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Beta: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: Shoot me now. I think I own them. Save me from my misery?
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Chapter 6
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“Flight of death?” Harry asked as Tom sat across from him the next day.
“Very good. Your friend Hermione would be proud.”
“Oh, please don’t tell her, Tom. She’ll begin to think I can do research on my own!”
Tom frowned at the boy.
Harry grinned.
“Did you get your homework?”
“Yeah. I looked up her phone number in the phone book. Said Hedwig’s off delivering a letter and I finally got my books, but had forgotten the list of assignments.”
“She believed that?”
“She was a little surprised that I got a chance to use a phone, but, yeah.”
“How exactly do your relatives treat you, anyway?”
“Ahh… Like a house-elf?”
“Malfoy house-elf? Or Hogwarts house-elf?”
Harry sighed. “Somewhere in between, really.”
“In between?”
“More often like a Malfoy house-elf, though.”
“Muggles.” Tom sneered.
“Shut up, Tom.”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Why do you still believe in Muggles, Harry? They treat you so poorly.”
“Hermione’s parents are brilliant, and they’re Muggles. Just because one egg is bad doesn’t mean you should throw out the whole carton.”
“Eggs are not people, Harry.”
“Tom, if I were to go by your reasoning, I might as well just kill off the whole world. The wizarding world hasn’t been particularly kind to me, either. They think I’m half insane, remember?”
“I remember…”
“Don’t argue it when you don’t have any support.”
“Stop killing my support!”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the Dark Lord. “I am not killing it, merely pointing out its faults.”
“Same damned thing.”
“It is not.”
“Oh, yes it is!”
“I refuse to sound like a three-year-old.”
Tom glared at him.
~/*\~
“Why are you even suffering through Defence Against the Dark Arts, anyway? You know all this stuff.”
“I know the hexes, I don’t always know the theory. I’ll need the theory for my NEWTs and auror training.”
“Oh, don’t become an auror,” Tom complained with a slight whine in his voice.
“Why not?”
“They’re boring.”
“Tom, what I do now is basically what aurors do.”
“But it’s not official. Anyway, they always have paperwork.”
“So I’ll partner up with someone who likes paperwork.”
“What if no one wants to partner up with you?”
“Tom, I’m the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived; everyone but the Slytherins want to be my partner.”
“Why don’t you become the Minister of Magic? Kick out Cornelius Fudge?”
“And you say aurors are boring.”
“Well, they are!”
“Fine. You become Minister of Magic and tell me how it goes.”
“Harry, I can’t. I’m the Dark Lord.”
“So? Switch sides.”
“No. Absolutely not!”
“Why not?”
“Everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve, Harry. Just look at it.”
“What? All the deaths? That’s not achievement, Tom. That’s stupid and pointless.”
“You’re biased.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are.”
“How so?”
“You’re on the other side.”
“And?”
“So Dumbledore’s taught you to be biased.”
“Tom. You tried to kill me. There wasn’t much need for teaching.”
“You admit you’re biased?”
“Tom, how can a person be biased about death? You yourself are afraid of dying.”
“Am not!”
“Why do you keep trying to win immortality?”
“I am not afraid of death. I’d merely like to live a little longer than most.”
“Lord Voldemort the ghost. Terrorizing little girls and boys on their first day at Hogwarts. I can see it now.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Perfect picture, don’t you think?”
“Do your homework, Potter. You’re quieter when you’re trying to think.”
~/*\~
“Is that a word?”
Tom startled and gave Harry an annoyed look. “What now?”
“What were you doing?”
“Counting Muggles to kill.”
“Tom…”
“Oh, alright. I was taking a nap.”
“Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“No. You had happy dreams. I can’t sleep when you have happy dreams.”
“Oh, so sorry.”
“No, you’re not. Now, what do you want?”
“Positivism. Is it a word?”
“I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you ever study a dictionary?”
“No, Potter. I never studied a dictionary. They aren’t very stimulating.”
“Tell that to Hermione.”
“Perhaps she finds them interesting.”
“As long as Ron isn’t reading over her shoulder.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Well, it is for Ron.”
“Why?”
“Every time he pointed out a dirty word, she hit him over the head with the dictionary.”
“Served him right.”
“Tom, you just sided with a Muggle-born.”
“Yeah, well, not much choice. Mudblood or Weasley. I’m doomed either way.”
“True. And don’t call her that.”
“What?”
“Mudblood. I hate that word.”
“It’s a perfectly reasonable word to call someone.”
“If you’re a hypocrite.”
