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batsutousai
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: Pika!! Pikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Pikachu!
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Chapter 8
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“Back to your boring homework again?”
“Why not. It’s good to get your homework done early.”
“And that would be a quote from your Muggle-born friend?”
“Well, that’s rude, and yes. Why don’t you sit down?”
“No, no. You’re boring when you work. I might just go kill a couple people.”
“Tom…”
“What? It’s my job, you know.”
“I know it’s your job. I just wish you wouldn’t mention it around me.”
“Aww, poor Harry Potter! Remembering you’re dead friends again?”
“What is with you today?!”
Tom shook his head and sat. “Sorry. Bad morning.”
Harry set his pen down. “Talk. I can’t work when you mope.”
“I do not mope.”
“Whatever you say, Tom. What happened?”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“And I’ll, no doubt, dream about it tonight. Tell me now and save me some pain, ok?”
Tom smiled sadly at that. “Just a lot of death.”
“You planned a raid, didn’t you?”
“Last night.” Tom nodded.
“And it didn’t go as planned?”
“Dumbledore’s little shits got into the way.”
“Oh?” Harry was starting to look interested.
Tom made a face. “Quite. They killed five of mine, and the raid was a failure.”
“Ruined your breakfast, did it?”
Tom narrowed his eyes at the smirk on Harry’s face. “Oh, I wasn’t the only one, trust me.”
“Let me guess. Crucios abound?”
“Good guess, Mr. Potter.”
“Oh, don’t start that again!”
“What?”
“Calling me ‘Mr. Potter’! You sound like Snape!”
“Eww…”
“Ha ha. Payback.”
“I should send him on a raid, you know.”
“Oh, yeah. Let Dumbledore suspect him.”
“He should suspect him already.”
Harry let out a soft cough and picked his pen back up. “Uhm, sure! Here, help me with Charms!”
“Charms?” Tom shook his head. “Come on, Harry. What do you know about Severus?”
“No, no! This is difficult!”
Tom glared at the boy.
Harry grinned suddenly. “He wore grey pants the day they took their Defence OWLs.”
Tom blanched. “Where did you find that out?!”
Harry smirked. “What do you know about Cleaning Charms?”
“Nothing!”
“Ah, damn.” Harry pulled over his Charms book and flipped through it.
“Harry…”
“I’m studying, Tom. Either help me, or shut up.”
Tom fixed the boy with a glare, but kept quiet.
-~*~-
“Tom?”
“What?” Tom glanced up at the teen with an annoyed look, quickly hiding his wand back up his sleeve.
“What were you doing?”
“Hexing Muggles.”
“Tom!”
“What did you want?”
“I want you to stop hexing people!”
“Fat chance.”
“Prat.”
“What do you want, Potter?”
“Oh, don’t be like this.”
“Well?”
Harry sighed. “How many ways can you think up to kill me?”
Tom opened and closed his mouth a few times in shock before he found his voice. “Why would you want to know that?!”
“Divination homework.”
“I’m the wrong person to ask. I keep failing.”
“Fine. How do you kill most people off?”
“Avada Kedavra.”
“Oh. Really?”
“You could do a Longbottom and Crucio yourself until you’ve gone insane.”
“Oh, no. If Neville ever sees this–“
“Wimp.”
“Tom, shut up. I’m not hurting a friend like that.”
“Then you don’t need my help.” Tom stood with a dark look. “I’ll just go and Crucio Death Eaters until I feel better.”
“Go right ahead. Bastard.”
Tom balled his hands into fists. “You, Potter, are worthless.”
“Excuse me?” Even Harry’s coloured contacts couldn’t hide the darkening of his eyes.
“Worthless. Murderer,” Tom spat.
Harry narrowed his eyes. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, Tom. It’s bad for your health.”
Tom turned away and stormed off, glaring at people as he went.
Harry grabbed up his things and hurried back to his hostel room; he knew better than to be out in the open when an insane Dark Lord lost his temper.
