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Skimming through numerous Wizarding History novels, Harry sat back against the headboard of his bed and took in a breath, exhaling deeply. It hadn't been very long since Lucius had left, and he hadn't even gotten through half of the books yet, well, technically he hadn't even gone through one. They were so thick with dust, he thought he'd have to give them a good clean before he even read them, because some of them, you could barely see the text written out.
He looked over across the room towards the large clock. It read 12:03.
Glancing back down at the stack of books he had picked out, he hadn't even noticed when a dark cloud of smoke swirled at the foot of his bed, a hooded figure standing in his midst. The cloud of smoke dissipated and Voldemort stood, staring just a little wide eyed at the boy, but he quickly regained his composure, moving around the bed frame and gripping onto the pole.
Sensing another was in the room, Harry whipped his head up and gasped as he saw the hooded man at the corner of his bed. If he could, he would have scooted farther up the bed, but he really couldn't. Instead, he moved a little to the opposite side, eyeing the figure warily, "Wh-who are you?" he stammered out, furrowing his brows, "Are you the Dark Lord that Lucius speaks of?" he asked, a bit more brave, though fear still shone in his eyes.
Voldemort smiled faintly and then smirked, moving in a little closer to the boy. He merely nodded and then tilted his head, his face still unclear to the young boy that was trying to scurry further away from him, "Don't be afraid." he spoke, his voice dripping with authority as he held out his hand. He didn't mean to unnerve him, but he guessed Harry had the right to be a little frightened.
Harry took in another shaky breath and then nodded a little slowly, relaxing his muscles and staying in place, which was nearly on the edge at the other side of the bed, "What do you want from me?" he asked, his tone a little too harsh, which was unintended, but it was too late to take it back.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Voldemort chuckled, "I want you to be mine." he said, being rather straightforward and blunt with it.
Harry blinked, "I mean... right now. I know what is expected of me." he muttered, he still had that bit of courage deep within him and the situation didn't frighten him to an extent that he couldn't speak, or get things done.
Smirking from under the hood, Voldemort crawled onto the bed, inching closer and closer to Harry, who leaned back in discomfort, not knowing whether or not he should sit still, or jump off of the bed and run. Seeing as the hooded man inched closer, Harry chose to jump away. He sprung from the bed, just as Voldemort was beside him, moving over to the middle of the room, he looked back and glared at the older man.
Turning his head, on all fours, Voldemort chuckled darkly and then followed the boy, and in a few seconds, he was right in front of him. He lifted his chin up and looked down at the youth, he reached up and gently grazed his fingers along Harry's jaw. He had no idea how beautiful the boy really was, of course, he was after all these years, just trying to get rid of him and kill him, he didn't even think of what amazing power the boy withheld.
Feeling the rather warm man's fingers against his chin, Harry momentarily took in the warmth, his eyes slipping closed at the feeling of security, letting the sudden warmth wash over him. It only lasted for a fleeting moment before Harry snapped his eyes open and glared up at the other, he tried stepping backwards, but found that the other had gripped both of his arms, holding him. Harry snarled and growled, trying to free himself from the Dark Lord's grasp, twisting and pushing at him.
"Let me go!" he hissed, pushing at Voldemort's chest, who stood his ground easily.
Soon, the boy had actually sprung free, and Voldemort had to leap forward, pinning Harry against the wall. In the rush of the moment, Voldemort's hood slid down and his face was revealed to the boy, who stared up at him with wide eyes. Unmoving and ceasing his attempt to escape.
Harry blinked a few times and then arched a brow, "You? You're the Dark Lord? ... You're just a boy." he said in disbelief at who stood in front of him.
Harry had been picturing some kind of old man behind that hood, or some kind of deformed creature, but who stood in front of him was neither. He just looked like any other teenager out there, well, apart from being incredibly nice on the eyes. Of course he still did have a very dark aura around him, a dark feeling that Harry just couldn't shake off.
