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Voldemort stood over the slumped figure before him, the fight had been challenging more so then anything he had ever done before there was no doubt the boy was strong but in the end Voldemort had won. His last spell had knocked the boy out, so there was no chance he would loose now. There was a slight problem though; no matter how hard he tried he couldn't bring himself to kill him. He the evilest of dark lords couldn't take out his own nemesis.

Tom Riddle scoffed to himself

Dark lord? Whatever they wanted to believe.

It wasn't true of course but that didn't really seem to matter to the wizarding community en masse. It was all because of that fool Dumbledore, turning people against him, making him out to be a masochistic maniac, placing that spell on him… which was why he had to kill the boy.

Riddle looked down.

No it was hopeless

Harry, was quite small he realised likely because of malnourishment (riddle had seen first hand the damage malnourishment could do to the body, those faithful to him had been extracted from azkaban as soon as possible but some were so bad they died within hours) Harry couldn't have been taller then five/four, his extremely thin form was curled inward as if he was in tremendous pain but his face was blank a trickle of blood was flowing down past his right eye a contrast to his deathly pale skin the "saviour" of the wizarding world was nothing. He had dark rings beneath his eyes, his hair was flat and lifeless his lips almost purple but despite it all that Riddle found him to be beautiful beyond anything he had seen before. Looking down at the boy he felt his heart pull he would never be able to kill Harry Potter he realised, because he was in love with him. Tom Riddle stood stunned by the revelation, he had never been in love before had never even really been attracted to anyone before (not to say he hadn't dated as a teen he had just never really seen the fun in it) A sudden urge took control of him and he found himself brushing a stray hair away from the boys eyes. He was so cold and frail, during the fight the boy had seemed like a dragon protecting his territory, but now…

If he stood there much longer the boy would wake and that would lead to more fighting and that was about the last thing he wanted, he felt like death warmed up. He slipped his hand into his pocket and extracted a thin ornate silver bracelet he paused briefly before slipping it onto the unconscious boys wrist it instantly shrunk to be too tight to come off but loose enough for comfort, that would prevent 'issues'. Riddle lifted the boy into his arms and apparated back to the manor. They had been alone for the fight, Riddle had refused help and company, but he knew at least his two best friends would be waiting for him.

The 'crack' alerted Severus and Lucius to his presence both stood and went to embrace him before noticing the bundle in his arms.

"Tom?" Lucius said his melodious voice filled with concern "what happened?" Severus seemed to remember himself he immediately came forward and began to check Riddles wounds only to be brushed away. He moved across the room to a couch that was in front of the fire he placed the boy gently upon it " I couldn't do it… I'm afraid there was a slight hitch, I won the fight but I couldn't kill him because…I'm in love with him"

There was silence; arms wrapped around him from behind and Severus stepped forward to check the boy's injuries. I was their way of reassuring him.

He relaxed into his friend's arms and sighed watching the sleeping boys face it was so calm and relaxed, he had a feeling Harry wasn't going to be nearly so calm when he woke.

"Get some sleep Tom, you look terrible, we'll inform you if he wakes" Severus' rumbled command sent him up the stairs, he was right, Tom needed to sleep.

Surprisingly he slept very easily, as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell into a deep sleep, he even woke up a few hours later then usual five am was fantastic. He felt good as he slipped from his bed and found himself wandering through the maze of his house heading straight for the room he knew the boy was in.

Entering the room he wasn't at all surprised to see the boy trying desperately to remove the bracelet. He had entered through a secret passage and the boy didn't know he was there.

"It won't come off," he said laughing internally as the boy spun, nearly tripping over himself.

"What is it?" Harry demanded his wand extended defensively before him

"Just something to stop you misbehaving, no attacking people and no running away, means I don't have to lock you up, very handy"

Harry's face turned white

"Why"

There was no need to ask he knew exactly what he meant

"Breakfast will be here soon, you are free to wander but don't bother trying to leave and please try to be civil." Riddle strode to the door, which quickly got out of his way.

"What on earth have I gotten myself into? In love with the boy wonder." He mumbled to himself.

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Harry stared after the man for at least five minutes before he realised he hadn't answered his question 'Free to wander?' what the hell? When he had considered being taken prisoner this wasn't what he expected. In all honesty he hadn't expected to be taken prisoner at all, as he had slipped into unconsciousness his last thought had been 'so this is how I die…'

He had been shocked when he woke to find himself in a big bright room on a big ornate four-poster bed covered by soft warm blankets. The floorboards warm on his feet because of the sun streaming in through the French doors leading to a veranda covered with flowers. He made his way to the door but stopped when he felt the heat on his wrist it didn't hurt it was like a warmth that spread all throughout his body leaving him somehow unable to consider leaving. At his wrist was a folded silver bracelet it was in the form of dozens of leaved vines entwined with each other.

Then he was there… the man who both was and wasn't Voldemort.