“I am not a Mudblood, I am a half-blood.”
“You still have ‘dirty’ blood, though. Half of you is Muggle-born.”
“Do your work.”
“It’s true, you know. Your father was a Muggle–“
“Potter, I’m going to hex you.”
“So you’re a Mudblood.”
“Potter!”
“You’re the one that keeps telling me to think.”
“This is not what I meant.”
“I’m just trying to figure it out. I’m Muggle-raised, you know. Quite stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. Far from it.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I’m serious. There are some wizards who come from wizarding families who couldn’t tell you what a broomstick looks like, let alone name a spell or understand our customs. You understand lots, even for being Muggle-raised.”
“Tom, I’m a seventh year. Of course I understand stuff now.”
“Harry, I doubt even Lucius Malfoy cares enough to figure out whether I should be called a Mudblood or not.”
“Well, he doesn’t quite know, does he?”
“Of course he does.”
“He does?”
“Now he does. You’ve opened your mouth and told them all every chance you’ve had, haven’t you?”
“Your Death Eaters never believe me, though.”
“Perhaps they don't want to, but it doesn’t ever quite leave their minds after they’ve heard it once.”
“That doesn’t mean they’d ever actually talk about it.”
“No, I suppose not. That’s what Legilimens is for.”
“But you can’t use it on everyone.”
“Like you?”
“Sure.”
“True. Lucius, however, is extremely easy to read.”
“No wonder he got away with saying he was acting under Imperio the first time.”
“Oh, you are the perfect little bastard, aren’t you?”
“Only about some people.”
“Like Lucius Malfoy?”
“Second year. I’ve hated him since.”
“Ah. My diary. Yes, you would hate him for that, I suppose.”
“And him getting Dumbledore tossed from the school, and trying to hex me when I got him to free Dobby.”
“Dobby?”
“House-elf.”
“You out-Malfoyed a Malfoy?!”
“Yes. I stuffed the diary in my sock and gave it back to him. He tossed my sock to Dobby. It was fun.”
“Fun?”
“Dobby threw him down a flight of stairs, as I recall.”
“When he tried to hex you?”
“Yup.”
“I wish I’d been there!”
“Why?”
“Blackmail material.”
“That’s right, you’re a Slytherin. I keep forgetting. How strange.”
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“I know I’m funny.”
“They need a House just for you, you know.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. The Hogwarts House for deranged saviours of the wizarding world!”
“That would be the same House Dumbledore is in, correct?”
“Yes!” Tom laughed. “That’s right! It’ll be just the two of you.”
“Wonderful. And do they have a House for deranged Dark Lords as well?”
“Of course. It’s called Slytherin.”
“Oh, I shudder to think what sort of Dark Lord we’ll be having next.”
“Shudder away, Harry.”
“So, Vincent Crabbe, or Gregory Goyle?”
Tom stared at Harry for a long moment in shock before laughing.
“No, no, wait. Pansy Parkinson!”
“Anyone but her!” Tom gasped through his laughter.
Harry smiled. “Making you laugh is so rewarding. You should do it more often.”
“Oh, do your homework, you brat,” Tom responded, wiping at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Harry sniggered, but did as he was told.
~/*\~
“Let’s go into Diagon Alley tomorrow.”
“Why ever for?”
“I need to check up on an investment.”
“Investment?”
“A joke shop.”
“Why would you invest in a joke shop?”
“I had nothing better to do with the money from the Tri-Wizard Cup?”
“Good Merlin.”
“So, can we?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Perhaps you can get a few things to use on your Death Eaters?”
“You’re joking?”
“No, not really. Teach them to be more aware?”
“I would hope they’d be!”
“Never hurts to try.”
“Lord Voldemort using petty tricks on his Death Eaters? Perhaps not.”
“Rather Crucio them?”
“Of course.”
“Not embarrass them?”
“Of cou–“ Tom paused, a slow smirk sliding across his face. “If you put it that way…”
“I’ll meet you here tomorrow, then we’ll head into Diagon Alley,” Harry offered, standing.
“Very well.”
Harry waved and wandered off, his books under one arm, a smile on his face.
This could get fun.
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A/N: The whole Mudblood thing was my mom’s fault. She did this weird thing yesterday where she was trying to figure out whether we should be calling Harry a Mudblood or not.
And positivism was my sis’ fault. She found it in another fic and we joked about it for a while before she finally looked it up. And, yes, positivism is a word.
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)
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: 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: Shoot me now. I think I own them. Save me from my misery?