"Haven't you ever been told not to judge a book by it's cover?" Voldemort murmured, leaning in closer towards Harry, his face just inches away from the boys', "Tsk, tsk, tsk." he smirked, leaning over him.
Harry glared up at him, taking a small step back, "Haven't you been told that all that glistens is not gold?" he snapped back at him.
Voldemort smiled and leaned back up, fixing up his robe, "Well, I have to say I do like you're attitude, even though it is aimed at the wrong person." he sighed. "I would've thought that with you waking up ahead of schedule, that your father would have at least talked some sense into you," he smirked, a plan forming in his mind, he moved over and sitting at the desk, crossing his legs and getting comfortable.
Harry furrowed his brows at him, sitting at the edge of the bed, staring across at the other, "My father? What are you talking about? ..."
Voldemort nodded, "Lucius is indeed your father, a very powerful wizard at that. You would do well to obey him."
Harry sucked in his bottom lip, thinking hard, "But I look nothing like him, how is it possible?"
"All that can be explained, but now is not the time." Voldemort answered.
"This is completely ridiculous," Harry sighed, "Not to mention he said I'm ... some kind of Dark Lord's use and abuse weapon..."
"What are you talking about? I would never use you, let alone abuse you." Voldemort shook his head.
"Never use me? Yeah, right," Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, "If you didn't need me, you'd have won this war already, without... me." Harry trailed off as he saw something close to anger flash across Voldemort's eyes, his eyes momentarily shimmering red, and then flashing back. Harry gulped and blinked, staying quiet.
Voldemort smiled softly, and in that instant, the same black cloud of smoke appeared and disappeared, reappearing right beside Harry, where Voldemort now sat, "Soon, you'll be able to do just this." he smirked, reaching his hand out and gently carressing Harry's cheek.
Harry stared at him in shock and disbelief, "Y-you just... teleported." he said, astonished.
"Well, the correct term is apparated, but yes, that's basically the idea, dear Harry." Voldemort smiled.
Harry pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, letting his gaze fall to the floor, the look of pure concentration and thought etched into his expression. "So, you know my name, what do I call you? Just The Dark Lord?" he asked curiously, looking back up.
Voldemort chuckled softly and continued to stare into Harry's deep green eyes. After a few moments, Harry furrowed his brows and tilted his head a little, waiting for a response. "Well?"
Voldemort shook out of his trance and smiled, "This is quite unorthodox... but you may call me Tom. I know of only one wizard still in existance that calls me that, but we will soon change that. He will fall under our hand and you will be the only one to call me by that name." he explained, his hand falling down to Harry's thigh, "To most witches and wizards around the globe, and to my followers... I am known as Voldemort."
"Voldemort..." Harry tried on his tongue, "I like that, it sounds powerful." he smiled softly.
"Which I am." Tom chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Now, you must get some rest, I just came to see if you made it here alright, and you have, young mister Malfoy." Tom smiled, "I am sure your father will be here tomorrow to start giving you some lessons, along with your brother."
"I have a brother?" Harry asked.
Tom nodded, getting up from the bed, "Yes, he is currently at school right now, but will be coming home to see that you are alright. His name is Draco." he said, pulling his hood up again, "I'm sure Lucius would have told you all of this... but never mind that, he's be through a lot. Now come on, you need to rest."
Harry smiled and nodded, crawling over to the other side of the bed, "When will I see you again?" he asked, hopefully, the fear now completely gone from his mind.
Tom just smiled, "Very soon." he replied, and with that, he was gone and replaced with a swirl of dark smoke.
Harry chewed on his bottom lip, thinking everything over, remembering that Lucius had mentioned his son Draco, but wondered why he failed to mention that he was his father. He reached up and wiped at his eyes, 'All of this is just too confusing, I don't get it' Harry thought, sighing.
Eventually, he fell asleep, leaving every thought and every worry to rest until tomorrow.