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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.). This also has mentions of child abuse. Perhaps a bit mild…
Disclaim Her: I’m not even quite sure I own my own brain, sometimes. Why would I own Harry Potter?


Chapter 3


“I never imagined that I would go into Knockturn for a book and come out, only to land on the bodiless Boy-Who-Lived. This really must be my lucky day, don’t you think, Mr. Potter?”

Oh. Shit.

“Startled to see me?”


Tom Riddle smirked at Harry as he unclasped the invisibility cloak. “Where ever did you attain this? It’s rather useful, I suppose.”

“Get off,” Harry managed in a croaked voice.

Tom cocked an eyebrow at the boy. “I’m quite comfortable here, thank you.”

Harry glared at the man who murdered his parents.

Tom merely smirked back.

No, this definitely was not his lucky day.


Harry glared at the Dark Lord who sat across from him at the table outside of a small café in the Muggle world. Voldemort had his wand and his cloak; he was in deep shit.

The elder wizard gave a long-suffering sigh. “I’m not going to kill you, Potter.”

“Then why are you calling me Potter, Tom?”

Voldemort gave the saviour of the wizarding world an annoyed look. “I’m going to let you call me that, if only because you’ll cause a scene otherwise by shouting Voldemort at the top of your lungs in the middle of a nice conversation. Mass panics can be nice, but I’d rather choose when they happen myself.”

Nice conversation?” Harry managed incredulously.

“Assuming you’d stop glaring at me, yes.”

“What ever happened to you trying to kill me?”

“I’m tired of having my ego stomped on, okay?” Voldemort narrowed scarlet eyes at the teen. “Why are you out in the middle of London on your own, anyway?”

Harry sighed. “I got left here by my aunt.”


“Ask her.” Harry glared at the man again. “Why are you asking?”

Voldemort offered the boy a raised eyebrow. “Dumbledore usually takes better care of his Golden Boy.”

“Oh, he does. My relatives hate me.”

“Why not owl Dumbledore and have him pick you up?” The Dark Lord’s voice was coloured with curiosity.

Harry shook his head. “My owl’s at my aunt and uncle’s house. Anyway, Dumbledore said not to bug him unless it was something important.”

“And this isn’t important?”

Harry couldn’t help but grin. “You sound like my friend Hermione.”

Voldemort’s lips twitched. “Answer the question, Potter.”

“Well, that depends. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Answering a question with another question is rude.”

“I didn’t have the most trustworthy of upbringings. You’ll have to forgive me,” came Harry’s sarcastic reply.

Voldemort watched the boy with amused scarlet eyes. “Where’d you get the cloak?”

“Hum? Oh. It was my dad’s.” Harry spared the Dark Lord a furious glare at the mention of his father before continuing. “Dumbledore gave it to me during my first Christmas at Hogwarts.”

“No wonder you get into so much trouble.” Voldemort chuckled. Harry gave him a shocked look. “Now what?”

“You chuckled!”

Voldemort stared at Harry for a long moment before laughing outright.

Harry couldn’t help but grin.


“What are your friends like?”

“Which ones?”

Tom rolled his eyes. “The one who keep helping you every time we run into each other.”

Harry smirked. “Ron and Hermione are my two best friends. Hermione’s a Muggle-born–“ the smirk widened when Tom cringed, “–and Ron’s a Weasley.”

“I shouldn’t expect much more from you.”

Harry snorted. “And then there’s Neville, who’s Snape’s worst nightmare–“

“I think I’ve heard about him before…”

“–and Ginny, who’s Ron’s little sister–“

Another Weasley?! How many are there?”

“–and Luna, who always has her head in the clouds.”

“How does she manage?”

Harry frowned at Tom. “You’re one to talk. Look at Crabbe and Goyle.”

Tom winced. “Oh, very well. I’ll give you that.”

Harry smiled triumphantly and slide his hand across the table to grab his wand before the Dark Lord could react. “Thank you.”

Tom rolled his eyes and handed over the cloak as well. “Put those away.”

The cloak and wand found their ways into Harry’s pockets. “I’m hungry.”

Tom shook his head. “Teenagers.” Harry glared in response. The elder man rolled his eyes and waved down a waiter. “Very well. Stop glaring at me.”


“This has been the weirdest day,” Harry declared.

“How so?” Tom enquired, before putting a bite of treacle tart into his mouth gracefully.

“Well, I got abandoned in London, to begin with. Then I ran into my worst enemy. Now you and I are actually having a civil conversation about Binns of all things!”

Tom laughed. “That reminds me, what were you doing near Knockturn Alley?”

“I was going to go see if I could get a disguise,” Harry answered truthfully.

“I see…” Tom looked the boy over for a long moment as Harry ate his pudding. “And are you still going to try for that disguise?”

“I don’t know. Just because you’re not going to kill me doesn’t mean I’m safe, does it?”

“No, no. I suppose not.” The Dark Lord sat back in his chair. “It’s too late now, but, if you want, we can meet up here tomorrow and I’ll take you to a good shop I know down in Knockturn that should be helpful.”

“Oh, is that where you went to go back to your beautiful old self?” Harry teased.

Tom rolled his eyes. “I did this myself, thank you. I am not incompetent.”

Harry snorted. “Coulda fooled me.”

Tom impaled the smirking boy with his death glare as a response.

“Snape’s is more intimidating.”

“Snape has greasy hair, yellow skin, and a hooked nose. Of course his glare is more intimidating,” Tom replied with an annoyed look.

Harry laughed. “Why did you change your appearance back, anyway? Dumbledore said you’d gone all snake-like while you were travelling the world in your youth.”

“You make me sound so old, Harry,” Tom complained, getting a snigger from the teen. “Seriously?” Harry nodded. “It’s nice being able to walk around in Diagon Alley every once and a while without everyone turning and running.”

Harry shook his head. “You do have a heart!”

Tom sighed. “Of course I do. I’m human too, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I was wondering about that.”

“If you were a Death Eater, you’d be under Crucio right now for your cheek,” the Dark Lord informed his companion.

Harry sobered up quickly. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Tom gave the boy a sad look. “No. Don’t suppose it would be.” He stood and stretched. “I must say, Harry Potter, for a Gryffindor, you’re a surprisingly good companion.”

“Was that a compliment?” Harry enquired with a hint of humour as he, too, stood.

“Why, I do believe it was!” They shared a light laugh. “Tomorrow?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you here around noon.”

Tom shook his head. “Make it two.”

“Ah. I keep forgetting all about your job, don’t I?”

“Yes. I’m afraid that taking over the world it rather tedious.” Tom sighed regretfully.

Harry rolled his eyes as he smiled. “Tomorrow at two.”

“Yes. I promise not to bring any Death Eaters to help me take you out.”

Harry smirked. “Really? Wow. I guess my conversation really is stimulating!”

The boy left to Tom’s laughter.

Perhaps the day wasn’t so unlucky after all.


A/N: Long chappie, but only because it was all conversation. My weak point in my writing is always my details. Or lack thereof. Consider this my natural writing style. Do you like this better, or worse than how I normally write?

'Til Later!!
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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