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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: I like pickles. Do you like pickles? I wouldn’t mind having some pickles right now… (Although, chocolate’s always better…)
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Chapter 10
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Harry woke to a faint knock on the door. Ron was still asleep, so he went and answered it.
“Gin?”
“Oh, you’re awake.”
“I suppose so. Did you need something?”
“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you.”
“Whozit?” Ron mumbled from his bed.
“Just Ginny. Go back to sleep, Ron,” Harry replied softly, then stepped out into the hall. “Course you can talk to me, Gin.”
“Great.” Ginny took Harry’s hand and led him over to her room. Hermione hadn’t spent the night, so it was empty. The girl locked the door and settled on her bed while Harry took a chair.
“Okay, your face is telling me this is a serious, try-and-keep-it-quiet conversation. Do you want me to put up a Silencing Charm?” Harry enquired.
“Please.”
Harry murmured the incantation while he waved his wand. “There.” He nodded to the girl, stashing his wand up a sleeve, a habit he’d picked up from Tom.
“I heard George telling Blaise about an auror you’ve been spending time with named Tom,” Ginny said, getting right to the point. “Is it the Tom I’m afraid it is?”
Harry leaned back in his chair, giving the girl a piercing look. “Who do you think it is, Gin?”
“Well, Tom Riddle.”
“Me and Voldemort?” Harry enquired softly, but in a serious voice, not a mocking one.
“That’s what I thought. But, George’s description made me think of him.”
“Description?”
“Blaise asked what he looked like. George said he looked kind of like you.” Ginny nodded.
“Wonderful.” Harry sighed. “Yes, it’s Tom Riddle.”
“Why?”
“We ran into each other in Diagon Alley and we got to talking. He’s really not so bad when he’s not after your life or pissed at you.”
“Pissed at you?”
“We had a fight a few days ago. You know he can give me nightmares.”
“That’s why you looked so tired!”
“Exactly.”
“You look fine this morning.”
“I think he gave me a break because it was my birthday.” Harry paused. “You’re taking this rather well.”
“I trust your judgment.” Ginny sighed. “And, anyway, I’ve met the semi-nicer Tom.”
“I know. I wouldn’t have told you, else.”
“What do you two do?” Ginny enquired, relaxing back on her bed.
“Talk, insult one another, I do homework and he hexes Muggles.” Harry smiled. “We meet up at this little Muggle café. He’s also the reason I have such a good disguise.”
“He’d have made sure you’d found one his followers wouldn’t see through.” Ginny nodded.
“Yeah.” Harry sighed. “It’s weird, though. I feel like I should be fighting with him, yet I shouldn’t.”
“Do you like him?”
“Eh?”
“Harry. Do you fancy him?”
“What makes you think that?”
“That look in your eyes. You had it about Cho two years ago and about Seamus last year.”
“Shit.”
“Harry?”
“I never even thought about that…”
“You do fancy him!”
“Not on purpose!”
“I should think not!” Ginny smirked. “When’re you going to tell him?”
“Never.”
“Harry…”
“I’m serious. He’d kill me.”
“If you like him, tell him! Good Merlin!”
“Gin, he’ll kill me!”
“Then I’ll tell him.”
“Nooo…” Harry groaned. “You can’t. I’ll never be able to face him again.”
“What if he fancies you back?”
“He’s the bloody Dark Lord, Gin! He doesn’t fancy anyone!”
“Ginny! Harry! Ron! Time to get up!” Molly called up the stairs suddenly.
“Come on. Breakfast!” Ginny hopped up and hurried from the room.
Harry moaned into his hands. “I’m doomed.”
-~*~-
“Heading for the Dursleys’?” Ron enquired as everyone ate breakfast.
“Yeah. I’m only hoping I can get my stuff back.” Harry sighed.
“What’ll you do with your books? You’ll have two sets now,” Arthur enquired.
“Ginny can have the newer ones that I have that she needs or could use better copies of; the others I can give to a used bookstore,” Harry replied.
“Really?!” Ginny stared at Harry.
“Of course.” Harry nodded.
“Wow. You’re the best, Harry.”
“Now, that’s only if I can actually get my stuff back. I spelled the trunk so they couldn’t damage it, for the most part, but, knowing them, they’ll find some way to get rid of it.” Harry sighed sadly.
“I’m sure you’ll get it back.” Ron grinned. The other Weasleys around him nodded.
“Thanks.” Harry smiled slightly. “With all of you behind me, there’s no way I won’t get it back!”
Everyone laughed.
-~*~-
Harry knocked on the door of Number Four, Privet Drive with an annoyed look. Vernon’s car was home, and Harry had, belatedly, realized that it was a Friday when Vernon was going in to work late, which meant he couldn’t just order his aunt to hand everything over.
No. He had to deal with his uncle.
The door opened and Dudley let out a squeal of fright before trying to slam the door in Harry’s face.
Harry’s foot blocked the door as a cold smile took over his face. “Dudley, didn’t anyone ever teach you to check who was standing on the other side of the door before opening it?”
“Who’s there?” Vernon called.
“Oh, it’s just me, Uncle Vernon!” Harry called in a sing-song voice that clashed with the chilled smile he wore. “I came for my stuff!”