Chapter 6
=========================================
“Flight of death?” Harry asked as Tom sat across from him the next day.
“Very good. Your friend Hermione would be proud.”
“Oh, please don’t tell her, Tom. She’ll begin to think I can do research on my own!”
Tom frowned at the boy.
Harry grinned.
“Did you get your homework?”
“Yeah. I looked up her phone number in the phone book. Said Hedwig’s off delivering a letter and I finally got my books, but had forgotten the list of assignments.”
“She believed that?”
“She was a little surprised that I got a chance to use a phone, but, yeah.”
“How exactly do your relatives treat you, anyway?”
“Ahh… Like a house-elf?”
“Malfoy house-elf? Or Hogwarts house-elf?”
Harry sighed. “Somewhere in between, really.”
“In between?”
“More often like a Malfoy house-elf, though.”
“Muggles.” Tom sneered.
“Shut up, Tom.”
Tom rolled his eyes. “Why do you still believe in Muggles, Harry? They treat you so poorly.”
“Hermione’s parents are brilliant, and they’re Muggles. Just because one egg is bad doesn’t mean you should throw out the whole carton.”
“Eggs are not people, Harry.”
“Tom, if I were to go by your reasoning, I might as well just kill off the whole world. The wizarding world hasn’t been particularly kind to me, either. They think I’m half insane, remember?”
“I remember…”
“Don’t argue it when you don’t have any support.”
“Stop killing my support!”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at the Dark Lord. “I am not killing it, merely pointing out its faults.”
“Same damned thing.”
“It is not.”
“Oh, yes it is!”
“I refuse to sound like a three-year-old.”
Tom glared at him.
“Why are you even suffering through Defence Against the Dark Arts, anyway? You know all this stuff.”
“I know the hexes, I don’t always know the theory. I’ll need the theory for my NEWTs and auror training.”
“Oh, don’t become an auror,” Tom complained with a slight whine in his voice.
“Why not?”
“They’re boring.”
“Tom, what I do now is basically what aurors do.”
“But it’s not official. Anyway, they always have paperwork.”
“So I’ll partner up with someone who likes paperwork.”
“What if no one wants to partner up with you?”
“Tom, I’m the Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived; everyone but the Slytherins want to be my partner.”
“Why don’t you become the Minister of Magic? Kick out Cornelius Fudge?”
“And you say aurors are boring.”
“Well, they are!”
“Fine. You become Minister of Magic and tell me how it goes.”
“Harry, I can’t. I’m the Dark Lord.”
“So? Switch sides.”
“No. Absolutely not!”
“Why not?”
“Everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve, Harry. Just look at it.”
“What? All the deaths? That’s not achievement, Tom. That’s stupid and pointless.”
“You’re biased.”
“I am not!”
“Yes, you are.”
“How so?”
“You’re on the other side.”
“And?”
“So Dumbledore’s taught you to be biased.”
“Tom. You tried to kill me. There wasn’t much need for teaching.”
“You admit you’re biased?”
“Tom, how can a person be biased about death? You yourself are afraid of dying.”
“Am not!”
“Why do you keep trying to win immortality?”
“I am not afraid of death. I’d merely like to live a little longer than most.”
“Lord Voldemort the ghost. Terrorizing little girls and boys on their first day at Hogwarts. I can see it now.”
“Oh, shut up.”
“Perfect picture, don’t you think?”
“Do your homework, Potter. You’re quieter when you’re trying to think.”
“Is that a word?”
Tom startled and gave Harry an annoyed look. “What now?”
“What were you doing?”
“Counting Muggles to kill.”
“Tom…”
“Oh, alright. I was taking a nap.”
“Didn’t sleep well last night?”
“No. You had happy dreams. I can’t sleep when you have happy dreams.”
“Oh, so sorry.”
“No, you’re not. Now, what do you want?”
“Positivism. Is it a word?”
“I don’t know.”
“Didn’t you ever study a dictionary?”
“No, Potter. I never studied a dictionary. They aren’t very stimulating.”
“Tell that to Hermione.”
“Perhaps she finds them interesting.”
“As long as Ron isn’t reading over her shoulder.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“Well, it is for Ron.”
“Why?”
“Every time he pointed out a dirty word, she hit him over the head with the dictionary.”
“Served him right.”
“Tom, you just sided with a Muggle-born.”
“Yeah, well, not much choice. Mudblood or Weasley. I’m doomed either way.”
“True. And don’t call her that.”
“What?”
“Mudblood. I hate that word.”
“It’s a perfectly reasonable word to call someone.”
