Unexpected Changes - Before It Was Too Late

by BEWD Sorcerer

Dis Claim Her: There! I am disclaimed. I own not myself... seriously! I sold my soul for this cookie. eats cookie

Setting: Before Sirius went through the Veil, how it could have been different had Voldemort been impatient and decided to try a different tactic. It's after Christmas and a few Occlumency lessons.

The feeling that someone was there, crawling, dragging their body over him, pressing him down into the mattress of his bed, warm breath fanning out over his flesh from the other person's mouth moving up his body, sending shivers racking his body, making him practically vibrate underneath his visitor.

He had just woken up from his dreams, the dreams of him racing down the windowless corridor to the black door and flickering blue candlelight, to find himself pinned and aroused by his mysterious visitor. Said visitor chuckled, then sighed.

"It has been far too long," the not-so-mysterious man breathed, ghosting long, pale fingers over Harry's frail body as Harry had a heart-stopping realization. Surely it couldn't be. Was there another bewitched item? Maybe they hadn't exorcised him properly three years ago, but what else could they do if that was the case? Could he have lived inside her all this time and only now had the strength or confidence to challenge him again? And what could he do if that was the case? The mere fact that he was here, young, and not trying to kill him yet was terrifying and arousing, but what if it was just an illusion? Or perhaps maybe another dream? It wouldn't be the first time since he last saw him this young that he'd had a gratifying and horrifying dream that left him confused and wet. He had to find out if it was a dream or another ploy to kill him.

"Riddle?" Dazed green eyes studied the dark shape above him.

"Hm?" The Slytherin hummed, lips pressed against Harry's throat.

"Is this a dream? Or are you here to kill me?" Riddle's body shuddered for a moment, startling Harry before he realized the Slytherin was overcome with laughter that he was vainly trying to repress.

"Surely there are other reasons I might be here?" Slytherin's Heir asked when he finally beat down the laughter.

"Then this would be a dream and not reality," Harry murmured, somewhat disappointed.

"And the world is equally divided into dreams and reality; there is no middle ground between the two?" Riddle asked, curious.

"There are no grey areas, just like in this war. 'You're either with us or against us.' I hate that mentality. I never got to choose on my own." Harry sighed, closing his eyes tiredly. He felt Tom shift and open his mouth against Harry's throat, sucking and nibbling gently.

"So if you were to be given that choice now, which side would you choose?" The Slytherin queried softly, rubbing himself slowly across the aroused teen below him.

"I'd have to make a statement, then see what was offered from both sides and even then I might choose my own road and leave you and Dumbledore to your bickering," Harry replied, then whimpered as Tom gave a particularly vicious thrust with his hips onto Harry.

"Oh, really? Even if I offered love and family if you were to join me?" Harry's quick intake of breath spoke louder than anything. "When we met face-to-face in your first year at Hogwarts, I was a bit desperate-"

"Just a bit?" Harry interrupted sarcastically.

"I was very desperate and I knew that if I could sway you that things would run smoother and faster. It was wrong for me to offer you the return of your parents. I was grasping and even you knew it. I won't offer you something so ridiculous this time around. I will offer you myself and whatever you can squeeze from me - love, affection, lust, worry, care, guilt, annoyance, happiness, joy, desperation... you bring out all these things in me. I can give you safety, a home not just a house as you have with your only living muggle relatives, a family, love, acceptance, understanding. Ask and I will deliver. I can give you anything you ask for and in the instance that I can't give you immediate results then I will create what I need to deliver." Riddle heard Harry sob.

"How can you promise these things!" He gasped, clutching at the solid body above him.

"We are the two most powerful wizards alive; how can anything be impossible for us? Join me. I will never ask more from you than you can give. Join me as my equal and let us change the world together. There are a few things that can not be altered, but you will understand why." Riddle caressed Harry's face softly as he feathered kisses over his face. Harry jerked, eyes snapping open.

"You're talking about Dumbledore; you're going to try to explain that he has to die," Harry croaked, throat so tight that he could barely force out the words. The Slytherin above him sighed, softly rubbing his cheek against Harry's in a gesture reminiscent to a cat.

"He must die; he would not allow this union. He is foolishly too set in his ways and would do everything in his power to separate us. What do you think he's been doing for the past fifteen years? He's been grooming you to be the perfect weapon against me; he fears the power we would wield if we were to join forces. No one would be able to oppose us; nothing could stop us. We could change the world, make it so things were better. Muggleborns could be instructed before they entered one of the major schools so they wouldn't be so woefully unprepared for the wonders of the magical world. Proper orphanages for magical children could be set up. Werewolves like your godfather Remus Lupin could find jobs and keep them, becoming proper members of society. Whatever you wished could become reality. The first step is joining me. Harry, we could make that all a reality." Both their breaths were short and rapid as they began to grind their pelvises together in earnest. The Slytherin making promises that could all too easily become reality if they worked together and the Gryffindor hearing every last word, thrashing and moaning, gasping, shouting affirmatives.

And as they both reached their peak, crashing their mouths together to muffle their cries of pleasure, they sealed the deal.

"Fulfill those promises and I will be yours-"

"Those and more. You are mine just as much as I am yours." They were laying together in the afterglow.

"My godfathers-"

"Convince them of our cause. Depending on your success our plans may have to change to accommodate for their responses. If they accept, then we can move ahead, but if they don't see eye-to-eye with you then we will have to move them somewhere that will be comfortable for awhile so we can take care of the war first, then persuade them to our side." Tom sighed, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead.

"Sounds good-" Harry yawned widely, "to me."

"Get some rest. You have a test tomorrow in Potions," Tom murmured, wriggling to get more comfortable against his smaller lover.

"Great, just great," Harry grumbled before Tom shushed him.

"Sleep, love," was the last thing he heard before he drifted off into sleep.

AN: Another supposed to be One-Shot. At least I'm getting these ideas down. This turned out differently than I had planned. This was supposed to be a fic on possession but ended up with Tom Riddle crossing the wards as simply as Harry would, ritual blood sharing, ya know. They're practically twins in appearances, now they share blood.