He was, his magic was the same, the same powerful presence and stance but he wasn't he was no pale disgusting snake man he was tall with dark hair and eyes. Well-defined muscles obvious beneath the light shirt he wore, soft looking sun kissed skin.

He found himself suddenly unable to come up with any complex sentences he was too shocked. Was this just a façade or was this the truth.

A soft 'pop' brought him out of his thoughts a house elf stood before him in a miniature fifties styled dress. Her hair was neatly tied back in a plait behind her head she was really quite cute.

"Good morning Mr Potter" She squeaked bustling over to the French doors opening them with a nod and placing the tray on a table he hadn't noticed before.

"Good morning" he finally managed walking after her

She smiled at him as she set up the table with a teapot and a platter of food

"My name is Peach, Mr Potter if you need anything just call" She 'popped' back out of existence.

Harry sat

Maybe this was some kind of bizarre alternate reality

He looked at the food suspiciously

"Don't worry it's not poisoned" A very familiar voice said

Something inside Harry snapped

"YOU! What the hell is going on, first I think I'm dead, then Voldemort turns out to be ridiculously attractive, the elf was wearing a dress!! And I've been given a room bigger and nicer then my dorm, and told I'm 'free to wander'"

Severus chuckled "So you think he's attractive? That aught to make him happy"

"What?! That's not the point! Oh Merlin you laughed" Harry slumped back into his chair

'Don't worry you'll get used to it all" Severus said helping himself to an apple.

'Why didn't he kill me?"

Severus paused mid bite

"I'm afraid that's not for me to tell, but you should know Tom Riddle isn't the monster you where lead to believe"

Harry scoffed "Of course you would say that you're evil"

"Well okay I can't deny that, but just think about this will you if Dumbledore is so powerful how hard do you think it would be to implant dreams in someone's mind, or to control people, or to frame someone powerful in order to give them a bad name. You might ask what would be have to gain why not agree to be minister, but why would he when he already controls everything anyway?

'That's insane"

Severus Snape laughed humourlessly "maybe"

He stood and walked towards the door "Lucius will be in later he says you need new clothes… be polite" he warned

Harry frowned there was something about the way he had said 'Lucius' "Why should I?"

"Because your food might not be poisoned next time but it will be heavily laced with laxatives." He threatened closing the door behind him.

Harry raised an eyebrow

This place was weirder then he thought

He looked out across the grounds a vast garden stretched out before his eyes complete with quiditch pitch, lake and Draco Malfoy on a broom.

The other boy flew leisurely towards him before gracefully jumping from the broom

"Wow you look confused, fair enough I guess just about everything you ever thought you knew has gone topsy turvy."

Harry said the first thing that came to his mind "Whats up with Snape and your dad?"

Draco laughed delightedly "My, you are perceptive, well they're married, have been for a very long time now… father was never married to Narcissa it's all a front to protect Severus from Dumbledore"

"If that's true how do you exist?"

"Well when too people love each other very much…" Draco let the sentence hang in the air

"That's possible?'

A soft musical voice from behind him answered his question

"Sure is, Oh and getting to that point is incredibly enjoyable" Harry turned to blush in Lucius Malfoy's direction

"Dad I really don't need to hear things like that, your going to have to send me to St Mungo's if you keep that up"

Lucius grinned mischievously "Now, now it can't possibly be worse then that time you accidentally walked in on us "

"You where in my room…" Draco said flatly, suddenly an evil grin spread along his face

"I'll leave you guys to it" he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively

Harry blushed again, but this was turning out to be quite interesting no one could fake that kind of love and comfort.

As Draco left Lucius pulled a magical tape measure out of nowhere.

The fitting was surprisingly enjoyable, it turned out Lucius had already (somehow) got the clothes he just had to alter some of it a little. All the while Lucius chatted, seeing a Malfoy chat was quite surprising at first but Harry was growing to love it. Lucius spoke extensively about Severus, especially about all the trouble when they first realised they where in love, he told Harry about Draco when he was younger. He talked about just about everything except the one person Harry really wanted to hear about and Harry was somewhat grateful. For a long time he had felt something was wrong but when you lie to yourself about something for so long it's hard to let go. If he was going to have someone confirm Snapes hypothetical truth he wanted to hear it from Tom Riddle.

By the time Harry had finished trying on his now extensive wardrobe (for Lucius' pleasure) the sun was setting lighting the room with a pleasant glow.

'Well I think perhaps the dress pants and the green shirt with the embroidered dragon on the cuff for dinner" Lucius said gesturing to the selected pieces of clothing

Harry blanched "Dinner?"

"Of course you must have dinner with us, don't worry it will only be you, me, Draco, Severus and Tom"

Harry was relieved but only slightly at least it wouldn't be everyone with a dark mark, but he would be there, his own devastatingly gorgeous dark lord.

'Wait when did I start referring to him as mine?' Harry wondered

This was getting bad fast

After all falling in love with the man who was trying to kill you isn't exactly healthy, and falling in love with said man in only a day well that was decidedly worse. Cupid had to be taking the shit seriously!

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