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Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Summary: Thrown back in time by Lord Voldemort, Harry must adapt. Who should he befriend, and fall for, but the man who sent him back in time himself.
Disclaim Her: Simple Plan is one hell of a awesome band, don't you know? And there are GIRLS on the paper in this CD case, which is just fucking sexy... *drools*
A/N: Ignore the Disclaim Her. I haven't the faintest what I was on while writing it...
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Chapter Four – No Chance To Say Goodbye
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'I have no clue what to get him...'
Salir stared down the High Street oh Hogsmeade blankly. He and Tom, after much debate, had agreed to get one another Christmas gifts. Salir, of course, had no clue what to get his lover that the future Dark Lord would enjoy.
'A weapon of some sort. It's just the sort of thing...Voldemort...would use...'
Salir sighed to himself helplessly and walked purposefully to the little village's weapons dealer.
"May I help you, young man?" the man behind the desk asked as the door closed behind the black-haired customer.
Salir shook his head. "I'm just looking for right now," he offered before walking among the different weapons of destruction the little shop offered.
His hair, kept long on Tom's orders, caught on something and Salir turned to free it, annoyed, when he saw it.
A cool green hilt with one shining emerald inlayed at the top. The sheath dotted with emeralds and diamonds, made of silver.
Salir had seen the dagger before. Voldemort had given him yet another scar with it in his sixth year. It was a scar Tom was fond of tracing between shags or before they fell asleep.
"How much?" Salir asked, feeling the shopkeeper's eyes on him.
"One hundred Galleons."
Salir winced, but pulled out his change purse anyway. He was glad he'd taken to carrying a couple hundred Galleons on his person after the failed attack on Gringotts in his sixth year. Dumbledore had given him some money, yes, but it was, really, only enough for some sweets.
As the money changed hands, so did the dagger. Salir slipped into into the pocket and left the shop with a smile. He headed back towards the school, totally ignoring the candy and prank shops.
'I have the perfect card idea!'
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"Done!"
"With what?"
The thin box slipped into Salir's pocket as he turned to smile innocently at Dumbledore. "Nothing of any significance, sir. Did you need me?"
"Yes. My office, please?"
"Of course! No where I'd rather be!" Sarcasm.
Tom smirked as he watched his lover follow Professor Dumbledore. He'd gotten rid of any lingering respect Salir might have had for the coot ages ago.
His curiosity spiked, Tom silently followed his least favourite professor and his most favourite student. 'What could Dumbledork possibly want with Salir?'
An ear to the professor's office door allowed Tom to hear everything.
"Now, Professor, what did you need me for?"
"I have found a way to send you back, my dear boy!"
'What?!'
There was a long pause before Salir answered, his voice hesitant. "I...see..."
"So, we'll send you back now!"
"Now!?" Salir squeaked. If Tom hadn't been so shocked, he would have been amused at the thought of Salir squeaking.
"Of course! No time like the present!"
"...Right..." A slight shuffle of cloth. "Give this to Riddle. It's his Christmas present... and... tell him I'm sorry?"
"Of course!"
"Don't!" A bang.
"Oops..."
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch that which is meant for others?"
"Probably..."
Salir snorted.
"Where'd you learn to hex the gift to only prank those who weren't Mr Riddle?"
"Secret." Tom could just hear the smirk.
"Very well..." A chair's movement. "Back you go."
"Ready."
Tom froze at the note of mixed fear and pain in Salir's voice. 'Where's he going?! What's he have to fear there?! Why doesn't he want to go?! Cobre!'
In desperation, Tom turned his wand on the door and ran through every spell he knew that could open doors. When none of them worked, Tom felt like crying.
Then, the door opened. "Ah, Mr Riddle. I do believe this is for you." Dumbledore handed over the box, skin bright green, before closing the door in Tom's face again.
Tom gaped at the door stupidly for a long moment before turning his gaze to the box in his hands.
It was wrapped in silver paper with green snakes slithering across it in random patterns. The message on the card was written in Salir's perfected scrawl:
'I know you'll find a way to use this,
Like on your greatest of foes.
But always think twice before you dig in,
Could this be your one-time friend?'
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A/N: Sorry it's so short. *hides from pissed readers* If you kill me, I can't update!! *comes back out as everyone calms down* Jeeze...
Meh, two more chapters, then this is done. Just so you're all aware.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Chapters:
Prologue
1 - The Arrival ||| 2 - The Budding Friendship ||| 3 - Love Always Ruins Everything
4 - No Chance to Say Goodbye ||| 5 - Burdened Home
Epilogue - A New Age
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Harry/Tom(Voldemort)
Warnings: This will have slash(Guys on guys, ppl.).
