of them.”

“Killing is wrong,” Harry argued.

“Some people deserve to die.” Draco growled.

“Like my parents?” Harry asked softly, green eyes shimmering dangerously. “And Sirius? Did they deserve what they got, Draco?”

The Malfoy heir let out a helpless sigh. “I cannot judge those I’ve never known.”

“And yet, you judge the Dursleys.”

“I don’t need to meet them to see what sort of people they are, Merlin dammit!!”

“What are you all yelling about this time?” Tom stepped into the room, eyes narrowed dangerously. Lucius followed behind him mutely.

“Potter’s being a martyr again.” Draco sneered.

Tom blinked a few times before groaning. “For the love of Merlin… Harry, who are you trying to save this time?”

Harry glared at Tom. “The Dursleys.”

Tom froze. “What makes you think they’re in any danger?”

“You,” Harry said coldly, standing, “have their address, Tom Riddle. You didn’t ask me for it, so I am led to believe you were planning on throwing a house party without my knowledge.”

“And if I was?” Tom ask just as coldly.

Why the fuck didn’t you ask me?!” Harry exploded. “Why couldn’t I find something out from you for once?!

“Harry…” Tom took a step forward.

“Don’t,” Harry hissed before spinning and storming from the room.

“…Tom?” Ginny whispered.

Tom’s gaze chilled. “Let him rot, then,” he spat before turning sharply and leaving the way he came in.

The others in the room traded looks.

“Oh, this has been a very difficult day…” Hermione groaned, putting her face in her hands.

“No joke.” Draco threw himself messily into a chair, ignoring his father’s strangled complaint. “Now what are we suppose to do? Those two are so difficult to deal with.”

“I’d suggest not interfering, actually,” Lucius offered, leaning nonchalantly against a wall.

“Perhaps, Mr Malfoy, that works for your Lord Voldemort, but it doesn’t not work for the Tom Riddle I know, nor will it work for Harry,” Ginny spat, glaring at the man. “If we let them simmer, who knows what foolish thing they’ll do.”

“Knowing Tom, kill someone. Knowing Harry, kill himself,” Theodore murmured.

“We need to talk to Harry…” Draco agreed. “But he doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Not true.” Ginny tapped at her chin. “But we don’t have Salazar here, so, Hermione, you’ll have to fill in.” She turned to look at the older witch, who nodded firmly. “Good. Now, who wants to take on Tom?”

“Gin, I hate to say it, but he’s most likely to talk to you than any of us,” Theodore pointed out as Hermione left to go find Harry. “We’re just followers. You’re family.”

“Family?” Lucius inquired.

“Gin’s the reason our Lord and Harry are together,” Draco explained in a monotone. “She’s the cover for their relationship at school, too, so she’s kind of become adopted into both our Lord’s and Harry’s family.”

“Yes.” Ginny winked. “And, one day, Tom might actually get me to join your side, too.” She turned and left among Lucius, Draco, and Theodore’s laughter.


“Hey there.” Hermione sat down on the fountain next to Harry out in the Malfoy gardens. “Beautiful view.”

Harry shrugged and let his hand trail in the water. “I guess.”

“I remember a bright, happy, constantly smiling boy back in my first year.” Hermione sighed. “Two of them, actually. They were the best of friends, did everything together, even save an ugly, brainy girl from a troll.” She glanced over to Harry’s downcast face. “Nothing ever seems to go right for you, does it, Harry? Just when you think life’s done a turn for the best, it decides to screw you over.”

“Makes two of us, doesn’t it?” Harry murmured. “You, with your unwanted baby, and me, loving a man who doesn’t want me.”

“Harry, you’re mad at each other. It’s not that Tom doesn’t want you–“

“Yes, yes it is. He hates me. Absolutely despises me.”

Hermione frowned, shaking her head. “Why do you think this?”

“He keeps thinking it in his mind. I can hear it.”

“You know what?”

“Oh, don’t patronize me.”

“I was going to tell you another little story.”


Hermione looked at her friend sadly. “I remember a much older boy, a boy who seen death and the rebirth of great evil. I remember this boy who’d once smiled and joked with his friends suddenly yelling at them, at everyone. He called them names, told them he hated them. But, you know what? He didn’t mean it. He was just angry at the world and all that had been placed on his shoulders. He was angry that he was being left out of the loop.”

Harry bit his lip and looked away. “Go away, Herm.”

Hermione pulled Harry into a hug. “I will not, because you don’t really mean that. You’re just angry right now, and you always say stupid things when you’re angry. Things you don’t really mean.”

Harry turned and cried into her shirt.


“Tom Marvolo Riddle, open this Merlin-damned door.”

“I said, go away. I’m not talking to anyone.”

“Would you prefer to listen to me scream myself hoarse, instead? I’m not leaving just because you’ve got a tick up your arse!” The door slammed open and Ginny found herself faced with glaring scarlet eyes. Eyes that no longer scared her. “Are you letting me in, then?”

Tom let his breath out angrily and stepped back to let her in, slamming the door behind her. “What the fuck do you want, Ginevra?”

Ginny lit a lamp and smiled. “You sure like it dreary in here when you’re trying not to cry.”

Tom pointed his wand at her throat. “What do you want?”

Ginny cocked an eyebrow at him. “You know you’ll regret it later if you kill me, Tom, so stop threatening me. It’s getting rather old.”

“Women,” he hissed, furiously stalking away from her and throwing himself onto his bed. “Go away, Gin. I’m not talking to you.”

“Then you will listen,” Ginny said firmly, crossing her arms over her breasts and scowling at him. “And you will pay attention or I’ll beat you over the head with a pillow.”

