Summary: What to do... What to do... That was all Harry could think about as he lazed around his home, watching through half-lidded eyes as his adopted son plotted world domination.

Pairings: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter

Warnings: AU, Time-Travel, Slash, Unmotivated!Harry, Grey!Harry, Killings/Torture, Human experimentations, Expect some character bashings

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter obviously.

"English"

"Gobbledygook"

"Parseltongue"

20 January 1938

Location: Scotland, Odd Manor, Floo Room

Harry's overly soured expression spoke volumes of how willing he was to leave his home as he grabbed his personal bag of Floo powder atop his fireplace mantel. He was not in the mood to entertain, and to be honest, quite vexed at this moment. The conversation with Bloodfang had turned into a disaster. and he had been tempted to curse the living daylights out of that blabbermouth drunk. The short halfling was saved only due to Harry's unwillingness to lift his wand. It took far too much effort.

He was, of course, reassured by the higher ups that the incident of his supposedly secret identity shan't be leaked out any further, but he was sceptical at best. He had demanded a change of goblin to be his account manager, and it was approved swiftly. The only positive outcome from that whole troublesome incident was the goblin race owed him one. A big one. Too bothersome to explain why, but meh.

A polite cough was heard from behind of him. Oh, Merlin, save him from an incoming headache that was Tom.

With a somewhat resigned expression, he turned around. The boy looked curiously at him, and Harry almost facepalmed. He had forgotten to inform his adoptive son about the celebration they had (were forced) to attend.

"Ok Tom, I don't have much time to explain, but I need you to get into any of your formal wear, dress robes included - as fast as humanly possible." The boy's brow twitched a little, but he smiled, nodded, and ran off to do as asked. Harry released a sigh of relief, glad that no questions were asked. Yet.

People might question as to why Harry wanted Tom to dress as fancy as could be, whereas Harry himself only wore his usual polo shirt and sweat pants inside of some random formal robes, but if one came to know Harry well enough, this was the best he dressed - they were clean, pressed, and smelt nothing of internal organs.

A few minutes passed by and soon, Tom returned, looking like a perfect Pureblood heir. Harry idly wondered where Tom learnt to match his robes, but shrugged it off in favor of wrapping one of his arms around the boy's (tensed) shoulders, and pulling him close. Not too close, though. His other free hand was used to throw a handful of Floo powder, and soon, he all but spat out those cursed words, "Malfoy Manor."

The two disappeared before reappearing in a flash of green flames inside another room, vastly different from theirs. This room held expensive decorations that would make any thief drool with want. Portraits of previous deceased Malfoy Lords were observing them with judging eyes, much to Harry's distaste. The room was exactly the same as in his timeline, with a few missing portraits of course.

They were greeted by an elf clothed in rags and was ushered to the ballroom, which to Harry's experience, was exactly five minutes and thirty-nine seconds away. Much lesser than the entrance to the ballroom, but still quite a walk away.

Since they had time, Harry decided that it would be best to brief Tom as much as possible, lest the boy despises him even more for making him go in blind.

"We're in the manor of Lord Darius and Madam Astoria Malfoy," He began, his voice barely above a whisper, yet the youngling heard him as clear as day. It just shows Harry how inhumane Voldemort was, even when the Dark Lord was but a child. "attending their 10th wedding anniversary. They have a son, Abraxas, who is a year younger than you, and a daughter, who is deceased. It is well known to not mention her in any way or form."

He paused for a second, allowing Tom to absorb the information that he had freely given before he continued. "We are here because they have invited me, and in the extension you, mostly because of a rumor they have coincidentally heard from a drunk goblin stating that I am of the Gryffindor lineage. Avoid mentioning your blood status, and distract them if needed. Never introduce yourself as a Gryffindor or hint that you are related to that name in any form. Be sure to stick close to me, and keep your emotions off your face. These people sniff weaknesses like a shark scenting blood."

They stopped just in front of two massive double doors, and Harry turned to Tom, kneeling down on one knee whilst at it, his face comically serious. "We will leave as soon as possible, so try to endure, and learn, as much as you can." As he made to get up, Harry hesitated before reaching over to hug Tom. "There is only a slight chance of him being there, however if you see Albus Dumbledore, stay clear away from him. He's dangerous."

With that, he let go and stood up, completely missing the baffled expression on young Tom's face at Harry's show of affection. The elf's wide tennis eyes were staring at them, and when Harry nodded, it snapped its fingers. The double doors opened, revealing a horde of people mingling around each other, a soft background music playing to relax the atmosphere.

As if another person had taken over, Harry's spine snapped straight, his hands resting inside his pockets without a care, and his expression changed to borderline contempt as he observed the people in the room, as if they were mere insects in comparison to him.

Oh how he hated Pureblood gatherings, but he would do this once, just once, for Tom to experience first hand how to behave in these events. After all, Tom needed all the help he could get for him to be the Lord of Darkness. Perhaps if Harry helped the boy through the early stages, Tom would respect him enough in the future to leave him out of the war.

That thought was firmly implanted in his mind as he walked up to Lord Malfoy, eyes calculating and for the first time in Tom's life living with Harry, seen the genius behind his adoptive father's bored demeanour. Harry was never to be underestimated by the young orphan ever again that night.