Summary: Thrown back in time by Lord Voldemort, Harry must adapt. Who should he befriend, and fall for, but the man who sent him back in time himself.
Disclaim Her: Simple Plan is one hell of a awesome band, don't you know? And there are GIRLS on the paper in this CD case, which is just fucking sexy... *drools*
A/N: Ignore the Disclaim Her. I haven't the faintest what I was on while writing it...
Chapter Four – No Chance To Say Goodbye
=========
'I have no clue what to get him...'
Salir stared down the High Street oh Hogsmeade blankly. He and Tom, after much debate, had agreed to get one another Christmas gifts. Salir, of course, had no clue what to get his lover that the future Dark Lord would enjoy.
'A weapon of some sort. It's just the sort of thing...Voldemort...would use...'
Salir sighed to himself helplessly and walked purposefully to the little village's weapons dealer.
"May I help you, young man?" the man behind the desk asked as the door closed behind the black-haired customer.
Salir shook his head. "I'm just looking for right now," he offered before walking among the different weapons of destruction the little shop offered.
His hair, kept long on Tom's orders, caught on something and Salir turned to free it, annoyed, when he saw it.
A cool green hilt with one shining emerald inlayed at the top. The sheath dotted with emeralds and diamonds, made of silver.
Salir had seen the dagger before. Voldemort had given him yet another scar with it in his sixth year. It was a scar Tom was fond of tracing between shags or before they fell asleep.
"How much?" Salir asked, feeling the shopkeeper's eyes on him.
"One hundred Galleons."
Salir winced, but pulled out his change purse anyway. He was glad he'd taken to carrying a couple hundred Galleons on his person after the failed attack on Gringotts in his sixth year. Dumbledore had given him some money, yes, but it was, really, only enough for some sweets.
As the money changed hands, so did the dagger. Salir slipped into into the pocket and left the shop with a smile. He headed back towards the school, totally ignoring the candy and prank shops.
'I have the perfect card idea!'
"Done!"
"With what?"
The thin box slipped into Salir's pocket as he turned to smile innocently at Dumbledore. "Nothing of any significance, sir. Did you need me?"
"Yes. My office, please?"
"Of course! No where I'd rather be!" Sarcasm.
Tom smirked as he watched his lover follow Professor Dumbledore. He'd gotten rid of any lingering respect Salir might have had for the coot ages ago.
His curiosity spiked, Tom silently followed his least favourite professor and his most favourite student. 'What could Dumbledork possibly want with Salir?'
An ear to the professor's office door allowed Tom to hear everything.
"Now, Professor, what did you need me for?"
"I have found a way to send you back, my dear boy!"
'What?!'
There was a long pause before Salir answered, his voice hesitant. "I...see..."
"So, we'll send you back now!"
"Now!?" Salir squeaked. If Tom hadn't been so shocked, he would have been amused at the thought of Salir squeaking.
"Of course! No time like the present!"
"...Right..." A slight shuffle of cloth. "Give this to Riddle. It's his Christmas present... and... tell him I'm sorry?"
"Of course!"
"Don't!" A bang.
"Oops..."
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch that which is meant for others?"
"Probably..."
Salir snorted.
"Where'd you learn to hex the gift to only prank those who weren't Mr Riddle?"
"Secret." Tom could just hear the smirk.
"Very well..." A chair's movement. "Back you go."
"Ready."
Tom froze at the note of mixed fear and pain in Salir's voice. 'Where's he going?! What's he have to fear there?! Why doesn't he want to go?! Cobre!'
In desperation, Tom turned his wand on the door and ran through every spell he knew that could open doors. When none of them worked, Tom felt like crying.
Then, the door opened. "Ah, Mr Riddle. I do believe this is for you." Dumbledore handed over the box, skin bright green, before closing the door in Tom's face again.
Tom gaped at the door stupidly for a long moment before turning his gaze to the box in his hands.
It was wrapped in silver paper with green snakes slithering across it in random patterns. The message on the card was written in Salir's perfected scrawl:
'I know you'll find a way to use this,
Like on your greatest of foes.
But always think twice before you dig in,
Could this be your one-time friend?'
========
A/N: Sorry it's so short. *hides from pissed readers* If you kill me, I can't update!! *comes back out as everyone calms down* Jeeze...
Meh, two more chapters, then this is done. Just so you're all aware.
~Batsutousai ^.^x
Prologue
1 - The Arrival ||| 2 - The Budding Friendship ||| 3 - Love Always Ruins Everything
Epilogue - A New Age
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