“Don’t be petty, Ginevra.”

“Listen to yourself! Hypocrite!”

“Hold your tongue!” Tom demanded, sitting up angrily.

Ginny pursed her lips. “Don’t tell me what to do when you’re not even listening to yourself. Why are you mad at Harry?”

“He went behind my back,” Tom replied promptly.

“An eye for an eye. Why are you really angry at Harry?”

Tom glared at her silently.

“Would you like me to tell you why you’re angry with him?” Ginny enquired coolly. When he didn’t answer, she continued, “You’re angry because Harry’s right. You went through someone else to get information on his family and never told him, never even considered talking to him about it. You didn’t ever even plan on telling him, I’ll bet. He was probably going to find out about the deaths of the Dursleys in the paper.” Ginny shook her head. “Really, Tom. For a, what, seventy-something year old guy, you’re pretty damn stupid when it comes to love and people, aren’t you?”

“You have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“So sure?” Ginny shrugged. “Alright, then. Guess you’re right. After all, what could I know about love or people? I mean, sure, I’ve got a boyfriend and all that, and I’ve grown up surrounded by my family, but I, obviously, have no clue what I’m talking about.” She narrowed her eyes again at the Dark Lord, who scowled in return. “Tom, let’s get this straight, for all that you’re not: Harry is fragile, just like you; Harry has had a shit life, just like you; when someone attacks what little life Harry knows, he fights back, just like you. No, Harry doesn’t give much of a shit for the Dursleys, but that doesn’t mean he wants anyone going about trying to kill him without consulting him first.

“Tell me, Tom Riddle. How would you have felt if some other person went and killed your father without telling you they were going to do it, just because they thought it would help you out?” she added softly before turning and leaving the room.



Ginny sighed and sat warily on the couch, next to Theodore. “Well, he’s either going to kill me for insulting him and his intelligence, or he’s going to pull his head out of his arse and go apologize to Harry.”

“You, Miss Weasley, have nothing, if not guts,” Lucius decided, sipping at his cup of tea.

“I’m a Gryffindor, sir; guts is all we’re allowed to have,” Ginny replied bluntly.

“You’re not a proper Gryffindor, and you know it.” Draco snorted.

“Your point?”

“You have more to offer than guts.”

Ginny slammed a hand over Theodore’s mouth as the Slytherin opened it to add to the conversation. “Down, boy.” Theodore scowled while the other two men laughed.

“At least someone’s having fun,” Hermione grumbled as she led Harry into the room. “What are you all talking about?”

“What Gryffindors have to offer,” Ginny supplied, keeping her hand over Theodore’s mouth. “You alright, Harry?”

Harry shrugged. “Not going to jump off the Astronomy Tower, if that’s what you mean.”

“I should hope not, it’s a bit far from here,” Tom said from the doorway.

Harry spun around and glared at the man while everyone else watched on warily. “Point?”

Tom sighed. “I fucked up. I should have talked to you. I’m sorry.”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. “Was that rehearsed, or do you mean it?”

Tom opened his mouth to reply when a pillow hit him in the face. He turned to glare at Ginny, who shrugged. “I told you to pay attention, did I not? You do not yell.”

“I was not–“

“Ah!” Ginny cut him off firmly. “Yes, you were. Now, how do you show Harry you mean what you said?”

Tom scowled and the girl angrily for a long moment. Ginny glared right back, eyes burning dangerously. Tom sighed, giving in, and looked over at Harry sadly. I really am sorry, love. I should have talked to you, you're right, and I didn't mean all those things I said. You know I really do care about you. And I shouldn't have lost my temper at you, either. That was...stupid...of me..

Harry stared at him steadily. You are a complete and utter jerk, Tom Riddle. I should hate you.


Harry stepped forward and hugged Tom tightly. But I'm tired of hating, and I love you too damn much.

Hum, I suppose that's to my advantage, then.
Tom smirked, kissing the top of Harry's head.

Hardly. Harry snorted, untangling himself from the Dark Lord with a dangerous smile.

"What do you have up your sleeve?" Tom asked warily.

"Your just desserts," Harry replied brightly, green eyes gleaming with mischief, before snapping his fingers.

Tom groaned as Christmas-red hair flopped into his face and the other occupants of the room laughed hysterically. "Red hair?"

Harry nodded happily. "To your bum, and I'm not removing it till we get back to school."


"My Lord?" Lucius chuckled. Tom turned to him, brushing hair from his eyes to glare at the Death Eater. "I thought you said that he doesn't prank you."

"Oh, Tom lied." Harry waved a hand flippantly. "By the way, dear, you look adorable."

Tom held up a hand. "You have to the count of five to tear the hell out of here."

"It is adorable," Ginny offered, smiling.

"You too, then. Five." He put down one finger.

"HIDE AND SEEK!" Harry shouted gleefully before tearing from the room.

"Tom's it!" Ginny agreed before tearing out another door.

Laughing, Theodore, Hermione, and – much to Lucius' horror – Draco followed their example.

Lucius cocked an eyebrow at Tom as the elder man threw himself into a chair, pulling his hair back in a conjured hair-tie. "My Lord?"

"Not a word, Lucius," Tom growled, pointing his wand at the grey-eyed man. "Not a fucking word."

Lucius laughed.



A/N: Emotional roller coaster, anyone?

~Batsutousai ^.^x

Abandon & Reclaim Series:
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
Side Stories:
Ginevra Weasley & Theodore Nott
Minerva McGonagall || Minerva McGonagall (again)



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