“If you’re a hypocrite.”
“I am not a Mudblood, I am a half-blood.”
“You still have ‘dirty’ blood, though. Half of you is Muggle-born.”
“Do your work.”
“It’s true, you know. Your father was a Muggle–“
“Potter, I’m going to hex you.”
“So you’re a Mudblood.”
“Potter!”
“You’re the one that keeps telling me to think.”
“This is not what I meant.”
“I’m just trying to figure it out. I’m Muggle-raised, you know. Quite stupid.”
“You’re not stupid. Far from it.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I’m serious. There are some wizards who come from wizarding families who couldn’t tell you what a broomstick looks like, let alone name a spell or understand our customs. You understand lots, even for being Muggle-raised.”
“Tom, I’m a seventh year. Of course I understand stuff now.”
“Harry, I doubt even Lucius Malfoy cares enough to figure out whether I should be called a Mudblood or not.”
“Well, he doesn’t quite know, does he?”
“Of course he does.”
“He does?”
“Now he does. You’ve opened your mouth and told them all every chance you’ve had, haven’t you?”
“Your Death Eaters never believe me, though.”
“Perhaps they don't want to, but it doesn’t ever quite leave their minds after they’ve heard it once.”
“That doesn’t mean they’d ever actually talk about it.”
“No, I suppose not. That’s what Legilimens is for.”
“But you can’t use it on everyone.”
“Like you?”
“Sure.”
“True. Lucius, however, is extremely easy to read.”
“No wonder he got away with saying he was acting under Imperio the first time.”
“Oh, you are the perfect little bastard, aren’t you?”
“Only about some people.”
“Like Lucius Malfoy?”
“Second year. I’ve hated him since.”
“Ah. My diary. Yes, you would hate him for that, I suppose.”
“And him getting Dumbledore tossed from the school, and trying to hex me when I got him to free Dobby.”
“Dobby?”
“House-elf.”
“You out-Malfoyed a Malfoy?!”
“Yes. I stuffed the diary in my sock and gave it back to him. He tossed my sock to Dobby. It was fun.”
“Fun?”
“Dobby threw him down a flight of stairs, as I recall.”
“When he tried to hex you?”
“Yup.”
“I wish I’d been there!”
“Why?”
“Blackmail material.”
“That’s right, you’re a Slytherin. I keep forgetting. How strange.”
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”
“I know I’m funny.”
“They need a House just for you, you know.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. The Hogwarts House for deranged saviours of the wizarding world!”
“That would be the same House Dumbledore is in, correct?”
“Yes!” Tom laughed. “That’s right! It’ll be just the two of you.”
“Wonderful. And do they have a House for deranged Dark Lords as well?”
“Of course. It’s called Slytherin.”
“Oh, I shudder to think what sort of Dark Lord we’ll be having next.”
“Shudder away, Harry.”
“So, Vincent Crabbe, or Gregory Goyle?”
Tom stared at Harry for a long moment in shock before laughing.
“No, no, wait. Pansy Parkinson!”
“Anyone but her!” Tom gasped through his laughter.
Harry smiled. “Making you laugh is so rewarding. You should do it more often.”
“Oh, do your homework, you brat,” Tom responded, wiping at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes.
Harry sniggered, but did as he was told.
“Let’s go into Diagon Alley tomorrow.”
“Why ever for?”
“I need to check up on an investment.”
“Investment?”
“A joke shop.”
“Why would you invest in a joke shop?”
“I had nothing better to do with the money from the Tri-Wizard Cup?”
“Good Merlin.”
“So, can we?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“Perhaps you can get a few things to use on your Death Eaters?”
“You’re joking?”
“No, not really. Teach them to be more aware?”
“I would hope they’d be!”
“Never hurts to try.”
“Lord Voldemort using petty tricks on his Death Eaters? Perhaps not.”
“Rather Crucio them?”
“Of course.”
“Not embarrass them?”
“Of cou–“ Tom paused, a slow smirk sliding across his face. “If you put it that way…”
“I’ll meet you here tomorrow, then we’ll head into Diagon Alley,” Harry offered, standing.
“Very well.”
Harry waved and wandered off, his books under one arm, a smile on his face.
This could get fun.
A/N: The whole Mudblood thing was my mom’s fault. She did this weird thing yesterday where she was trying to figure out whether we should be calling Harry a Mudblood or not.
And positivism was my sis’ fault. She found it in another fic and we joked about it for a while before she finally looked it up. And, yes, positivism is a word.
Batsutousai ^.^x
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 ||
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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