Tom's POV

Just as they stopped in front of a pale man with a pointed face, pale blond hair and cold grey eyes, Tom almost turned to stare at his guardian with disbelief when he heard how chilling the man's voice was. The only thing that was stopping him was Harry's earlier advice of not showing any emotions around these people - Purebloods, he thought with disdain.

Idly, Tom wondered if blood was truthfully everything.

"Lord Malfoy." Harry greeted, narrowed and dangerous eyes focused solely upon the blond, who had frozen upon hearing his name being said in such a way. "Thank you for your invitation, and congratulations for having such a blessed 10 years of marriage." Tom didn't know if his father was being sarcastic or not, since there was not an ounce of emotion being displayed. He would never want to admit it, but he found it frightening, yet at the same time very awe-inspiring.

His eyes brightened as he centred his attention solely onto the two adults, and made sure that this evening was something he will never forget.

It took a moment for Lord Malfoy to unfroze, but when he did, those grey eyes of his focused only upon Harry's aristocratic features, completely dismissing the fact that Tom was standing right there, much to the young Dark-Lord-to-Be irritation.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor, and thank you for your kind words." There was a pause as if the host was unsure as to who his guest was before it was replaced with false confidence that Tom could transparently see through. Nothing that could compare to the unbreakable wall that was his adoptive father. Again, Tom would never admit that he felt his respect for Harry rise. And, as loathe as he would admit it, thought that if Harry was indeed his biological father, Tom would not mind it too much.

Harry merely tilted his head to the side, his lips curled upwards with amusement. "If I had not known better, I would have thought that you, Lord Malfoy of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Malfoy, appear to be confused as to whom I am. Clearly, I must be mistaken? A Pureblood Lord such as yourself would never make such a blunder." There was a glint in those beautiful green eyes of his, and both Tom and Lord Malfoy were clearly mesmerized.

It took longer for the Lord to look away from Harry's gaze, and the two Gryffindors could clearly see that Lord Malfoy had trouble swallowing his pride to admit.

"I am ashamed to admit my fault, however, I am but a man." The Malfoy Lord smiled apologetically, as if the two guests in front of him were naive enough to fall for such a façade, and tried to regain his dignity. "You must be Lord Hadrian Gryffindor." The blonde waited for any sign of being correct, and when Harry deigned it enough time for him to respond with an affirmative, Lord Malfoy almost lit up as if Yule had come early, in a subtle way of course. "It is such an honour to meet one of the four founders' descendants. I have heard much of your pristine lineage from the previous Malfoy Lords. If I may be so bold, Lord Gryffindor, has your family finally decided to return back to England?"

Tom was frankly disgusted by the man's eagerness to please, even if it was hard to spot. The blonde Lord was as expressionless as he could be, but there was this certain twitch of body language that only a perceptive person such as himself could take notice on. Were the Malfoys that much desperate to have connections to one of the four founding lineages of Hogwarts? If so, why? Was the name Gryffindor so powerful? Why did nothing he read specify anything of importance? And what did the blonde mean about returning back to England? So many questions!

For now, however, he would gladly take advantage of one Abraxas Malfoy in the future if he were anything like his father. The younger blonde would make a perfect minio-... he meant friends, forTom.

"I do hope that what you have heard was in the pleasant light. It would be embarrassing if otherwise. And of course, the honor is all mine. Although Lord Malfoy, I would be more than pleased if you would keep the word of my appearance to yourself." Lord Malfoy looked about to protest, but Harry paid it no mind as he continued. "Today is not the day that I am willing to let the world know of my presence just yet, but when the day comes, you shall be the first to know, I can guarantee that."

The way Harry worded it was as if Lord Malfoy was the very most important person in Harry's eyes, and it seemed to work when Lord Malfoy smirked and gestured for them (Harry, since Tom was still unnoticed) to walk with him, leaving the previous question to shimmer into nothing. It was as if the blonde had forgotten all that he had asked, much to Tom's displeasure - he had wanted answers as well.

Harry merely nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as if he trusted the Lord of the Malfoy house to finally let his guard down. When they walked, Harry's eyes flickered over to Tom, and clearly, he received the message. He gave a minuscule nod at Harry, and followed silently, hidden away from the blonde's sight, yet within his adoptive (biological?) father's.

The night continued in that fashion until they were back at their home, with Tom having memorized everything Harry did - mannerism and all. From that night onwards, Tom never looked at Harry the same way he did previously. And for Harry? He would come to regret ever showing Tom how to dance with the Purebloods this early in the stage.

TBC [Edited on the 19th of December 2015. There were a few holes I had to fix since I rushed through the chapter]

A/N: Fuaa! Took ages for me to update yeah? Really sorry! I think all my A/Ns are filled with apologies... Well, I truly am apologetic! So, what do you guys think of this chapter? Too short? Too OOC for Lazy!Harry? Well, I didn't want to have a time skip about what happened for the goblin to blurt out Harry's secret, but sadly, I kind of lost my un-time skipped chapter somewhere. I don't really have the mood to rewrite that because of sheer frustration, but, oh well. Hope you guys enjoy!

Story Recommendation for today: The Point of No Return by Araceil. This story is a crossover between Harry Potter and the Jurassic Park. With how amazing our favorite hero's luck is, the port key that was supposed to bring Harry and a dead Cedric back to Hogwarts brought them to an unknown island filled with supposedly extinct animals. Harry was nothing but a survivor, and after years there with no human contact, he found a kid stranded on the island by the name of Eric Kirby.

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