“Get away from my house,” Vernon growled as he turned the corner and looking out into the hall.
Harry shook his finger lightly, as if he were talking to a toddler. “Now, now, Uncle Vernon, that’s no way to treat a guest. What will the neighbours think?”
Vernon froze, face purpling in anger as his eyes narrowed. “Dudley, let him in.”
Harry stepped into the house as Dudley moved back quickly to let him in. The wizard closed the door behind him softly before turning back to his furious uncle(Dudley had fled into the dining room). “My trunk, Uncle Vernon. I would like it back, please.”
“No.”
Harry’s wand appeared in his hand and he fingered it lovingly, another habit he’d probably picked up from Tom, as he watched the fat man. “I wouldn’t deny me something so simple if I were you. I can use magic now,” the young man whispered in a low, dangerous voice.
Vernon paled. “It’s in the cupboard.”
“Perfect,” Harry purred, sliding past the man to face the door. “Alohomora,” he murmured to the lock, which clicked open. Harry pulled the door open, ignoring Vernon, who was frantically looking around for the owl from the Ministry. Harry pointed his wand at his trunk. “Minuta Tabula.”
Harry put his miniature trunk into his pocket and turned with a smirk at his uncle. “My things are still in my room, right?”
“Yes,” the purple man ground out.
“Lovely.” Harry pranced past Vernon and up the stairs to the smallest bedroom.
A slew of ‘Alohomoras later and he was in his room, going through it and collecting his few belongings. A quick spell freed Hedwig. “I’m staying in London, near the Leaky Cauldron. I’m sure you’ll be able to find me, right?” A slight nod from the bird brought a smile to Harry’s lips. “Perfect. Off you go. Have fun. I’ll see you later.” Hedwig hooted in agreement before swooping out the open window. Harry miniaturized her cage and set it in his pocket with everything else.
“Are you quite done, boy?” Vernon growled as Harry came back down the stairs with a bright smile.
“Oh, not quite.”
“Well, hurry it up!” Petunia shrieked from behind her husband.
Harry flicked a few treats on the floor, then threw two hexes before apparating with a loud ‘crack!’
Dudley peeked out into the hallway. “Mum? Dad?” He blinked down at the candy, which sat next to a couple of mice, one purple and quite plump, the other white and very thin. “Oooh…” He popped a candy into his mouth and continued looking for his parents, accidentally stepping on the purple mouse.
Then Dudley turned into a pig and forgot all about his parents.
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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: I like pickles. Do you like pickles? I wouldn’t mind having some pickles right now… (Although, chocolate’s always better…)
Chapter 10
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Harry woke to a faint knock on the door. Ron was still asleep, so he went and answered it.
“Gin?”
“Oh, you’re awake.”
“I suppose so. Did you need something?”
“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you.”
“Whozit?” Ron mumbled from his bed.
“Just Ginny. Go back to sleep, Ron,” Harry replied softly, then stepped out into the hall. “Course you can talk to me, Gin.”
“Great.” Ginny took Harry’s hand and led him over to her room. Hermione hadn’t spent the night, so it was empty. The girl locked the door and settled on her bed while Harry took a chair.
“Okay, your face is telling me this is a serious, try-and-keep-it-quiet conversation. Do you want me to put up a Silencing Charm?” Harry enquired.
“Please.”
Harry murmured the incantation while he waved his wand. “There.” He nodded to the girl, stashing his wand up a sleeve, a habit he’d picked up from Tom.
“I heard George telling Blaise about an auror you’ve been spending time with named Tom,” Ginny said, getting right to the point. “Is it the Tom I’m afraid it is?”
Harry leaned back in his chair, giving the girl a piercing look. “Who do you think it is, Gin?”
“Well, Tom Riddle.”
“Me and Voldemort?” Harry enquired softly, but in a serious voice, not a mocking one.
“That’s what I thought. But, George’s description made me think of him.”
“Description?”
“Blaise asked what he looked like. George said he looked kind of like you.” Ginny nodded.
“Wonderful.” Harry sighed. “Yes, it’s Tom Riddle.”
“Why?”
“We ran into each other in Diagon Alley and we got to talking. He’s really not so bad when he’s not after your life or pissed at you.”
“Pissed at you?”
“We had a fight a few days ago. You know he can give me nightmares.”
“That’s why you looked so tired!”
“Exactly.”
“You look fine this morning.”
“I think he gave me a break because it was my birthday.” Harry paused. “You’re taking this rather well.”
“I trust your judgment.” Ginny sighed. “And, anyway, I’ve met the semi-nicer Tom.”
“I know. I wouldn’t have told you, else.”
“What do you two do?” Ginny enquired, relaxing back on her bed.
“Talk, insult one another, I do homework and he hexes Muggles.” Harry smiled. “We meet up at this little Muggle café. He’s also the reason I have such a good disguise.”
“He’d have made sure you’d found one his followers wouldn’t see through.” Ginny nodded.
“Yeah.” Harry sighed. “It’s weird, though. I feel like I should be fighting with him, yet I shouldn’t.”
“Do you like him?”