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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: Pika!! Pikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Pikachu!
Chapter 8
=========================================
“Back to your boring homework again?”
“Why not. It’s good to get your homework done early.”
“And that would be a quote from your Muggle-born friend?”
“Well, that’s rude, and yes. Why don’t you sit down?”
“No, no. You’re boring when you work. I might just go kill a couple people.”
“Tom…”
“What? It’s my job, you know.”
“I know it’s your job. I just wish you wouldn’t mention it around me.”
“Aww, poor Harry Potter! Remembering you’re dead friends again?”
“What is with you today?!”
Tom shook his head and sat. “Sorry. Bad morning.”
Harry set his pen down. “Talk. I can’t work when you mope.”
“I do not mope.”
“Whatever you say, Tom. What happened?”
“You wouldn’t want to know.”
“And I’ll, no doubt, dream about it tonight. Tell me now and save me some pain, ok?”
Tom smiled sadly at that. “Just a lot of death.”
“You planned a raid, didn’t you?”
“Last night.” Tom nodded.
“And it didn’t go as planned?”
“Dumbledore’s little shits got into the way.”
“Oh?” Harry was starting to look interested.
Tom made a face. “Quite. They killed five of mine, and the raid was a failure.”
“Ruined your breakfast, did it?”
Tom narrowed his eyes at the smirk on Harry’s face. “Oh, I wasn’t the only one, trust me.”
“Let me guess. Crucios abound?”
“Good guess, Mr. Potter.”
“Oh, don’t start that again!”
“What?”
“Calling me ‘Mr. Potter’! You sound like Snape!”
“Eww…”
“Ha ha. Payback.”
“I should send him on a raid, you know.”
“Oh, yeah. Let Dumbledore suspect him.”
“He should suspect him already.”
Harry let out a soft cough and picked his pen back up. “Uhm, sure! Here, help me with Charms!”
“Charms?” Tom shook his head. “Come on, Harry. What do you know about Severus?”
“No, no! This is difficult!”
Tom glared at the boy.
Harry grinned suddenly. “He wore grey pants the day they took their Defence OWLs.”
Tom blanched. “Where did you find that out?!”
Harry smirked. “What do you know about Cleaning Charms?”
“Nothing!”
“Ah, damn.” Harry pulled over his Charms book and flipped through it.
“Harry…”
“I’m studying, Tom. Either help me, or shut up.”
Tom fixed the boy with a glare, but kept quiet.
“Tom?”
“What?” Tom glanced up at the teen with an annoyed look, quickly hiding his wand back up his sleeve.
“What were you doing?”
“Hexing Muggles.”
“Tom!”
“What did you want?”
“I want you to stop hexing people!”
“Fat chance.”
“Prat.”
“What do you want, Potter?”
“Oh, don’t be like this.”
“Well?”
Harry sighed. “How many ways can you think up to kill me?”
Tom opened and closed his mouth a few times in shock before he found his voice. “Why would you want to know that?!”
“Divination homework.”
“I’m the wrong person to ask. I keep failing.”
“Fine. How do you kill most people off?”
“Avada Kedavra.”
“Oh. Really?”
“You could do a Longbottom and Crucio yourself until you’ve gone insane.”
“Oh, no. If Neville ever sees this–“
“Wimp.”
“Tom, shut up. I’m not hurting a friend like that.”
“Then you don’t need my help.” Tom stood with a dark look. “I’ll just go and Crucio Death Eaters until I feel better.”
“Go right ahead. Bastard.”
Tom balled his hands into fists. “You, Potter, are worthless.”
“Excuse me?” Even Harry’s coloured contacts couldn’t hide the darkening of his eyes.
“Worthless. Murderer,” Tom spat.
Harry narrowed his eyes. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself like that, Tom. It’s bad for your health.”
Tom turned away and stormed off, glaring at people as he went.
Harry grabbed up his things and hurried back to his hostel room; he knew better than to be out in the open when an insane Dark Lord lost his temper.
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 ||
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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