“Eh?”
“Harry. Do you fancy him?”
“What makes you think that?”
“That look in your eyes. You had it about Cho two years ago and about Seamus last year.”
“Shit.”
“Harry?”
“I never even thought about that…”
“You do fancy him!”
“Not on purpose!”
“I should think not!” Ginny smirked. “When’re you going to tell him?”
“Never.”
“Harry…”
“I’m serious. He’d kill me.”
“If you like him, tell him! Good Merlin!”
“Gin, he’ll kill me!”
“Then I’ll tell him.”
“Nooo…” Harry groaned. “You can’t. I’ll never be able to face him again.”
“What if he fancies you back?”
“He’s the bloody Dark Lord, Gin! He doesn’t fancy anyone!”
“Ginny! Harry! Ron! Time to get up!” Molly called up the stairs suddenly.
“Come on. Breakfast!” Ginny hopped up and hurried from the room.
Harry moaned into his hands. “I’m doomed.”
“Heading for the Dursleys’?” Ron enquired as everyone ate breakfast.
“Yeah. I’m only hoping I can get my stuff back.” Harry sighed.
“What’ll you do with your books? You’ll have two sets now,” Arthur enquired.
“Ginny can have the newer ones that I have that she needs or could use better copies of; the others I can give to a used bookstore,” Harry replied.
“Really?!” Ginny stared at Harry.
“Of course.” Harry nodded.
“Wow. You’re the best, Harry.”
“Now, that’s only if I can actually get my stuff back. I spelled the trunk so they couldn’t damage it, for the most part, but, knowing them, they’ll find some way to get rid of it.” Harry sighed sadly.
“I’m sure you’ll get it back.” Ron grinned. The other Weasleys around him nodded.
“Thanks.” Harry smiled slightly. “With all of you behind me, there’s no way I won’t get it back!”
Everyone laughed.
Harry knocked on the door of Number Four, Privet Drive with an annoyed look. Vernon’s car was home, and Harry had, belatedly, realized that it was a Friday when Vernon was going in to work late, which meant he couldn’t just order his aunt to hand everything over.
No. He had to deal with his uncle.
The door opened and Dudley let out a squeal of fright before trying to slam the door in Harry’s face.
Harry’s foot blocked the door as a cold smile took over his face. “Dudley, didn’t anyone ever teach you to check who was standing on the other side of the door before opening it?”
“Who’s there?” Vernon called.
“Oh, it’s just me, Uncle Vernon!” Harry called in a sing-song voice that clashed with the chilled smile he wore. “I came for my stuff!”
“Get away from my house,” Vernon growled as he turned the corner and looking out into the hall.
Harry shook his finger lightly, as if he were talking to a toddler. “Now, now, Uncle Vernon, that’s no way to treat a guest. What will the neighbours think?”
Vernon froze, face purpling in anger as his eyes narrowed. “Dudley, let him in.”
Harry stepped into the house as Dudley moved back quickly to let him in. The wizard closed the door behind him softly before turning back to his furious uncle(Dudley had fled into the dining room). “My trunk, Uncle Vernon. I would like it back, please.”
“No.”
Harry’s wand appeared in his hand and he fingered it lovingly, another habit he’d probably picked up from Tom, as he watched the fat man. “I wouldn’t deny me something so simple if I were you. I can use magic now,” the young man whispered in a low, dangerous voice.
Vernon paled. “It’s in the cupboard.”
“Perfect,” Harry purred, sliding past the man to face the door. “Alohomora,” he murmured to the lock, which clicked open. Harry pulled the door open, ignoring Vernon, who was frantically looking around for the owl from the Ministry. Harry pointed his wand at his trunk. “Minuta Tabula.”
Harry put his miniature trunk into his pocket and turned with a smirk at his uncle. “My things are still in my room, right?”
“Yes,” the purple man ground out.
“Lovely.” Harry pranced past Vernon and up the stairs to the smallest bedroom.
A slew of ‘Alohomoras later and he was in his room, going through it and collecting his few belongings. A quick spell freed Hedwig. “I’m staying in London, near the Leaky Cauldron. I’m sure you’ll be able to find me, right?” A slight nod from the bird brought a smile to Harry’s lips. “Perfect. Off you go. Have fun. I’ll see you later.” Hedwig hooted in agreement before swooping out the open window. Harry miniaturized her cage and set it in his pocket with everything else.
“Are you quite done, boy?” Vernon growled as Harry came back down the stairs with a bright smile.
“Oh, not quite.”
“Well, hurry it up!” Petunia shrieked from behind her husband.
Harry flicked a few treats on the floor, then threw two hexes before apparating with a loud ‘crack!’
Dudley peeked out into the hallway. “Mum? Dad?” He blinked down at the candy, which sat next to a couple of mice, one purple and quite plump, the other white and very thin. “Oooh…” He popped a candy into his mouth and continued looking for his parents, accidentally stepping on the purple mouse.
Then Dudley turned into a pig and forgot all about his parents.
Abandon the Prequel: Sixth Year
Abandon Chapters:
01 || 02 || 03 || 04 || 05 || 06 || 07 || 08 || 09 ||
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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